Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

I playfully glared at her while running my thumb across my throat in a slicing motion. "Before you, I think Jarek will kill me for tattooing someone else's dick on her mate because I had planned to tattoo a small and tiny one on you... and everyone knows Jarek junior is not junior at all." "I am certainly not interested in talking about my mate's junior with his ex-fuckbuddy. So I think we should get on with what I am here for." Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed.

My knees hit the floor the second they let go. I looked up and my stomach dropped. He stood there like he owned the fucking universe. Jax. Older, maybe mid-forties, broad shoulders stretching a black shirt that clung to thick muscle. A nasty scar ran down the left side of his face, pulling at the corner of his mouth into a permanent sneer. His eyes locked on me, tattoos crawled up his neck and over his knuckles. He looked like every danger my dad ever whispered about rolled into one terrifying man.

Tank asked him "That's not important. I need a face to the name" I said to him "He's a white dude but kinda Latino and he has a snake tattoo from his neck to his left arm. He's skinny a little shorter than me with a curvy figure. His hair is in a long blonde ponytail" He said to me "Oh Fuck" Tank muttered

Nina felt that if she had half the mind of having her incarceration to be a peaceful and quiet one, she would have to kowtow to Manang Jeannie, one way or the other. “Hi, Ninang,” Ninang was the monicker everybody inside the ob-lo called Manang Jeannie. “I’m okay. Still adjusting.” “Well, I guess you would have an easier time adjusting inside, since you have been so blessed with such a life of leniency here.” Ninang sarcastically remarked. Four of her minions surrounded Nina. The tattoo of Ninang’s gang inside was the image of a small butterfly with the head of a minx on the small of their body’s backs.

I replied to Jake and he just shrugged his shoulder and we continued playing. "Well, what about this?" Jake asked me and pointed to his eye shape tattoo on the side of the neck, it wasn't a big eye tattoo so I need to look closer at it. "You believe that eyes are the windows of our soul thus you get that tattoo," I said to Jake and I heard him cuss causing me to realize that what I said to him was right. I can't help but feel the excitement knowing that I am about to suck Jake Andrich. Shit! I am not just gonna stare at his nude photos and half a minute scandal videos, this time I am going to suck his huge dick.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

The gang saw the tattoo as they stepped to the back. Joshua looked at the guy with the leather jacket staring blankly over to one of their own as they saw his weapons marked MAFIA. "Sit down,” he says as they all sit down. "You have wasted ten minutes of my time feeding me bullshit. Now you owe me for taking my time." They bow their heads as Joshua points over at the one with the Jacket. "stand up. What is your name?" "My name is skittles." “What is your real name?" “Johnathan”

His face is bloodied, bruised, swollen and disfigured. Standing on either side of him are Bruno and Maddie. Standing off in the corner of the room is another man I’m not familiar with. He is massive and has a large tattoo on his chest in the shape of an eight-point star surrounded by a howling wolf’s head. All three are splattered with blood and are wearing expressions I’ve never seen before on their faces. None of them are asking any questions at the moment.

he groans like he is in pain. “ You ready to do this or do you need a few more minutes?” Tank asks, laughing. As much as I want to kiss Lug some more I want to get this tattoo. I’ll play with Lug later. Lug stands up and looks at Tank. “ Let’s do this brother. I want my mark on her for the world to see.” Tanks laughs as he takes a seat in his rolling stool. “ I remember that feeling brother. There are few better feelings than seeing your mark on your woman.” Tanks says with a proud smile. He takes a paper off the counter and shows it to me.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A