Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Tanu started explaining everything to her, "We will go to the club together! I have put a spy camera on the button of your shirt. I will not say anything to those people, but you have to go to them and demand drugs directly. They will not admit it easily but this club is such, where it is very common for them to give drugs to people! you will take those drugs and hand them over to me and stay there for some time, then I will come out and give you a missed call and that's it. It's time for you to get out of there." Naina and Tanu goes to the club in disguise as per the plan made by them. Both of them wears fancy glasses, fake curly hair and a slightly silly face and does everything exactly a

“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?”

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

“You need to learn how to touch a Dominant with reverence. And you need to learn how to handle authority without trying to fight it or question it. Take it off.” My hands tremble slightly as I raise them, my fingers brushing against the first button of his shirt. The fabric is cold, but beneath it, I can feel the iron-hard contours of his chest muscles. My knuckles brush against his warm skin, and a jolt of pure, electric awareness shoots straight up my arms, settling deep in my lower belly. I undo the buttons one by one, my breathing hitching as the fabric parts to reveal his heavily muscled torso. As the shirt falls away from his shoulders, my eyes fixate on his right collarbone, tracking

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 “

I said, not knowing I had been smiling. “Let me hear.” “Damiano means ‘one who tames.’ Lions are known for their ferocity and untamed nature and can easily overpower and pose a lethal threat. They are not creatures typically subjected to domestication. Yet, there’s a contradiction in your tattoo since it has a massive chain wrapped around its neck. It’s as if you’ve tamed the untamable, asserting your dominance as Damiano, the one who tames.” I mused on his inked masterpiece.

If they were big, that would have made sense. The image of a huge bacteria standing in front of me popped into my head and my heart jumped in my throat. That was scary. Never mind. Three minutes passed, and I was doodling random things on the top of the notebook page. There was a raven that looked nothing like a raven, little hearts, and a D. Dominic’s name started with D. Subconsciously, I started to write his name and made little creeper-like designs around the letters. It looked cool. I could be a great tattoo artist someday.

Familiar, almost. It hit me like a freight train. The tattoo. Peeking out from under his collar—a small, intricate raven on his collarbone. I’d seen that exact ink in one of Dominic’s videos, the one where he fucked a co-ed lookalike against a bookshelf, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her relentlessly. My breath caught. No. It couldn’t be.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c