no one does it better.

“i fucking love doing huge backpieces, putting hours and hours of fucking work into it and making an insane masterpiece. it really is like a work of art.”

“impact play, rope bondage, masochism.”

“my specialty is in blackwork; i lean more toward illustrative gothic designs, but i’m happy with anything in that specific style.”

“probably having a wank.”

“... seriously?! right, well i feel bad for sayin’ i’d kill jeremy when he said he’d marry me, so guess i’m gonna marry him this time around. then i’d fuck isla and let’s do a kiss for kimberly.” @jrmyphil @kimberlyjaneroberts @islaxsantiago

“what the fuck? this is literally so fucking hard, i thought you’d give me an easy one! i’d marry isla because then i could fuck her whenever i wanted as well, yeah? plus, i already said i’d put a ring on it. then i’d fuck paola ‘cause she’s gorgeous but i dunno, i don’t wanna kill jeremy. can we all just fuck each other?” @islaxsantiago @jrmyphil @hernandez-paola

“i’m certainly hoping so,” she replied, tongue between her teeth. god why couldn’t all conversations with people be this easy? it was effortless with jack and they hadn’t even known each other an hour yet. the fact alone made her entertain the idea that maybe something like fate or a higher power was at work, who knew right? she chuckled as she nodded. “yeah 7th floor, keeps any creeps away. they don’t want to put in the effort.” hazel eyes widened as jack started up the stairs. “alright hercules, i see you.” she joked, honestly impressed at how he carried her up the stairs with ease. and literally being on his back meant she could tell he hadn’t even broken a sweat. “well of course, i told ya i would and if nothing else i’m a woman of my word. hey now hot stuff, i certainly wouldn’t stop you from doing that.” isla teased. “anytime, i have to stay on the right track to your heart remember?” she grinned easily. the brunette nodded as she looked for her keys. “10 out of 5 stars,” she placed a chaste kiss to his cheek as she winked at him. “best piggyback ride ever,” unlocking the door she nudged it open with her hip and walked in, motioning for jack to follow. “anything in particular you like to eat, hercules?” isla smirked.

“i swear, any creep tries it from now on then you know i’m just around the corner so i got your back,” he said, and he meant it too. as much as jack was a bit of a player (perhaps an understatement) he knew boundaries and the thought of someone breaking those for their own selfish gain just didn’t sit right with him. “you know, the way my luck is going today i feel like i should do the lottery or something,” jack teased, but how could he not feel like everything was on his side. and he was going to get food out of it too. “ten?!” jack placed a hand on his heart, “i am truly touched.” he smiled warmly at the kiss to his cheek before following her inside of her apartment, slipping off his shoes at the entrance because he was a gentleman after all. at her question, jack had to refrain from saying ‘you’ in response despite how much the teenage boy side of his brain wanted him to. but instead he just gave her a wink and said, “surprise me. this will be the true test of fate.”

“now why do i find that extremely hard to believe jack?” she replied with a hum. “you seem the type to be more than just a pretty face.” and she meant that, as someone who more often than not was put in that same stereotype. sure she made money off her looks, but she always appreciated when someone also wanted to get to know her. isla chuckled softly. “i’m certainly starting to consider the possibility of it existing,” she returned. “7th floor, unit 6.” she gasped playfully, before grinning. “well aren’t you a catch. now darling in order for me to make you lunch you kind of have to come to my front door…” she leaned next to his ear again. “and come inside,” she teased. but she meant it, she’d promised him food and the least she could do was deliver. plus, it gave them more time to get to know one another.

“i mean, i guess you’re just gonna have to find out for yourself.” he replied with a small smirk on his lips. and he hoped he was about to do the same with her; he liked how effortlessly they’d managed to slip into conversation, how it didn’t feel like they’d just met and were practically strangers. “seventh floor?!” he then had to laugh, shaking his head, “now, am i gonna show off and carry you up all them stairs? you bet.” jack laughed, heading toward the stairwell. he carefully let go of one of her legs to push open the door before securing her once more as he started to climb them with ease. “so, you really are gonna make me food? damn, might have to just go and put a ring on it already.” the man joked, “but i’m very grateful to accept the invitation.” soon enough the pair arrived outside of isla’s front door, jack carefully lowering her to the floor. “so, do i get that fiv star rating?”

she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this fun of a run in, meeting a random and handsome stranger that easily offered to help her home? isla could safely say that this definitely wasn’t a typical experience for her, but she wasn’t even entertaining the idea of complaining. she was thoroughly enjoying this interaction. “honoured? well aren’t you sweet, i’m looking forward to it, handsome.” she smiled, actually excited to get his number. his company was one she didn’t want to just be a one time thing, which for isla tended to be a rare feeling. half the people she met she knew she’d only see once, maybe twice, but already she wanted to make it a regular thing with jack. he was fun, and frankly she liked how they seemed to click. “you keep up this sweet talking and i can’t tell ya what might happen,” she teased, before her smile softened. “but if its any consolation i’d like to find out more about you too.” she returned softly. at the question and confession she grinned. “wait really? yeah this is my building…believe it or not i’ve actually been considering getting a tattoo. seems like meeting you just keeps getting better.” she grinned, biting down on her lower lip. “well i certainly hope so, you just keep getting more intriguing, darlin’.”

