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STARTER CALL !!

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the female lets out a little gasp when her clothes are removed, but she knows just how well she looks without her clothes on. she’s more confident with her clothes off than with them on -- and it’s shown. she rocks her backside against his front side, dipping her head back to lean against his shoulder. “oh right. . . the deal. i make you come, you give me information. and i get off too.”

‘ it was the deal.. that’s why.’ oliver pressed his bottom part against the girl’s lower back. bodies were completely collide in the back. the now red-headed guy got rid of the girl’s t-shirt, ripping the bottoms out of it open, letting him see his lingerie.

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the female still was not completely sold on the idea of the arranged marriage. she had wanted desperately to make a decision throughout her slumber -- to choose love or to choose duty. the question had been eating away at her all night, leaving her with dark rings around her eyes and messy bedhead. she hadn’t come to a conclusion. 

that was partly why she had refused to go down to breakfast, refused to be faced with the two figures who were stressing her out the most, who had put her in this situation. al and her parents. she didn’t blame al for being angry but she was still upset that he had left before they had continued to speak.

upon hearing a knock at the door, she curls up completely under the sheets and covers -- hiding the fact that she isn’t actually sick from whoever was on the other side of the door. then, with a meek voice and her best fake ill tone, she called out -- “come in.”

     of course he was still angry, even when he woke up to the sound of abu playing around. usually his pal would always raise his spirits, but not now. he was so angry, he wanted to do terrible things, things that would definitely get him killed, but he felt unwanted, & that always stirred up some nasty emotions, emotions that were deep rooted in alladan’s core.

     but he knew what the right thing to do was. work. he had to keep up the facade that he had no interest in the other whatsoever, that he was here to make his money, & that was all. so he does. & he’s there when the king & queen are alerted of stormie’s ailments. 

     he serves them, waiting on them as if it was any other day, but then excuses himself midway through. he makes his way to stormie’s room, still clad in his white uniform. he’s trying to look as innocent as possible as he brings a tray up to her room, with all of her favorite foods. he knocks lightly on ehr door, figuring she’d probably be upset with him for leaving. he has to be noble, he has to be brave enough to apologize, & to work this out, because it was true love. 

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“what made you think that we were going to have a fun part?” the female smirks as she’s turned around, hands going to the wall on either side of her frame. if it ever got out that she was sleeping around with the male, her career would be in incredible jeopardy -- but then again, if she wasn’t sleeping around with the male then she probably wouldn’t even have a career. 

‘ let’s move on to the actual fun part… shall we?’ oliver grinned at her. hands were on her bottom area, little massages given by his big hands to the blonde girl while his pelvis was close to her intimacy. he quickly grabbed his wrists and make her turn around, now her chest was pressed to the wall and her arse was next to his pelvis.

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the female is smirking at him, chin tilting upwards to look up at him more fully. there was a lightness in her eyes that was almost entirely masked with her sense of seriousness over this situation. her back arched against the wall as she kept her hand against his, palming him with the little roughness that she could afford right now. “come on. . . enough work for now.”

oliver’s pelvis were almost smashing against her bottom back at this point. but it was nothing rough, in fact they were very soft movements. ‘ i’m never going to get what you’re talking about…’ he whispered, bitting his bottom lip and wrinkling his nose just a little bit when the small hand covered his bulge through his jeans. he walked ahead, leaving the girl’s back against the red wall behind her.

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the kisses on her neck make her teasing almost come to an end. she continues to grind against him as she scribbles away on her pad, allowing her long hair to cascade down her sides. “mmm.” her eyes flutter closed, making it a bit difficult to concentrate. “everything is important.” she proceeds to turn around against him, eyes looking him up and down starting from his bulge to his eyes. “you have to pay attention to every llittle area.” she speaks as she cups his bulge, touching him through his jeans. 

oliver pressed both of his hands on her hips, pressing her lower back right to his intimacy, covered by his pants. it was clearly how hard was the guy at that point, just by being teased by the blonde. ‘ his name is like… lucas ferri or something like that… ‘s nothing important, i have to say.’ chubby lips were pressed against her pale neck skin, bitting and leaving little marks in there.

