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♨ manhandling starters for mags & vince!

♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth 

 the bubbles were warm. the candles had been set, oils burning. maggie had her music playing and her favorite game going on her phone as she laid in the tub. vincent had said it was going to be a late night, prepping for a big event he was hosting at the book club. it was a big deal and she knew he’d been stressed for weeks, trying to get things sorted and ready. she was thankful now more than ever that he had someone around to help him. 

but it didn’t come to a shock that he gave her a call. she figured to hear for him for a goodnight chat, considering he wouldn’t be home until after she’d turned in.

“hey, how’s my workin’ man?” she grins, sinking deeper into the tub.

there’s a throat clearing and a bit of murmuring. “hey baby, can you come to the door?” the voice is a bit low. not as chipper as she’s used to. 

“i’m in the bath right now. is this like a thing i can get to after i’m done or like, right now?”

“no it’s right now.” there’s a bit of a groan and she’s slowly pushing herself out of the tub, holding the phone to her ear.

“everything alright?” 

“just come outside, please.” he hangs up before she can say anything. the worry starts to set and she’s grabbing her robe and finding her slippers in the bedroom before dashing for the door. she’s dripping wet and considering she’s naked, it’s less than desirable. 

she sees his car in front of the house, lights on, but he’s not in the driver’s seat. his trainee and newly found best buddy, emmett, is. that starts to freak her out. 

running around the car, she stoops down and sees vincent leaning back in the chair, eyes closed. she taps on the window, seeing emmett give an uneasy smile and rolls the window down. “good evening, maggie.”

“what the fuck?” she replies, looking between the two of them. he reaches to turn on the inside car light and she takes in the blood stains. “oh my god.” she opens the door, which gets a bit of a groan. “jesus christ. oh my god. what the fuck?” she’s crouching, her hand touching vincent’s face. “what happened.”

“bit of an accident building.” he shrugs. “i’m fine.”

“what did you do, saw your arm?” 

“it was a stupid accident. totally my fault, ma’am.” emmett shakes his head. “i’m so sorry.”

“no no, this had nothing to do with you, we went over this.” vincent raises a hand to quiet him.

“why didn’t you go to the hospital?” she exclaims.

“i just wanted to come home and lay in bed with my girl.”

“that’s very cute and i’m very charmed as always, but what the fuck, vincent?” she presses a hand to his arm, which seems to be wrapped in a tee shirt. “what, are you two fucking cowboys now?”

“i’m sorry, maggie.” emmett hangs his head. “he refused to let me take him.”

she looks at his face, and though he can’t look at her, she can see the guilt that’s there. she doesn’t want to snap on him. anything she can say, he’s probably already thinking it. “it’s okay, hun. you did the best you could do.” she reaches over vincent to pat his leg. “i’ll handle this now okay? buffalo bill is my problem now.”

“god i love you.” vincent groans, looking at her. “are you just wearing a robe?”

“oh no.” emmett looks every further down. 

“you didn’t give me a choice, did you.” she rolls her eyes.

he snorts, and she shakes her head. “you need me to call an uber for you, bud?”

“no, it’s fine. the train’s not too far.” emmett shakes his head.

“are you sure? it’s late.” she frowns.

“yeah i’m sure.” he nods.

after emmett helping to get vincent out of the car, and handing the keys off to maggie, he went his own way to get back home. meanwhile, she had the pleasure to helping him get up the stairs and back into the house. the dogs, who were waiting patiently by the door, were difficult to deter, and required a bit of stern words from maggie not to jump on vincent.

“it was really hard not to tell you how hot you were out there.” he chuckles, leaning against the wall as maggie helps to take off his shoes.

“i’m sure that took great restraint on your end.” she huffs.

“i really want to fuck you right now.”

she raises her eyebrows, laughing. “good luck trying, buddy.” standing up, she looks over the damage. it’s not too bad from what she can see. he’s got the gash on his arm, and one over his eyebrow. she imagines the pain will be worse tomorrow. “what happened?” she reaches, her fingers brushing back his hair.

“we were just trying to move some big pieces of wood and it didn’t work out.” he shrugs. “ended up toppling over me. most of the wounds are from hitting stuff on the way down. thankfully it was just the sander that grazed me and not the saw. there’s a scratch on my side too but just from the pavement.”

“ouch.” she frowns. “i’ve still got my bath going. i’ll get you cleaned up.”

he nods, and she’s back to helping him towards the bathroom. once finally inside, she shuts the door so the dogs don’t come in. bending over to the tub, she starts to put more hot water in. letting it run a bit, she comes back to him. she unties the make-shift bandage and throws it in the waste basket. “up.” his arms slowly raise, and she peels his shirt from his body. dropping it to the floor, her fingers start to work his belt. “how do you feel now that i’m taking your clothes off?” she smirks.

“a lot better.” the arm without the gash, raises stiffly to her waist. “am i going to get what i want?”

“probably not, which makes me enjoy this more.” grinning, she crouches, pulling his jeans and boxers with her so he can carefully step out of them. she makes sure to look up at him through her lashes, even so bold as to push her breasts together a bit.

“you’re killing me, mags.” he licks his lip. 

“just wait until i start fixing you up.” she stands, grabbing his arms and helping him ease into the tub. she leans to turn off the water, then going to find the first aid supplies. 

“i’m very sorry i stole your relaxation spot.”

“i was almost done, anyways.” she shrugs.

“that’s a lie. look at all these bubbles.” his hand wafts through them.

she just shrugs, coming back with the kit and sets it on the counter to use after they’re done in the tub. she sits beside him on the floor, grabbing a cloth and dipping it in the water. “lean forward.” he does as he’s directed and she glances at the light skid marks on his side. she dabs carefully, trying to get out any gravel or dirt that might have been trapped there.

she leans pressing her cheek to the tub as she does so, her breathing becoming even as she slowly moves over the wounds. 

“can i share something?” vincent says, pulling her from her moment. she just hums, and he continues. “i’ve dated quite a few girls who have patched me up. some of them thought it was hot to take care of me. others were just overwhelmed. but i don’t know what to call this.” he chuckles nervously. “i can’t tell if you’re annoyed or tired or just… content.”

she presses her lips together, dipping the rag back into the water. “i was the girlfriend who patched up her boyfriends.” she nods, grabbing his arm gently, moving over his wound, and listening to his gasps and groans carefully, trying to avoid the more sensitive parts. “and before that, i patched up my brothers. after a while it just became natural, or kind of peaceful for me.” there’s a slight frown to her lips. “but it’s kind of scary when something so violent brings you that comfort, you know? i’m not sad that i don’t feel that way very often.”

“oh.” is all he says at first. then there’s a few moments of silence. maggie raises her other arm onto the edge of the tub, pressing her cheek into her fist as she continues to wash his arm. “that means you have to be scared about a person you love, before you can feel the peace of bringing them back to health.”

“yeah, you could say that.” she nods, looking to meet his eyes. while she planned for it to be just a second, his eyes were looking at her and they were magnetic and she didn’t want to look away.

“i never want to scare you, maggie. no matter what. i’m sorry that i scared you today.” he’s unscathed hand reaches, brushing back some of her hair, his wet fingers touching her jaw. 

she was the first to break away from the intensity of his gaze. squeezing the moisture from the rag, she chuckles. “flirting with me in front of your mentee kind of made it less scary.” her cheeks naturally flush.

a smile breaks across his face, and his hand pulls back from her. “so i worked?”

maggie shakes her head, setting the rag down. “did someone give you something? did you hit your head? what is it about being injured makes you want to get your rocks off, hm?”

“i just have a hot girlfriend and i wanted to be with her.” he shrugs, leaning closer to her. both her arms now lean against eh edge, their noses close. “you also came out in a bathrobe and i was staring at your legs the whole time you ran.”

she scoff, gently shoving his chest. “i was worried sick! how could you have found that arousing?”

“i’m a man. you’re a beautiful woman. i’ve also been thinking about fucking you since you made coffee in my shirt this morning.”

“oh my god, vincent.” she rolls her eyes.

“if i had time, i would have tried to take care of it then, but i didn’t, so i screwed myself over.” he shrugs defensively. “it’s probably why this happened in the first place. my mind was a bit distracted.”

she bursts into a laugh, bringing a hand up to rub over her face. “you’re hopeless.” she sighs, bringing her hand down to touch his neck. “so what were you thinking about, then. hm?” she grins.

“so now you’re going to play into it?”

“i might as well.” she shrugs. “i only end up enabling you anyways.”

“well, since you’re asking then.” he leans back, letting his head rest against the back of the tub. her hand pulls back from his skin to rest against the tub, his eyes closing. “i was thinking about how we had to do laundry and then i ended up thinking about fucking you on top of the washer. first with you sitting on top and holding onto the edges so tight and screaming for more. then i thought about if it’s be better to bend you over it and fuck you that way. the first way i can feel your tits and you’d bite under my ear the way you always do that drives me crazy.”

maggie nods, watching him as he recalls his daydream. her hand reaches under the water, touching his thigh, feeling the slight startle as his leg jumps. he eases, and her hand moves up to find he’s already half hard.

