Mob Psycho Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said, and he looked at me like he could see the stitches under my shirt. “Loud is okay,” he said. “Loud isn’t dying.” Every eighth night I went back to the storage unit. Maeve checked the sites with the tenderness of a mechanic who loves the sound an engine makes when it finally admits what’s wrong. She added new points—along the spine, the wrists, the Achilles. She tattooed small, precise sigils around each site with a needle that sang. The ink wasn’t black. It was the color of a bruise at the end of its story.

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

She walks in followed by a man in his thirties, bald head and a tattoo running down from the side of his face to his neck. I always wanted Tattoos but growing up my father never allowed it, even though we were the head of the Mafia family he was big on us not looking suspicious in any form. “Sir” he walks in intertwining his fingers between each other, his left hand carrying a tattoo that signifies the Silver Mafia cartel, a drawn tattoo of a silver bullet. “You may go, Maria,” I say to the maid, watching him leave closing the door behind her, leaving us in secrecy. “What's the update for the week?” I turn to him trying to tune into work mode but the thoughts of Isabella still taunt me.

Down the stairs leading to a hidden cellar, Chacho, the leader of the cartel, looks me up and down, sets the glass of whiskey aside, then extends his arms to me. "How did it go with the Colombians?" I raise the corner of my lips. "Like all my enemies…" I speak warningly. "Dead… Could you tell me how you are going to transport all this drug?" The mobster frames an eyebrow when he sees a whore look at me with desire. I make a sign with my hand for her to come. I sit on a leather chair and force her to kneel down so she can perform oral sex on me. Chacho looks at me and laughs out loud. I grip the woman's hair tightly and bury my penis deep down her throat. His hands go up and down my glans.

“The chauffeur has a big crowd tattoo on his neck. Just then, the phone in my hand beeped

My cock is rock hard now. My eyes moved down and stopped. There was a small dark mole right beside her pussy, close to her left thigh. “What is that?” I asked. “A mole, sir,” she said quietly. “I’ve had it since I was little.” “I don’t allow tattoos in my studio,” I said seriously. Another lie. I don’t give a fuck about tattoos. “They can affect the skin. I need pure, clean assistants. I must check if that’s really a mole or a small tattoo.”

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

Than Ibrahim says to the tattoo artist.... I want one name in body in my chest near my heart..... Than tattoo artist says ok just tell me which name you want and design.... I will show you some design..... Ok says Ibrahim..... He sees some design in his phone than select one design..... Than tattoo artist says now tell me what name you want..... Mehak says Ibrahim..... Listening this Nasir got shocked he says what you r in love Ibrahim? And in that level? Nasir I already told you keep quite for a

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.