Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

I handed the empty glass to Jake and he went back to the alcohol rack and refilled the empty glass. Fuck! I thought I'm going to suck Jake Andrich already. "Let's continue," Jake spoke to me and I just nodded in response. "Okay, why don't you guess this one here?" Jake said and pointed to the tattoo on the right side of his hand, it was a triangular tattoo and inside the triangle was an eye-shaped figure. I didn't give him an answer right away and I stared at his tattoo on the right side of his hand, I wanted to suck Jake's penis so badly and I also want him to fuck me without me using my VIP black card, but I will let him scan my black card after he fuck me.

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.

I looked down the rows and finally found Josh's skinny ass putting his pants on. He still didn't have a shirt on. He had small muscles, not skin and bones, but nothing to boast about. He had a tattoo on his back I didn't notice before. It was of a crescent moon with a little wolf howling at it. I tapped his shoulder causing him instant irritation. Seems the locker room has him tense. "Fuck man, what now?" He turned, surprised to find me. I punched him straight in the jaw. "Stop starting shit when you don't know shit!" I eyed him harshly. There was now a group of boys surrounding this row. Josh eyed them all furiously before returning my gaze.

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.

My eyes caught the Jaguar tattoo on his back as he turned to pick up his machete. Jaguar tattoo means only one thing, the Bratva has different gangs and they have symbols to differentiate themselves, if it were a Volk then it would be a Black Mamba but if it's a Jaguar that means it's... How? Did he know I was coming? There was another loud creak indicating that someone was coming, I swallowed a hard lump in my throat as I watched like an idiot as three men walked in. Now I see it, they all have those Russian features, including the machete guy.

The side of his hand struck my face, and I tasted blood as my teeth clashed against his skin, the coppery taste flooding my mouth. “Fucking bitch,” he spat, slapping my face harder. The room spun. He pulled a thick tape from his pocket and slapped it over my mouth with cold efficiency, making my pulse race. He shoved me to the floor, my hands bound in front of me. I could barely move, barely breathe—the pain was suffocating. He walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Then he removed his white coat, revealing a tight-fitting black shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, including one on his hand that read "GDL." The letters seemed to mock me. His body was full of ink, each design d

We spend the next hour looking for any slip up the attacker must have made, luckily that fucker wasn’t as smart as we thought him to be. I easily caught sight of a tattoo on his left arm. A gang tattoo… “Zoom into that” I ordered. Fred quickly obeys my instruction and zooms in closer to the guy’s left arm. I was quick to recognize that symbol,It was basically hard not to. I was left dumbfounded because this was the last mafia gang I’d expect that from.

I didn't look up, only down. The hands. They were huge, the knuckles thick, the skin taut over corded muscle. They were framed by the immaculate cuff of an expensive dark suit jacket and they were covered in ink. My gaze locked onto the back of the hand pressed just inches from my temple. I saw the complex, swirling blackwork, the design stretching over the knuckles. And then I saw the detail that made the air freeze in my lungs, the detail that had haunted my nightmares. Right on the back of his hand was a small, grinning face, the evil jester tattoo. The tattoo of a man who played games with pain.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.