Ffxv Tattoo Novels & Stories

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

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.

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

“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.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“But yeah, guilty as charged. Can you blame me? Look at you—flushed, wrapped in my robe, smelling like sex and vanilla. You’re a walking temptation, Cass.” I bit my lip, fighting a smile as I traced the inked lines of the tattoo on his chest—a intricate phoenix rising from ashes, symbolizing the rebirth he’d clawed out after his turbulent past. My fingers followed the curves, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the center of it. “But seriously… today was rough. The fight, Ethan… I didn’t think we’d end up here, like this.”

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

My hand connected on the top of her towel that she held tightly to her chest and I pulled it away. ""This fucking is." I said before I clash my lips on hers. **** Ashley’s POV Once the pain subsided, I decided to take a long bath. I carefully unwrapped the bandage and looked at the tattoo through the mirror. I frown at such a strange tattoo. It's just the letters XXX and nothing more. I have seen it on Jo’s and Denver hans but they both have a skull on top of the letters. I am grateful that I didn't draw the skull though.

Dylan had a long history with so many people and then I realized how he operated… he made more friends than enemies and as for enemies, he made sure to kill every last of them that there would be no one to hold a grudge against. Classic him. “What kind of tattoo do you want, Mr Xavier?” I didn't realize someone was standing before us. “What do you think I should do, milkweed?” He asked his voice in a low gruff. “I don't know, a rose? Or a bird…” I let my voice trail trying to think of something meaningful. “I love birds, freedom, flight, survival and a will to live, poetic but true” I shut my eyes and opened them, my heart skipped two beats in half a second… I was falling deeply for this man