Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

the tattooist responded. "I don't like simple things. Besides bunny asked for something unique. What's the point getting a tattoo if I should have an ugly piece on my skin. It's perfect right?" I turned to Jason with a smirk. He looked amazed, gaze clouding as his mouth parted open "Yes, yes... it's perfect" he responded in a low tone. I lifted my shoulder in a dismissive shrug. Then I lied on the tattoo chair and closed my eyes tight, with lips inward.

The balance is why I said yes to him in the first place. Athena scoots closer to the ripple and peers into it like a child peering into a stream. The not-light brightens for her. On her left wrist, near the pulse, a faint mark shows when the shadow strokes her skin, a braided crescent like three strands woven together. It is not the three thorns of ledgers and polite threats. It is older, softer, meaner if you earn it. Tara notices the mark and lets out a sound like pride and prayer at once.

I twist a little to the side so I can see it clearly—the mark. It's truly red, like a bold, fearless tattoo shaped like a sun with sharp pointed rays stretching out in all directions. At the center, there is a large crescent moon cradling a five-pointed star, as if the crescent moon is protecting the star. Around the moon and star, there are small dots growing bigger with each next dot, and below the crescent moon, there is a bigger dot and even more dots that trail down in a straight line, leading into two sharp triangles pointing downwards. How did this mark end up on my body?

"You can have as many as you fucking like, Aaro. I am getting a tattoo today." "Can I get one too?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Want to get one for your sister?" By the end of the afternoon, she had three piercings in her ear and a small tattoo that said ERO on the inside of her upper arm. The tattoo guy had given her several options, but she said all the letters needed to be in caps. Which you don’t usually do with a name, but fuck it if that’s what my girl wants then that's what she gets.

I asked if she wanted to try waxing, she didn't want to at first, having seen how it was done on me, but when she saw it was nicely done, she summoned her courage and also got waxed. She had her tattoo to cover her scar after an appendectomy, while I had mine where I wanted it done. It was a simple design of an infinity symbol with a string of words that says: "Live the life you love" and "Love the life you live" with a bit of touch of extra designs of an arrow and feathers on both ends of the passage. And with our names inside each circle, it had on its three inches length from side to side. And ever since then, she maintained her martini glass wax style.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Ares brushes his blonde hair out of his face, then hugs me and I nod very proud that I have others believing in me. “I know it’s an odd ask, but could you teach me to tattoo?” I question, staring down at my tattoo absolutely adoring the knot work Ares did, getting very excited for the wolves I plan to get eventually. “Why is it an odd ask, no one just knows how to tattoo without either trial and error, or a teacher. I would be honored to teach you,” Ares agrees with a polite nod, as he sits down and starts to clean up. I look at Ares’ left arm, he has a tattoo of a black wolf with a brown belly walking beneath a bright full moon, through a really cool dead looking forest.