Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.

“They can affect the skin. I need pure, clean assistants. I must check if that’s really a mole or a small tattoo.” Lila’s voice rose. “I promise I’ve never had a tattoo! Please, sir.” “I believe you,” I said gently, “but rules are rules. Mind if I check it with my hand? Just to feel the texture. Tattoos feel different.” She breathed faster, her chest rising and falling. “O-okay, sir. If you have to.” I stepped right up to her. Yes. She said yes. “I need your permission first. Can I place my hand down there?”

I stare despite myself. They are beautiful. An intricate network of runes and tribal symbols twines over her skin, layered and seamless. Her right hand is so detailed it almost looks like a black lace glove. I wonder how long it took to get it done. “Private Larkin, this is Sage, our tattoo artist.” “Hi,” I say, giving her a small nod. “Sage, Private Larkin is our newest recruit. Her tattoo needs to be discreet, please, but otherwise proceed as usual.” Edwardo gives me a brief nod, Sage a small smile, and then he steps back out of the door, leaving me standing there really fucking confused.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

"Do it." Nobody spoke. Gunner slowly walked out of the room and returned three minutes later with the heavy black case that held the club's tattoo equipment. He set it on the table without looking me in the eye. I sat in the wooden chair. Justin plugged the machine in. The sharp buzz filled the silent room. Justin stood in front of me, his hands shaking slightly as he held the gun, the needle dripping with the permanent black ink. He looked at my chest, at the Reaper crest I had worn with pride since I was twenty years old.

I'm actually nervous but Landon looked calm. My tattoo artist stands before me as I watch him get his needle ready and the sound even makes me feel like I want to piss. "Where do you wanna have it love?" Landon asks. "Maybe... Here?" My intonation raised as I point out to the space below my thumb and forefinger while Landon looks at me. "Cool. Let's have it here together." I hear Landon.

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

I know I’m not alone in this feeling. Tanks Tattoo Shop Reckless Ink When we get to the tattoo shop Tank is ready for us. He had his tattoo gun in a stand on his work station. Next to it were three pieces of paper turned down so we couldn’t see. There was an array of bottles in different colors. I’m assuming it is the ink he uses. Tank ro hugs Brick and pats him on the back before turning to Speed and me. He does an exaggerated bow that makes me laugh. You can see Lilly has rubbed off on him a bit. “ Ladies it is an honor to personally add you to the family.” Tank says. “ Oh, no. That honor went to Brick last night. He got very personal.” Speed smirks. Tank laughs and shakes his head at her

He has proven himself both loyal and deadly. This is less of a trial and more of a celebration. the tattooist with tousled brown hair and a serious expression, sets his leather bundle, adorned with intricate designs and symbols, on the table beside Atkins . He pulls the thin leather string and rolls it out flat, laying out his tools. His eyes focus on the sterile needles in paper before looking at, clearly proud of his possessions. We watch solemnly as Other’s recites the ceremony. At the first few pricks,Atkins doesn’t flinch.

,Raze said. “Everytime,a Silvenia was born,they put the tattoo.I have mines on my neck,Rex on the back of his left hand”,Rouge said and Rex shows his left hand to me “Russel on his wrist on the right hand”,Rouge continue and Russel shows me his right wrist “And Raze on his collarbone”Rouge ended. Ace cleared his throat and aked, “Doesn’t it hurt for babies to get a tattoo?”I just nodded that means I agree to what he just said.