Im Your Huckleberry Tattoo Novels & Stories

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

“I’m not going anywhere. Not today. Not ever. No matter how many people you throw in the mix. Don't make her choose; you'd be the one who loses because she's it for me.” Rebel looked surprised and a little amused. I, however, nearly choked on my water. “I never asked you to go anywhere,” I replied coolly. “You didn’t have to,” he said. “But it’s always there. The undertone. Like I’m a passing phase. A problem. Some tattoo she’ll eventually laser off.” Rebel snorted. “I do have a tattoo of you, technically. It just says ‘William' under my ribs; you made sure I got one after your crazy ass got my face on your whole back and chest.”

“Oh my gosh, Cecil, that’s adorable! It really does look like a little ink splatter like I heard. How did you even notice that?” The little black ink splatter was the pack mark that appeared on newborn children, a unique and fleeting symbol of their early days. It looked like a delicate splash of ink behind Camden’s ear, marking him as part of the berrywoods pack. This mark was something all newborns in their pack received, a small but significant identifier that linked them to their heritage.

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

He was hanging a last picture on the ribbon, hanging at the wall when something caught his eyes. He squinted his eyes to catch the image but couldn’t get. He picked up his laptop and browsed through the pictures until he found the one. He zoom it at Jack's wrist and his breath hitched. It was a tattoo. Jack Daniel in an infinity loop. An endless chain. --- Tabby

"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.

he replied, motioning to the chair across from him. I sat down, the seat feeling suddenly too small for my body. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, sir. I promise I won’t let you down.” He offered his hand. I took it without hesitation. And then… I saw it. A crescent-shaped birthmark. Just under the knuckle. And the world… paused. Something thundered in my memory, something bitter and cracked and wrapped in adolescent cruelty. ~~~~~ “Yo, y’all check out Nerd of the Year. Got a tattoo to feel better about yourself?”