Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Fix your hair. If the guards see you like that, the interview won't matter." "Is that all you have to say?" I asked. I slid off the desk. My legs felt weak. "The Stalker is still watching, Scarlett," Roman said. He picked up the books from the floor and put them back. "Go. I’ll find you after class." "You didn't answer me," I said. "About the tattoo." Roman looked at his wrist. He pulled the sleeve back down, hiding the flower. "It’s just a mark, Scarlett. Like the ones I just left on your hips. It doesn't change anything."

“I’ll catch you later, eh?” “Yeah.” Aislen could hear plastic and movement as Rhett began to arrange equipment onto the bedside table. “Rhett,” she said to him. “You had better not be f-king thinking of tattooing me.” He turned on the stereo, the rock beat pulsating dangerously behind the breathy voice of its lead singer. She squinted against the light. He pulled on his latex gloves and straddled the stool. “This will sting a little.”

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

Raven worked me through every pulse, gentling his touch only when the last tremor faded. He set the needle aside and carefully wiped the completed tattoo, admiring the delicate black raven now permanently inked on my inner wrist. “Perfect first mark,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. He brought his glistening fingers to my lips. “Taste how beautifully you responded to your first living ink.” I licked his fingers obediently, tasting myself while my cheeks burned. Raven smiled darkly. “The job is yours if you want it — my personal canvas and assistant. Every new tattoo will unlock something deeper. But understand this: once you say yes, every mark becomes permanent. Your body becomes my

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.

Stella remarked, giving me a stare full of concealed meanings. I narrowed my eyes at her. "That's nice" Sarah compliments. "Ah. It is. One would easily know about his love for such girls from one of his tattoos" Stella added coiling strands of hair around her perfectly manicured fingers. "Oh yeah. You're right" Anita supported grinning innocently from ear to ear. The tattoos I've seen on Ryan's body are the ones on his chest and I haven't even taken a close look at it to see whatever is written or drawn there. If Anita and Stella had seen the tattoos on Ryan's body, does that mean they've seen him half naked before?

“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

“For cleaning up. I’ll get you something else to wear.” As he disappeared into the back again, Raya looked at herself in the mirror, flushed, disheveled, with the beginnings of an incredible tattoo on her side and the memory of his hands on her skin. She had come for ink but she was leaving with so much more. ______ A week later, Raya returned to the shop for her second session. The outline had healed beautifully, clean black lines that seemed to move with her skin when she stretched or twisted. But today was for shading and color, a process Tobi had warned would be more painful but ultimately more transformative.

Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill. Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.” And Taide laughed. The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back. I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood. “Is the needle made of silver?” I asked. The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.

Thin vines, soft roses, perfect. “This one,” I say. “It’s gorgeous.” “Thought you’d like that.” He smiles. “Lie back. Jeans a little lower.” I unbutton them and shimmy them down more. The lace waistband of my panties is fully visible now. Dante gloves up, cleans the area with cool alcohol wipes. His touch is professional, but his eyes keep flicking to mine. “You nervous?” he asks, voice low. “A little,” I admit. “First tattoo.” “You’ll be fine. Deep breaths.” He places the stencil carefully. Peels it off. “Check the mirror.”