Bucky Barnes Tattoo Novels & Stories

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

Dean barks. “Free tattoos, man! One hundred dollars for me,” Kyland tells Bash, waggling his brows. “But I have to bet my one hundred dollars?” Bash asks, laughing. “C’mon, Bash,” Sean encourages him to throw his money. “Tattoos.” Kyland sings. “I’m not getting another tattoo,” Bash says. “You’ve got a tattoo?” Sean asks him, seemingly surprised. “Yep.” He smirks. “I did that,” Kyland says proudly, raising his hand.

“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?”

When we pulled up, He looked at me and raised his brow, and said, "Crystal, why are we at a tattoo shop?" I smiled and said because you and I have an appointment to get tattoos. Now get your ass out of the car and let's go. We went inside and signed in. When the artist who was doing my tattoo called me back, Brooks walked back with me and asked if I was sure about this. I said I am sure. I have thought about it since last night and I want to do it. He said ok and the artist asked what I was getting. I smiled and said I want the word cutie right under my collarbone. I looked at Brooks and he was smiling. I said what? I wanted my first tattoo to be something that meant a lot to me and I know I

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

AVA The smoking nail. It was the trademark logo of the shadow assassins. At the moment, it was tattooed against Venom's skin, the dark ink standing out against his pale skin. "Cool tattoo you have there" I commented. He turned to look at me, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I got it. You like tattoos?" "Yeah. I've never had a chance to get one."

Gawd, I missed him. I inhale deeply and I realize, I haven’t actually seen his chest before. He’s always had a shirt on. His tanned skin is ripped with toned and tight muscles at his pecs and abs. He has a tattoo on his chest that spans across both sides, up over his bulky shoulders and down onto his biceps. They look like thorny vines with roses, but in the dark of my room and under the covers, I can’t be sure. Whatever it is of, its sexy! Sinfully sexy!! I lean forward just a bit; wanting to get a taste of that skin when my nipples rub against him, and I gasp a bit. I look down at myself and I remember I am naked. I never got dressed after my bath.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

His six packs and muscular arms were perfect for his torso. The tattoos were splattered on his chest, the one that has the M symbol with a crown on it, has some words written on it. He turned around to drop the bottle, and that made me see the tattoo on his back. It was a tattoo of a large bird flying away from an arrow directed to it. He turned to face me back as he leaned back on the fridge, then I looked up to his face. I looked away but something caught my eyes. I saw those words clearly. Broken. I have a feeling every words and shapes that was tattooed on his skin has a deeper meaning attached to it. But two of those tattoos got me thinking. The M symbol with the crown on it and the wo