Juice Wrld Tattoos Ideas Novels & Stories

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

I couldn’t falter; I wouldn’t let him bleed out on my floor, not when every heartbeat felt like a silent plea for survival. I settled onto the cold linoleum, my heart pounding as I locked my gaze on his battered body. Every inch of him told a story, each tattoo a chapter of pain and survival. The bold double DD letters sprawled across his knuckles caught my eye first, a stark contrast against the bruises and blood. A tree, strong yet fragile, adorned his left forearm, whispering secrets of resilience, while the wave-like patterns on his ribcage danced dangerously close to his deep, ragged wound. But it was the quote etched on his right forearm that pulled at my heartstrings, resonating with

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

“Well, hello handsome.” “What can I offer you?” the guy asked, ignoring her flirtatious greeting. “Club soda is perfect, thanks.” He nodded. “Jenny?” “Vodka.” “Right,” he said, turning to get the bottles. As he turned, Malvika caught sight of the tattoo on his upper arm. It was an intricate drawing of a snake. “Nice tattoo you’ve got there,” she said casually. He glanced at her, a little bewildered. “Um, thanks, I guess,” he said, hurrying away.

The sky was beautiful with stars, and the soft music playing from my phone mixed with the crashing waves. I sat on a lounge chair, admiring the view. Vince sat beside me, shirtless in just his loose black pajama pants, a cigarette dangling between his lips. His chest was decorated with scars and tattoos that gave him this hot and dangerous look, and I wouldn’t mind getting fucked right out here—but asking for sex again would probably make him run away. “You know, I’ve always wanted to ask what these tattoos mean?” I said, taking a sip of my drink and glancing at him like he was a good meal—he was.