Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

My dad’s face became clenched tight as his eyes stared straight at what Beau was showing them. It was the children of Gaia symbol, and for the life of me, I didn’t understand how Beau now also had it scarred into the palm of his hand. Our members all got the children of Gaia symbol tattooed against their shoulders once they were eighteen, Beau had his symbol tattooed on his right shoulder as was our custom.

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.

Alvara's Point of View I had been right to assume Teagan knew someone for the tattoo. She had made her dislike of the thought clear but still supported me enough to introduce me to one of Harland's friends. Jean had his ears stretched. Almost every piece of skin was covered in tattoos. Except for his face, besides for one random unicorn close to his hairline. He was a happy-go-lucky type of person. Artwork framed his walls along with him and another man together in photos. Everything was sterile. Clean to a point where even Ozias would approve.

“Fuck—oh god—too big—don’t stop—ruin me—” The tattooed guy knelt in front of me again, grabbed my hair, and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, but he just held my head and fucked my face in time with the tank’s brutal thrusts. Spit poured down my chin. My nose was buried in his pubes. I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care. Caleb moved again—this time sliding underneath me in a sixty-nine. His mouth swallowed my cock in one hungry gulp while I kept sucking the tattooed guy. The tank never slowed down. He was grunting like an animal now, hips slamming, sweat dripping off his chest onto my back.

His face doesn't look Asian, and his lips are a bit thin, but their face shapes are almost the same. Cross has a tattoo covering his neck, and his eyes are a bright blue like Joshua's. Gruvv has light brown eyes like his dad. Their genes are actually perfectly divided. I'm not sure what Gruvv's role in the company is, but he sometimes gets the same hours as a regular office worker. Does he have any tattoos, too? Yesterday I saw that Joshua has a tattoo on his right hand. “Oh my, you are trembling and scared just because of me? Weird, you're not afraid of my brother tho? So why you scared? You know what he's doing out there?”

This had to be one of them. “It’s a prank, right?” I asked with a knowing smile. He looked me deadass in the eyes. “No, it’s not. Do I look like I play pranks?” He did not. “IF IT IS NOT A PRANK, AND I AM NOT HALLUCINATING, WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ON MY WAIST?!” I half expected the glass cubicle of the studio to crack from the loudness of my voice but apparently, it was laminated and bulletproof. My head was suddenly aching again and I could barely see Gavin over the veil of red that seemed to cover my eyes.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.