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Why do you want to be president?

“Have you seen the current state of the world? Someone needs to make a change, someone needs to stand up for those in need of assistance, someone needs to protect and attempt equity across different marginalized groups. I want to have a hand in making that change.” 

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“Fantastic.” Izzy rolled her eyes, taking in a slow breath while watching the man in front of her, “Well? I’m waiting. Are you going to beg me to keep your secret or are we going to walk to security together or are you going to offer me something better.” 

jensen was sitting at his desk with his hands wrapped around his man meat when he noticed someone in the doorway. “oh, sorry.. i didn’t know anyone was here.”

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“¿Qué estamos condenando al infierno, cachorro?” Izzy slide into the seat across from him, cocking her head to the side as she sipped on her coffee. “Biochem is easier than plain bio or plain chem. So what, you’re just going to take the easy way out? Interesting.” 

“Maldita sea todo al infierno……I’m really starting to think Biochem would end up being a better move for me….”

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professordeluca:

“Well, I can keep a secret, if you keep a secret.” Liam sipped on his late night coffee, walking the halls of the University. 

“I’m a polisci major, if I can’t keep a secret or two I don’t have a chance at a career.” 

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travisxwinston:

As she got herself in the position, Travis wasted no time as he pulled her skirt up to reveal her ass to him. “— You really don’t like to listen, do you?”he questioned at the faint bruises he found, caressing with his palm over them. “You like being bad; I can tell - but there’s to fix that, even if temporary.”he said, and gave her ass cheek a harsh, first spank.

“I won’t lie and say that listening is my speciality.” Isabelle replied as she focused her attention on the feeling of his hand moving over what she could only assume where bruises left behind from her last encounter. As she felt the impact she sucked in a short breath before giving a small laugh, unable to help herself. She let out a small noise, closing her eyes as she shifted her hands on the ground, “Don’t stop now. I haven’t learned my lesson yet.” 

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travisxwinston:

“— Miss Mora-”Travis started, looking over at her with a cocked brow and a serious look on his face. “- come here.”he said, pushing his chair a bit back. “And bend over my knee. Right now.”

Isabelle stood moving over to him with a blank expression, “Fine, but don’t let any bruises you see surprise you. Like I told you, controlling me is hard.” She stared at his knees for a moment before slowly bending herself over them, fixing her hair over one shoulder before placing her hands flat on the ground, very familiar with this position. 

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fckxrileyxwolff:

“Fine, I guess since I’m such a horrible roommate, I’ll keep my free shit from my work to myself.” She removed her arm from around her roommate. “I got some really good shit I was waiting to show you. I requested them specifically for you. Since I’m such a bad roommate I’ll just sell it all or something.”

“No, presents are how you make up for being a terrible roommate.” Izzy grinned while she hopped back up on the bed, “What did you get? Is it lube? Is it a whip? Is it rope? Is it something I can stick up Jax’s ass? Who am I kidding, I can stick anything up his ass if I try hard enough and he’s not paying attention.” 

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BDSM Test Results

97% Degradee 97% Masochist 95% Rope bunny 87% Experimentalist 82% Submissive 82% Switch 71% Brat 63% Sadist 59% Dominant 58% Slave 57% Primal (Prey) 55% Rigger 55% Exhibitionist 52% Non-monogamist 48% Degrader 37% Brat tamer 36% Master/Mistress 24% Primal (Hunter) 12% Voyeur 10% Owner 8% Pet 7% Vanilla 6% Ageplayer 5% Girl/Boy 2% Daddy/Mommy

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tabithv:

“poor jax.” tabitha replied even though she had no idea who he was. “yeah, no. i’ll just stick to writing and leave the politicking to those in that field.” tabitha said with humor in her voice. 

“Poor Jax? No. He’s not some little lost puppy that needs someone to protect him and mention how cute he is. He’s fine and frankly if he dies it’s his own fault.” Izzy gave a little shrug, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “Probably for the best.” 

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thunderandpolitics:

“I gave you eight minutes to make up your mind so shut those little whore lips of yours, Isabelle” He growled out at her, refusing to accept what she was saying. And really, he gave no fucks that people were staring. He didn’t care and that was simply how it was. “Well hurry up, Isabelle. I don’t have the entire day” 

Seeing her lean against the car, he simply raised a brow at her. “Isabelle… Get your ass into my car before I physically put you in the trunk. I will not open the door for you, for I have not yet decided if I like you enough right now to give you that joy” He told her with his strict voice was he walked over to his side, opening the door and sat in. “Now, Isabelle” 

Isabella made an elaborate show of closing her lips before giving another roll of her eyes. It wasn’t that she was annoyed by any of this, in fact it was exactly what she wanted. It was just amazing to her how easily she could make it happen. When he told her he didn’t have all day she made a face, biting her lip before mumbling under her breath, “You better have all day.” She whispered while watching as he made his way around the car, getting in before she’d even opened her door. 

