Roy Mustang Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

And apparently, he knew how to do a tattoo with ashes in the ink. Like the other veterans from his pack that had gone, he was a little surprised to find out that ashes from Duke and Rory were in their tattoos. And now she was getting Marley done the same way. Celeste was wearing a halter top that showed off her back piece. The Silver Lake Pack Crest was on her right shoulder blade, the Marine Corps Pack Crest in the center and she had already talked to the artist about putting his Crest on the left. Beneath that were Angel wings with a silver and black wolf between them. He assumed this was in tribute to Angel.

My eyes caught the Jaguar tattoo on his back as he turned to pick up his machete. Jaguar tattoo means only one thing, the Bratva has different gangs and they have symbols to differentiate themselves, if it were a Volk then it would be a Black Mamba but if it's a Jaguar that means it's... How? Did he know I was coming? There was another loud creak indicating that someone was coming, I swallowed a hard lump in my throat as I watched like an idiot as three men walked in. Now I see it, they all have those Russian features, including the machete guy.

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

Liz tells Kyaria. I can tell she is hesitant to take it off. Fuck, is all I could think when she slipped the robe off. Her body is perfect. Naturally large perky tits with a tiny waist and nice round hips and a gorgeous ass. I can feel myself harden in my boxer briefs. They have her in a matching lacey red (the color matches the red in her hair) bra and panty set. She even has a couple of tattoos. They aren’t small ones either. Hmm, maybe she’ll let me study them up close. “Remember this is the most amazing morning of your life. The two of you have spent all night in each other’s arms making love.” Liz says.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

He slipped out of his shirt, his well-toned muscles rippling beneath his skin. Ruby suddenly became dumbfounded as his chest came into view. He had a tattoo on the upper side of his chest. Ruby's gaze lingered on Jaxon's tattoo, her curiosity piqued as she traced the intricate lines with her eyes. It was a simple design with different writings, black against his tanned skin, curving around his pectorals and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. She wanted to ask what was written there but she couldn't find the voice to climb and she just watched him join her on the bed.

“Probably not until our birthdays. I know that’s when Rose is thinking about getting our tats.” “Has she told you what you’re getting?” Ray asked with a quirked eyebrow. I just grinned at him. “Oh, I’m not letting her pick mine.” “You’re not?” Ray was surprised. “I thought this was her idea, and they had to match?” I shrugged. “She’s told me about a few of her books, and some of them are more representative of the person giving the mark. I found this tribal design of a rose with half a wolf face on it.”

"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.”

Then, Raymond says he needs to touch up his tattoo, too and also wants to recreate the wolf tattoo he has on his neck. My God, My God. What they want is for me to have the wolf tattoo, the characteristic of their family. My heart races when Oscar talks about the tattoo they will give me; he connects his eyes with mine and winks. I need to see the tattoo of the one you speak, he said. The boys raise their shirts so that Axel can observe the work on their torsos and then evaluate the tattoos on their necks. The same design? The boy nods and asks one of the guys if he can take a photo of the tattoos to recreate it on a sheet so he can capture it on my skin later. Noah nods and approaches the gu