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the female smirks as she feels him coming up from behind her, knowing very well that he was already anticipating what was to come -- she just had to keep him here until she got the information that she needed. “lies won’t get me front page, oliver. don’t you want to be fucking a front page girl.” she takes advantage of his positioning to move her body just lightly against his, light enough to be felt but not hard enough to get them really going. “i’ll tell you what -- you tell me the name of the guy your dad had lunch with last night. and then i’ll let you get me off.”

oliver licked his bottom lip, still close to the blonde. ‘ what else would you like to know, uh?’ his green eyes were completely looking into her body. the movement of her hips were just enough to make the guy hard, and when she shows off her underwear, oliver thought he was going to get crazy. he walks to the girl once again, pressing his bottom part against the girl’s lower back. big hands were positionated on her stomach, putting her body closer to his. ‘ i don’t know… you could write some lies in there. my father isn’t going to mind.’

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the delicacy here was incredible -- she couldn’t let her playful and teasing nature go too far or else the information she wants won’t be granted to her, but she also couldn’t let this be too easy or she won’t get enough. “and i like a bit more information.” she speaks with a smirk before she walks away, turning her back to him as she swings her hips, sauntering over towards the first surface she could fine, bending over just slightly, in a way she knows will make her behind jut out and her skin show just a tad, underwear poking out only slightly from the top. she was still incredibly good at this teasing part. so she can set her pad of paper on it. “donating to charities isn’t exactly hard hitting news. 

‘ well…’ oliver took a look at the blonde’s body. last time he saw her she was completely naked on top of his bed’s sheets, and he definitely wasn’t going to complain about it. ‘ my dad, he went to this charity thing and donates like… a couple of millions. you should definitely write that down… you know?’ he walked closer to her, putting his hand on her lower back and making her go closer to his body. pink chubby lips were on their way to her ear. ‘ you look really good in this… but i definitely like you more with nothing on.’

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( @silentvoiices )

“ you wanted to see me. “ she speaks with a confidence stemming from the fact that she had thought to put on something more than just her usual running shorts and tank tops. she wants to be taken seriously as a journalist, hence why she’s dressing in a more serious manner with a professional skirt and a shirt that makes her barely-there boobs look actually decent for once. “do you have something for me?” her eyes reveal what neither of them would ever admit -- well, at least she wouldn’t, especially if what had happened the last time she got some tidbits from him.

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i’m not showing up in the tags but :// REPLY TO THIS PLEASE!!

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i want a student/teacher plot, sue me. muse a is a new teacher, maybe 22-30 years of age. muse b is a student in the class, either a junior or a senior (but preferably the latter). b is incredibly forward, drawn to this teacher and not afraid to be flirty, even during class. a just wants to keep their job, and are easily flustered, though they’d be lying if they said b never crossed their mind. give me a denying their feelings, give me tons of sexual tension, give me on-the-desk fucking and sex eyes during class.

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“oh -- no, no no.” the female speaks with a smirk and yet intertwined with a playful tone. her hand catches the other’s wrist, holding it tightly in between her slender fingers. “touching costs extra.” dropping the hand that had reached out for her before swaying backwards, fingers hooking into her panties as if she was going to pull them down but yet nothing happens. “cough up a little more -- and i can take you into the backroom. “

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( @dczingminds )

the female tried to keep her identity a secret. well, her night-time identity anyway. during the day she knows how to hold herself, to keep her playful teasing in line with an award winning smile, to keep on pretending. that was when she had seen someone she knew within the club where she danced sans clothing, she immediately went darting out the back door and then out onto the street. granted, she still wasn’t as dressed as was deemed appropriate, but she wouldn’t be censored if there was a tv camera on her. so, she was acceptable. she sees a person standing near her and she walks up to them, “do you, uh -- do you have a smoke?”

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• imsg — don't.

MARCUS: get your fucking ass over here

MARCUS: i'll come fucking get you myself

MARCUS: so, rethink that answer.

STORMIE: rethink your tone mister grumpy-pants

STORMIE: you don't even know where i am!

STORMIE: hmm... i rethought . .. and no.

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The female had always been a bit more on the deviant side of the sexual spectrum. Whether or not it was incredibly fulfilling for her or not was besides the point, it was fun and invigorating. Especially when her incredibly bold movements have been accepted, albeit with a hint of hesitation. “Yeah, I know -- oh please, he’s incredible slow. Though, I bet you won’t be.” She says with a playful waggle of her eyebrows “Come on, live a little.” She was always a genuinely playful person despite her rambunctious actions, evident in the way her hair falls in the front of her face as she leans forward to kiss his shirt above his collarbone. 

There was a soft smirk on his lips from the time that they had arrived to right now, as they moved into his lap. Their confidence was amazing to say the least but a quick glance at the door had him wondering how serious they actually were. “ You know your brother is probably coming back soon right? Doesn’t take that long to pick up pizza. “ He mumbled, hands sliding up her sides slowly and quirking an eyebrow up.