“fuck, mags.” he sighs.

“tell me more.” her voice is even, and normal, moving her hand over him under the water.

“god, i—…” he cuts himself off to let out a moan. “the second option was good too because i could rub your clit and that always drives you mad and you cum harder, which makes you scream louder and that always sets me off.” his breath starts to pick up pace, the spaces between each word getting longer and longer. “but i just kept thinking about you cumming around me and that’s about when it happened— jesu—fuck, mags, that feels so good.”

“i know it does, baby.” she smiles, moving quicker. “your thoughts sounded real nice.”

he nods, pressing his lips together.

“maybe we could try both out and you tell me which is better.”

“good plan.” he grits out.

his hips start to move against her hand, and she smiles, watching his face. “cum for me, vinnie.” she whispers.

it doesn’t take much else. within moments his hips have an unnatural rhythm and he’s crying out her name as he finally reaches his peak. it was beautiful to watch him orgasm. when she’s not consumed with her own, she gets captivated watching him like this. the look of pure bliss on him, is one of the best. especially considering it’s coming from her.

“fuck.” he sighs, and she pulls her hand from the water. “i wasn’t expecting that.”

she shrugs, giving him a smirk when he looks at her.

“i love you so much.”

she snorts. “nothing quite like post-orgasms confessions of love, dear.” she pushes herself to her feet. “come on, let’s get you dry and all patched up, and we can go to bed.”

“can i not return the favor?” she can hear the pout in his tone as she gets the towel out.

“if i didn’t think it would break you even more, i would love that. maybe when you’re better.” she looks down at him. “now up.”

he frowns, his hand lifting to run along the back of her leg. it manages to send shivers up her spine. “i think i’m well enough to give you something.”

she smirks, shaking her head. “how about tomorrow morning you can finger fuck me into oblivion. how’s that for compromise?”

“alright.” he nods, holding out a hand to be help up, and she complies. “i can work with that.”

[lcmongrass]

that shot in the trailer might actually get me to watch again if it turns out to be 100% real!! i stopped after s2e2 because i found out what happens in the finale asdjsk how the police ever let him out i don't get it what did they expect to happen 🤷🏻‍♀️

spoilers for the ELITE season three trailer under the cut !!

i mean — i guess the point of shows like this is that we can’t really trust what they show us or the presumed narrative until we’ve seen the whole season but … he looks pretty dead to me.

[recsbylotte]

@nemesisrps replied to your post “I’ve highkey been thinking about making smaller rectangular gifs with...”

i'm blind so its a hell yeah to everything bigger than 150px!!

also spence is cute as hell 

those are two big moods honestly!! i might try it out on a pack of this lovable cutie then

[mazerparchive]

after months of thinking about it, i’m finally going to archive this blog! it’s just become way to cluttered and i need a fresh start, so here we go! i’ll put a few reblogs of this post in the queue so everyone gets a chance to see it, but other than that i’ll only be coming back to reblog things to my new blog!

my new blog is ➝ nemesisrps in case any of you would like to follow me there!

[mingyubias]

nemesisrps: okay sorry if i'm being a pain in the ass buT YOU CALLED RAMSAY THE KID FROM MISFITS AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BC THATS HOW I KNEW HIM TOO + i've been diagnosed with winterfell tunnel vision disorder as well

he Has the range cos i loved him in misfits lmao VFCNJO but ya those stark kiddos are the only ones i give a real shit about

[capricxs]

🧡 random acts prompts for vinnie & maggie!

i didn’t like that one so u get this instead🔪 stab cut my muse (accident, on purpose) 

the crackling of the pan was loud enough to radiate through the whole kitchen. she was always amazed with how he cooked with ease. dropping the chicken into the pan, the oil not even flinching an inch. he moved so soft and smooth, she hardly took her eyes away. but she stayed sitting, until she began to grow a bit restless. 

“baby, do you want me to help?” she asked quietly. 

“hm? uhm… yeah, sure. come help.” he waved her over, and she approached the stove, her hand sliding up and down his back as she watched him move. “why don’t you cut the veggies?”

“okay.” she nods, going to the cutting board and grabbing the knife. she’d seen him work with the knife before, and she certainly didn’t have the same kind of knife skills he had. she was much slower, her cuts were far less even, but she figured it didn’t matter much in the end. it’d all taste the same. “i think the kids are going to come over this weekend.”

“oh yeah? the whole weekend?” he adored her nieces and nephew, and every time they came over, it was a huge gift. seeing him roll around and play with them made her heart burst. 

“yeah, i believe so. unless something changes last minute. that should be the plan.” she nods, putting one of the carrots into her mouth.

“fantastic. we should plan something with them.” he nods, moving things around in the pan.

“yeah, we could take them to a movie maybe?” 

“i’m sure we can think of something more exciting than that.” vincent looks at her with an unimpressed expression.

“what, you think you can come up with a better idea than getting those rambunctious kids to sit down and be quiet for two hours?” she raises her eyebrows.

“you have a point there.” he nods with a sigh. “but i still am not convinced it’s the best idea.”

“whatever. if you think of something better, i’ll be waiting to hear it.”

he laughs, keeping his eyes down on the food. 

maggie goes back to chopping the veggies, thinking of all the things the five of them can do together this weekend. at some point, if they ever had the pleasure of having their own family, this would have to be them every weekend— trying to come up with fun things to do together.

“you know what?” she turns around, pressing her hip to the counter, pointing her knife at him. “there’s this little festival my school is hosting this weekend. i don’t know why i totally forgot about it, but the kids would love it.” she grins, waving the knife around. “i know there will be games and plenty of opportunities for candy, which i’m sure they’d lose their shit over. then i can do my part and not feel for skipping like i do every year. then you can meet all the people i never bother introducing you to. you can get some faces to the drama. it’ll be—” 

in the process of waving the knife around, and vincent moving his body to focus more on her, his forearm had slid in the line of waving, and next thing she knew, the blade was gliding against the skin of his arm, and a shriek rang out.

“jesus fucking christ!” vincent shouts, gripping his arm, which immediately began to pour blood.

“oh my god, vincent!” she shrieked back, dropping the knife back onto the counter. “vincent i’m so so sorry. oh my god.” he was already moving around her to the sink, turning on the vaucent and running his arm under. “i’m so sorry, baby.”

“just go grab the kit in the bathroom.” he grits his teeth, wincing at the wound.

“right right. okay. i’ll be right back.” she starts rushing out, running up the stairs. “don’t pass out!”

“real reassuring mags!” he shouts back.

she crouches down in front of the sink to pull out the first aid kid, immediately running back downstairs. the dogs were beginning to get excited from the fast movement, and trying to maneuver around them became a hassle, so she just had to kick them out of the kitchen.

“i’m back. i’m so sorry, vincent. i just wasn’t paying attention.” she set the kit onto the counter, opening up. 

“you have to turn off the stove.” he winces, still gripping his arm.

she nods, moving quickly to turn off the gas and let the food sit idle. “okay, let me see that arm, baby.” she takes his wrist, turning it to expose the top of his forearm, looking at the cut, he winces when she touches and pokes at it. “sorry, sorry. just need to make sure it’s not super deep.”

“you think we need to go to the hospital?” he raises his eyebrows.

“no.” she shakes her head, reaching for the wipes. “it’s not very deep.”

he gasps when she wipes it down with alcohol, and she apologies again. “i didn’t mean to.”

“you weren’t kidding when you said you were bad in the kitchen, huh?”

she shrugs, setting the bloody wipe aside. she sprayed something over it to keep it from getting infected elsewhere. then she grabbed the bandages and unfolded the end.

“i think no more knives for you.” vincent smirks.

“that’s probably smart.” she blushes, starting to wrap the bandage around his arm, tightly pressing to the cut so that it can be held together without causing more problems later. “i’m so sorry, vincent.” she whispers, leaning forward and pressing kisses to his face.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute.” his unwounded arm wraps around her waist. “up until you tried to kill me, i was thinking about how utterly adorable you were.”

she presses another kiss to his cheek, only to pull back with a sheepish grin. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he nods, returning the smile back to her.

she tucks the bandages in and pulls away, running her fingers over his arm. “there you go.”

“can you kiss it and make it better?” 

she rolls her eyes, bending down to the arm he held up, and gently kissed the bandage. when she leans up, he’s pursing his lips and tapping a finger to them. “now you have to make me feel better.”

shaking her head, she wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss. both his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

she pulls back, looking over him skeptically. “you’re not mad?”

“i’m in pain, but i know you didn’t do it on purpose.” he shrugs. “just don’t ever hold a knife around me again. i might start to think you’re actually aiming to kill me.”

she laughs, pushing back from him. “just finish dinner.”

/–/

“where the hell did you get that one, vincent?” georgia leans over the table, looking at vincent’s exposed arms, and the white scar that decorated his skin. “looks gnarly.”

the whole group looks down at it, but only vincent and maggie laugh. “this is the reason why maggie’s not allowed to carry knives anymore.”

“shit, mags!” georgia gapes. “you did that? what were trying to do, reenact kill bill?”