Taking a moment to both watch him and sigh, she looked up at the sky, then carefully hooked her fingers under the door handle and popped it open. “How many times are you going to call me Isabelle before we ever get to your place?” She asked as she slid into the seat, She paused for only half a second before pulling her seatbelt across her chest, not usually a huge fan, but deciding to play nice for the moment. “Can we stop and get chicken nuggets on the way?” 

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travisxwinston:

Travis leaned back into his chair, rubbing the edge of his jaw as he watched her; she was tempting, he couldn’t deny that one, and he knew he was right when he thought what he thinks. “— Good think in my class it’s me who’s in charge, not my students.”he said with a sly grin. “So I’m certain I can handle you, Miss Mora.”

“If people want to be in charge of me they have to do a really good job of showing it. I’m really good at being in charge you see. So unless someone is really... What’s the word I’m looking for. Dominate? No. That’s not it. Hmm, oh well, it’ll come to me later. The point is I’m just not super good at listening and I need someone who’s going to make sure that I do.” Izzy smirked, leaning back in her chair, “That’s a foolish thing to say.” 

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profadams:

“You can borrow it, occasionally when you actually need it for projects or because we’re studying a chapter from that book then and there. I hope you’ll definitely be taking good care of it” He gave her a warning look, before leaning back in his chair. “And how does that go, Miss Mora? Do you feel like you understand everything as well as you could?” 

“Thank you, it’s much appreciated.” Izzy told him as she shifted slightly, crossing her legs and resting her hands on the, “Oh course. I’d never dream of damaging it.” She raised an eyebrow at his look, but didn’t say anything more on the subject. “Maybe, maybe not. My grades are good though. Really good. So why worry about it now?” 

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travisxwinston:

“— Just stand here and gawk.”he said, crossing arms over his chest. “Why, what do you want me to do?”Travis questioned. “Go on; I know you have something on your mind right now.”

“I’m happy to sit here for your viewing pleasure.” Izzy uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, mindlessly swinging her ankle once she was settled. “I was considering taking your class, but I wasn’t really sure if it would be a good fit for me. Not everyone can handle me.” She told him simply, smirking a little before adding, “As a student of course.” 

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fckxrileyxwolff:

“Izzy you know I was just joking.” She let out a small chuckle as she wrapped an arm around Izzy. “I’m sorry. don’t hate me.” She pouted, giving her roommate puppy dog eyes.

“Too late, I’ve already made it official.” Izzy told her dramatically as she leaned her head back on the bed, though didn’t climb back in. “I just don’t understand how this could have happened. I’m such a great roommate and friend to you and you’re just like... Terrible.” 

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thunderandpolitics:

“Soon, being a keyword here. You were going to wait until I was either on the way in, or until I was inside of here, would you not?” She did have a habit of really pissing him off after all, especially when he already had a bit of rage bubbling under the surface. 

“It’s mine. Hand it over, you unbearable little brat” There was people staring as he spat out the little name he had for her during these times, for really, what he wanted to call her would have to wait for when they were in the car. So as she started to walk towards the car, he took the drink from her hand, and grabbed her ass with his other hand. “Izzy… Either walk a bit faster to the car, or be prepared I will tie your hands together and put you in the trunk as we drive back home” 

“I hadn’t decided yet, you came inside too fast.” She replied while giving him a small pout. There was a lot she could deal with but she generally didn’t lie. It wasn’t part of her package. “Stop being so naughty Jax, you’re making people stare” She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes as he called her a brat, that was generally her cue that she was going to be called a few muse worse names in the car. Not that she minded really, it was all par of Jax being pissed off. 

As he grabbed her ass she grinned, though quickly wiped it from her expression. Turning to look at him as innocently as she could as he spoke to her. “Sorry for trying not to trip in my heels.” She walked a little faster, though didn’t increase her pace all that much. When she got to the car she waited, leaning against the side, but not touching the door. “Are you going to open it or do I have to do it myself?”