Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

I don't think too much about it as I don't want to start comparing my silly husband to my sex partner. After cleaning him up, I don't wear him his clothes. He's too heavy and I seriously can't start struggling to put his clothes on, so I just cover him with the sheets instead. And I will love to see the look on his face when he wakes up naked. When I bring the sheets up to his waist, my eyes wander on his tattoos. On his upper chest are three claw marks and ‘La bete’ is written beneath it, then on his right hand, just beneath his sleeve are two beasts dragons. They are miles apart and seem to be gunning at each other to fight. And on his upper shoulder are over four ravens. They stretch righ

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

He exhaled deeply and declared, "I need to verify the authenticity of the photo first!" "Well, this is not the only photo you need to verify. I got a whole lot of other photos..." Jessica smiled, holding her phone tight. "You have a very distinctive fetish, Mr. Morrison. You like to have your sweethearts' names tattooed on your body, but you know, there are some names you can't afford to toy with. If, by any chance, those who are not supposed to see those names see them, the consequences would... Well, I know you're well built, Neil, but you have limited pectorals and abs. How many names could you put on them? Tattooing them and effacing the tattoos repeatedly will take a heavy toll on you..

"Master, I’m just a bit tired. I want to take a break for a while." Bernard narrowed his eyes and suddenly lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a daisy tattoo on my waist. Upon closer inspection, he realized the tattoo was meant to cover a long scar that resembled a centipede. "Girl, what on earth happened to you?!"

He suddenly stopped and turned around to grab the sponge. I was stunned to see a black tattoo at his bare back. A tattooed name - Stela... What on earth is this?? When did he get such a tattoo???

“Little Bird.” Jumping, I turned to find Bane standing there in the same suit as I’d seen him in this morning, although he’d jettisoned the jacket. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing look at the tattoos that continued from his neck down onto his chest. His dark hair was fuck-me tousled, his dark eyes drinking me in. “Jesus, you scared me,” I told him. He smirked. The bastard. “Would you like a drink?”

A low cry erupted from my lungs. The ringing of my phone vibrated from somewhere close by, and I looked up, seeing the reflection of its bright screen on the nightstand beside the bed. Bettany's name lit up the screen. I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, making the nightgown shift higher this time, riding farther up my thigh. My eyes widened, and my legs went numb. A tattoo I had never seen before sat boldly on my left thigh, written like a claim: Xavier's Little Cub.

I say. He leans towards me and kisses me briefly, but he doesn't say anything. He rises from the bed, his cock still semi-hard. He turns his back to me and I sit up. His back is covered in tattoos. It's some kind of winged creature—a demon? Dragon? Grim reaper?—and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I didn't notice it earlier. He doesn't look like the kind of man to have a tattoo. Who is Damien Keller?

A typical hybrid social club. Among the occupants who were awake, a light chatter filled the place, and no one seemed bothered by the visitor who infiltrated their midst. Ben reached the bar and took a seat. He removed his hat and fixed the collar of his shirt, instantly displaying a unique tattoo of a wolf's paw on the right side of his neck. The bartender, a tall Caucasian man, with a round beer belly and dull brown hair, which resembled a toupee on his circular skull approached Ben while wiping his thick meaty hands on a dirt-drenched apron, which Ben was free to assume was once white.

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.