Simple Easy Batman Tattoo Novels & Stories

Is he always like this? You mean the feathered bowler hat, embroidered velvet vest, Byzantine cross and whale-tooth necklace and white leather wing-tipped Oxfords? Also always, my friend. Like his sister, Big Easy’s fit, good-looking and covered in tattoos, but where she prefers intricate, colorful designs, he’s limited himself to black inked tiger stripes across his chest and down his arms. And where she avoids tattoos on her face, he’s had the faintest outline of a wicked skull mask added around his eyes for the sole purpose of increasing his resemblance to a shadow man.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

’ She then checked the other guy and found a tattoo in his nape: the tattoo is a symbol that belongs to a mafia who was known for human trafficking and slave trade. ‘Goodness, they are really out here for the trophy, blood, and money.’ She thought to herself as she readied for another round of fight with a new set of opponents. With a push of the button, a stronger electrical surge enveloped the baton. And with just one hit, any enemy will fall paralyzed to the ground.

A butterfly tattoo stood out on the left side of his left wrist. " A cup of Pina colada please." his seductive voice came out a bit low, his lips were shaped into a natural smirk. "Here." The bartender seemed a bit familiar with Lucas, they acknowledged each other with a nod. Lucas took a big gulp of the drink. A drop of liquid tried to escape the corner of his lips but he used his thick veiny masculine hands to wipe it, an eye catching bold silver ring on his index finger flashed from the lights gracing the corners and top of the bar.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

he announced. I slowly left his waist and then my eyes fell on his bare waist and I was taken aback. My nails had dug so deep that it started bleeding. "I.. I'm sorry," I blurted out. He looked at his injuries and smiled. "It's nothing," he muttered. I nodded. After that, he sprayed a foam like liquid on my shoulder and wiped it off with a tissue, and post that, he made me look at my tattoo in the mirror. The moment I looked at the tattoo I went silent. It was a simple and minimalistic tattoo, but it looked beautiful in my shoulder. The tattoo had the lines of heat beating on an ecg machine and a heart shape drawn in the middle of it.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.