Ivar The Boneless Tattoo Novels & Stories

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

Dino Moretti. He sat shirtless on a stool in the corner, his arms draped over his knees as if he owned the air I breathed. The lamp behind him threw long shadows, carving his tattoos into shapes I didn’t want to recognize. His chest was broader than I remembered, cut with muscle, ink crawling over him like vines. On his side, just under the ribs, a scar glared white against his olive skin—the bullet wound Alessandro had left him.

Monic dropped to her knees right there on the cool concrete floor of the private room, her freshly tattooed skin still tingling from the long session and the intense orgasm that had ripped through her only minutes earlier. The colorful roses and twisting thorns now bloomed vividly across her lower back and curved seductively over her hip bone, a permanent mark that Maven had carved into her body with his hands and his filthy words. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. His cock strained heavily against the front of his jeans, the thick bulge begging to be freed. She could see the outline of it clearly, long and heavy, and the sight made her mou

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

I was called Tattooed Bunny because my body was covered from neck to feet in tattoos, most of them in vivid colors. Every inch of my skin was adorned with intricate designs. My ass was decorated with scale patterns and the words ‘fuck me’ boldly inked across it. The only areas left untouched were my delicate face and the skin around my nipples, which remained bare and provided a striking contrast to the rest of my tattooed body. Over time, I had my ass and breasts enhanced to make them fuller and more bigger, knowing it would draw more attention and attract customers. I also had large ball piercings through both nipples, adding to my bold and provocative look.

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”