“there ain’t really all that much to learn about me,” jack said, “i’m actually pretty borin’ so it’s a good thing my face makes up for it.” he teased, only partially joking. he really didn’t think he was all too interesting but he didn’t give himself nearly enough credit; he was a businessman, built himself up from nothing and the life of a tattooist was always fun. “it just keeps gettin’ more and more coincidental, don’t it? you believe in fate, isla?” the man laughed softly as they entered into the building, “which one are you? i’ll even take you straight to your front door -- such a gentleman.” and, maybe he was hoping that perhaps he would be invited in.

“something we have in common,” she returned with a playful tone. a soft squeal escaped her at the slight drop, a laugh soon following as she poked him gently in the shoulder. “tease. but i did have a feeling that was the case.” the compliment had her smiling softly. “thanks, my parents didn’t do me dirty too badly.” she joked, also noticing the looks they got from people…but she just grinned at them, maybe even flashing a wink their way. she was enjoying this a lot more than she thought she would. “mm yeah? well just give me your number and i’ll be happy to do so, jack.” isla replied, grinning and giggling at his joke. honestly it was clever, cute even. she nodded at his question, only remembering he couldn’t see her reaction. “yep, thankfully today is one of my lighter days. honestly it’s why i like morning classes, i get the rest of the day free for the most part. why?” she moved her head so it was closer to his ear. “don’t want to leave me just yet?” she teased, bringing her head back up. “hey it’s true, guess my luck isn’t as bad as i thought it was.” isla chuckled. “seems so, great turn of events i’d say. it’s not every day i get to have this close of an encounter with an attractive stranger.” she hummed with a smirk.

even the way that she said his name like that had jack swooning just a little. it seemed far too good for this all to be true and he had to chuckle at how ridiculous it all was but he certainly was not complaining about this surprise outcome. “alright, it’s 07-” he joked, “nah, once i get you back safe and sound then i would be honoured to give it to you.” he smirked. as isla leant forward and whispered in his ear, a shiver tingled down jack’s spine and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so captivated by someone before. it was a good thing he had a good hold of her because it was enough to make his legs go weak at the knees. “maybe i don’t, maybe i wanna find out a little more about this beautiful stranger.” he murmured back. spying the apartment building coming up ahead. it wasn’t actually too far from where his shop was -- even more convenient. “wait, you actually live here? i’m like, just around the corner. i live above black honey tattoos.” jack said, “maybe you’ll be seeing more of me soon.”

“you’d be so lucky to even get this.” he said and pointed at himself.  but jeremy wasn’t even thinking about that with jack, they’d been pretty good friends for years it seemed, whilst it started out as a client and tattooist at first, the two of them were seeing a lot more of each other even outside of the shop. after all, it didn’t hurt anyone to have friends did it? jeremy laughed as jack repeated what he said and how he got these damn stockings in the first place. “i mean, it’s kind of interesting. i mean, you got this person calling you all this degrading shit and it just amps you up and puts a fire under your ass to show you aren’t. but i can at least say it ain’t rubbin’ my feet together in fuckin’ socks.” he threw in for a tease, because god, he couldn’t even fucking imagine getting paid just to rub your feet together and wearing frilly socks. “if you call me a sissy you better follow up with a killer blow job or a right shag, otherwise i’ll be provoked to just clock you in the mouth.” he added and shrugged a shoulder with a grin on his face nonetheless. “how do you expect me to put on these stockings when you’re literally putting ink in my thigh right now? i gotta keep it covered and protected, i can’t be fuckin’ with this masterpiece before the ink even settles.” 

“i dunno if i could deal with that y’know,” jack mused, “like, i thnk i’d rather be the one doing the degrading but that could be because underneath all this, i’m a big sensitive baby and you could really hurt my feelings.” he teased, though it wasn’t too far from the truth. despite being somewhat of a narcissist with his appearance, it came from a place of insecurity and that desire to be deemed as attractive. “yeah, you say that but i’m getting fifty quid just for showing someone my feet in socks. i mean, that’s easy and i don’t have to shag an old bird either.” he tilted his head back with a laugh before sighing, a smirk plastered on his face, “might have to put that one to the test and see what happens then, hm?” jack wouldn’t dare now, however, but it was definitely going to be something he remembered for later on. “nah, i mean like just pull ‘em up far enough over your knees so i get the gist,” jack chuckled, “we’re almost there now anyway. got few more bits to shade and you’re done for another few weeks.” the man then said, dipping into the ink for one last time of the session, carefully shading in what was needed before sitting back and wiping down the masterpiece. “man, it looks fucking sick. let me grab some photos.” jack drew out his phone to take some good, angled photos before reaching for the vaseline to lightly rub over the tattoo prior to the clingfilm wrap to keep the ink protected. “right, as much as i’ve loved sitting here with you in your underwear, you can put your sweats back on.”

