𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝘄͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝗹͟𝗱͟ 𝗂𝗌 𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

https://t.co/lsvZjnDzMl

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules < and sighed softly as her head came into contact with the pillows again.

“Good morning, or should I say- afternoon?”

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules What had happened?

Honestly, it took Maggie a moment to blink the world (and the harsh light) back into focus before her brain even started processing again. She was quite drowsy, but when she saw just who had his arms wrapped around her, she smiled >

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

…

You like me.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

Careful now, might start to think you actually like me.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

Perhaps they’re distracted.

[— 𝓞𝐖𝐄𝐍. @ofnxrules]

students are 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 giving him weird looks for wearing a suit to work.

what’s wrong with a man looking 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 ?

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

Best kisser. Easy to fall in love with. Awesome oral skills— Twice. Fucking crazy. Great in bed.

…

I like this.

[— 𝓞𝐖𝐄𝐍. @ofnxrules]

𝐎. big dick
𝐖. drama seeker
𝐄. great in bed
𝐍. likes to drink

couldn’t have been more ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ.

[— 𝓞𝐖𝐄𝐍. @ofnxrules]

𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒.

❛ divorced. maths
professor. strict
likes to have fun.
loves whiskey and
the word ‘fuck’. ❜

written by #єємѕ

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@LITTLEPlGG Maggie’s jaw clenched as she lowered the glass of wine to the table in front of her.

“No.”

This was exactly the problem, wasn’t it? This prick thought everything and everyone belonged to him.

Well— not her.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@LITTLEPlGG < whatever wine Maggie came across, she’d take.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@LITTLEPlGG “So you can take whatever decent wine we manage to produce?”

Absolutely not.

Honestly, they’d tried in the past, but one of her people had told her the climate wasn’t right for the type of grapes— and that they needed a different one.

So now, >

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

…

And I like you a lot better when I’m sitting on your face.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules < with the orange number five and went down the socket.

Maggie? She was grinning, clearly pleased with herself, as she turned around to face him.

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules “Not that easily,” Maggie answered without looking up, doing her best not to notice how he stepped closer again. She was aiming her cue towards the white ball, and taking a deep breath, before hitting it with surprising precision. The white one connected >

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules < away before refocusing on the balls on the table. “Just wait over there.”

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

@ofnxrules And don’t come at her asking who she’s gotten reigned into spending time with this evening— she just wants to play, and doesn’t quite mind the attention.

Maggie does, however, mind the distraction techniques from the game.

“Nah uh,” she grins, pulling >

[𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘. ⊗ @reveredrogue]

Oh come on, you had that one comin’.