devotioninked.

“I mean…” Kevin was standing by Hattie’s side, staring at the door of her tattoo parlour that he had somewhat invaded over the past months just so spend some TIME with the woman. But that was something that required the two of them. What was waiting for them inside – the shop’s anniversary? It was too crowded and Kevin simply couldn’t stand how STUPID some people could be. Not to mention that he couldn’t monopolize Hattie all the damn time, which in turn meant that he would need to share her with all the other people. That he didn’t like. “I’m going because I am fully aware of how important this is for you.” Because it was HATTIE and he wouldn’t do this sort of thing for anyone else. “But if I see wandering hands – I will not hesitate to break fingers.”

Thin, inked fingers curled in between his larger ones and her attention dropped down to where their hands were joined together. Palm to palm. The tattooist gave a gentle, reassuring squeeze and a grin spread across painted lips. “That would insinuate that if anyone’s hands were wandering where they don’t belong? That you’d have any fingers left to break once I’m done with them.” Grey eyes glistened when she glanced back up and met his. The arch of a tapered brow said she meant business, too. She’s not one to tolerate any manhandling. Especially in her own shop. Unless it’s invited, of course. 

@devotioninked​ said: [ 📲 • sms ] —— just wondering … what is your sexual fantasy?

[text to: hatts 🐈 ]  …… are you drunk again, midget ?

[text to: hatts 🐈 ]  why do you wanna know ? you’re gonna indulge me, help me out with them ? 

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  /  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  .

is submissive.     is dominant.     prefers to top.     prefers to bottom.     likes to switch.     identifies as heterosexual.     identifies as homosexual.     identifies as bisexual.     identifies as pansexual.     identifies as demisexual.     identifies as asexual.     enjoys sex with men.     enjoys sex with women.     enjoys sex with multiple people at one time.     initiates.    waits for partner to initiate.     spits.     swallows.     prefers sex in the morning.     prefers sex at night.     prefers sex any time.     no sex drive.     low sex drive.     average sex drive.     high sex drive. hypersexual.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  /  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

small build.     medium build.     athletic build.     muscular build.     curvy build.     voluptuous build.     wears boxers.    wears lingerie.     goes ‘commando’.     shaves / waxes.     doesn’t shave / wax.     cup size a-c.    cup size d-f.     1-5" in length.     6-9" in length.     10" or over in length.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  .

is silent / makes little to no sounds.     is very quiet.     is very loud.     grows in volume over time.    bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves.     calls out partner’s name.     curses.     fakes / exaggerates.     prefers a quiet partner.     prefers a loud partner.     is turned on by dirty talk.     is turned off by dirty talk.

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 - 𝐎𝐍𝐒  /  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒  .

having their hands pinned.     pinning their partner’s hands.     having their hair pulled.     pulling on their partner’s hair.     being watched ( by their partner ).     being watched ( by a third party ).     watching their partner.     receiving oral.     giving oral.     calling their partner ‘ daddy ’.     being called ‘ daddy ’.     giving praise.     receiving praise.    biting/marking.     being bitten/marked.     spanking.     being spanked.     teasing.     being teased.     having toys used on them.     using toys on their partner.     giving anal.     receiving anal.     choking.     being choked.     dirty talk.     being tied up.     tying their partner up.     being worshiped.     worshiping their partner.     humiliating.     being humiliated.     degrading.     being degraded.     knife play.     blood play.     being pegged.     pegging.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒  .

in a bedroom.     in a shower / bath.     in a pool/ocean.     in a kitchen.     in a bathroom ( home ).     in a bathroom ( public ).     in a car.     in a tent.     in an alleyway.     in a field / forest.     at a school.     in an empty / abandoned building.     in a library.     on a rooftop / terrace.     in a dressing room.     in an elevator.     in a parking lot.     at a museum.     at a cemetery.     at a beach.     in a closet.     at a hospital.

DEFENSIVENESS:

arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE:

hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION:

arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION:

open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE:

hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin / /rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up // shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY:

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent // closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION:

short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth // grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up // defensive posturing // clenching of jaw // grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

Tagged by: i stole it from @wrathincrrnate​ like forever ago.

