Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Alright, I… whatever I need to say. I agree. I consent. I accept…” “Oh god,” Rhett’s voice was raw, and he fumbled the tattoo gun before setting it down onto the tray. He looked away and swallowed heavily before looking back at her. “Aislen. Please mean that. We need you to mean that. I… We…” His face contorted into a grimace of pained emotion. “Please mean that.”

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Call me if you want coffee or something," the girl said to us, before turning to the tattoo artist and leaving a small kiss on his chin. She then whispers something to the boy that I can't hear, before walking out the door. The boy has a hint of a smile as he watches the girl disappear through the door until he turns his attention to us. "Do you have an idea of what you want?" he asks. Oscar explains to him what he wants: to touch up the colors of the Ace of Spades tattoo on his arm, which is the only one they have in color - the others they have are in black and gray. Then, Raymond says he needs to touch up his tattoo, too and also wants to recreate the wolf tattoo he has on his neck.

"In a very you way. Hidden, controlled, only visible if you choose to show someone. That's basically your whole personality as a tattoo placement." "Are you narrating this." "Someone should." The artist sketched the letters small and clean, held the stencil up against his skin, and Zachary looked at it for a long moment before nodding once. "That's it." "You're very calm for someone about to get stabbed repeatedly with a needle," she said. "I've had worse weeks." "Fair." Reid, from the wall, said, "He's not wrong." The machine started. Zachary didn't flinch, didn't look away, just watched his own wrist with the same expression he wore reading quarterly earnings, which made Caden laugh so har

“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