Couples Tattoos Birds Novels & Stories

A flicker of something, annoyance, maybe amusement, passes through his eyes. “I’ve noticed.” I hold his gaze for a second longer than I should, refusing to be the first to look away. But then my eyes betray me, drifting to his chest again, and that’s when I see it. Everything inside me goes still. There’s a tattoo over his heart. Black ink etched into his skin in exquisite detail. A bird in mid-flight with its wings spread wide and feathers so realistic I could swear they’re moving. A raven. My breath catches in my throat. My hand lifts out of the water without conscious thought. Trembling. Reaching for him like I’m drawn by invisible strings.

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

Damien’s mouth never left the ink he could reach kissing the side of Kai’s neck, licking the wing that curved toward his shoulder, biting down on the fiery feathers. Kai was lost. Pleasure built in heavy waves, the dual sensation of Damien’s cock dragging inside him and the constant worship of his tattoo pushing him higher than ever before. His cock leaked steadily onto the sheets, trapped between his stomach and the mattress. “Harder,” Kai gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Fuck me while you mark that bird. Make it yours too.”

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

The glass fogged with our breath and we smiled at each other, looking like two people who had picked something and been picked back. “Yours did it too,” I told him, turning. His collarbone wore the same braided ring, the shared leaf-and-current, but his personal story threaded different; a river line crossing an anchor, a small cluster of raspberries tangled with chocolate vine, and, subtle as a shadow, Onyx’s silhouette tucked in the negative space like a promise only we would notice. If he flexed, the shadow seemed to breathe. He swallowed. “We got tattoos.” “Not just we. Us,” I said, and in my heart I knew it to be true. It couldn’t just be Grady and I whose marks had decided to be someth

The chorus of chirping birds blended with the rhythmic tones of the neighboring temple bells, forming a symphony of waking that appeared to celebrate their togetherness. The evidence of their intense night was visible as they sat up: delicate love bites, like whispered secrets, decorated their skin, a tribute to the depth of their want and love. In spite of the scars, they exuded an indisputable brightness that went beyond their physical attractiveness and suggested a deep bond created through intense love and dedication.

Instantly, I felt sad as if I was missing someone dear to me but I didn’t know who I was missing. I glance at the tattoo on my ankle and focused back my attention back on my laptop as I typed in the words, Blue Mockingbird. As soon as I started seeing images of a bird, it didn’t really make sense at first so I tried to skim through some more but it didn’t mean a thing to me. I tried retyping it into Blue Mockingbird tattoo and again it showed a few searches which said independence and loyalty.

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

Both of us make appointments at a tattoo shop after our honeymoon and get a band tattooed around our left ring fingers. It's permanent, just like the depth of love I have for her and always will.

On Orsina’s upper arm, the image of a wolf, and on the exact same place, Zach has an image of a bear. The carving is no longer. Now, Norah and Arlo and their legacy live on in the strange, beautiful tattoos marking Orsina and Zach. Bears don’t do claiming marks as part of their mating ritual - Orsina told me that, when we were stuck in the prison trailer together talking - so this seems to be taking their place. Zach and Orsina are now sealed into their mated bond, marked with and for each other.