Shikamaru Tattoo Novels & Stories

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

Kurai looked at the guy who is intimidated at the terrifying cold glare from the trio. "So, you're the perv who kidnapped the turtle." "He kidnapped me to be his disciple at his martial arts school and also be his wife." He said. "Gross" Kurai commented. "That's what I said." Cai Kang said. "I'm afraid to tell you this. But even if he agreed, he can't. He has a marriage agreement." Saeko said. "May I ask what clan you are from?" Morihiko asked. Saeko pulled out a cloth with an emblem. The man was pale upon seeing it. The outline of a swan with outstretched wings inside a white circle.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

Slowly, the world starts to piece itself back together. I roll off him, settling onto my side, pulling him against me. I grab the fur throw from the chair and drape it over us. Kieran is tracing a tattoo on my bicep. The old Redmaw mark I tried to burn off years ago, now just a scar covered by fresh ink. “They’re going to keep coming,” he whispers. He sounds sleepy, but the worry is there, a jagged edge under the softness. “Vorlag. The whispers. The paint.”

The tattoo snaked around his hands, disappearing into his tank top before journeying up to his neck. His yellowed teeth was on full display as he stared at me. I just stared back at him, eyes unbothered and void of emotion and complaint. " You ignoring me?" He asked, inching closer. I knew him. It did not matter if I wanted to or not. He had so many notorious comments going on around that it would almost be impossible to not know him. Kimura. The big thai man that was rumoured to be a mafia boss. " Kimura get back to your seat" one of the prison guards boomed. His eyes did not leave mine for what felt like solid seconds.

I said to him. I remembered few days I was struggling with the thought of what to get him. Then I remembered the kamoyaki that is sewed on his suits. It doesn't look good being sewed up on it. So I designed myself the kamoyaki into a badge made of little bit of gold along with silver and a garnet carved into it. He came to me as he lifted my chin to look up at him. He let me up from the chair. "Why dont you put it on me Haru" he said.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

I say in a strong voice. I wasn’t expecting much to happen, given I’m not a nagata, but that was probably foolhardy on my part because as soon as I was finished taking my oath, my left arm began to burn just like Mei’s had. I grit my teeth and lift my sleeve just in time to watch a tattoo forming on my arm, but it’s nothing like Mei’s. On my arm appears an iridescent black and brown wolf with a black and gold snake coiled around it, not in a threatening way but like the two are unified. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life and based on the look of shock on Qiang and Nuo’s faces, I think it’s safe to say neither have they. I guess this is what happens when you become the first mutolupu

I look away, uncaring of his presence, “Fuck you.” “Remi, please leave us,” Rowan takes off his shirt and a loud gasp escapes my throat. The amount of tattoos on his body. There is not a single bare skin. His both arms have scales of a colossal serpent as sleeves. Neatly drawn and colored. His whole broad chest and well defined torso is inked with the face of a fierce sea serpent with sharp teeth and fiery eyes. With symbolism and writing in a foreign language I have never seen before. My brain couldn’t keep up as he stalks towards me.