Romans & histoires Cobra Kai Hawk Tattoo

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

Mitch says, just over my shoulder. I raise my eyebrow at the bald headed mass of muscle in front of me. That guy, I wouldn’t really wanna fight without some back up, but I’d sure as hell never say that out loud. His tattoo tells me what pack he’s from and I have no idea what his given name is but he goes by “Hawk.” He also has massive intricate wings tattooed all over his back. That had to hurt. I wait impatiently as the Hawk and his buddy give each other a quick glance.

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.

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

"Don't act like it's not hot. And I've always been possessive. You used to love it." Quill tipped his head. "It was hot. In fact, you used to think my tattooing was hot. Now it's a problem?" Hawk didn't answer. He stepped in again. Pressed his chest flush to Quill's. "I don't want to be weird about it." Quill snorted. "Too late." Hawk let his hands rest on Quill's waist. "I just... Fuck. I can't even think about you touching someone else without this surge. It's intense. It's not even about sex. I just want to get it in you. In some way. In every way."

A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day. Over my heart, an illuminated wolf paw flashed, with the initials HHC.T on the metacarpal. It will continue to blink in this manner until Heron completes the mating process, much like an ornament on a Christmas tree. After that, the imprint's emblem becomes a tattoo. It stood for Heron Hudson Carter.Tyr. His wolf branded me like a cow on a cattle farm.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

There were two people in thick hoods standing inches apart and engaging in a quieted conversation, they were speaking in whispers like they didn't want anyone to guess that there were any signs of life in the tunnel. On the back of the hoods was a symbol of a wolf with bleeding eyes and a mouth shaped to show that the wolf was howling while crying blood. That symbol was worn by members of an ancient cult that had aided the witches that cursed Kai, and I happened to know exactly who the person on the left was. In a million years, I’d know that stance and physique even if I’d been struck by blindness.