Fantasy Football Loser Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

Gigi giggled. "Well, I would show you my tattoo but it is located in a private place, but you can play with your imagination, I swear to God I have it." It was true. Liz had a One Direction tattoo on her ribs, she did it a night when she was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever. No-one stopped her, not even Jayla said a thing, and she was the most responsible of them all.

"Listen, I don't care about the gum you stepped on or your menstru-what's. That picture was my favorite and quite expensive, given that the frame was gold. So, I offer you two options: either you repay the damages immediately, or you start working at the shop temporarily, and each month, part of your salary will be withheld to repay the picture." I take a deep breath. "You're looking at your new employee, absolutely thrilled about this job. Even though technically I didn't make the picture fall. It was probably possessed." The man sighs and leads me out of the shop. I go home, cursing my bad luck. Well, today I learned one thing. Never go to a tattoo artist if bad luck is chasing you. And no

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.”

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

“Ow, fuck. This hurts more than I thought. You’re enjoying this too much, you sick psycho. Tattooing your name on me like some caveman. ‘Me Damien, this ass mine.’” He kept working, steadily hand, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Damn right it’s mine. I’d tattoo the whole name if I could. ‘Property of Damien’ right across your lower back. But I can’t let the others know, whoever else you’re running around with…they can’t see it. This stays hidden. Just for me. Just so every time someone gets close, I know there’s a little piece of me on you they’ll never touch.”

He murmured against my hair; his words brought me back to reality. "I should let you go, but I am a possessive Asshole and am never letting you go". Those words lingered as I kept thinking about what they meant for both of us. What it means for our blurry future I wanted to ask him what would become of us after this, but I decided not to. "What does the lion tattoo mean?" He smirked "My last name is Hunter, and I am the predator hunting the prey." I feel the pride and ego lingering behind each word.

Proud to be. I smirk slightly, looking down at his cock again, it makes my wrist look fucking small. My eyes blaze as I peel his boxers off and the sight in front of me makes me lick my lips. He’s perfectly groomed, the tip of his cock a smooth rounded tip and it’s shining with a few drops of precum. He has a tattoo just over his pubic bone, to the right side, a simple word but it looks so fucking hot. ‘Loyalty.’

Patsy looked at Kathy. “The winner gets to pick the loser’s next tattoo.” Kathy filled in for Patsy.