Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

"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

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

He smiled when he saw her. “You must be Clara,” he said, voice low and steady. “Ready for your first tattoo?” She nodded, standing up. “Yeah. I think so.” He led her to his station in the back. “First time is always a little scary. We’ll take it slow. What are we doing today?” Clara showed him the small design on her phone — a simple crescent moon with delicate stars. “I want it on my wrist. Something small but meaningful.” Ronan studied it. “I like it. It’ll look good on you.” He prepared his station and had her sit in the chair. “You can change your mind at any time. No pressure.”

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

Excellent idea, Ara. Her eyes widen. "Are you serious?" "Don't play with vampires, Arabella. We've walked this earth for far too long." "So you ARE serious?" Now I roll my eyes at her. "No. Don't get my face. That would be ridiculous." Though I have seen similar things on attendants' bodies before. "Thank you for waiting," the tattoo artist says as she walks in. "I'm Nancy, and I'll be doing the work on...Ara, is it?" She looks at a tablet in her hand. "Do you know what she's getting?"

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

He was back within five minutes and I heard the whirr of the rotary gun as the artist started working on Milo. Almost an hour later Petr was done and I looked down at the tattoo now displayed on my chest. I handed my card to Petr and stood in front of the mirror as my finger grazed over the first name. I’d be healed by the time we reached the main road. “It looks good.” I turned towards Petr as he handed the card back to me and I typed in the pin. “You do great work. Thank you.” Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on.

Apprentice. Ryder’s eyes found mine first. Dark. Hungry. “You’re early,” he said. Voice like gravel dragged over silk. I didn’t answer. Just locked the door behind me, walked to the table, and climbed on. Pushed my skirt up. Spread my legs. The tattoo—*Unleashed*—was right there, black and bold above my swollen pussy. Already glistening. Already dripping.

She was looking dangerously beautiful and Ryder couldn’t stop drooling. Whlist, Ryder is dressed in a fine Dior suit. The suit jacket was off leaving him with his sleeves the first three bottoms where undone, showing a slight tattoo on his musclin chest. It was Kayla he had her face and name tattooed allover his body. Just to prove to her that he was madly in love with her.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l