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Is she doing it intentionally? He can't tell. "No break. I'm fine." He squirms to get comfy then gets deadly still. "I won't move again. I'll sit still for ya."
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Vi doesn't miss a damn thing. Her hazel eyes flick down for a split second, taking in the undeniable proof. “keep still for me so I don’t mess up this pretty line, alright love?” huge. fuck. distraction. “We good? We can take a lil break if you want to”
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"Your brother is smart. & hot." He noted. "Ain't heard me say it tho." He yanks her towards the frozen yogurt. "Ain't an ugly face in the club. Swear on it."
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she tilted her head a wondering eye as she nodded “ Not the worst thing I have seen my brother is very protective in his own right ” she admitted with a soft sigh
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"I can tell that I am." He inhales sharply and adjusted his position a bit. Dead puppies or whatever however it goes. Nothin. It's nothin. Gosh. Gosh. Gosh.
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She wipes away a swipe of dark ink and vaseline with a paper towel, never breaking her stride. “told ya you were in good hands honey” glances up at him before she continued. fingers get really close to his groin. “Keep talking sweet like that and I’ll cover you with ink” winks
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"Jealously. Love him but he gets everythin and barelt has to work for it. Meanwhile I'm bustin my ass over here and got nothin but some bruises to show for it. Ain't your business." He snaps a little.
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Tilting her head, she studied him, blue eyes searching his face, trying to figure out what he was really trying to say beneath all those words. She’d picked up on some resentment toward his brother or something like that. Jealousy? “What’s eating you?”
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"Nothin important that I can't rearrange for you if you're askin me to hang out with you." He nods. "You have permission." He blinks. "Wouldn't have objected."
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he nodded his head “ That’s more what I was wondering wanted to not ask but have permission . ” he admitted with a small smirk “ what are you doing tonight around seven ﹖ ”
She chews her bottom lip, unsure what to make of everything he’d just dropped on her. It’s not like she and Diesel had anything going on. Hell, he’d called her crazy. “Good to know…”
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It feels good as hell. Nice and relaxing. He leans up to watch her. "You're good at what you do." He notes and leans back now. "Fuck. I missed this feeling so damn much."
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smirk softens as she sees him finally relaxing under her hands. satisfied. “That’s what I like to hear” she purrs and leans close enough for him to feel her breath. The sharp bite of the needle makes contact with his skin, drags a smooth line. She is steady af.
Welcome to the character portrayal of Juice Ortiz.
Based on the #SonsOfAnarchy series.
Straight and Mature Content.
Ships on Chemistry. Single Ship.
No RP in DMs. No Strictly Lewd.
Penned by #Auzzie.
RT & Like?
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He does as instructed. Their eyes lock and he gets comfortable. Ready for her to start. "Go on and get started. I'm ready." He isn't too phased and he feels content enough for her to start. It's going down at least.
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she snaps on a pair of black nitrile gloves. “Lay down for me” hazel eyes meeting his gaze. She pulls her stool and sits. Reaching for machine, she dips the needle into the dark ink with a steady hum. “Glad you like it, hun.” stretch the skin tight and keep him steady.