Shoulder Blade Tattoo Pain Novels & Stories

Silence. I scream as loud and high-pitched as I can. His punishment is swift as a hard slap from his hand lands on my already sore ass. It cuts off the scream instantly because I’m fighting through the pain just to breathe. Damn that one hurt like hell. I get about thirty seconds of silence before the hum of the tattoo gun starts up. I can’t help it and tighten my entire body in dread. This can’t be happening to me. How wrong I am.

I'll pick the design and show it to you, and if you like it, you do it," I proposed. Rose thought for a few moments before nodding. She had many beautiful designs, but none seemed to match the place I had chosen. I showed her a drawing of three flowers following the rib line next to her breast. " Wow, I love it," she took the catalog from my hand, looking at it closely. I smiled satisfied, the design would look great on her, but the main reason for my choice was to imagine how painful that tattoo would be, especially on someone so thin. " I think it will look perfect on you," I blinked at her, knowing that I should warn her about how painful it would be, but I didn't. Yes, I had thought of s

Pain radiates through me, and I cry out from the sharp, intense pain. Valen removes his canines. “Let’s see you try to run now.” He growls at me as I begin to feel woozy from his forced marking. Marking does hurt, or so I’ve heard, but I hear it hurts a thousand times worse when it’s forced. I feel the warmth of blood on my shoulder, and I know I will heal, but fuck, it stings like someone just poured alcohol on an open wound. My vision turns blurry, and if Valen wasn’t holding me, I’m positive I would be wobbly. It doesn’t take long before everything fades to black.

~ Ivy ~ *AFTER 45 minutes* My eyes were burning from continuous crying and my throat was hurting. I laid there sweating and panting as the man finished tattooing and got up to leave. The pain made my head spin, and I immediately touched the plastic bandage on my legs slightly. I wanted to put ice on it, to stop the burning sensation. I felt a shadow hovering above me. I flinched as he caressed my bare waist. His hands were rough unlike Peter's hands.

I reached Timberland running all the way till here briefly being in my thoughts, don't even I remember as to when that happened. "Okay, get up buddy." He helped me get on my legs but hell, the pain shot sharp down the length of my arm causing my muscle to contract and shrink in response of the pain. "Shit, you shoulder!" I looked at where he indicated. "Igh shit, that looks awful." whining at it I saw how badly have my skin slitted from along the line of collar bone ending right above my heart. He hissed regretfully seeing how my visible flesh moved as the blood oozes out like an aggressive river flowing during rainstorm. I attempted to pull together the slit and close it nonetheless it stai

Blake kept working, sketching the design on my skin until I inspected the outline and nodded in approval. He smiled, picked up the tattoo machine, and the real work began. His focus stayed steady as he worked, and I watched the calm precision in his hands before the first sharp sting pulled a breath from me. “Ohh… fuck,” I seethed, clenching my teeth and turning my face away from where Blake was tattooing. The pain was much worse than I had expected and the sting spread fast, sharp enough to make my eyes water.

“I am perfectly fine. It doesn't even hurt that bad, I was just putting some befitting reaction to it.” “So you agree you were over-exaggerating?” If I could throw my hands, I'd probably threw them at the keeper. “Luna, your shoulder will turn massively huge and red soon if we don't shift it in place.” Before I could reply, I felt a pain like a giant boulder hitting my shoulder from within and I screamed. But that pain was over just as soon as it started, leaving only a smaller pain and weakness behind. I looked right beside me to see my mate rubbing gently over the spot with a grin.

As the motor of the tattoo gun hummed to life, I placed my free hand on Conor’s back, needing the connection. The moment the silver needle touched my skin, the pain flared—sharp, searing, like my skin was on fire. The ink, infused with silver, burned like acid as it sank into the soft skin on the inside of my arm. I clenched my jaw, pushing through the pain, squeezing Conor’s hand even tighter. The heat was unbearable, but I knew this was my trial, my moment. I wasn’t going to break. This mark would be mine. One I’d carry with pride for the rest of my life.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Aspen turned her gaze to the tattoo at the center of his spine. “What’s with the tree tattoo?” she asked as he climbed the steps. He settled onto one of the loungers, dragging his hands through his wet hair, muscles flexing under bronzed skin. “How long have you been wondering about it?” “Since I saw it.” She joined him, sitting between his legs. He pulled her back until her spine rested against his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist. “It’s an Aspen,” he whispered against her ear. Her body stilled. Her head snapped toward him, eyes searching his face. “An Aspen?”