Rwby Tattoos Novels & Stories

His tattooed back flexed as he crossed his arms, staring out at the city like he wanted to punch it. Julian sat up slowly, wincing. “Enjoying the view, Riot? Or just admiring your handiwork?” Ryder turned, gray eyes dark and unreadable. His gaze dragged down Julian’s naked body — bite marks on his neck, red handprints on his ass, dried cum on his thighs. “Looks like I marked my territory pretty well. You gonna bitch about it or admit you fucking loved getting railed by the guy you’ve hated for three seasons?”

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

The three marks on Wren’s inner forearm itched with a low, persistent thrum, a living tattoo of longing etched into her skin by a ritual gone beautifully, catastrophically wrong. They weren't scars, but claims waiting to be made. One for tender worship, one for rude praise, one for slow dominance. Tonight, the first of them, a silvery crescent like a wolf’s gentle bite, burned with a need that was becoming a torment.