Levi Ackerman Tattoo Novels & Stories

He growled before he sucked hard on my neck. I'm gonna have a damn hickey. Right in plain sight too. I just know it! And still, I don't stop him. If this is what it takes for him to feel some sort of peace, I'll gladly walk around school with a bruise on display. Levi pulls away and examines his mark with a smirk. "There. Now everyone will know you're taken!" And then he leans back in and kisses the spot he'd just marked like it was a good-luck charm!

Tattoos glistened over his back, but I didn't get chance to look at the design because a second later his lips regained mine. Levi pulled back again and his hands nervously grabbed at my shirt as we continued to make out for a few more minutes. He removed it as I leaned forward, making him see my entire body. Levi didn't seem to mind that I was only wearing a sports bra because I found them to be more comfortable.

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

Like material wealth? "If it makes you feel any better," Kyle added with a sigh, lowering his voice, "I saw that the assassin had a tattoo on his forearm. And it looked like the assassin wanted to get Levi. The gun was just too long." My stomach tightened. That is not what I want to hear. "What did the tattoo look like?" I asked sharply. "A circle with a diamond inside. That's it," Kyle said, already reaching for a jewelry case. "Now I'll help you pack your collection."

Ryder's sadness must have been too obvious because the man immediately spoke. "It's not your fault, Ryder. I'm not blaming anyone. Besides, I still have this, right, brother?" The man smiled and showed his left hand where a tattoo of an open book was burned---a personal sigil. Ayden then turned to his brother. "Man, they got you really good. Behold, the great Leison Chadron wrapped up in silver linings. " Leison just scoffed and muttered something about younger brothers being insolent and inconsiderate. Ayden just laughed and turned to them.

“Sure, but I’ll do you one better.” Jericho pulled up the sleeve of his scrubs to reveal his inner wrist. A series of different length black lines snaked up his arm. He pulled out his phone and ran it over the tattoo. Through his phone played a sound clip of a fast, beating heart. Leo was in awe. “That’s fucking amazing man, pardon my language. You have to tell me who your tattoo artist is.” Amber cleared her throat as she sat up on the table, “Leo, we can discuss this later. No need to jump into anything so soon. Thank you, Jericho.”

my husband says, impressed with this unexpected development, “This will be a tremendous help to us. Andrew, please circulate this sketch to everyone in attendance, and to our authorities who are aware of the situation.” Levi and I look at the sketch, and the detail is remarkable. Both appear to be in their mid-twenties, extremely thin. One is clean shaven, the other has stubble. They both have tattoos on their wrists. I look closer at the sketch, and Levi motions for Robin to step forward again. “Robin, these are incredible,” I tell her, “ My husband and I are greatly appreciative. I was just wondering about the tattoos on these men. Do you have any idea what they mean?”

He wasn’t shirtless like the others, and Vero felt disappointed by that. “She’s buying lemonade.” Lev took off his black sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt collar. Vero was startled when she realized Lev was looking at her coldly. Did she do something wrong?

“You want to know how I know things I shouldn’t?” I slid closer, until there was no room left between me and Leon but heat. “Your uncle has a tattoo,” I announced, fingers grazing Leon’s collar. “Black flame. Mid-back. Just below the spine.” Leon inhaled sharply. Barely audible—but I caught it. “How do you know I have a tattoo?”