Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

It took over a month for Kady to introduce her to Taylor. “Figured you guys would appreciate snacks.” The second voice was too much. It wasn’t as deep but it had a rasp to it. Zira twisted in her seat to see two identical twins standing directly behind her. Her eyes trailed up their long muscular legs to the fitted t-shirts that were hugging their bodies. It accentuated the muscles peeking out beneath it. Her eyes continued traveling up until they reached the twin’s amber eyes.

He hummed his surprise, discovering her clit piercing, and explored it with his tongue, causing her to sob and pant, her fingers tangling in his hair. Who-ever the tattoo artist was, he had exquisite taste - in women, but also in body modifications, Talen thought, intrigue taking the edge off his anger. There was a significance to the markings on her body, to the piercings, that told a story that he didn’t quite understand.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

Hooking his fingers in the tie, he loosened it before taking it off, followed by his coat, and he undid the first three buttons of his shirt. "Can you hold this for me?" "Oh, sure," She took the coat and tie from him as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his veiny arms and the snake tattoo that was looped around his arm in a perfectly dangerous way. "Thanks," he said, taking his things back, and she blinked up at him. Her eyes faintly noticed ink on the right side of his chest, which was slightly visible, and she quickly averted her gaze. Innessa noticed how everyone was practically gaping at her like she was an alien. Their gazes made her self-conscious all of a sudden.

It looked like a dark brown tattoo in the shape of a wolf's paw that extended into a crescent moon. "Once his mark is on you, it's like confirmation that you belong to him. Many guys won't hit on you once they see you are taken, and also, no one wants to provoke an Alpha.", Kalina explained and lowered her voice as she continued, "I assume you have your reason for not announcing it. Are you planning a big surprise party?" Oh, boy. Somehow, Talia knew that she will need to explain this. Again. "It's nothing like that. Drake needs to deal with some things first."

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."