         “Aye…always long as ah’ can remember…the Ancient’s fascinate me…Anubis, is the Egyptian god of the dead an’ the underworld…” The hitman nods sheepishly with a false grin, still keeping things ever vague. Most people well read, were interested in things of the past, a time so distant from the present, also he’d found that most people who wandered consistently into tattoo parlors wanted intricate designs, that he hopes she won’t suspect anything else. He couldn’t afford any hint or exposure into what he did for a living, what it meant for him and to him, not yet anyway and regardless of the kind eyes she possessed. “Ah um…can talk aye…not very long but aye…must say ah’am much obliged tae ye grantin’ me this service…” He sighs deeply, maintaining that fraudulent smile, sliding through saloon doors and following in suit, passed the whirl of electric needles; a sound he was desperately used to. Talking to the girl, despite her kindness and her warmth, is the last thing he wants to do, but in order to uphold his image, it’s a a most obvious must. He had to pretend to be the eager patron; the happy client and abide by her invitation, or else she’d ask the wrong questions and things would come to be more problematic than they had to be. “Just water if ye hauve, hotter than it need be outside…ye been doin’ this awhile?” He asks, attempting to be as sociable as possible; a rather difficult feat. 

Hattie waited for him to follow through the small, black partition doors to the couch and coffee table inside the shop part of the store. A long, bohemian couch plopped in front of a table that appeared to be a stack of three rather large books on top of one another. Black leather spines and purple and silver foil boast the name of the shop and the founding date where there should be titles. Everything’s meticulously maintained. Even the mini fridge on top of a countertop with coffee, pastries and drinks shines in the light. It’s her shop and hers alone. Everything has such a level of pride in it that it’s maintained to a glistening degree down to the polish on the plating. A water’s offered to him before her fingers twitch towards the couch for him to get comfy. she picks up her tablet off the table before flopping down rather unceremoniously onto a large two or three person bean bag chair near his seat. Short but lean legs tuck underneath her and she pulls out the pen from the case and wriggles it in her fingers giving the drawing a look as she sets it off to the side.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] talk about mood swings. jeeeez.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] can you relax for two seconds.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] i forgot my keys, but i got ‘em.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] i’m entering your apartment building now. can you open the door?

[ text to: crikey!!! ] do you know if you quote a woman’s mood swings at her? [ text to: crikey!!! ] in america? you can be killed for that. [ text to: crikey!!! ] and i get zero jail time. [ text to: crikey!!! ] no. i can’t relax. [ text to: crikey!!! ] god damn it! finally! yes! i can come let you in. hurry hurry!! jup’s gonna do something stupid!

The door swings open in a panic. There’s a pale faced tattoo artist standing there in nothing but a pair of sleeping shorts and a half put on tank top. Hair a wild mess on top of her head and inked arm out stretched with a black matte pointed nail shoved in the direction behind her back towards the bedroom. “Come on!” Her hand snaps forward and she snags him by the arm. Gently, of couse. No painful grip. Just an urgent one.

Inked legs take off as she pulls him in the direction of the beaded curtain they have to step through to make it down the hall through the alcove in front of her bedroom and then, finally, inside. Where she points in the direction of the window but refuses to look. Jupiter sits on the sill doing that chirp on repeat. Cause he’s SUCH a predator and why??

In the corner at the top? A mother effin’ web that fills up the corner of the window and on it? A spider that can eat a kitten. Hell. Maybe even a whole full grown cat. (Okay. It’s about the size of a quarter but it’s legs are gnarly and fuck..just no.)  “That son of a bitch jumps. I’m not going over there and she won’t leave it alone. I have no idea how long it’s been there but help me or I’m moving. Into your shop. Forever.” Yep. Called here to handle a spider? You damn well bet.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] huh, i might be more convinced now.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] yeah okay, i’m coming. calm down.

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] i was already putting on my jacket. 

[text to: hatts 🐈 ] i’m out now, i’ll be with you in a few.