Harley Quinn Tattoo Placement Novels & Stories

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

A man’s name. Her man, obviously. I nodded, no questions. People ink names all the time…love, loyalty, regret waiting to happen. It wasn’t my place to care. “Where do you want the tattoo?” I asked, my voice coming out smoother than I intended. “Up my thighs, near my groins,” My breath hitched. "Nice spot.“ I said to myself. "No, I want it on my ass," she said, almost immediately. "So that he can see it during doggy or some petty little bathroom moment,“ she chuckled.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

I still had a thousand questions, but after that warning, I doubted he’d tell me more. When Kay left, I sat on the edge of the bed where Rolex lay. The bandage wrapped around his waist left his chest bare, the duvet covered his lower body. My eyes wandered the scars lined his chest and stomach, faded marks from old wounds. My eyes caught on a tattoo just below the left side of his stomach: Hazel ∞

"Hudson on one. Mason on the other. How could I not ask about it?. It's not like you were trying to hide them or anything." I go still. The realization lands hard. Damn it. She is right. I got those tattoos years ago. Hudson on my left forearm. Mason on my right. I look down at my own arms for a second. The ink is right where it has always been. Loyalty. Brotherhood. The kind that runs deep in the parts of my life she does not need to touch yet. I run a hand over my face and let out a slow breath. She speaks again. "So are you going to tell me who they are or should I mind my business and go to bed?"

“You can heal that at a human’s pace, meaning I want to see it while I tattoo you.” She lays down on me, snuggling against my chest. “Where are you going to put it?” “I had a couple of ideas. The first was on your neck where Tana’s mark is, but that’s a Lycan mark and I’m not Lycan. I thought about over your heart, like yours is on me, but that’s a dragon’s mark and I’m not a dragon. So, I was thinking about putting it at the base of your neck where your shoulders and your neck meet. What do you think?”

Celeste said. “That’s an advantage that I have," he admitted. “It’s like flipping a coin.” “Give head or chase tail?” Celeste offered. Wynne walked over to where Celeste was with a page of tattoos. She pointed to a cluster of lilies. Her wolf had liked it since her name was Lily. “Where should I get this?” “Either on the forearm, thigh or upper arm.” Celeste suggested. “Especially until you know how much you like getting tattoos. The meatier, the less it hurts.”

I reply, pulling my pants up and making sure I’m good before I scoop Rosie up bridal style as it seems appropriate. I carry Rosie to the tattoo guy and she gets her tattoo. I decide her left shoulder is a good spot. I wanted to have her do it on chest, but I know a chest tattoo isn’t ideal and would probably give her parents a heart attack if they saw. I thought it would be a pain to make her cover it every time she has to see them. So, the shoulder seemed better and easier for her to cover. She takes the tattoo like a champ and when she is done we decide to head home.

Diana sat in the lounge chair, hugging her knees close to her chest. A small, hitching sigh wracked throughout her. She inspected her hand for the thousandth time, peering at those crescent-shaped marks that Hecate's touch had left on her skin. They looked like tiny tattoos, drawn with black lines and resembling little moons. She had one on the inside of her wrist, another on that soft part beneath her thumb, and another right in the middle of her palm.