Fantasy Football Loser Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then he padded into his house, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Things were going to be all right, he thought. Perhaps he would try out for the football team; maybe he could get a place. Whatever, he would be among the popular kids at school, rather than one of the also-rans. He had Lucy, who loved him and adored his cock, and Janine (and probably half the cheerleading squad) would be happy to be humiliated any time either of them wished to use her. Yes, things were working out well. The light was on in the lounge and he could hear the sound of the TV set. He walked in, wondering what his mother would say about the state of his clothes, and came to a sudden halt.

Pain wasn’t too bad there today, but if I wanted it to heal correctly, we’d have to be careful. “Got a tattoo last night,” I announced as I walked onto the mat in my tennis shoes and compression leggings. My tight white tank didn’t hide the bandaging too well, and Dante pointed at it. “What’d you get?” “Just a quote to add to some ink I already had.” I stretched my arms by pulling one close to my chest and then shaking it out before I did the same with the other. “Hope it’s inspiring.” Dante went through the same motions. “It’s either that or depressing.”

He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand. I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand. It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters. "Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

“OK, losers, why don’t I give you some options? Here we go: Option 1: We can start with tattoos for each of you. I am thinking the word ‘SLUT’ would look really good tattooed across your backs and foreheads. We could do pink for Paige and black for Luna Cassie. Option 2: We can give each other pedicures and manicures. Of course, for yours, we would have to remove each finger and toe from your body first, so it might take a little bit longer than normal.

PLease look forward to the sequel of "Who's the Loser now?" With Gratitude and Regards, JDHWS

What a step dad. I trudged up the stairs, my shoes soft against the tile. Zayne's door shot as soon as I reached it. I shrugged, he must have heard the conversation. I didn't care either. I stood at the entrance of my room, the blinding light could see through me. I suddenly felt weak, my injuries punching me hard against the ribs. I should see a doctor at this rate. I peeled my clothes off and stood at the front of my mirror. The scars were already tattoos on my body. Purple bruises climbed over my ribs. Old scars crossed newer ones until I couldn't tell which belonged to Trenton and which belonged to life. I dragged my fingers over one on my shoulder.

Meaning he's everyone's type—except for Lyra, I suppose. “Get a grip, Tess,” I mutter, hating that I’ve resorted to talking to myself after spending too much time alone. “Make your caramel fix and go to bed.” Despite trying to focus on the task at hand, I keep envisioning Tall, Dark, and Arrogant. In my dreams, his face is covered in a thick, attractive shadow. His eyes are just as I remember them—a vibrant shade of gold. With his T-shirt missing, clothed only in jeans and boots, I’ve been able to see his tattoos. The intricate patterns wind around the front and the back of his shoulder. The black ink suits his tanned skin, bringing attention to his arms, shoulders, and chest.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.