“I mean…. who’s to say what drunk really is?” and there she was about to go, starting her entire speech on how life is a simulation and if drunk was truly even a thing. “Like.. how do you know when someone is drunk? Can a drunk person do this?” she then went to do a cart wheel in her five-inch heels and as imagine, it didn’t go so smoothly and she landed flat on her ass. “You see how talented I am?”

“i think anybody here could say drunk is definitely you right now,” jack laughed, placing a hand on his hip as he watched in amusement at the little performance in front of him which was rather endearing after all. the man let out a little ‘ooft’, nose wrinkled and head shaking as she hit the deck. “you are very talented, you really are. but i think you’re also one trick away from snapping something.” he chuckled, holding out a hand, “c’mon, up you get.”

“mm, maybe if you’re lucky.” she teased, isla easily flirting back. really it wasn’t that hard with this attractive guy as the person she was doing it with. it seemed if nothing else her luck had taken an interesting turn, that an incredibly hot man would be there to come to her aid when she needed it. frankly she was loving it. “if you don’t drop me you can count on one, if ya do drop me though…might have to knock it down to a 2 at best.” isla returned playfully, fingers locking around her wrist to make sure she didn’t lose her grip. “with me all you need to do is ask…and it’s isla.” she replied with a smirk, looking around as they went. “may i know the name of the handsome hero who’s come to my aid?” his next question had her chuckling, the woman shrugging slightly. “early morning classes actually, the last lecture ran long so i didn’t get out until about 10 minutes ago.” his compliment caused her to smile. “well if we’re being honest i didn’t expect such a hot guy to offer to give me a piggyback ride, clearly you’re a different breed.” one that she’d like to get to know.

“i’m always feeling lucky,” jack grinned. as the pair of them set off, he chuckled, pausing for a brief moment as he pretended to let her drop, only to catch her moments after. “i wouldn’t dare do such a thing; you’re in safe hands, darling.” the man assured. “isla? that’s a pretty name,” he then said, chuckling some at the stares the pair of them were receiving from passersby -- it was as if they’d never seen a grown adult be given a piggyback in the daytime before. “name’s jack, but you can call me anytime.” he just couldn’t resist, always one to make a joke of everything and the fact he chuckled at his own terrible line really said a lot about his goofy personality. “you finished for the day?” jack asked, hoping that the answer could be yes because he was interested in sticking around a little longer. “you are very kind,” he grinned, “looks like we both got pleasantly surprised by this, hm?”

She was tiny, but she had the personality of a 6-foot-something man that played basketball for the Lakers or something. Her hands came to pull her long, blonde hair up into a ponytail, poking her lips out at him in thought for a moment. “Okay sexy boy–” she started with a light chuckle as she reached up to place her hand on his shoulder, tilting her head to the right slightly. “If you wanna take me home, just be like totally aware I live with three…. blokes? Is that the word? Chaps? Blaps. I live with three blaps so the living room probably smells like nutsack and pizza.”

jack couldn’t help but to chuckle, shaking his head to her, “i mean, blokes is what i’d say,” he said, “but it’s fine. i’m not gonna be coming in; you’ve definitely had a bit to drink and i just want to make sure you get home okay, yeah? it ain’t safe around the streets here at this time.” he held out his arm to her, “nutsack and pizza sounds like my kinda party though. i mean, two of my favourite things.” he teased.

“awe really? maybe i can pull off more than i thought.” she smirked, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. isla pouted playfully at the giddy up clause, before she chuckled softly. “alright fine, no giddy up, i was thinking of another comment but i’ll keep that to myself for the time being.” she winked at the other. she thought for a moment before her light brown eyes widened, the woman laughing. “you know that’s a good point, i guess it would. the human 2.0 version. but i can safely say you’re the most attractive uber i’ve had.” isla grinned at that, moving to hop on his back, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck. “oh oh yeah? well it looks like i’m on the right track then, hopefully i can keep it up.” she teased. when he asked her which way to go, isla pointed down the sidewalk. “this way three blocks and then a right, i’ll tell ya which building i am after that.”

“oh no, now i want to hear this other comment,” jack grinned, unapologetically flirting with the girl now -- but who could blame him? she was this gorgeous stranger and it seemed far too convenient that he happened to be here just at the time she broke her heel and needed somebody. “i expect a five star rating when i drop you off or we’re gonna have words,” jack playfully warned, before setting off in the direction of the girl’s apartment. “so, do i get to hear the name of the damsel in distress i’m saving?” the man asked, “and where on earth you came from because i gotta say, i was not expecting to be giving a piggy back to a total beauty when i left my place today.”