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He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

Underneath the dove was a Bible verse: Romans 3:23. "Oh yea! Meant to ask earlier, but you got a tattoo? Yer only sixteen, how the hell do you have a tattoo?" He asked curiously. "Haha, oh this ol' thing?" He looked down at his dove. "I got this when I was fourteen with my mom, 'cause I got straight A's that year. The law in Pennsylvania has changed since, but at the time, one could get a tattoo at fourteen, so long as a parent consents and is present. She got one at the same time on her shoulder. Hers says 2nd Corinthians 5:17.

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

May glanced at the tattoo peeking out from Stone's shirt collar before continuing her question, "Are you getting a new tattoo?" "Not me," Stone replied as gently as possible. "You are." May immediately shook her head and stepped back. "W-what? I.. I...don't want to." "I'm sorry, May, but this is non-negotiable. All my men have special tattoos on their bodies, and as my wife, you need to have one too." May's eyebrows furrowed in the middle. "What special tattoo are you talking about?" "Show her, Jake," Stone instructed Jacob.

He frowns lightly and then eyes his hip, which contains the tail of the scorpion tattoo. "And also the direction on your arm," I add, pointing there. He raises up his eyes to meet mine. The look softens as it was emotionless when he was looking at his tattoos. "The direction on my arm indicates my decisions…" he walks closer and shows me his arm. I zero in on his arm and find the aesthetic compass is showing north only. "Whatever the way I choose, in the end, I always find my direction with the help of God, and it's always right," he tells me and I look at him with astonishment in my eyes.

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

It’s pathetic, I know, but in my mind, I’ve always been his and to be with someone else just felt wrong. I run my fingers over his newest tattoo. It’s a beautiful tattoo on his forearm of a Quetzal with long vibrant tail feathers. Every trip he goes on that he really enjoys, he gets a tattoo to commemorate it. This latest one was from his trip to Costa Rica where he went bungee jumping. My favorite is the one from our trip. He took me with him to a ski lodge last year and taught me how to snowboard. There had been this beautiful barn owl that seemed to follow us around. He’d perch on the branch of a tree and watch as I mostly fell on my ass. When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo