Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

Brittney whispered, clutching her water bottle. “Trouble,” someone murmured back, awestruck. “He’s hot as sin,” said a girl near the front. “Like, look at that jawline. And the scars? God.” “Those aren’t scars,” another one corrected. “They’re hickeys. Bruises.” “Who even gets hickeys like that in real life?” Avery asked with a scoff, though her voice held more thirst than judgment. “Someone who f*cks,” Brittney said bluntly.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

We went in search of Brittany, she was coming out from a tattoo parlour, beaming with joy. She showed us her newly made tattoo. It was Jake's name written on side of her wrist with heart as dot on J . It was amazing, showing her love for her mate. I got the idea of my gift for Viktor's birthday.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

"What do you mean, Aunty?" "It seems you're rebelling against us. You go out and get tattoos. I mean they're small and not that visible, but still —, " she shook her head and exhaled. "Aunty I'm sorry you guys feel that way, but each of my tattoos means something to me. The one on my wrist is Dad's name, the one below my left rib is Mom's name, and the butterfly behind my ears represents my transformation. I was once a broken child, and now I'm gaining confidence as the days go by," I told her.

Naked, wet and megasexual, he drove all the smells out of the bedroom except his own and knocked all thoughts out of my head. I inhaled the indelible smell of cigarettes, diluted with citrus shower gel and something shaving, and carefully touched with my fingertips the place on my chest where Grisha used to have a tattoo of a wolf's head. By the way, the tales that this was supposedly the brand of the owner of the city were real tales, and the tattoo itself was made by Grisha in his youth. The skin in that place seemed hotter, and each of its uneven protrusions seemed to burn my fingers, and I frowned, running over them again and again.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”