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EZRA JOSEPH FABRAY MODEL || 22 || Closed 3 x 3 RP

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audreyxfabray​:

I don’t want to talk.

I wasn’t going to ask, Ror. I know you’ll tell me whenever you’re ready. I just wish I was there with you.

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margoxhansen​:

Margo felt his weight slightly falter which caused her to tug his arms even more until he thankfully relented to her reasonable demands. “That’s all I could ever ask for, Fabray.” Pulling her mask down over her eyes, she led them onto the dance floor while remaining close to the area of tables in case either wanted to make a quick dash. Margo spun herself under his arm, feeling the beat of the up tempo music. “Can’t dance with me if you aren’t dancing, Ezra.”

Ezra let the girl pull him into the crowd, swallowing down the annoyance in the act, ultimately relinquishing. If this was the only way for a pregnant girl to have fun at a party where she can’t even partake in the alcohol, then Ez could probably be nice for a bit. “Fine,” he let out in a huff before he began to move to the time and beat of the music, twirling Margo again under his arm, “at least I’m probably not the worst person here.”

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lincolnxcole​:

I prefer the other Fabray, she doesn’t stink out my bar yet.

You? My wingman? I think Hale would cry. I don’t want you to, I’m not attracted to punks.

That keyword is yet.

I don’t even see Hale around right now, so it just leaves you and me. Then who do you want? There’s gotta be someone out there that tickles your fancy. Unless you’re ace, then that’s cool.

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audreyxfabray​:

Right. Totally explains the disappearing act.

Okay, I disappeared to be with someone– do you really want the spicy details?

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peytonxadams​:

Awh – I’m your friend? I thought Fabray’s were too cool for that.

Well, friend – I would go with vodka, You can never go wrong and it goes with everything.

It’s a party special that we offer.

Ezra winked as he rose to his feet walking to the bar closest to them and grabbing a vodka and a couple shot glasses. Walking back with the procured goods, he sat down next to Peyton again; pouring the drinks sloppily into the glasses, “I figured you’d need the hard shit right now.” Handing one of the glasses to her, Ez inclined his head slightly before drinking his in one fell swoop and grimacing. “Want to talk about it? Or just get fucked up?”

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martinaxalvarez​:

She hummed appreciatively when he removed his tie and began undoing the top bottoms of his shirt. Her lips trailed after each piece of skin he revealed, not caring about the soft marks her lipstick was leaving. Let the marks stay and serve as a reminder or as a sign to others that someone had touched him. Marty felt thrilled by the knowledge that only he and her would know, no one else. She grinned when his hand started to wander, pulling his skin between her teeth when he grazed over her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. With a small gasp, she pulled away from his neck and leaned into his body. Feeling his hands against the bare skin of her back sent tingles throughout her body, the words which followed made her thighs clench unconsciously. She pulled away from his hold, arching an eyebrow as she took a step backwards. “So demanding,” she said, her words slow and teasing. “And here I thought you were well adept with your hands.” Marty kept stepping backwards. As much as she wanted to tease and rile him up, she didn’t trust him to not rip the dress off of her if provoked; she spent way too much on it to watch it be wasted away before the end of the party. She stopped in front of a desk and slowly slid the straps of her dress down her arms. Once the straps were past her hands, the rest of the dress dropped and pooled at her feet. Still in her high heels, Marty stepped out of the dress and perched herself on the edge of the desk. Completely naked except for her shoes, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on her hands. She looked at him with hungry eyes, “Is this how you imagined me? Or… did you have something else in mind, Mr Fabray?”

