Sukuna Finger Tattoo Novels & Stories

he said absent-mindedly, his hand that was drawing shapes on my back, dipped underneath the sheets and fumbling with my naked breast. "Why did you get it?" He was relaxed like wax against my body and his fingers that rubbed circles on my breast almost got me distracted. He shrugged. Not saying a thing. I guess I wasn’t getting an answer to that. My hands rub over the rest of the tattoos on his knuckles. One was a the shape of the cross on his ring finger and the other, a black shield like shape on the finger near his thumb. "And this?" I asked and he frowned almost immediately after looking at it.

My fingers itched to touch the knives I could see magnetized to a wall rack. And then I saw him. Armando Denaro. Shirtless. He was standing at the massive island, his back to me, muscles rippling under a tapestry of dark ink that covered his shoulders and snaked down his spine. The tattoos were even more intricate than I’d remembered from our night together—a mix of script, religious icons, and patterns that told a story I couldn’t decipher. The bandage on his right palm was stark white against his olive skin. A little spark of vicious satisfaction shot through me. Good. I hope it hurts.

“Does he have any tattoos?” “He was wearing a suit, Joy! It's not like I could undress him to check!” She smirked. “Well, this could be fun too, but I rather meant his hands.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “If he is or was working for Triads or Yakuza, he should have tattoos even on his hands and fingers. He can also be missing his little finger... or a part of it,” she explained. I sighed. “He is not missing a finger.”

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

(Sasu) “Oh….Nice to meet you Sosa..” “It’s an Honour to served you…Sire President…”. (Sosa) He looks extremely determined and also very nervous in front of me. The reason that I can determined the vary identities of a Shadow Beaver Clan was because of the natural birthmark on their flat tails. Every single individual were different, it was like their finger prints, Sasu had a crescent moon birth mark, as for Sosa was the full moon birth mark.

Seeing it, He touches his tattoo and a green Ribo which looks like a vicious living skeleton with a British noble robe coming out from his tattoo. “Kolonel ready to fight! Let”s beat that thing hand to hand!” He said. "Finally I can summon my Ribo!" Herman said in his mind. “Yes sir!” Herman replied. Kolonel goes back entering Herman’s tattoo. Herman starts scratching Kiki 3X and this time Kiki feels pain. Herman then hits Kiki”s epigastrium. “Teknik Jitu! 5 Bintang (Ultimate Technique: 5 Stars)” Herman explained pressing Kiki”s epigastrium with his 5 fingers while shooting his nails consecutively that Kiki flies to the air and falls to the ground.

The thing that made her different from the rest of the Sisters of Selene though, is not that a hood didn’t cover half of her face. No, what truly set her apart from the rest was the tattoo that was on her face. It was a bunch of lines, so dark that you could almost never tell what other features was left on her face. There were only a few empty spaces, just enough so I could tell that she had tanned skin. Oddly enough, as close as she got to me, and once she was seated on the egg chair, I could easily tell what the shapes the lines on her face were trying to form. By her chin was lines that looked like rays of the sun, pointing downwards. By her cheeks, squiggly lines that looked like whiske