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An animated daisy with a smiley face in its bright yellow center decorated his skin at the base of his left big toe. “The moral to this story is never pass out drunk when Eric Sticks is picking out your wicked awesome tattoo.” “And it’s permanent?” “Yeah, until I get it removed.” He grinned. “Or maybe I’ll keep it. No one will see it there. Unless I go to the beach.” She was surprised he seemed so cool with it. Shouldn’t he be upset that a friend had tricked him into getting an embarrassing tattoo while he was too drunk to stop it? “Didn’t you get mad?”

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

Three fucking hours, and my girl still wasn’t here. I stared down at the fresh tattoo on my chest, visible where my shirt hung open. Her name “Anita” is woven into the stem of a black rose. The ink was still slightly raised, still tender. Levi’s mocking voice echoed in my head again. “You could never get her to love you.”

— My ultimate goal is to have the tattoo with the words ' Hold on On 'in the inside of one of my fingers. How considerate of you. I would love to know why. “Oh yeah, that's what kept me going, the fact that no matter how low I felt, I had to hang on. And, you know, because of the song?— . -What? Was it yours? From Jonas- _ -Nope! Charlotte, you are being ridiculous. —I was kidding, of course I heard that melody. Everything will be fine-. When I was in therapy for PTSD, "Yeah, I don't know why, but it just seemed right to get a tattoo of that image."

I mean, even before we were dating exclusively I haven’t really given much thought about this relationship and I feel bad that I am still keeping her. “It’s thrilling.” I replied. “I mean it has been a year and a few months since I have been stuck here.” She smiled, “You must be very excited to go back to the beach.” I nod, “Yeah I am. But I don’t think I will surf anytime soon.” I bent my left knee up close to my chin so I can put my sock on my foot but I was stopped when I saw a tattoo on the inner ankle of my left foot that says, Mockingbird. I don’t remember ever having this tattoo on me and then I remembered the other one on the outer side of my left ankle which said Blue.

He grabs my wrist and kneels above me. “Anata no tame ni yoyaku-zumi, Reserved for you? For me?” he read my tattoo and tighten his grip on my wrist. “Your tattoo is turning me on, don’t you know that’s illegal?” he leans down and whispers that on my ears as he bites my helix. “Illegal?” I whisper. “Yes, because it’s tempting me to plant my seed on you.” I don’t know but that just heat up everything inside of me. “Ahhh…” I have a heavy breath when I felt his hands slowly pulling my underwear down.

Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.

He picked something up and turned back to me, with his expression unreadable. then he walked back to me with a smile on his face. He placed a dark silk ribbon in my hand. “This is just a symbol,” he said. “Not to hold you, but to remind you that you're here by choice.” I held the ribbon, unsure what to say. My heart beat loudly in my ears, I didn't understand what he meant. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said gently. “But if you stay, I’ll guide you Slowly and carefully.”

“And you know you like when I claim you. This is just... permanent.” “Permanent?” My voice cracked like a teenager’s. I was laughing but it wasn’t funny, this chaotic mix of oh-shit and why-is-this-turning-me-on. “You’re insane. Certifiable. I let you cuff me and eat my ass and now you want to tattoo me? What’s next, a collar? A fucking brand?”

It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation. Walking straight to the bathroom, I began humming cheap thrills by sia, nothing sounded better than hard clubbing and some good dick at the moment. My dirty mind was filled with images that how hard I wanted to grabbed by this tattooed stranger. Wake up Katherine!!!! I screamed at myself internally How can I be fantasing about a man I didn’t even know his name?!!! I had an apple and made my way to bed, sleeping is my favorite thing to do for the record, only if I could get paid for it.