Half Sleeve Tattoos Men Novels & Stories

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Oh lord, what a delicious sight. Woah Woah, bulky masculine body yet a slim waist and a well-formed V below his abs, I could see the outline of his abs clearly through his white shirt. A few top buttons unbuttoned with a pair of jeans and sneakers. The shirt fitted his body so well that it felt like the buttons were holding onto their dear life trying not to break apart from the smooth fabric of the shirt. Well-built thick thigh, sleeves folded up until his ankles, a slightly visible butterfly tattoo? OMG, I have seen a wolf with a tattoo before, and I admit it's super sexy to encounter one now.

And his tattoos made him hotter. He had a tribal tattoo sleeve on his left arm that extended to his shoulders and the left side of his chest. He had a skeleton tattoo on the side of his neck that had a snake inside that extended to his back, seemingly coiling back to the right side of his chest. He. Was. Hot. I knew he was hot before, but the tattoos made me ogle him. It was such a beautiful work of art. “Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to take off my clothes?”

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

This was the manager, and his presence made everyone feel nervous. The room fell silent as the man fully stepped inside, his presence commanding attention. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and a neatly trimmed beard. His white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, showing off intricate tattoos on his forearms. One of the tattoos that was very noticeable to everyone, was a thorned black rose wrapped around a silver dagger.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

“Listen Cheers, you let me inside you. You really going to flinch when I want to look at the goods.” He did make my attempts at modesty seem ridiculous. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Lowering the sheet so he could see. He fisted it lower down and ripped it off. “Dick.” I objected. He chuckled. “Not yet. But it’s on the way.” “Ha ha.” But in the light I noticed he had a masculine tribal tattoo wrapping a lean bicep. It had interlocking edges making it seem almost more like a celtic knot then a tribal.

He was shirtless. The silver moonlight bathed his skin in a soft glow, highlighting not just his sculpted muscles but also the intricate tattoos that danced across his chest and arms—each inked detail told a story, dark and alluring. His dark slacks hung low on his hips, accentuating the powerful lines of his physique, while his signature jacket and polo were discarded somewhere unseen, forgotten in the warmth of the night. Yet, it wasn’t his chiseled body that held my gaze; it was the angry wound on his side—still raw and red, the skin slightly swollen and conspicuously unbandaged.

Sameul hesitated for a second before he finally gave up knowingly very well that if his boss said he will come himself, then he will. After Ace was left alone in the room, he removed his current sweater letting his scars on display, his left arm covered with tattoes was the only spared part of his body which wasn't covered with scars. His back, chest, stomach and even the neck was covered with the nasty scars granted to him in the past by the people he once trusted.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.