“no.” she shakes her head. “just being really dumb with a knife, and he got caught in the way.”

“yeah, sounds like you were going all kill bill. you’re not doing a good job changing my mind.”

“maybe we were doing something really kinky in the bedroom.” she shrugs. “and it went wrong.”

“or right.” vincent adds.

maggie shoves his shoulder and he laughs, grabbing her arm and tugging her against him to steal her lips.

“gross.” georgia groans. “even when you mutilate your boyfriend, you’re still adorable.

[capricxs]

"did you think i forgot?" five words prompts for whoever you choose love xo

“fact of the matter is, you guys are terrible at being discreet.” georgia shakes her head, looking at maggie and vincent in their spots. they were, of course, sitting on the same chair, with maggie curled in his lap.

“what? we can be discreet.” maggie shakes her head, but the blush was already sneaking up across her face. 

“you guys went and made out int he bathroom fifteen minutes ago. we all know. vincent still has lipstick on his neck.” bejamin chimes in.

it makes vincent reach up to his neck, swiping away with a frown as everyone in the room laughs.

“okay, so we’re terrible at being low key. is that such a shame?” 

“considering i found you guys fucking in a car a few months back.” one of the guys pointed out with a shrug. “i guess that falls on you.”

“jesus, tell everyone in the room why don’t you?” maggie shakes her head.

“that’s what i’m doing.” he laughs.

“that’s why ben and i are different.” georgia grins. “no one ever knows.”

“what do you mean?” one of them raises an eyebrow.

“mean you never know when we’re taking care of our business. most of the time right under your noses.” benjamin adds, looking at georgia from the other end of the room.

“wait, what?” vincent asks.

/–/

georgia reapplied her lipgloss when she head a pair of feet running up the stairs. wiping her hands on the tea towel, she grabbed the nob, pulling it open right as she saw benjamin stand in front of the door. “oh, hey.” she laughed breathlessly.

“that looks nice.” he gives a lopsided grin. “you want me to ruin it again?”

“if you insist.” she shrugs, and he steps into the bathroom, pushing her back inside. the door shuts behind him, and he backs her against the counter. 

“you’re telling everyone our secret, love.” he grabs hold of her chin, bringing it to look at him. “they’re gonna be onto us.”

“no they wont.” she smirks. “because we’re much too good at this.” she says, reaching for his pockets to tug him against her.

“maybe so,” he leans forward to kiss her cheek slowly. when he pulls back, he looks her in the eyes, then moves to slowly kiss her other cheek. something about the meticulousness of it made her skin crawl, in the best way possible. when he pulled back the second time, he moved in to gently brush his lips against her’s. barely touching, she felt the lightest ghost of her lips against his.

he pulls back, and she sees the slightest of sheen on his lips from her own. “they’re suspicious, though.” he grins, stepping back to grab the door. “so you’ll have to go. i have to use the bathroom.”

for just a moment, she watches him, hands braced against the counter. just lips alone, she’s already terrible uncomfortable between her thighs. “you’re torturing me.”

“maybe i am.” he shrugs. “you like it.”

/–/

“you guys brought such lovely wine.” maggie says to georgia and benjamin as they stand in the doorway. “we’re going to remember it so we can buy some ourselves.” vincent was standing behind her, holding her hand loosely in the fingers. 

“great to see you as always.” vincent nods. “now please, get off our doorstep.” he grins. “we’ve got things to do.”

“gross.” georgia rolls her eyes. “alright, fine. i’ll see you guys later.”  the door shuts close to their face, and she can hear giggling from the other end. “they’re so disgusting.” she mutters.

hearing benjamin laugh, she looks at him. his hand slides to the dip of her back as they head down the steps. “it’s sweet they’re so close.”

“it’s uncanny. do they ever breath?” georgia shakes her head.

“probably not, but i’m sure they like it that way.”

“how much do you bet they’re fucking right up against that door now?”

“well, i wont, because i know i’d lose.” he opens the door for her, closing it behind her when she climbs in. once he’s in on his side, he starts the car and pulls it away. “they’re good people though.”

“yeah.” georgia agrees, leaning her head back in the seat. “sorry if we’re not smothering like that.” she says, mostly joking. she knows she’d never be able to be like that. no matter how much he’d want it.

“it’s fine i guess. was really hoping to find a girlfriend who’d constantly be in my face all the time, and who i could do the same with. guess i just have to settle for teasing you in the bathroom.” he sighs tragically.

“yeah, about that!” she snaps back. “you left me hanging, sir. i got soaked just by your tension and i’ve been aroused all evening. did you think i forgot about that?”

“all in the fun, dear.” he shrugs, turning on the blinker and turning a corner. “you decided to wear that dress and i wanted to fuck you the second i saw you in it. imagine what it’s like for me.”

“for you? every time you speak i want your mouth on my body.”

“oh, well now we’re just trying to show each other up with how bad we wanna fuck.” benjamin rolls his eyes.

“sorry.” georgia holds her hands up in defense. “i was just making it very clear that there isn’t a moment i don’t want you inside me.”

“what about right now?” he asks, quickly.

“what?” she furrows her brows.

looking over his shoulder, he pulls the car over to the side of the road. it was late, so there weren’t exactly cars surrounding them. “get out.” he commands, un-clicking his seat belt.

“ben,” he laughs.

“get out of the car, georiga.” he says, meeting her eyes for a few seconds of intense eye contact.

she does as she’s told, getting out of the car. it’s painfully dark. only the headlights provide proper lighting around them. she looks to benjamin, who’s waving her over as he walks around the car. she does as instructed, meeting him in the middle. without hesitation, he grabbed her by the waist and placed her on the hood of the car. she squealed, grabbing onto his hands.

“hush.” he commands, leaning over her. one hand placed on the car, the other sliding up her leg, dragging the fabric of her dress with it. “you want me right now, georgia?”

“yes, sir.” she swallows, wrapping a leg around his waist. 

“good.” he smirks, tugging the strap of her dress down, kissing the skin on her chest. a sigh falls from her lips, fingers tangling in his hair. the feeling of him on top of her, her back pressed against the cold metal of the car, she shivered while she burned at the same time. 

he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the car, pushing her thighs apart. “i wont make you wait this time, promise.” he says into her skin. his fingers work to tug down her panties. she helps to undo his belt, unbuckling his pants.

she can hear trees blow around her. she wonders what happens if a car passes. do they stop? call the cops? what if it’s the cops themselves. her skin lights up and she watches the stars. only for a moment, then benjamin leans back into her vision. 

with a sudden thrust, he’s inside her. he grabs hold of her face, it’s rough, and his kiss matches that. they kiss sloppy and fast. she wraps her leg around him, hoping to bring him deeper into her. he’s relentless. fucking her on top of his car, he’s groaning into her lips. his free hand reaches to pull down her dress, freeing her breasts from their confines. he gropes her, running a thumb over her nipple, a moan getting captured in his mouth.

“more.” she begs, “more please.” her fingers twist in his hair and he does as she asks. moves away from her breasts to reach between them, teasing her most sensitive spot and making her cry out.

he told her to be quiet, but it was hard. not when she could hear the rumble of cars approaching, or the cold brisk against her skin. it smelled like pine and he had himself inside of her and he was fucking her on top of his car. everything was beginning for her attention, and she screamed out his name against his request. she gripped at his shirt, pulling him as close as possible to her. she cried how she was close, how she needed him. he did what he knew he should by moving quicker, kissing her again. 

she came with their lips against each other, her strangled moans across his face. her thighs shook. she bucked her hips to get her last semblance of pleasure. she knew he followed closely behind, his pace getting unsteady and hectic. he grabbed the back of her head, tugging her hair tightly. his nose buried into her neck and she knew he came when he let out an exasperated profanity into her skin.

she had a moment to collect herself before he slid out from her. he fixed himself before he reached down, tugging her dress down, and fixing her top. “georgia.” he said softly, reaching to brush some of her hair from her face. “we should go, love.” he grabs her hand, helping her from the hood.

“wow.” she whispers, a little wobbly at first.

“yeah.” he agreed.

“oh, my panties.” she turns around, only for him to grab her waist and spin her around.

“leave them. a little marking that we were here.” he nudges her back to the car.

“holy shit.” she whispers, a hand pressing to her forehead. “god you fuck me so good.”

“i know.” he smirks, pulling the car door open for her to get in.

once he’s back in the car, he waits there for a moment, letting out a long breath. “i’d like to see those mushy assholes do that.” he grumbles.

she snorts, shaking her head.

benjamin reaches over the middle console, grabbing her hand. “you are so good for indulging me like that.”

“not indulging you if i want it just as bad.” she looks up. “i just never would have thought to fuck on your car on the freeway.” she leans across, pressing a kiss to his lips.

his hand reaches for her hair, holding her there for a few moments longer than she intended. when she pulled back, she brushed his hair back with her fingers. “now take me home so i can shower. as hot as that was, i feel disgusting now.”

“yes, princess.” he kisses her nose, turning back to the road and putting the car into drive.

