Bucky Barnes Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

A typical hybrid social club. Among the occupants who were awake, a light chatter filled the place, and no one seemed bothered by the visitor who infiltrated their midst. Ben reached the bar and took a seat. He removed his hat and fixed the collar of his shirt, instantly displaying a unique tattoo of a wolf's paw on the right side of his neck. The bartender, a tall Caucasian man, with a round beer belly and dull brown hair, which resembled a toupee on his circular skull approached Ben while wiping his thick meaty hands on a dirt-drenched apron, which Ben was free to assume was once white.

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

"One moment, you hate my guts and you can't stand to be next to me. The next, you want me." "I most certainly do not want you, Scott Sanders." "Then, why did you text me?" He asked as he settled into a tattoo chair and looked at the artist. "Butch, I want my tattoo on the top of my shoulder and around six inches big." He took off his t-shirt in one swift motion. I must admit, I was not mentally prepared for the view that was before me. My eyes widened against my will. His toned muscles glistened under the studio's dim lights, accentuated by the mysterious tattoos on his skin. His chest was defined and his abs were so chiseled. His tattoos seemed to come alive as he moved. It was a sight that

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

Liliana compliments, standing beside me with Anarchy in her arms. “Thank you, I’m excited to teach Raven. I’ve been tattooing our kind for about a century now, practice makes perfect,” Ares admits while reaching out tracing part of Benjamins tattoo, making him flinch not expecting the touch. “What’s wrong little man?” Embry questions making me look over at to see Gunnar in his arms, squirming out of his blanket as he whimpers. “What is it, Bubba?” I question while brushing my fingers across Gunnar’s hot cheek, making me smile seeing his blue eyes glow.

What do you think? — That's perfect for me! — I answer and caress his face. [...] — Ouch, that hurts, Bunny! - he complains as I quickly rub his back. — Sorry Pussycat! — I say and run my hands lightly along his back. I notice his tattoo, a well-drawn font with the words "Always Come Back". — Tell me something... What is the meaning of this tattoo? — I made it to remind me of who I really am, and not to forget my origins, and that I will always have somewhere to go back to. After I made it, my life took a different course...