Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

She had to use all her willpower not to let the sip of chocolate drip out of her mouth as she looked at Bane. He had taken a shower and was dressed in dark blue sleep pants in some silky material that hung low on his hips, showing off his toned upper-body. It was the first time Emma had seen him shirtless and, even though she knew he was muscular, nothing had prepared her for the black tattoos that covered his torso and arms to below his elbows. She had never understood the fascination with tattoos until that moment. She had an urge to run her fingers along them.

How dare he? The third post was a collage from Valentine's Day—a snapshot of a four-digit bank transfer, a Cartier bracelet, a private hot spring sprinkled with rose petals, a glass of red wine with lipstick marks on the rim, a bikini that had been torn to shreds, an outstanding view of a fireworks show from a floor-to-ceiling window, and last but not least, the bare back of a man smoking a cigarette. There, tattooed across the man's waist, were the initials "JL".

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

Jake replied causing the sweet smile on my lips to widen even more. "Good, why don't we start the game by taking off your bathrobe?" I said to Jake and he smirks at me and then takes off the bathrobe he's wearing right now. I could not help but swallow my saliva as he took off his bathrobe give me more access to his body that was full of tattoos. Jakipz is so fucking hot, he's like a descendant of some greek gods, I would do everything just to have him tonight. "Now tell me why I get this tattoo here," Jake said and pointed to his tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo was an old man with a long mustache. A smirk flashed across Jake's lips as if he is certain that whatever I have in mind is no

At the booth where the fight was taking place, two beautiful women were surrounded by four or five heavily tattooed, muscular men. Judging by the commotion, it seemed like the men were harassing the women. "Whitney?" Sebastian muttered with a frown. Then, the woman seated next to her must be her best friend, Theresa. What were they doing here? "You bitch! So you want to do this the hard way, don't you? All I wanted was for you two to have a few drinks with me. Is that too much to ask for? "Don't you know who I am? I'm Benjamin Lautner! Why don't you ask the people around you just how well-known I am?" the man, who seemed like the leader and had a bear head tattoo on his neck, yelled.

She said before storming out once again. Jason shook his head and sat back down. Aaron gave me a look, and we snuck off to the backyard. We were there silent for a while before Aaron got up and took off his shirt. I bit my lip as I stared at his psychic. He had well tones abs and strong muscular arms. And as if he couldn’tbe anymore sexier, he had a tattoo on his side. It said rebel. "Care to join?" He asked. I glanced over my shoulder at the backdoor before stripping down to just my underwear.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive