Subtle Bi Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

Cute, almost, with her dark hair and broad smile. Bray was next. Scruffy dark hair, just like his brothers, his T-shirt stretched across toned shoulders, revealing the tattoos decorating his arms. And if you didn’t know better, another Bray followed after him. Of course, that was Titus, his twin, and even though they completely ignored the cameras, it was plain to see that they were identical. Except for the tattoos—it was the easiest way to tell them apart now. From Bray’s almost iconic stopwatch on the inside of his left bicep to the trees that crawl up Titus’s forearm from his wrist.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I looked him over with a little more interest, “Where is Sebastian’s mark?” “Vamp’s don’t leave their own marks,” Rian rolled up his sleeve and revealed a tattoo-looking mark that stretched up his arm, across his chest and onto his shoulder, “but my marking cover’s both mine and Sebastian’s body in the same way.” I gently slid my finger along one part of it. It looked like discoloured skin, reddened but crisp lines like a tattoo and smooth, unlike Onyx’s mark. When I looked behind me to Sebastian he had his sleeve rolled up as well for me to see and they were identical.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill. Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.” And Taide laughed. The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back. I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood. “Is the needle made of silver?” I asked. The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.