Ignorant Style Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

"However today, everything changed as I discovered you're actually a half-witted, harebrained, idiot whose silicone breasts had crawled to impair her brain." Scarlet's jaw dropped to the floor. She opened her mouth but before she could even say a word, I cut her off. "Have you heard of hypoallergenic tattoo ink? Based on your startled reaction I dare say you didn't. Perhaps you should have checked it on the internet first before marching here to accuse me of being fake just because of my tattoos." My voice thundered across the room, intimidating Scarlet who now stood on her place with her face, ears and neck turning crimson.

My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.

Not sure why but I'm scared of Zero so I don't even fight Storm. But standing behind Storm, I see a very muscular back, with a tattoo covering every inch of it with the words ‘The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club’ branded below and around the tattoo. The sight before me makes me a little nervous. How is it that I failed to notice he was so strong? “I need to talk to the homeless bitch.”

I left him to marinate in that as I stormed out of his studio, down the stairs and out of his damned tattoo shop. GK Tattoos - Zero stars! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Margo was not nearly as mad as I thought she would be. I had seen her angrier at her nail tech for getting her desired nail shape wrong than she was now, hearing that a stranger tattooed his name on her best friend’s body. In fact, she seemed more amused than anything. “Did you even hear me, Margo? A man who I have never seen a day in my life put his fuckíng name on my back!”

Maybe if I got in tight, I could press it to the bastard’s side, make him leave without a fuss. The first guy shoves Seb, exposing the black-and-white tattoo that covers most of the man’s arm. I think I recognize it, but it disappears too quickly for me to be certain. Seb stumbles back a step. “So, it’s like that?” He swings a punch at the taller man’s face. The man catches his fist and just stares at it. I study the tattoo in more detail. It’s a building with multiple towers. Fuck, I learned so many different signs and symbols when I was trying to get a hold on New York’s organized crime. Why can’t I place this one?

"But you are a tom. You know what I am better than I do." "I know what you were told you are. And if I were told enough times that I was, say, a Hare, I suppose I would believe it," Ink replied. He leaned back from where he had been examining Doll's tattoo. "Do you have any other Marks? Was your hair professionally done?" Ink frowned at Doll's lilac curls, pushing the escapees back from the no-fur's face. "Because if it was, I would sue the Marker."

Winter wishes to crawl in a hole and die in it. 'Oh he's gonna make this harder than it already is! ' She thinks. "Anyone else interested in not a dangerous tattoo this time ?" The tattooist asks . They are quiet just looking at each other . Something dawns on Sao. He walks towards the Fahara. "He doesn't know when to quit does he? " The tattooist asks throwing his hands up. "My man ." Lea says dreamily. They give her sideways glances eyes glued on Sao. After a moment he turns around his face puzzled.

He asked in surprise. "I mean, I will only be gentle doing these to the one I love, so, "So, you won't be gentle towards me?! " he asked with narrowed eyes. Before I could answer, he punched me in the face because I have a permanent fist tattoo on my face... ***

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

Half wolf is a little too generous, but I've decided that's what I'll tell people. "How the fuck do you know I have a tattoo?" "We were looking all over for you and we found your tattoo artist, that doesn't matter," I wave my hands in front of me, Alex looks completely confused, "I just wanted to see you and.... ask you to please stop ignoring Rio?" "No. I'm ignoring him for a reason." "What's the reason?"