Lil Peep Tattoo Novels & Stories

Changing into the uniform I was assigned to clean the dining area where the kids ate and not quite long after it was time for recess and the kids came in with their teachers beside them. Liam’s class was just three tables away and the boy was bubbly…just like his mother, I thought to myself. Our eyes met occasionally and he seemed to have noticed me…or maybe not. Facing away and continuing with my fake-ass job, I felt a little hand tug at the hem of my shirt and just when I turned around my eyes met with those of the little boy who stood beside me. Liam. What the fuck is this? “You have drawings on your body, sir. Is that a dragon?” He asked innocently pointing at the tail of my dragon tatto

He grins, his dimples show, the ones I love and want to touch. Liam is looking fucking hot today, I have to tear my eyes away from him because just looking at him is heating me up inside. His hair is flopping all over his face and I resist the urge to move it away with my fingers and to feel his locks. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he caught me staring at his photo on my mobile. His arms are looking amazing and it takes all my might not to trace his tattoos. One is of a rose and at the bottom on the stem is a heart with our initials on it. I’m not sure how a future girlfriend is going to take that. Guessing not too well, she’ll probably ask him to remove it. I’d like to see h

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

My mind buzzed, refusing to process any of it. The pumpkin tattoo in the photo was identical to the one on my wrist. I’d gotten it with my best friend, Lily Green. We both loved a niche gothic animation—the ever-grinning pumpkin figure in it had become our symbol of friendship. Lily had said, “Sophie, look at him. No matter how bad things get, he’s always smiling. We should be like that too.” And now, that tattoo had become evidence against me.

"Really? I am going to get a tattoo? Wow!" Nester showed them a picture on her phone. "This is what you're going to get on your left arm. I hope you have no tattoos already," she said as she showed them the picture of the tattoo on Lillian's arm. She had managed to get a vivid one at the hospital before she gave her a suit to cover up without raising any suspicion.

I immediately grabbed the wipes and began wiping his face, but when I got to his broad chest I froze, cause I noticed he got a tiny tattoo with the letter T, I remembered that I've seen that letter in his car before, it was literally everywhere in his car and I was suddenly tempted to ask why he's obsessed with the letter T. My hand felt stuck as they got to the tattoo, I could feel Liam's gaze on me and that is not fucking helping anything at all. I tried to move my hands but my curiosity was busy getting the fucking best of me, I gulped nervously, and slowly lift my gaze to meet his eyes, I was so fucking short compared to Liam, I literally have to stretchy neck in order to be able to look

But as I continued to delve deeper, my stomach was a knot of nerves and the fear that this could become Liam’s reality, hurt me painfully. Another hour had passed before the window opened and Liam entered, clad only in a pair of joggers, something that told me he had shifted. Water trickled down his chiselled abs and into the band of his pants, making my heart beat wildly. My gaze ran over his body, but it was the tattoo on his left breast that caught my eye. Along with the compass and the symbols, there was a bird, a raven. My heart thundered as Liam turned away quickly, as if realising what I was looking at. He walked into his closet, reappearing in a T-shirt.

He said. I cleared my throat. I know it will definitely look familiar to him because the tattoo is what Lila's name means. “Well, we found the evidence to clear the rumor; that's what matters now.” I said. He nodded. “Can you please screenshot those places for me?” I told the person with the video. He nodded. “Sure.” He said. “Here, you can type your number here so I can send it to you.” He stretched his phone to me and then continued with the hacking. I collected his and typed my number, then dropped his phone on the table.

Colin broke his concentration on my breasts and laughed, “I may have gotten a tribal tattoo when I turned 18, on a whim,” he explained. It was a surprisingly well done half sleeve, not a cliche 90’s tribal style but with intricate mandala designs. It looked like something I would have designed. “I like it,” I told him.

Seraphina One tattoo, a tree on the left side of his torso, had names written on each branch. I guessed that Lilith and James were likely his parents’ names, and there was also Margo—a name I hadn’t heard before. Could she be connected to the other boy in the picture? “So, who’s this Giuliano guy?” he asked casually, a small smile on his face as he looked away, lost in thought.