Ezra couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his lips at the teasing and he would have rolled his eyes if he weren’t so captivated by her movements. He stayed where he was, leaning against the door and colored in Martina’s lipstick as if it were warpaint– not daring to move until she was fully unclothed. His lips turned up into a smirk as he walked closer unhurriedly, hands in his pocket. It wasn’t that the very image of her didn’t affect him, but Ez also wasn’t going to give in that easily. The reality was that the very naked Martina would be branded in his mind, whether he liked it or not and she’d be keeping on those high-heels, too. Standing in front of her, he took his hands out of his pockets and twirled the ends of her hair between his fingers. “Close to have I have in mind. I still have to show you that I know what to do with you after I’ve unwrapped you,”  he replied, his voice taking on a sultry timbre. Ezra let his hands trail from her hair to her throat, tracing her collar bone to her sternum between the valley of her breasts; down until he got to her hips. Ezra moved to kneel in front of her, using his hands to push her legs gently apart. Picking up one leg, he bent to press his lips into her skin at her ankles and working his way up agonizingly slow until he reached her inner thigh; mere inches away from the apex of her thighs, nipping at the skin before doing the exact same thing he’d done to the other leg– making the process teasingly long. Moving both of her legs over his shoulders, Ez’s eyes cast up to Marty’s with his face next to her pussy; his tongue moving up her slit before his mouth enclosed around her clit.

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peytonxadams​:

That sounds like the best plan ever spoken by man. You won’t let me drink alone, right?

Of course not, what kind of friend would I be if I let someone drink alone when I can get equally as hammered. If you could have any liquor to drink endlessly, what would you pick?

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lincolnxcole​:

And you are everyone’s pain in the ass.

No, I do not. Why do you want to know? Are you offering?

It’s a title I wear proudly.

I was mostly offering to be a wingman, but if you swing that way then why not? I could offer if you wanted it.

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martinaxalvarez​:

She grinned with a burst of success when she got the reaction she wanted out of him. The hand on his cheek moved to his neck, dragging her nails softly against his skin. Martina might be going to hell for sexual deviancy, but she didn’t care. All she’s been able to think about was the young man with wicked words and just as wicked intentions. She planned to lose herself with him for however long the fire burned. “Yeah?” she whispered huskily at his words. “I’m all yours sweetheart, but you better make sure you know what you’re doing when you unwrap me.” She followed after him and out of the hall, keeping her steps measured as to not show the impatience of her anticipation. She was glad when he found a room, a gasp barely managing to escape her lips before his were crashing against hers, Marty’s back hitting the closed door. Her hands immediately went to work as one ran through his hair and tugging, while the other moved behind him to cup his ass and pull him into her. She rolled her hips teasingly against him before she flipped them, pressing his back to the wall and pulling lips away to kiss down his neck.

The heat between them was almost unbearable, but Ezra knew deep down that he liked to be burned this way; it was one of the most ultimate highs. Martina was electric and it was almost addicting with his lips against hers. He had to stifle a groan as she pushed herself into his hardening cock. Ez wouldn’t give her the satisfaction to know just how much under his skin she actually was... at least, not yet. He let out noise of surprise as his back met the door instead, his hands running through the silky lengths of her hair as her lips touched his skin, giving a small tug before pulling them back to reach for his tie; untying it and letting it drop to his feet. Ez undid the first few buttons on his dress shirt for Marty to have more skin to rove her lips over before he reached for her body. His fingertips followed the seam of her dress, over her clothed breasts and around her body until he found the zipper. Slowly, Ezra pulled on the zipper with one hand while the other raked lightly on the bare skin that was revealed. “Get this dress off,” he said, his voice husky with arousal, “I want to see you.”

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margoxhansen​:

“Drink my weight in booze and we call it an even steven. You’re not going to be a smoldering hot guy in the corner with the mysterious air tonight. You,” Margo reached down and tugged at his hands, nudging him forward, “Are dancing with a fabulous mama to be as a baby shower present.”

Ezra considered going limp and making the girl really work to get him out of the seat, but he knew better than to make a pregnant woman do too much heavy lifting. With a heavy sigh, he rose to his feet and gave Margo a pointed look, “I’ll give you one dance, mama, but then I’m going back to drinking only.”

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joelxharvey​:

It’s actually turning into more pleasurable company than you’re being right now, Ezra. At least it doesn’t sass me.

