Kevin Gates Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?” She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.” “Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked. “I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice i

"I'm going to take a shower. Make sure you clean up after eating." "What do you mean? Don't you want to eat? I cooked all this for you myself," Blake said as Kevin entered the room. He closed the door, removed his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. Unexpectedly, the door swung open instantly. Blake was startled at the sight of Kevin covered in scars. "You..." Some of the scars on Kevin's body were from knife wounds, densely packed and impossible to count. There were also marks on his back, close to his heart, seemingly from gunshot wounds.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

“Oh it’s beautiful you did a fantastic job. I’d hug you but I’m still tender.” Keegan had been able to take the pictures that I had of my parents and my Dad in his wolf form and had created a family portrait. He had placed my Dad’s wolf in the background with space for mine when we found out what she looks like. The tattoo was on my lower left abdomen. When I first saw the work that Keegan could do, I had spent the last couple of months nagging him through texts to do this when he was home for the winter break. Keegan went over with me what I needed to do in order keep it clean. If I had my wolf, it would have heeled almost instantly but that wasn’t the case. I was still going to heal faster

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"

So tempting that he couldn't resist and sucked harder on the hollow of her neck earning a gasp from her. Kevin's lips skimmed against the cold metal of her pendant once again. He dragged his lips down kissing her burning skin. Heat flooded her abdomen as she felt his lips leaving sensual kisses on her neck and down her breasts. Kevin raised his head a little and pulled her thin straps down her shoulders unveiling the top of her breasts. His eyes caught a glimpse of the black mole that was between the valley of her breasts. ``Beautiful," he whispered and sucked on it. He was leaving marks on her skin.