Cute Badass Hip Tattoos Novels & Stories

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

Now, he had beard; not those bushy, goatee beard or those that look like the great forest of Madagascar, the kind of thin neatly shaved one that added sexiness to his already breathtaking face. With his arms resting on the top of the chair, I could see the veins of his seriously muscular arms and neck bulging in his tank top. Damn! His chest pumped out and the top greedily clung to his abs. Hot damn! The only thing I didn't like was the badass tattoos on his left hand and neck. The tattoo formed a wristwatch for him, and then another acted as covering on his arm. His tattoos weren't black, colorful ones that made him look like a beautiful art work. He was talking, his slightly plump, glossy

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m offering to make you a meal, all you need to do is shower and get ready. His eyes raked through my body and remained on my lower body, my hips to be precise. “That tattoo, what does it mean?” He stalked closer until he was on the edge of the bed pulling my hips into his view. I didn’t know how to feel with me being bare to him like this, his fingers slightly traced the ink on my left hip. “Is that a heart?” He squinted his eyes at the tattoo, it was a thing me and Tabitha did back in college, we got tattoos and I picked the heart while she did a small butterfly on her wrist. It was not our best ideas.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

I thought I could trust him, I thought he knew that he could trust me, I suppose I’m wrong. It feels almost as if my hip is burning as I’m reminded of the tattoo resides there. The tattoo I got on my 18th birthday, just hours before I saved his life. The tattoo is of a pure black wolf, made up in the some swirling inky black pattern that his curse looks like, and the wolf has bright green eyes, just like his does. Before I met him, I knew what my mate looked like. I got it tattooed on myself because I didn’t want to forget what deep down I was fighting for. The chance to live a normal life… once all is said and done, that’s what I want.

I could feel my hands shaking, and I think I heard his voice but I couldn’t stop looking. I tried my best to look normal like it was nothing and that I had seen a lot of those and I slowly took note of his alpha manly body. Another set of tattoos spread wide from his chest downwards. He had so many scars too and freaking hot tattoos on his lower hips and all over his chest. The drawings of a skull and that of a hand with a knife dripping with blood. His body was enough reason for me to back off and stop looking but I could feel myself drooling over every perfect piece of him.

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

A man about twenty years old came to a nightclub-Club Delux after completing a mission. The man had tattoos almost all over his body. His head felt hot and was about to burst because of this mission he had to deal with a complicated person. To cool down his head, a man named Alex came to the club to find entertainment—as usual. Alex ordered a drink from the bartender, and just then a woman approached him and flirted with him. "Alex, you didn't come a few days ago, you seem to be very busy," the woman said.

My back hits the bed and his hands rip my jeans off in one swift motion. He pumps his cock while his eyes burn down my body, leaving scorch marks on my skin. His gaze stops abruptly at my left hip, just above my panty line, and he hauls my body closer with a firm hand on my thigh. “April, did you…” His finger runs over the sensitive skin, tracing the letter. The script, matching my initial on him perfectly, but twisted into the shape of an F to match his own initial on me. He doesn’t look up at me, which I’m expecting. Instead his tongue wets his lips, and he presses them into my tattoo.