Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.”

(You act like I can't take care of myself plus I have an assassin with me) "It's still no," he says "I'm going to get ready you better not leave without me," he says and walks upstairs while the guys to the same. "He does realize were going to do that anyway right," Rae says I shrug my shoulders to her and we walk to my car and hop in to get Nova soon we've picked her up and were at the tattoo parlor give the tattoo artist our ideas except Nov. I decide on a rose on my under boob, butterfly's on the bottom of my thumb bone, a sleeve of flowers on my arm, and a heart on my inner wrist. Rae got the same inner heart as me, but she also got an arm sleeve that had a lion with blue eyes and flower

Five Years Earlier. Rex watched in awe as the ink penetrated Isabella's skin. She didn't even flinch. Tattoo artists almost always refuse to do a rib tat for a first-timer, but Isabella was adamant she could handle it. She didn't even want to watch Rex get the tattoo first. She went in, guns blazing, ready to go. And damn could she handle it. No one had ever been sexier in Rex's eyes. "Alright, hop off and let me know what you think," the artist said, a guy tatted from stem to stern with big silver gauges in his ears.

Tina followed her finger looking at the man of the hour walking towards them. "So? He is our Boss Riley. It's his party. He can go wherever he wants. Also, Don't you think he might be going somewhere else." Hesitating she spoke, "I hope so." Then looked onto him again. His strides were quick but powerful. The Rolex watch glimmered as he held out his hand to check the time. A tattoo of the letter R emerged on the backside of his fist just near the thumb as he swung his watch. Although she never really liked people wearing tattoos, for some reason she didn't hate it. It might have been because it started from her first letter. It was in cursive but breathtakingly beautiful. She was still admir