Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

He was fucking sexy and I was lost for a minute staring at his hot body and marvellous tattoos. Tattoos of ravens. Ranging from different sizes. I pulled off his shirt and there were some drawings on his shoulder. Very small ones and they extended down to his arm slowly increasing in size. The same thing was on his other arms and then scattered in some parts of his upper chest. “Forget whatever happens tonight. And you owe me one.” I got on top of his lap in a way that I was straddling him. “I owe you nothing!” Fucker was still being sharp-tongued. I'd kill him.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

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?

Zayn got a full view of the tattoo and he was bewitched. He eyed the masterpiece as he could pick out the drawing of flowers, a wolf, a piece sign, a skull, and some other things. One other thing that caught his eyes was the dragon that ran from his shoulder and disappeared on his nape. He wasn't a fan of tattoos but he was sure he loved what he was seeing. "What took you so long?" Will asked as he pulled the towel off his head and hung it on his shoulder. His hair bounced to his face and his ran his fingers through it to get it out of sight.

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

“It’s my drawing since my adopted father took us into his home. I wasn’t good at art, but I did that every day for over a year. I keep the copy when I finally able to make it look like our old house burning.” “Your house?” I leisurely ran my fingers on his back, tracing the tattoos of flames and smoke. I couldn’t feel his muscles tensing against my fingertips anymore. “Hmm. I like the feeling of your fingers against my skin.” “Wait. Your burning house?” “Yeah. When I met Milo, I asked him to tattoo the same drawing I did years ago. My first tattoo ever. I suggested keeping it on my back. He added a few details colors and made it more realistic in 3D graphics.”

I'm good at designs and can draw cartoon characters and realistic portraits. "You think she would be interested in taking me in?" "Oh yeah," Rebel grins. "But tattoo apprentices are unpaid, so... Keep your job at The Coffee Bean..." her eyes travel to the drawings again. "But wow, you're a natural, sis. These are so good..." I blush at the compliment. "Thank you, Rebel... There are more of them inside the kitchen." "There is more?" Rebel lifts an eyebrow. "Well, go and get them! Go on! Show me, show me!"