Inside Bicep Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep. My favorite tattoo is the little skull on his chest, a serpent appears to be inside it, the detail is impeccable. The manner in which his chest lift's and falls controllably is fascinating, almost as much as how his chest glistens I want to trail my- “Where did you go?” He demands.

He's not too bulky, nor too lean but he has a perfect eight pack and wife shoulders that fit his height. Various tattoos swirl around his biceps and sides giving him a dark edge. They are different in shapes and form, ranging from a skull to a gun, a knife, birds and snakes. It's like his body is a map for these haunting images. He places both hands on the bed and leans against them. “Are you going to stand there all day?” I blink twice, then jog forward, nearly spilling the water. Through it all, he watches me with no change in expression whatsoever, like a damn robot.

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

I smiled again when I stared at his tattoo and finally understood the word written, but still on the inside of his arm and around the word laid different patterns, intertwined together and covering the real skin underneath. I let my finger wander, curiously tracing the unknown complicated patterns. I started from the inside of his arm, where his elbow is and then I went down, midway through my little discovery, and I paused my finger's movement when I felt a small bump under my fingertips. It was barely noticeable and confusingly, I let my finger go back, running over it again, and trying to understand what it is.

The only source of light present in the room was the side lamp that ignited their faces with its gloriously aesthetic fire hued light. Her body trembled a bit when he walked in wearing his usual tee-shirt which reached his neck hiding his flesh yet the muscles popping out didn't care to push in the shirt. Only his arms were on display which had dark tattoes guiding them. His left arm was completely covered with a dark scary scorpion tattoo while the other was only inked around his bicep.

I also had a few buttons undone on my bottom shirt to show off some of my tattoos and my sculpted muscles. I have a lot of tattoos on my body they each mean something. The one on my bicep is in Latin 'Obsidian est vita mea' which means My life is obsidian. On my back, chest, and stomach I have some tattoos related to my family, my inner gang, and to my gang. I have some on my hands but they represent me and some of the ones on my arm. I leave my room to find my inner gang. I find all of them in the living room drinking some of my very expansive bourbon.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

No need for a story tonight; they fell straight to sleep. Walking down, Beatrice was still there. "Well, let me see then." I began walking towards her, my hand slowly removing the bandage that was covering the tattoo. When it was fully removed, she gasped. "Wow, not what I was expecting." "It is a nice tattoo, I think," Sean's voice came from the kitchen. Looking down, it did look amazing: a whip wrapped around a woman's leg, in black and white. "Let me see then." Steve walked over, looking at the tattoo.

We are now out walking toward the tattoo parlour we already know exactly what we are getting. Sutton and I are first since the other two wanted a few more minutes to collect themselves before they get their tattoos done. For the past year the girls and I have wanted the same tattoo in the same spot except one of us always chickened out and since we wanted all 4 of us to get it at the same time we never got it. But today will be the day. It’s a simple design really. Our symbols with our initial somewhere in the design. A small design on the inside of our wrist on our pinky side.

Belenus grabs my hand pulling me past him, he lets some of his royal aura trickle out. “Fuck off, Travis!” he says to the guy who looks ready to attack my cousin. He doesn't let go of my wrist until we are in his locker room. “Stay away from the fighters, stay beside me until the others arrive” he says in a low voice, I just nod. The scent has gone when we leave the other room, or maybe I have just imagined it. Belenus pulls his shirt over his head, the minute he turns I notice the new tattoos on his back I am about to turn away when I realise they aren’t normal tattoos, they are runes tattooed into the design. He turns back, and frowns at me.