Im Your Huckleberry Tattoo Novels & Stories

The guy chuckled as his eyes swept the room. Matteo slow blinked at the sight of her and looked away, standing like a statue by the door as he closed it. “A-antonio?” She breathed in fright. “Relax…this is Jimmy, he’s here to tattoo my name permanently into your skin, so stay still!” “What! Wait, Antonio…no, please, don’t do that!” Quinn started to panic but Antonio ignored her and instructed the tattooist to set up and get on with it.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation. Walking straight to the bathroom, I began humming cheap thrills by sia, nothing sounded better than hard clubbing and some good dick at the moment. My dirty mind was filled with images that how hard I wanted to grabbed by this tattooed stranger. Wake up Katherine!!!! I screamed at myself internally How can I be fantasing about a man I didn’t even know his name?!!! I had an apple and made my way to bed, sleeping is my favorite thing to do for the record, only if I could get paid for it.

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

We lay there just enjoying each other’s company as his breathing and pulse returned to normal, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ll have to get my tattoo, you know.” “I know,” he smiled. “I won’t make you get it as big as mine, don’t worry,” I winked. “To be fair, my guy could probably make it work alongside your Henchmen tattoo.” “You don’t want me to cover it up?” “Why would I?” I questioned, one eyebrow raised. “The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

We get out of the car and start walking on the sidewalk, "I do like her, but I don't want her to know." "Okay," I roll my eyes. "Are you going to get a tattoo with us, General?" Hunter asks, opening the door to 'Zander's Greatness'. My father shakes his head. "Nah. I'll wait for you guys at that bar,” he points, “While you get your little drawings done." Zander is a bald man covered in ink who has done ten of my tattoos. My favorite ones, the ones that mean the most to me. This time, Hunter and I get the date of our departure tattooed just below the tattoo we got last year, which is the same, just a date. Small and simple.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and