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i'm just ... "9) things you said when I was crying" for matthew & victoria

“do i look good?” victoria says softly, looking around the crowd as the two of them stand side by side.

“you’re fishing for compliments, princess.” he tries not to smile, but he can feel his lip twitch. his eyes try not to look over her figure. he’s successful. for right now.

“and so what if i am?” he sees her shrug from the corner of his eyes.

he presses his lips together, looking around. “maybe your fiance can tell you how beautiful you are.” he’s trying to hold back his smirk.

“oh my god, not this again.” he knows she’s rolling her eyes.

“what? i’m sure they’d love to see you fish compliments out of him.”

“can you just tell me i’m pretty?” she sighs.

“well, i’m just a bit bitter that he has to pretend to love you and i have to pretend i don’t. sorry if i want to cope with it by making a joke now and then.” his eyes dodge around the gala, watching everyone closely, that includes her betrothed. “then we laugh, you go put on a show for everyone, and then i fuck you when we get back. it’s a winning scenario but only if you play along.”

“fine.” she huffs, and he quickly looks back at her. “i know it’s hard enough having to sneak around, having him on top of it just makes it worse.”

“yes, that is absolutely correct, but i know you’re only doing what needs to be done. even if i constantly think about this and the idea of being your mistress makes me physically ill.”

“this doesn’t sound like a joke anymore.”

“the joke is a shitty way to cover up that i’m terrified and angry. i’m trying it out over the complete isolation thing. how’s it working?” he looks at her.

“it’s unsettling. being a comic does not look good on you.” she shakes her head. “maybe you should find a different way to cope.”

“i think you’re right.” he huffs, looking back forward.

“maybe like… talking to me?”

“i never want you to feel guilty for only doing what’s right. if i talk to you, i know i’ll get angry. i just never want it to feel like i’m angry at you. i’m angry at the situation.”

“that’s good to know.” she sighs. “i’m sorry you’re in this matthew.”

“well, it’s too late now. i’m already in love with you so kind of hard to back out.”

“such a shame.” she clicks her tongue, and he looks at her from the corner of her eye, their smirks matching. “now what was this plan about you fucking me later—?”

her sentence gets cut off when there’s a loud bang from the other side of the room. everything seems to shut down. everything around them slows down and matthew’s stopping thinking about their conversation. instead, he’s taking victoria by the head, wrapping her body in him with one arm and grabbing his pistol with the other hand.

he’s got a close eye on where the gunshots were coming from. people were screaming, fleeing for any possible exit. there’s a couple bodies dropped on the floor. he’s assessing the situation, trying to spot the risks. he can’t see anyone through the masses so he begins to make his quick movement for the escape route they’ve had laid out. more gun shots ripple into the ballroom and he’s moving quicker, victoria stumbling along with him. 

his eyes were darting around, making sure that there weren’t others coming from other angles. thankfully, their door hadn’t been ambushed, but he knew they were going to be followed. he wasn’t stupid. 

the kitchen was empty of workers when they came through. some people ran past them to find their own safety, matthew looking back to see who was coming. it was hard with the fleeing guests. it was also possible some weren’t fleeing at all. they could be running ahead to ambush later. 

the first one appeared as he was ducking out of the kitchen. “cover your ears, victoria.” he says, though not fully there in that moment. he raised his arm, firing his gun at the person aiming their own gun. he fired without thought, turning around again to keep running. it’d be a long path until they’d finally be able to make it to a safe place. everyone in the family, and those extended, had their own escape routes so as to make things more difficult. their escape route was specific to only them. he knew they’d make it outside and to a car soon enough. however, in his mind, that time would last forever.

he wasn’t paying attention to the fact that victoria was trembling in his arm. wasn’t paying attention to her quiet weeps as he moved them out. his pupils had dilated and his brain was in a different space. he was a different person.

they were now in a back hallway. they could run but he couldn’t as easily protect her that way. so instead they were walking as quickly as they could. a door opened behind him, and he looked back, extending his arm once more and firing a fatal blow. it didn’t matter where he hit, or if they were dead or not. not hurting victoria was the primary concern. by any means necessary, he kept her safe.

nothing could ever be that easy, though. he knew that these raids were bound to happen. he knew the state of things. protecting her would never be a walk in the park. the biggest threat they’d had was delirious threats of people who just needed detaining. knives brought out and screaming threats. this was planned out. this was precise. these people knew what they were doing, and they were dying for something. matthew knew what this looked like. he stared it in the face for years. he’d come out the other end again, just as he had before. 

matthew turned a corner, but as he was doing so, he heard a shot fired from behind him. it collided with his back, landing a grunt from his throat and sending his body forward. that ultimately caused victoria to fall with him. hsi body landing on top of her. “oh my god, matthew!”

he groaned for a moment, adjusting slightly so he wouldn’t crush her. “quiet.” he whispers. 

it’s hard, considering she’s crying and trembling under his body. he can hear the footsteps behind him. once it’s close enough, he rolls over, the split second of vulnerability for her leaving her open to see as he raises his pistol, taking a shot between the offender’s eyes. her shriek was loud, and should have pierced through his body, past his bullet-proof vest. but it didn’t instead he stood, grabbing her with him. “we’re almost there.” he says, ushering out once more.

“matthew, please.” she cries. 

“you have to be quiet, victoria.”

she only half follows, letting out strangled cries as he essentially carries her. her feet stumbled too much and he couldn’t let that slow them down. his eyes kept scanning from his front and his behind. they neared one of the doors, close to where there’d be a car waiting. he saw a figure standing from a small window in the door. his hand reached up over her mouth and he stopped, checking behind him to make sure no one was behind them. he let go of her for a moment, holding up a finger for her to be quiet. her cheeks were wet and she was still trembling. he moved around to the front of the door, where he was quickly spotted. the door swung open and two guns were fired at once. 

his own hit sent him stumbling, but thankfully, the body fell forward. the adrenaline gave him no time to process the bullet in his arm. he reached and grabbed victoria by the arm, tugging her out the door and shielding her in his body once again.

“matthew, you got shot!”

“it happens.” 

he lifts her up again so he can run down the final hallway, down the half flight of stairs, and out to one of the back streets, where a van waited. matthew held her close, moving carefully towards the van, gun extended. “matthew mckinney, head of security detail for princess victoria bourbon. i swear to god, if you’re here to shoot us i’ll be really fucking upset.”

the back door to the van opens and he’s met with his fellow colleagues. “jesus, matty, you got shot.”

matthew leads victoria into the van, climbing in himself. “why does everyone act like it’s a shocking thing to happen.” he sighs, taking his seat as the car lurches forward and races to safety.

beside him, victoria sits, a blanket being wrapped around her shoulders. there’s someone tending to her to make sure she’s got no wounds. he takes a good look at her for the first time. his blood is smeared on her chest, blood on her face which could be his. maybe not. she’s still shaking.

he doesn’t feel like he’s totally there. like someone else is watching her. then she reaches, taking hold of his hand. in a perfect world, that would pull him back to reality and he’d come back to her. but this is a dark world, full of his pain and everything dark inside of him consumes him. he just stares at it for a moment. he says what he thinks is a good thing to say. “it’s going to be okay, victoria.” and then look away, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go, helping as someone tried to take off his suit to tend to his arm.

he feared this moment. the one where she’d see him for how he was. he just hopes that the fear of it wont change the foundation of everything.

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early morning kiss!!! benjie & georgia

not an early morning kiss but has same Soft Energy

“you’re drunk.” maggie giggles, vincent dragging her closer in a twirl.

“i am not, i am just having a good time.” but his cheeks are pink and his breath smells a bit too much like wine.

then again, she’s just as tipsy. “you need to be stopped.” she moves to the christmas music, but still goes to grab the glass from his hand. he raises it above his head, out of her reach.

“no, it’s my wine.”

georgia sneaks up behind him, snatching it from him and tutting with her tongue. “it’s my wine now.” she chugs the rest of the glass, setting it down.

they look over when the door opens, seeing benjamin grunt as she shakes the snow from him. “there’s no way we’re going anywhere tonight.” he shakes his head, kicking off his shoes. “the car’s pretty buried, and i can’t imagine the roads are in any condition to drive.” he drapes his jacket over the back of the car. they’d been there hours, eating and drinking and playing games. georgia had been helping maggie make christmas cookies since the afternoon, which vincent supervised to make sure they didn’t burn them. benjamin didn’t get to come over until later when his classes had ended.

vincent hums, grabbing onto maggie’s hip and moving to grab his phone. with a few swipes, he’s nodding. “yeah, you’re not the only one who is recommending it. everywhere’s got a weather warning.” he clicks his phone back off and puts it on the coffee table. “well,” he gives maggie a squeeze. “no need to panic, let’s make a party of it. more wine?”

“how could i say no.” georgia shurgs. she moves over to benjamin, who’s still standing close to the door. her hands slide up his chest, rubbing tenderly. “are you okay?” she whispers.

“i’m fine.” he pushes a smile. “just never like being stuck somewhere. but if there’s any place i’d want to be stuck, it’s with these idiots.”

