Goofy Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

Jem runs a hand through his hair sighing as he watches her go. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Mr. Rux claps his hands together breaking through the ice of awkwardness surrounding us. He steps up to my right side holding up two tattoo stencils of a howling wolf. One is plain, the outline of a wolf howling at a moon. The other looks the same but with more decorations. There's dotted line work surrounding the wolf and it's standing on shaded ground. It's actually really pretty. If it didn't stand for what it does it's a tattoo I would happily get. "Which one?" Mr. Rux asks pretending as if giving me this choice means I'm choosing to get the tattoo. "Neither." I deadpan making Mr. Rux sig

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

he asked, glancing back at another man who was watching her as he passed by. “Um…sure,” she said absently as they stopped in front of a nearby tattoo parlor. “Once you have this done, there’s no turning back, so choose wisely. You wanted this, remember?” Sandra swallowed hard and nodded. “Would you feel better if we got matching tattoos?” She turned and looked into his dark eyes. “You would really get a tattoo to match mine?” He opened the door to the parlor, smiling. “Just promise me no Tinker Bells, or butterflies.”

He stretch out his right arm, exposing the tattoo there. "Your tattoo?" "Yeah, but its Minnie Mouse. Why would I get Minnie Mouse?" I smiled, "it was all your idea, trying to break away from the 'cliche of things'." I went to standing by him, holding out my arm as well, showing him my Mickey Mouse tattoo, that matched perfectly with his. Our separate tattoos, when put together, showed Mickey and Minnie kissing. "Oh," he nodded, then wrapped his arm around me. "Makes sense."

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

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 can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features. “I love spending time with you.” I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing. “So have you thought about it?” “You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.” “Let us get matching tattoos.” Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare. “Tattoo? And matching ones?” I nod. “We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.”

Would failing prove I'm not a wolf? I think of Krew, his wide smiles and his deep dimples. A piercing ring sits in its nose. Black ink from trees and animals runs up her arm. Goldie always said watch out for guys with trees tattooed on their wrists, they're the flirts. I smile. He's a flirt, always running his hand through short hair and flashing a boyish smile. A golden line appears in front of me. Blinking, I reach out and touch it, hoping that