Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

“The gynecologist? Please. What’s he gonna do, pap smear me to death?” “Start with a scalpel,” I said sweetly. “End with your dick in a jar.” Neck Tattoo let out a low snort. “Girl’s got a mouth on her.” “Yeah,” Roy muttered, licking his lips. “And I got a few ideas about how to shut it.” That was it. Neck Tattoo shoved off the wall, stalked over, and slammed his fist into Roy’s gut so hard, the smaller man hit the floor with a wet grunt.

She nods thoughtfully. " Okay so this is what I want you to do to her. I need you to tattoo something across her neck." he must have asked her something because she hums. " I need you to make it as bold as possible. Make it draw as much attention as powerful. I need you to tattoo the phrase, ' I suck it cause it's delicious but like every delicious thing, it has to belong to someone else' and draw a nazi symbol on where her neck meets her chin." I stop on my tracks and digest, well in this case I'm also processing, that she is saying that. Not that it's mean but it's not humiliating enough for that skank. I need to add something to that list. Like maybe cutting off a pinky toe.

Titus, sitting behind the drum kit, his eyes on the drums as his sticks moved across them, beating gently, adding a soft upbeat background to the guitars. And Aiden, holding his bass guitar, his focus on nothing but the strings beneath his fingers and the beat of the music around him. His biceps were tight with his hold on his guitar, and I trailed my eyes up and down his arms. My gaze flicked across the designs tattooed onto his skin; the music notes, the owl that peeked down from beneath his shirt sleeve, the rose, the vines that reached out from it, the guitar. All the tiny images that were unrelated but so well-fitting.

the tattoo artist asked, and Athena was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Here," she moved the hair that covered her neck. "Behind my ear, make it small but with every stroke quite detailed." "Won't it hurt her?" the Italian asked the man. "It will be slight, you will only feel discomfort or some itching," the tattoo artist explained, preparing his equipment of tools. "Good, proceed." The penetrating aroma of the ink permeated the tattoo studio while Athena settled into the chair, slightly nervous. The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear.

Therefore Cain is here too. Noah sits in my lap, purring while either tracing the part of my tattoo that comes out of the top of my shirt or playing with the short hair on top of my head. I have a sleeve tattoo that comes up my arm and over my shoulder then up my neck slightly on my right side. It peeks out of any shirt I wear, including a tux if I need to wear one. Either way, he's completely in his own little world that is me. He's not even embarrassed that he's purring in front of everyone. (which he usually would be embarrassed) It's literally like no one else is in the room but him and I.

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

She leans forward and Kai notices the top of a tattoo on the back of her neck. “What’s the tattoo?” She pulls her top off again and throws it back at her pile of stuff. It’s a beautiful peacock like bird, but it’s orange and red. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. He runs a finger over the lines, which makes her shiver. “Sorry.” He pulls his finger back,

Good for him. My eyes drifted up, catching on something I hadn’t noticed before: a tattoo peeking just above the collar of his jacket. A serpent—coiled, detailed, the scales inked in deep black and subtle greens. It curled around the side of his neck, the tail disappearing under his ear, the head resting near his Adam’s apple like it was about to strike. I tilted my head. “New ink?” His hand flew to his neck instantly, fingers pressing the collar higher to cover it. His frown was immediate and for a second he looked almost startled, like I’d caught him doing something wrong.

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!