Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Hair for face guy was tall and very skinny, made me think of the bass he was playing. The lead guitarist had black flames tattooed on his neck and shaggy blonde hair with dark roots. His face was long and angular. His dark gray eyes scanned the crowd. The music started and everyone started jumping and dancing. We all stayed to the side, so we wouldn't get thrown into mosh pits.

I whisper, my throat scratchy to the point where it feels like I’m swallowing tiny needles. I loosen my grip on him and notice the subtle glow of the moon is casting a stream of light upon his arms. I take in the dark tattoos going up both his arms- musical notes. I’ve seen these tattoos before. I shriek and pull away from the warm body behind me, crashing against the wall. “What the hell are you doing in here?!” I yell, clenching my hands at my sides as I sit up against the wall.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.

She can never get used to it. “Don’t talk, it’ll worsen your state. We’re going to the nearest hospital,” she said. Her eyes drifted from his face to his hands that rose to hold hers. She slightly frowned when she felt a metal object in between their hands. “N-No…S-Summon her…” His hand left hers, and she was greeted by a familiar necklace. It was a silver pendant with the same unreadable embossed Russian word. It was the one Denitslava gave her. How did he have this?

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Gray groans against my neck and let his thumb rub circles on my already hard nipple. I forget the fact that there might be people around the house. But this feels too good to stop. I leave a trail of kisses down his neck as he continues to twist my nipple. I moan against his neck and kiss the line of tattoos on his neck. I pause when I see something familiar close to his shoulder bone. My name. He tattooed ny name on his neck. When did he get this? This doesn't look new. Gray pulls his face back to look at me.

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

“Fine, then. Let’s get them now.” An hour later, we were back in the cabin and Bobbie was excited to see how it looked. I got the words ‘Make it’ on the middle right of my ribs while she has the words ‘With you’ just below her left breast. We stood side by side in front of a mirror, our tattoos linked to make our song. The smile on my girl’s face was my undoing. I’m so in love with her, it hurts not to be around her anymore. ~~

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

"A scorpion." Mew only knew one person who had a scorpion tattoo in the crook of the neck, near the nape, almost reaching the ears. It was his second uncle! Impossible!