Cute Badass Hip Tattoos Novels & Stories

While this was happening, the rest of my posse joined us, and Char animatedly whispered what she had been witness to so far. "I've got a tattoo." His wicked smirk had my mind instantly going to the gutter. I remembered seeing a few the other night and had to wonder which he was going to reveal. Reached for the edge of his shirt, I swear I heard my female posse all swoon when he lifted it to show the simple wolf design curving over his left hip bone. The teasing sight of his delectable, toned skin made me want to see him fully undressed again and at the mercy of my sensual desires. Before I could make an idiot of myself, he dropped his shirt and checked that off. "She needs three phone number

WG: Oh, Asher loves tattoos OF: Really?? PS: Yes, really, he loves them on others OF: Damn, I really am perfect to you, Mob Boss Ash, aren't I? SL: Truly Ash: Can everyone shut the f*ck up, and what do you mean thigh tattoos OF: Well, what I just said OF: Thigh tattoos OF: Although one goes up to my hip Ash: K OF: And there are also my double sleeve tattoos, but I told you already about those. I think

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

“Jesus, woman, you’re perfect for him. He’s out there right now, probably tattooing your name on his other ass cheek just to balance it out.” I choke on my whiskey, coughing like I’ve inhaled a cactus. “He did what to his ass?” “Long story,” Harper chimes in, sliding back into the conversation with a fresh drink and a grin that says she’s loving every second of my meltdown. “Short version, he’s branded. You’re it. End of discussion.” I rub my temples, feeling a headache blooming like a mushroom cloud. “Great. So I’m stuck with a psycho who thinks kidnapping is foreplay and tattoos are love letters. What’s next? He gonna build a shrine in my honor? Sacrifice a goat?”

“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?”

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?”

He thrusts his hips up, and for a moment, I forgot about his cock under me, as I get a full up-close view of his chest that rivals any male models. He lays still and lets me trace my fingers over his hard earned abs. Then, across the scars there. He has several black ink tattoos on his upper arms and chest. My favorite is the one wit ha howling wolf in the woods. While I'm exploring his body, like my own personal playground, he lays perfectly still. But when 1 of my fingers runs over his hardened nipple, he groans. He starts sliding my hips over his engorged erection again, and my vision blurs. the feeling of him gliding over me isn't enough, though. I wonder if I can get him to slide his pa

Raven’s POV “How is your hip feeling?” Jonathan questions once Ares finishes wiping everything clean, and I smile. “Not bad, it’s mostly healed. Ares thank you it is so beautiful,” I can’t help staring down at the giant knotted red raven on my hip and thigh, falling in love with my first tattoo. The pattern is an intricate thick band with dark red edges, lightening towards the center overlapping itself creating knots. “You’re welcome, thank you for letting me do such an amazing piece, it suits you, you guide our people 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.

Jack said his eyes wandering up and down my body. "Yeah you like?" I asked, putting my head down and batting my eyes at him. "I love it." "What about my sexy new boots Jack; you like those?" He nodded smiling, and I added; "You want me to keep them on?" "Oh yeah." Jack said all but licking his lips. I walked over to stand directly in front of him and turning slowly bent over shoving my ass in his face, but pulling away before he could grab it. "I love that bad ass tattoo of yours." He told me referring to my Baphomet tramp stamp.