Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

This raucous eruptive energy won't fall still until I exert it. "What?" The prick who spoke earlier begins to step closer to me, tilting his head about as if it's finding it hard to remain fixed to his neck. I fasten my trembling fists and steel the venomous hate distorting my face with eyes monitoring his every swaggering advancement. He points a finger at me and stops just a little distance away. Shaking that finger, he begins to laugh as he looks behind at the rest of the gang who begin to join him. The lanky thing with a thin pale face and dull eyes, yellow teeth, and a smoky breath, in cargo pants and a leather jacket; leaving his torso in the open, painted here and there with tattoos.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

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.

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?”

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

“I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.” He pauses, his jaw clenching while he stares at me with wide eyes. I’ve wanted this tattoo for a long time, however, since I had a threesome with my best friend and the Dom at the sex club worshipped her because of it. I knew then I had to get it, but Uncle Jax doesn’t say anything, he continues to stare at me like he’s deciding whether to throw me out or scold me. I wait for the judgment, for how improper it is for me to get such a tattoo, but then he simply nods, slowly nodding to the table again. “Panties off,” he says, his voice rough like he is irritated. “And get on the table.”

I hear him curse at me as I'm knocked on my ass. "Watch where you're walking," His voice is a growl and so not appreciated after the time I've had. I look up to see a face I don't recognize. Someone completely unknown to me. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what's on my mind-none of it is nice mind you-and I abruptly stop when I catch sight of the tattoo on his inner forearm. A tattoo I've seen many times on many different people. It's an oddly shaped star of sorts with what looks like two scythes circling it. A very specific type of tattoo. A specific gang tattoo. A tattoo I'm all too familiar with.

I said, nodding my head towards said man. Beside him was the guy that had shot at us. Like Anthony had said, he had an ugly spider tattoo covering half his face. Why he went to a tattoo shop and asked the artist to tattoo such a hideous thing on his face still baffled me. “Madame Georgia. Looking beautiful, as always. We got you a seat set apart from the entire crowd, but I am sad to inform you you’ll be sharing with a gentleman. He came in the last minute and we couldn’t turn him away. Will you be okay with this?”