Relax? Yeah, sure, okay, I’ll make you a bet. If you can get me to relax, I’ll owe you a fucking favor for that whole locking you up business.

Please, you like my sass. You’re life would be fucking boring without me badgering you every day.

You owe me a favor anyway, but sure, why not. You know I can’t turn down a challenge– the quickest way to get you to relax is to get you either very drunk, or very laid. I’ll give you a guess as to which one I’d rather help you out with.

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lincolnxcole​:

I’m always clean.

I don’t want them to be staring. My face is my face, they see it every day.

Yes you are, Captain Literal.

They don’t always see you in a nice suit, though. You mean you don’t like even a little bit of the attention? How do you even get laid.

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martinaxalvarez​:

She sighed and became liquid in his hand, her skin breaking out in goose bumps when he touched her neck and brushed his lips against hers. The nip sent shivers down her spine and she unconsciously arched into him, chasing the feeling inside of her that he was feeding. Marty was ridiculously turned on, more so than she’s been in some time. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do in that moment to have his hands on her, not even Aria’s fancy party and all its guests. She arched her neck to give him more room to kiss her, her hand still on his cheek guided him along the places that made her toes curl. “You’re making so many promises,” she hummed as her other hand moved to play innocently with one of the belt loop on his trousers. “I think we should find somewhere quickly, so I can show you what I’m wearing under this dress, or I should say: what I’m not wearing under it.”

Ezra took Martina’s silent command as he pressed his lips onto as much skin as he could, his lips trailing lazily down the column of her through. Their push and pull, their teasing of each other was enough to make his skin buzz with excitement; every action of hers had his attention and nothing else. “Fuck, Marty, I should have known you would show up to a party with nothing underneath,” Ezra murmured as he pulled away, the woman’s words sent a shiver of pleasure running through him, “I can’t wait to undress you like a goddamn present.” The only thing he could think about was getting her clothes off, which he had a half a mind to do right then, but knew that Aria probably wasn’t trying to go for that kind of party. Ezra rose from his seat, taking Martina’s hands in his as he lead them through the maze that was the Magnuson mansion until he found an empty room. Pulling her in with him, Ezra closed the door and pressed her back against it, his lips descending upon hers once again in a hungry kiss; his hands trailing down the sides of her waist and hips.

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joelxharvey​:

You will suffer when I make you suffer with me, Fabray. Don’t think this is a night off to do whatever the fuck you want. I’ve got a taser and cuffs at the ready.

Jesus Christ, Joel. Do you ever get tired of the stick that’s so firmly wedged up your ass that it’s hitting your brain? Probably why you have a headache most of the time.

Relax before you get an aneurysm.

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margoxhansen​:

Absolutely, I’ll live vicariously through you while we dance. Who said anything about our dancing being good?

I guess I’ll need to drink enough for the both of you. See... I like to be the smoldering hot guy in the corner of the room that has a mysterious air about him, can’t do that when I’m dancing terribly.

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martinaxalvarez​:

Martina was beyond interested in the younger man. She wanted to try him out, to play with the fire burning between them. Being burned didn’t scare her, even if it should. She smiled seductively and reached over, pulling his face closer to hers. “If you want to know, all you have to do is show me. I’m not going to stop you, Ezra.”

Ezra’s eyes fell to the seductive smile on Martina’s face when she guided him to look at her, before flicking back up to her eyes as she spoke. He couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his face as it mirrored hers– the tension between them was palpable, and in this case... he was not a strong enough of a man to keep it at bay. His own hand found a home on the nape of Martina’s neck, bringing his lips to hers and nipping lightly at the skin there. Ez trailed heated kisses along the line of her jaw until he met her ear, his voice husky as he spoke. “Then allow me to steal you away so I can do just that, until I can make sure the only thing you remember is my name.”  

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margoxhansen​:

Yeah…magic eight ball says you will. I don’t make the rules.

I’m drinking if that makes it better– my sister took all the dancing skills.