“i mean, if we were stuck by ourselves, we could be having our own fun.” she licks her lips.

he chuckles, hand on her neck. “that is true. this is a second to that, then.”

“alright, well let’s go figure out what these two idiots have in store of us.” she takes his hand, kissing his knuckles. when they go back into the kitchen, they find maggie, pressed against vincent, who is leaned against the counter, his hand on her lip. it’s very obvious their tongues are getting familiar with each other again.

“excuse me.” georgia hollers. “you have company.”

vincents hums, and maggie pulls away, brushing back his hair. “sorry.” she giggles. “he’s just so charming.”

“yeah yeah.” georgia grunts. “where’s the hard stuff, book boy?” she hip checks him, opening up the freezer. “you saving this whiskey for something special?”

“i guess this is that special event.” he shrugs.

georgia’s already unscrewing the top, going to their cupboard to pull out four shot glasses. “alright guys. here’s to that bitch of new york weather.” she hands everyone their shot. “we’re going to suffer here together.” she nods, doing the shot with ease.

maggie made a gagging noise when she put it down, vincent shaking his head, and benjamin stayed silent.

“how about a movie?” maggie suggested. “like a christmas story? that’s a nice one.”

“oh yeah,” vincent nods.

“is this just an excuse for you guys to try shit under the blankets.” georgia narrows her eyes.

“no,” vincent says in an over exaggerated tone. “of course not.”

“stop.” maggie playfully hits him. “no we will not be trying anything.”

“great, then we will.” georgia puts her hand on benjamin’s arm.

they did another round of shots when the movie started, and they only lasted about twenty minutes before the movie was completely disregarded for their arguments about who was the hotter 80s heartthrob. georgia was shocked and offended that benjamin was partial to winona ryder, thinking he would have been more one for molly ringwald. 

maggie didn’t even know. she just always like freddie prinz jr, who wasn’t even in the right decade. 

“you have a terrible taste in men.” georgia scoffed, drinking her glass.

“no she does not.” vincent chimed in. “her taste is exceptional. freddie was king of romcoms.”

“thank you, babe.” maggie kisses his cheek.

“of course, dear. always here to defend you.”

“gag.” georgia rolls her eyes, looking to benjamin. “so you liked ‘em brooding huh? edgy and weird and stuff?”

“sure, i just thought she could snap me in two and that was hot.” 

“yes! that’s what it was about her.” vincent exclaims, a bit too loud for everyone’s liking. maggie just patted his thigh to keep him under control. “she was hot too, yeah.” he says quietly to maggie, as if trying to defend himself.

“i know, i know.”

eventually they just turned the movie off, going back to the christmas playlist they found earlier in the evening. georgia and benjamin watched from their spot on the floor as the other couple danced. everyone was considerably drunk. even if georgia and benjamin weren’t dancing, they were having their own conversation quietly. her back against the couch, his body outstretched on the floor. her fingers trailed over his exposed bicep, her tongue frequently lathering her lips. 

“you like christmas?”

his eyes fall shut, and he hums. “it’s not the worst time of the year.”

“that’s optimistic.” she chuckles.

“no, i do like christmas. it’s lost a bit of charm since devon grew up, bt it’s still nice to just come together. now that he’s older though, i can typically go home to my family while he spends it with his mom.”

“that must be nice.” she smiles, her words warm. “i’m sure your family adores seeing you.”

“they get mad i don’t bring devon, but i know it’s a lot for him to travel like that.”

she nods. “my family just fights over who gave the better gifts and then my dad falls asleep watching football while my mom and sisters get wine drunk. my brother got smarter and just spends the holidays with his wife’s family.”

“sounds like your family is a real treat.”

“you have no idea.” she laughs.

“you know.” his hand slides up her arm, pulling her down so she’s against his chest. his fingers run through her hair, grabbing onto her tightly. “you should come with me this year.”

“what?” she bursts into laughter. “you’re drunk.”

“yeah, so?” he shrugs. “i want them to meet you. you’re special. first woman in a long time i’ve wanted to bring home to them.”

“aw,” she coos, her fingers dancing along his chest. “that’s nice. ask me again when you’re sober.”

he rolls his eyes, but can’t help but grin. “deal.” he pulls her head down, brushing their lips together softly at first, only to capture them more deeply. she takes a long breath in, pressing against his chest as she kisses him back. 

“hey!” maggie calls out behind them. “if we can’t make out, neither can you.”

benjamin releases his grasp on her, holding out his hands in defense.

georgia kisses him one more time before sitting back up.

“we should sleep.” vincent mumbled. “or at least… seek our own beds.”

“just say you want to fuck her, jesus.” georgia huffs.

“the couch pulls out. give me a few minutes i’ll have it ready for you guys.” vincent ignores her, going upstairs, only to end up tripping and causing a loud thud. maggie rushes to his aid, their laughter filling the stairs, followed by a few more softer thuds. 

georgia and benjamin sit in silence, only for a moment. once the lighter dies, georgia looks down at benjamin, who’s smirking at her. “what are you so pleased about.”

“nothing.” he shakes his head. but they both know. with another beat of silence, georgia pushes herself off, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him, harder and with far more intent this time. his hand moved to grab her ass, pressing her against him, where she can feel him get hard. 

it’s the little movements, the small grinds and what pleasure she can find from his hard on through his jeans, pressing into her, that causes her to moan into his mouth. he’s always bold, and is never a man to waist time, but now less so than usual. his hand slides under her sweater to cup her breasts, pulling down her bra to feel over her hardened nipples.

“benjamin.” she whispers, breathless. “we should wait until they’re in bed.”

“we could.” he grumbles, pinching her nipples and making her grunt. “what if we just see how far we get until they come back down?”

“you are insane.” she giggles, his lips attaching to her neck. the hand on her ass slides between her thighs, pressing directly into her, making her gasp. “benjie.” 

“yes, baby.” he purrs, his fingers moving in circles over her jeans.

“i can’t wait to have you inside me.” she moans, moving her hips back into his fingers.

“me too, babe.”

he kept rubbing her through her jeans, his other hand working her breast. his lips moved to meet her’s again when her moans were becoming to raise in volume. he could get her to be quieter, but hadn’t stopped. he only picked up pace, feeling her hip movements only suggesting she was getting closer and closer. her fingers tightened in his hair and and she was frantically moving her body against him. her words begging and pleading with him.

when she finally did come, her body trembled, shaking above him and her face pressing into his neck. her body froze for a few moments, his hand rubbing over her ass tenderly. he told her she was a good girl, and she hummed, kissing his jaw. it took a few more seconds before reality came back to her.

“they’re fucking up there, aren’t they?” georgia whispers.

“yeah, probably.”

georgia groans, her hand rubbing up and down his side. “we’ll just wait then. you made me come so we should let them do the same.”

“you’re an amazing friend georgia, really.”

“shut the fuck up.” 

she can hear his deep chuckle in his chest and it only makes her eyes fall shut. “can’t wait to have you fuck me on their pullout.”

except, in a matter of minutes, the two of them were passed out, on top of one another.

sure enough, with maggie’s legs wrapped around vincent’s hips, her top pulled down her shoulders to expose her breasts to his mouth, she came around him, a hand clasped over her mouth so she wouldn’t be heard below them. vincent wasn’t much further behind her, hips stunting in an uneven rhythm, until he came on his own, breathing down her chest.

“i love you.” he muttered into her chest, her fingers brushing his hair back.

“i love you too, vinnie.” she chuckles. “we should get them their stuff for the bed now, though.” she pats his shoulder.

“oh, right.” he lets her down slowly, letting her fix himself. he does the same, putting his jeans back on and brushing his hair into the spot it was before. “hope they didn’t notice.”

it didn’t really matter if they had or not, because when vincent and maggie came back down, with everything in their arms, they noticed the two, sleeping, with georgia on top of him, hands in his hair, and his hand on her ass.

“romantic.” vincent says to maggie.

“not any less romantic than you are.” she shrugs, taking the coffee table and sliding it back. “hey lovebirds.” she kicks georgia’s hip. “you’re in the way of us making your bed.”

georgia groans, looking up with her eyes squinted. “you guys done fucking?”

“what?” her skin grows hot and her cheeks turn pink. “how did you know.”

benjamin laughs from under her, his eyes still closed. “you two can’t be along for longer than five minutes without fucking. we just assumed.”

“i hate how right they are.” vincent chimes in.

“don’t encourage them.” maggie rolls her eyes.

georgia and benjamin don’t get up, instead they just adjust themselves to be out of the way of them making the bed. benjamin just grabs georgia further, twisting on his side to wrap his arms around her, locking her in against him. “oh thanks, benjie, this is nice.” she chokes out.

he hums, head in her neck. “goodnight.”

“you still have to keep your word, mister.” she pokes his side.

he doesn’t reply. so she lays limp in his arms, looking up and vincent and maggie help each other to set up the bed. “i’d be disgusted by what you guys just did, but you’re so damn cute it’s next to impossible.”

“very sweet of your to say, georgie.” maggie looks over at her. “we try.”

“on one hand, your love is disgusting. on the other hand, goals, you know?” she pouts.

