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redwoodteller:
He rolled his eyes, even if it was true. “Hey, we both got Irish in us. I can drink you under a table just fine. You just don’t like to believe it, because then you’d be wrong.”
”…what Irish do you have in you again?” she said, raising her brow as she looked over at the biker, her lips slowly wrapping around a cigarette before she inhaled then exhaled the smoke slowly.
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”…you can say it all ya like, but it still ain’t true,” she said, snorting as she looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can drink ya far, far under th’ table even now.”
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redwoodteller:
“Yes, that is definitely what I am trying to say. You are Irish. Irish people are loud.” He then smiled at her, and took a drag of his own cigarette. “Well no, but I still say that it’s your fault. I’m the strong, silent type, you know.” It wasn’t really true, but it made sense to him, anyway.
“That’s sterotypin’, ye jackass.” trinity snorted as she looked at him, watching the way he put his lips around the cigarette probably a little too intensely before she looked back up at his eyes again. trinity moved, tapping her cigarette to get the ash off the end as she held it to the side a bit. “...strong, aye. silent, well. if ye are silent then i’m a holy fuckin’ saint.”
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“...are ye tryin’ ta say that I’m the loud one?” trinity asked, raising a brow at jackson as she sat there, moving to stick her cigarette between her lips before she took a long drag. she exhaled the smoke slowly, still looking at him before she shook her head. “...oh aye, i can’t deny that i’m a screamer but i can’t be faulted for that all on me own now can I?”
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NSFW headcanon questions
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?
☜ : Does your muse like to top?
☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?
∀ : Your muse's favorite position?
☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?
☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?
✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?
⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?
♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?
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redwoodteller:
“Well are you going to at least scoot over, or do I have to move you?”
“If ya think I’m movin’ meself then yer kiddin’ yerself.”
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“We’re not all idiots, just most of us.” He then moved to pull his shirt over his head, so he could relax and lit up a cigarette. “That sounds good to me. I just need a shower, a cigarette, hell maybe even a joint so I can get out of my own head. I can come down in a bit, if that’s okay, unless you were planning on bringing it back up here? I’m not picky really.” Okay, he was very picky but not today, apparently.
“...ya show me a man who ain’t an idiot then we’ll talk,” Trin said as she looked at him, watching as he took off his shirt and lit up a cigarette. Her eyes moved back up to his face as she spoke, clearing her throat. “Whatever ya want, I s’pose. Ya can come down or I can bring it back ‘ere. Not really like picky about it myself,” she said, shrugging. Trinity moved, taking the cigarette from him and taking a drag before handing it back to him. “What are ya feelin’ for food? Anythin’ in particular?”
“Even though I was a bit of an idiot before?” He was just trying to get where things in his head didn’t suck so much. Grief was a bitch. Last time he’d been in Belfast, it was a different kind of grief. It sucked. He nodded. “Yeah, I remember.” He put his bag down on the bed, and glanced up. “You don’t have to go, you know. I don’t bite..well not unless someone really wants me to.”
“Can’t really hold it against ya. All men are idiots so,” Trin said with a shrug as she looked at him. Her eyes wandered slightly as she looked him up and down. Damn, he looked good. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat as she looked back at the door then to Jax again. “..yeah I remember,” she said, in reference to the biting part. “...why don’t ya get settled. I’ll go get some tea and whiskey, and something ta eat going.”
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