Cute Badass Hip Tattoos Novels & Stories

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

He slides his fingers through my hair, pushing it back off my face with a sweet sigh. “He agrees your ass is a ten plus… Although he does not like your unsymmetrical tattoos, he thinks it’s like some designer no, no! I disagree, I think it’s sexy all down one side.” I lift the hem of his top and try to wiggle my fingers underneath, to get a cop of that luscious abdomen and peek at his new additions across his waist line. He is running out of body on one side and now the very sexy line that sits across the top of his ring shorts has been getting some new scrolling text.

I pushed the thoughts to a corner and decided not to regret it. I went for it, lying on the comfortable chair to get my hip tattooed. Just on my waistline. Hunter was looking at me like a proud dad. I wrote down what I wanted to be drawn on me and the process began. I felt him applying something to my skin. Then, the use of his instrument followed afterward. He started putting down what I wanted to be there. The tool felt hot on my skin but it wasn't mind-blowing as I imagined it to be. I slept off minutes later. When Hunter woke me up, the process was over and he was really proud of me. He hugged me and clicked pictures of the both of us together.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

He was right in front of me. I blinked off and focused on his face but my shameful eyes couldn't stay still. I looked down at his chest, the Lazza tattoo on his side chest. The scar above it reminded me it was a gunshot he received from the attack on his territory. That was not all though, I took a minute to explore his skin, he had several healed scars and tattoos. The scar that especially caught my eyes was the one above his left hip. It was healed but it looked to have been the most painful thing ever. I was lost in thoughts of him having been enduring all the pain, I wondered the reason to be who he was if scars were all he would receive.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

But my eyes kept moving down, taking in every detail, committing it to memory even though I knew I shouldn't. And then I saw it. On his right hip, just above the waistband of his sweatpants, partially visible where the fabric sat low on his hips. A tattoo. A spider tattoo. Black and detailed, about three inches across, sitting right there on his hip bone. The world seemed to tilt sideways. All the air left my lungs. My vision tunneled until all I could see was that tattoo. That exact tattoo. I knew that tattoo. I had seen it before. Had stared at it for long minutes. Had traced it with my fingers. Had kissed it.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

He traced her buttom lip with his thumb, " Iam going to ruin your lipstick sweetheart" Before she could formulate her reply, he closed the distance of their lip and once again surrender to the temptation of tasting her lovely lips. Alex pulled her closer to his body until her breast pressed tightly against his chest, his attack on her lip were slow and demanding, deep and intense, his arm going round her waist " I love this dress, I can reach down and slide my hand inside to feel your leg" he said , moving his hand down from her waist going to her thigh but stopped when she grabbed it.

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?