“you two are perfectly goals, georgia.” maggie says reassuringly.

“well yeah, but like… not always.”

“i can still hear you.” benjamin mumbles.

“shush, i’m gossiping about you.”

“oh, well thanks for being up front.”

“no talking.”

maggie raises her eyebrows, looking from vincent, to maggie. vincent does the same, and he decides it’s his turn. “maybe if you two stopped fighting so goddamn much, you’d be happier.”

georgia snorts. “easy for you to say. you’re about as agreeable as a block of cheese.”

vincent’s eyes narrow, looking to maggie. she can’t help but grin as he mouths, what does that even mean? 

maggie shakes her head with a snicker. “he might be agreeable, georgie, but he’s got a point. you two are quite volatile.”

“if i may.” benjamin clears his throat. “it makes for a fantastic sex life.” his head is still buried in her neck, voice mumbled.

“see?” georgia nods.

“but aside from that,” benjamin mumbles. “georgia is the most special lady ever and even if she makes my blood boil sometimes for how overdramatic and unreasonable she can be, her passion and resilience is what I admire most about her. i wouldn’t give up the fighting if it meant giving that up in her.”

“oh,” maggie raises her eyebrows.

“really?” georgia whispers, nudging her head to try and dig his out. instead, he just pulls her tighter, and tucks his head in even more. 

“yes.” he confirms.

“well then nevermind. you guys suck.” georgia looks up at the two of them. “we’re number one now.”

“okay.” vincent nods. 

maggie and vincent go back to setting up the bed, when georgia nudges her head back to him. “i’m going to remember that for the next time we fight.”

“good luck. i’m very drunk now and i’ll tell you i was lying.”

“but you’re not lying, right?”

“no of course not.”

“good.” she kisses his temple, rubbing his back.

“okay guys, the bed’s ready.” vincent announces. he walks over to the light, switching it off, and turning on the lamp instead. “we’ll let you guys get settled. maybe tomorrow i’ll make some pancakes.”

“that sounds nice.” maggie steps over the coffee table to take his hand. “night, guys.”

“goodnight!” georgia calls back, as benjamin grunts.

she watches them go up the stairs, only to pat benjamin’s arm when they’re out of sight. “you better fuck me like you meant every last one of those words, benjamin.”

he chuckles, finally peeling back from her. he stands up slowly, knees cracking, and then bends back down to pull her hands to get her to stand. “take off your pants.”

[capricxs]

👐🏻 silent nsfw starters, vincent & maggie

she liked whent he weather was war, but the wind could breeze through and make her feel better. the sunglasses covered her face, and the straw hat that vincent bought her for her birthday would sit on top of her head. she would have to hold it steady with the wind, but she didn’t mind

she watched from her corner as vincent was mingling his way with other other guys at the grill station. she knew the food part would be his favorite part, but she hadn’t seen him as fitting with the grill dads. of course, vincent could fit just about anywhere, with anyone, and he’s listen intently to all the grill tips, when they didn’t even have a grill.

maggie, on the other hand, stayed back with her coworkers, watching as the kids ran around. there were so many of them. even with a completely open feild, and everyone working, it still felt a bit overwhelming.

“there’s like, a perfect hot dad corner.” one snorts. 

“vinnie’s not a dad.” she raises an eyebrow.

“yeah, but he fits with the ages.”

maggie hums and nods, catching the drift, but they go on.

“yeah, he’s right about that age, you guys must be kind of in crush time, huh?” she nudges maggie and her face tightens. it’s all in good jest but it makes her stomach churn having to think about it. “actually, men can have children at any age, it’s very unlikely they’d have any issues with children when it comes to age.”

“yeah. but you’re not young either, maggie.” she narrows her eyes.

“why am I suddenly being prosecuted for my own body?”

“we’re just saying, mags, that we want you guys to be happy and have the disgusting picture perfect family you deserve, but we worry that maybe you won’t get that before of you waiting.

“oh lord.” she rolls her eyes. “that’s none of your business.”

“it sure isn’t, but we’re still your friends who care. and we don’t want to pressure you, but at the same time—”

“you want to pressure me.” maggie finishes, una mused.

“no, we just want—”

“maggie!” she hears the sweet and delicate voice call ahead. saved by the precious gem of zebby, she sighs.

“i am needed, ladies.” she boes, taking off her hat so it didn’t blow away as she made her way to sebby, who was standing ina  midst of blowing away papers. “what’s up, buttercup?”

“i didn’t put something over our flyers and now there’s everywhere. i’m so sorry.” she mentions, trying to pick up the ones that were around. “i don’t know if i’ll have as many to hang up because of it.”

“oh,” she nods. “zebby, that’s alright.” she smiles, putting a hand on her arm. “everyone will be happy enough to hang out with the puppies that they’ll be willing to wait for information if you can’t give it.”

zebby chews on her lip, looking around. she bends down to pick up another flyer that blows past. “okay.”

“hey!” a tall man runs up beside them, arm full of flyers. “zebby, i ran around and tied to grab all that i could.” he holds out the stack to her. “there’s a lot then, honestly. i think we should be okay.”

maggie sees the blush creep on her cheeks, her head bowing. “oh. thank you elijah.” she blutches the stack her chest. “maybe we’re okay then, maggie.”

“who’s this?” she points the tall gentleman, 

“oh, i’m elijah, ma’am. i work for the humane society that works with the petshop frequently. we’re the ones with the puppies.” he sticks out his hand. she notes that he’s got a nice smile. probably the kind that melts girls to their knees. and would make a girl like zebby absolutely useless.

“pleasure.” she shakes his hand. “you two work together a lot?”

“sometimes.” zebby shrugs. “elijah is always good with the dogs. he can walk like, up to six or seven at a time like it’s nothing.” she giggles, looking up at him. “there was one time he tried to do nine and then the dogs overpowers him and he fell over and—” she cuts herself off laughing, maggie raises her eyebrows, looking to the gentleman to finish.

“instead of running away then just tramped me and gave me kisses. i ended up with some nasty bruises though, having some big dogs think they would stand on top of me for better angles.”

maggie chuckles. “that’s pretty funny, yeah.” she nods. “well i’m happy this all worked out. i should let you two get back to your work, huh?”

“did you see the puppies? the kids are all pretty excited but i could make them take a break for you and vincent.”

“oh, god no. he’ll just try and convince me to take one home and i have a hard time saying no to him. so please keep him very very far.”

zebby’s face gets serious. “yes, i have the same problem. it’s very hard. i promise to keep him away. elijah will too.” she reaches out, grabbing his forearm. “we’re here to get the puppies good homes with kids, not vincent.”

“thank you, i can’t have my house be a dog pin.” maggie nods. “but speaking of, i should make sure he’s okay. you guys are doing such a good job, though. and i know the school appreciates you working with them.”

they exchange goodbyes, maggie moving back across the field, going back to the grilling station. people passed, getting their food, and vincent stood above one of the grilled, listening intently as one of the guys explained what he was doing. “you guys aren’t turning my man into a griller now, are you? i don’t think i could lose him to such an extreme hobby.”

“oh i think we need a grill, babe.” he reaches for her, tugging her fingers so he pulls her right against him, hand on her waist. “i’m already convinced.

“jesus.” she sighs. “you make perfectly good food in the kitchen.”

“but this is a grill.” he points out. “imagine making meats on a grill.”

“i’ve eaten grilled food, dear.”

“well sure, but not made by me.” he grins, looking at her.

as she’s said to zebby earlier, it was hard to say no to him. he just had to look at her like that and she was completely wrapped around his finger. she’d say yes to just about anything he wanted. 

“maybe if we do some budgeting, we can fit in something small.”

“yeah! you can totally start with those tiny charcoal grills that are like thirty bucks at the store.” one of the guys chimes in, flipping a burger.

“you’re a real help, mike. really on my team.”

he holds up his hands in defense. “i am here to speak for the grill.”

“of course you are.”

“here, you guys go eat.” another steps forward, handing them both a plate, filled with fixings. “you’ve been running around all morning, maggie, go enjoy some lunch.”

“oh, thanks guys. i promise to return your new friend in a bit.”

“take your time. we’re not going anywhere.”

maggie drags him to one of the picnic tables, taking a seat beside him. when she looked at the plate, she realized finally how hungry she was. she woke up at the crack of dwn to start setting up, and had only eaten a granola bar. she wanted vincent to sleep in so there was no rush to make her breakfast. but now she had a moment to realize she had ahrdly eaten, and her stomach agreed.

she took a bite of her burger, and instantly, she melted. “okay, maybe this grill thing isn’t a bad idea.” she nods.

“right!” he exclaims, throwing an arm around her shoulder, the other hand eating his burger. “god, it’s so good.” he finishes it only a few bites, which is far faster than she’s able to down it.

“i think zebby might have a boyfriend.” she smirks.

“what?” he says, shocked. “where?”

“it’s the big guys with the tattoos.” she points in their direction, he was holding a puppy in eat arm, zebby beside him as she handed a puppy to one of the kids. they were too far to hear what they were saying but it was clear they kept laughing and looking at each other, and zebby’s body language had it written all over her that she was smitten.

