Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

I’ve got to admit, it’s really nice. The place had good lightning and air conditioners. I caught a glimpse of Rex. He was seated on a blue leather sofa, shirtless. What the—? Oh! I almost drooled on that part. He leant his back against the sofa, with his gaze on his phone. He had his earpords on. His upper body gleamed to the lightning as his hair dripped; sweat slowly running down his chin. The tattoo on his breast was visible. It was a heart engulfed in flames, all in black ink. I also noticed the crown on his left wrist. Was it too late to call off this marriage? Stay focus, Jackie. Don’t let his physique fool you.

I spoke up. "Hmm!" She nodded. She then got up and walked just to have a look at my back. And she was quiet for a moment. "It's... It's beautiful!" She gasped. I smiled at her words, and then, the tattoo artists helped me see the tattoo with the help of huge mirrors, and the tattoo was indeed glorious. "I want one more tattoo," I announced. She looked at me, surprised. "I want my wife's name, on my collarbone. I want it dark and deep, completely embedded in my skin," I announced, without even moving ny eyes away from him.

Bane saw her look and smirked at her. “Anything you like?” he asked. Emma hummed and walked up to him. She let her fingers trace his tattoos. Among the roses and wines, there was an E surrounded by wings over his heart. It was a perfect match to the E on her collar. “I really like everything I’m seeing,” she told him and let her hand glide over his chest and stomach.

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

The fabric gave way slowly, peeling back to reveal the man underneath. His chest was all hard muscle and scattered across his skin were tattoos. Black ink stretched over his collarbone, something in Latin etched just above his heart, faded slightly, like it had been there since the beginning of whatever turned him into this man. Another ran along his side, snaking down under his arm. Then a symbol. A smatter of dark hair dusted his chest, thinning as it trailed down toward the waistband of his pants, and God, my hands wanted to follow it.

She just felt a little tingling on her collarbone, and she wanted to touch it. The doctor immediately stopped her and said, “Don’t touch it with your hand, and don’t get it wet, or it will ruin the tattoo’s beauty.” Adina immediately lowered her head, but she could not see her collarbone. Meanwhile, the tingling was getting more and more intense. “Mr. Winters, can you get me a mirror?” Duke’s expression darkened to the maximum. He took a mirror from not far away and handed it to Adina. Her collarbone was beautiful, but an alphabet had been tattooed on the left side of her collarbone. [N]

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?

A permanent one. She looked down at the collar and noticed how beautifully crafted it was; it was a dainty collar of rose gold leather and had a small lock on the back. There was a pendant with a small letter ‘K’ affixed to the front, and inside was a branded inscription: ‘I Would Bleed For You, As You Have For Me.’

It’s not even the full moon until tomorrow, and all I wanted for a few hazy seconds was to open my legs wider on the ledge. Seeing his bare, mountainous chest and shoulders really didn't help. Especially as he's covered in eye-grabbing tattoos. Each scene is darker, more miserable than the last. Chains, bars, prison walls. Skulls and bones over his pecs, but they’re damaged, chunks missing. He is carpeted in despair. Pure curiosity sees my eyes drawn to his collarbones. He has the tell-tale scar that suggests a matebond. Maybe that's the part I'm meant to start hating him at.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.