Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

Fvcking sexy beast, Xayden Adler stood in front of me in the arena in the third round with my blood all over his knuckles. Even through the cloudy haze of my swollen eyes, I couldn’t tear my gaze from the tattoo that circled around the left side of the Alpha’s waist in intricate, d*ck-arousing designs and dip under the wicked band of his low-hanging shorts, curling towards the forbidden nether regions. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew that it was a sensuous tattoo meant for only a pair of eyes belonging to someone very special. A pang of jealousy suddenly hit me out of nowhere. I couldn’t help but bitterly think how many people had got the privilege of seeing it while I fought back my Alpha

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Reece pulled out a pad and started to draw “I can start tattooing tomorrow if that works. I will start on a background design and then you can tell me your ideas about what you want for the boys. If you boys send me your ideas for what you want and then I can add them all in. I am thinking of making the main theme a mystical battlefield since Charlotte here had proven to be such a warrior” “Oh, wow that sounds amazing”. I had never seen Charlotte look so happy. It looks like the tattoo idea was a good one.

He hoped that collaring her would reassure her that he intended to follow this relationship wherever it went. Sam had also shown him the tattoos he'd designed at Blake's request, a pair of coordinating his-and-hers designs. For Amy, there was a taupe blocky, masculine D followed by a stylized, flowery, filigree script k in shades of pink, the letters standing for Daddy's kitten. For Blake, the design would be reversed, the k followed by the D, kitten's Daddy. Blake wasn't positive of Amy's reaction to getting tattooed. When he'd mentioned the tats to Sam earlier, it had been impulsive. But now that he'd seen the designs, he was intent on the idea. Maybe later, when Amy returned to Elio

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Even though I can fuck with anyone, I'm still normal enough to feel vibes towards women. I picked at random any object that could be used for exercise. Maybe a smith machine, like lifting a barbell full of pressure. Well, I can show off a bit with the muscle tone in my upper arms. The sleeveless shirt I'm wearing is enough to expose the tattoo carvings that adorn it. If Rena likes attention, I still don't feel confident being seen in a public place like this. Fucking Rena with many men can make up for my discomfort in being a dom. Aren't men supposed to be able to dominate?