“that’s pretty cute.” vincent nods.

“i know. i just hope he’s the kind of dick to hurt her.”

“she’s a big girl.”

“i know. i just want her to be happy. she’s so good.”

“yeah, i know, babe.” he rubs her back.

for a while they didn’t speak. they just ate their lunch, having hands find their way to each other now and again, having a hard time not touching each other. when their plates were finally cleared, vincent groaned.

“what?” she laughed.

“i’ve had an itch all day.” he mitters.

maggie shakes her head, her hand sliding under his shirt, she scratches him tenderly, getting the whole area of his back. 

“yeah, that’s good.” 

it’s hard not to laugh, but still be absolutely endeared. she presses her cheek to his shoulder, continuing to scratch his back. “i’m having a lot of fun.” vincent points out. “i always like these things.”

“yeah? well i know you do. this is why i invite you.”

“maybe me really excited for when we’re gonna have our own little ones run around.” he looks at her, his grin obvious.

“me too.” maggie nods, leaning up to capture his lips in a quick kiss. it wasn’t a lie. there was nothing she looked forward to more than the day she and vincent would have their own rascal group to wrangle together.

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smut prompts "you're so fucking hot when you're mad" for victoria & matthew bc i need this v badly tbh asfghkslk

victoria was talking. she was saying words that weren’t really entering into his mind. mostly just passively listening as she blabbered one about something. they were hanging back in the entrance of the ball. he kept picking the bits of hair that were stuck to her dress. it’d gotten attached to the sequins after they’d pulled each other into the coat room.

he was caught in her giggles and she was caught on his tongue. her dress was certainly unmanageable but she promised that she wouldn’t mind waiting until they were back in the room to be settled. so she took care of him between the regal coats, and he never gets used to the feeling of her mouth on him.

now, with the stands of coat fray caught on her dress, she spoke about something that didn’t have much importance, and he was nodding along, making sure her dress was still in proper position. only when her name was called, did the two straight, and matthew took his step behind her, waiting as she entered the room and everyone turned to graciously greet her. 

the unfortunate part one top of it was edward standing, waiting to take her hand. the two of them had gotten very good pretending that edward wasn’t on their radar and wasn’t hurting everything about them.  he made matthew’s blood boil but he wasn’t sure if that was the jealousy or it edward was a particularly terrible person.

he entered the room when everyone’s attention was on the two betrothed, sharing the first dance of the ball. matthew remained in his spot, close to the wall, watching over the entirety of the party.

“you two are terrible at hiding.” a voice spoke beside him and he looked to the young woman standing beside him.

“excuse me?” he raises an eyebrow.

she was young. maybe in her mid-twenties. she had a long dress which draped over her body, but drooped in enough desirable places. matthew would have thought that in another timeline, he’d quite like sharing a drink with her. she had the kind of pointed face that expressed she knew she was right, and she was going to make sure everyone knew that she was right. a dripping kind of confidence you don’t find so common.

“you seem like the kind of man who takes pride in how good you are in sneaking around. but i saw you sneak into the coat room together.” she says, matter of fact.

his face flushes and he’s about to vomit. similar to the last time they were caught, his skin is damp and he’s not sure what’s about to happen next. so he just carefully looks at her again, keeping his mouth sealed tight for the next words which he know will come.

“i wont tell.” she shrugs. “i have my own secrets, as well.” she smirks at him, looking him up and down. “and i don’t blame her. if you were assigned to protect me all day, leaning down to whisper things in my ear and put your hands on me to direct me places, i’d probably engaged in an explicit intimate affair as well.”

his eyebrows raise, not engaging in anything she was saying, but he could feet the heat flush right back to his cheeks. “who are you?”

“i’m lady in waiting for edward’s sister.” she does a small bow. “but edward quite likes to keep me around, too.”

matthew hums, unamused by the detail share. surely, she saw something similar between the two of them. however, matthew and victoria were in love, and he thought edward wasn’t capable of such a thing.

“i’m sure he’s even more of a joy to be around in private than in person.” he groans.

“he’s not much better, no.” she shrugs. “but he’s quite good at what he does and i don’t put up with his shit. he has a hard time finding women who put up with him long term. so whenever he needs me, i’m there.”

“sounds like a lovely setup.”

“what about you?” she raises her eyebrows. “the princess is far more digestible than him, do you stay for much pillow talk?”

he swallows, shaking his head. “no.” she might know they can’t keep their hands off one another, matthew wasn’t going to share they can’t keep their minds off each other. “she’s quite insufferable.”

“ah.” she nods. “how so?” her lips quirk and her thin eyebrow raises. clearly, this young woman likes to collect her gossip. 

he thinks. he considers the things he loves most about her. “she’s not a very forgiving person.” he frowns. “she doesn’t seem to have much space in her heart for others. she’s a beautiful woman with an amazing talent in bed, but i don’t respect her.”

“oh my,” she raises her eyebrows. “quite questionable for becoming queen, yeah?”

he shrugs. “i believe they’re all terrible people behind closed door.s”

“got that right.”

they looked forward, seeing as the dance ends and people make their moves to begin dancing together. edward and victoria were both looking at them. victoria with a quizzical expression, and edward looking less than pleased. 

“ah, well that’s my cue to piss off.” she chuckles, “pleasure chatting with you. i’m sure we’ll see one another more often with this beautiful marriage of questionable people.”

matthew nods, trying not to roll his eyes, but the woman slinks away, moving to the next group she can inevitably leech herself onto.

not that she was terrible, no. matthew just never bothered himself with the type of people to feed off the underbelly of the elite. he just hoped that telling her victoria wasn’t going to suffer because of the words he had spread. but he figured at the cost of the truth coming to light, it was fine.

but it’s been so long, and they’ve gotten so far deep in the lies and the covering up and exhaustion, he’s not even sure what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. all he wants is her, and he hopes that the choices he makes in the moment are good enough to keep her at his side. even if it’s in hiding.

matthew returns back to surveying the room, keeping tally of everyone in the room, and every anomaly that triggers his interest. there’s not really anything out of the ordinary, but that always makes him uneasy.

so he steps outside of the ballroom, walking where there are workers passing by. he moved back into the kitchen, the hustle and bustle of everything easing him a little as the chaos in his brain seems to get drowned out.

whatever paranoia he had seemed to be eased when he looped around, checking to make sure everyone was doing the job they were supposed to be doing. he even sneaked a bit of a snack by the lovely workers who offered one to him. it took about twenty minutes, and by the time he entered the ballroom again, the king and queen to be were marching around the room, chatting with older individuals who cooed over their precious engagement. as intolerable as edward was, he was extremely good at playing the sweet and beautiful prince. 

and victora was very good at pretending to be in love with him

it always was hard to watch, so instead he’d looked away, but they kept making their rounds closer and closer to him. they were so close that eventually he could hear the conversations they were having. it made him want to gag, hearing edward talk so highly of her. yet he knew that he didn’t care at all about her interest in relations between countries. he didn’t care that she was truthfully interested in the people of her country and their rehabilitation since the war.

he never cared to listen. but maybe matthew should be glad that he never had to compete with the prince.

but as he listened, he kept noticing that he was cutting her off from her words. never in a rude way if you weren’t paying attention, but her words kept getting pulled form under him. he kept making it seem like he was the doting partner, finishing the sentences of his lover. instead, he was just plucking the voice form her throat and smothering out the flame.

victora looked right at the moment that the anger was leaking from the pores of matthew’s face. it made her quirk a brow. she looked back to her crowd and said a few words before stepping away. she returned back to matthew.

“what’s wrong?” she whispered.

“nothing.” his jaw clenches, looking past her.

she doesn’t reply, and in a few moments, his eyes move back to her and her unphased expression. his lips press together. “i hate him.”

“well that’s not a new revelation, dear.”

“you have to be quiet.” he whispers. “someone else knows.”

“what?” she says, shocked. “who?”

“i wouldn’t be concerned, seems she’s a major gossip so i’m not sure anyone would believe her if she ever does decide to spill. she said she wouldn’t. not sure i trust that.” he’s keeping his eye drifting around them, not focusing on one person in particular.

“matthew.” she sighs. 

his jaw is still clenched. “he kept silencing you.” he grumbles. “he is truly a disgusting man. wont even respect his future queen to speak her mind.”

“matthew.” she says again. “meet me in the gardens in fifteen.”

“what?”

“goodbye.” 

she drifts out of the room, and he watches her as he dress trails behind her. 

he does as instructed, and when the fifteen minutes pass, he pretends as though he hears something from his receiver, and heads in the direction of the kitchen. he knows there’s a way to the gardens from there, so he steps out into the brisk hair. it’s not quite cold enough that he’d need a jacket, but enough to feel it on the skin.

his shoes crunch against the gravel and he looks around, hoping to see her. he doesn’t for a while, he walks deep into the gardens and only spots her when he turns his head, seeing her hiding in a corner of shrubbery, a smile on her face.

“what is it?” he asks, stepping over to her. he knows it’s a relatively secluded spot. no one would see them from the ballroom. they only could if they ventured to the garden.

she grabs hold of his wrist, pulling him closer to her. she slides his hand over the slit in her dress, gliding over her thighs, and moving his hand to her panties. his eyes widen, feeling her wet skin underneath. “you’re so hot when you’re mad.” she smirks.

“that’s what this is?” 

she nods. her hands grips his wrist tight, but he takes control himself, rubbing between her folds and listening to her moving breaths. she uses her other hand to grip onto his bicep, bucking into his hand. “fuck matthew.” 

“i don’t like seeing you two together.”

“i know baby.”

“sometimes i think about claiming you in front of him. that way he knows who you belong to.” he says in a low voice, stepping closer. his thigh presses against her. “so he can hear the way you moan my name.”

“yeah?” she whimpers.

he hums, pressing his fingers inside of her. he revels in her gasp. his slips finding her neck and taking her skin between her skin.

“matthew you’re hard.” her breath comes out shaky. “fuck me. please.”

he doens’t need much convincing. he’s already worked himself up. pulling his hand from her panties, he starts working his belt, and she fixes her dress to allow him the space. 

from the gardens, he finds himself inside of her, away from the ball, away from everything he’s hated about this. with the only person that’s ever mattered.

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👀 silent nsfw starters for benjie & georgia bc obviously,,,

he told her he’d just be late. but when she was entering the club, her phone buzzed with his call.

“you’re not coming?” she pouted on the other end, seeing as her friends brushed past her to get to the bar.

“no, i’m sorry, love. i just received an email saying the deadline for grade submissions got moved up. i’ve got a lot i need to get done tonight.”

“oh,” georgia said quietly, using her other hand to cover her ear. 

“i’ll make it up to you, promise. we’ll go out and i’ll make a whole event of it.”

“alright.” she didn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. she picked out a new dress to wear. one that was far too sparkly than it needed to be, and left a lot of skin exposed. but she liked the idea of having his hands on her skin all night.

“i’m really sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“go have fun with the girls for me, okay?”

“i will.”

they say their goodbyes and georgia’s trying to tell herself she needs to just have fun anyways. she came out with her friends, even though benajmin couldn’t make it, she should still have a night night with the girls. 

rounding back to the bar, she brushed some of her hair back and slipped her phone back into her clutch. she flagged the bartender down, getting herself something brightly covered and tasting far too fruity. 

sipping carefully, she looked around, trying to find her friends. when she finally did spot one, her eyebrows knitted together, rather confused for a moment. she was talking to a man, but his face looked familiar. then, all of a sudden, it made sense.

“oh fuck no.” she pushed herself off, walking closer to them. she watched her friend put a hand on his arm. “what the hell are you doing?”

she turned her head around, looking perplexed. “what?”

georgia turned her head, looking at the man. “what the hell are you doing?”

his face started to go white.

“you know him?” she asked.

“yeah i do, and you shouldn’t be talking to him.” georgia furrows her brows together in a frown. “in fact, you should get as far away as possible.

“what? you fucked him or something?” georgia heard the young man choke and she reached, grabbing his arm, nails digging into his skin.

“you should just trust me. you can find way more fun from literally any other man in tis room.” she gave her friend a death stare, which lasted for far too long. long enough for her to get the message that it was time to go. so she finally left, grumbling to herself. georgia stepped in front of him, still grasping her arm.

“you didn’t tell her?”

“no, because if she knew she was hitting on a seventeen year old, she’d fucking vomit.” she pauses, looking around. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“aren’t you kind of old for this place?” he scoffed.

“i’m legal.” she drops his arm. “jesus,” georgia huffs, downing the entirety of her drink, setting it on a nearby table. “this is unbelievable.” there was far too much rage in the entirety of her body, but she took a moment, pulling back her hair and sighing, to try and not let it out all at once. “i don’t know if this is regular to hit up some clubs and hit on women way older than you, but you would have seriously fucked up her life if she took you home.” her fingers reach to her temples, closing her eyes. “you’re so lucky your dad isn’t here tonight.”

“what?” devon cringes. “dad comes to places like this?”

“yeah,” she says, as if it’s obvious. “which he can do, because he’s an adult.”

“this so gross.” he whispers.

“what’s gross is you showing up here trying to act like a big man.” she grabs his arm again. “come on.”

“where are we going?”

“i’m taking you home. like a responsible adult knowing there’s a minor in the club.” she reaches the door, only to stop at the bouncer. “you let in a kid in here, you know that, right? do your fucking job better.” she gives the bouncer a jab in the chest, only to keep moving towards the parking lot.

“i don’t get what’s the big deal. didn’t you sneak into clubs when you were younger?”

she stops, groaning, and turns around. “no. i didn’t. i had just enough fun getting drunk in my friend’s basement when i was your age.” she looks around, dropping his arm. “listen, i’m not going to try and tell you not to do dumb shit. being dumb is part of the whole experience. but you can’t just show up to a place and try and ruin the lives of other people without them even knowing. do dumb shit with people your own age. what is so boring about that?”

“dad doesn’t seem to be doing that.”

“holy shit.” she laughs. “alright. why don’t you say that to his face, huh?” she grabs his arm, dragging him to the car.

“what? no. no no no. i’m sorry. don’t tell my dad. please.” he whines, trailing behind her as she drags him off to the car.

she stops at the back of her car, dragging him to stand in front of him. “none of this matters, devon. none of it! i don’t care what you think about me. i don’t care what you think about your dad dating me. i’m still going to see him. i’m still going to fuck him. you are so inconsequential to my well being. i want to be good for you because your father loves you and i love your father, but if you don’t want to respect me? fine. doesn’t fucking matter to me. whatever your problem is, and whatever rebellious act you’re trying to enact, that’s all on you.”

there’s silence in the air, and she knows she’s still grabbing him tight. so she lets go. arms fall to her side and she sighs. “do you have anything else you want to say or you want to get in the car?”

he doesn’t reply. instead, he turns on his heel and walks to the passenger side. the door opens, and shuts, and georgia is left to herself. she leans back against the truck, brushing her hair back. her blood was still pumping rapidly, the anger was still coursing through her viens. after taking another few deep breaths, she fished her keys from her clutch, moving to get in the car herself.

the car was silent, other than the radio playing quietly, and the hum of her driving on the radio. if he didn’t want to say anything, then that was fine. she’d drive him home and let him get out and that’d be enough of that. she said her piece, and if it was too harsh, and he’d never respect her again, then so be it. if he told benjamin and he got mad, then so be it. in her opinion, she was beyond right for snapping.

“i’m sorry.” he was the first to speak, saying quietly to her as she turned one of the corners.

“thank you, devon.” she says just as quiet.

“things have just been really crazy lately.” he sighs, leaning forward in the car.

“how so?” she stops at the right light, turning her head to watch him.

“my girlfriend broke up me. i’m failing one of my AP classes. my two best friends are fighting and i don’t know what to do to get them to stop hating each other. i’ve been benched for like… the last three games.”

she knew devon wasn’t a bad kid. but he was just that, a kid. a teenager no less. she knew they were assholes, and certainly, georgia was one of the worst to be around at his age. so whatever he said, she held no ill feelings. she figured there must have been something going on.

“that sounds really tough.” she nods, turning back to the road when the light turns.

“yeah.” he sighs, leaning back in his seat. “i don’t hate you, though. sometimes it’s a little weird my dad’s dating someone younger, but it’s cool.”

“if it makes you feel better, i think it’s weird sometimes. i mean, i had to explain what moon shoes were to your dad the other day.” she smirks.

he chuckles. “yeah.” he fades off, turning his head to look out the window. “you love him?”

“what?” she looks at him quickly. “what makes you think that?”

“you said it.”

“i did?”

“yeah. you said, and i quote, ‘your father loves you, and i love your father’.” he leans his back against the rest, watching her carefully, “so you love him.”

georgia hums, tightening her hands against the wheel. “uh, yeah. then i guess i do. he’s a pretty special guy. he puts up with all of my crazy and still decides i’m worth it.”

“are you crazy?”

“oh, buddy, you just got a taste of the crazy tonight.” she laughs.

“ah,” he nods. “does this mean you’re going to have kids with my dad?”

“whoa.” she nearly chokes on her own air, shaking her head. “way too early, devon. i wouldn’t even think to bring it up with him. trust me, you don’t need to worry about that. no even close to time to think about it.”

but she did think about it. maybe not with benjamin specifically, but she wanted to have them. of course, it made her nervous knowing he had already raised a kid of his own. maybe now he had no interest in doing it all over again. but georgia meant it when she said it was too early. she didn’t want to ruin anything by finding out just yet.

“okay.” and that seems to be it on that subject. “so you’re not going to tell him you saw me?”

“no.” she shakes her head. “we can call this bonding, yeah? it’ll be my secret. just promise me you’re not going to show up to another club and hit on older women. you’ll do all your dumb things with people your own age, in safe spaces.”

“promise.” he nods. 

“great.” she nods, pulling over when she reaches his house. unlocking the car door, she turns to look at him. “i’m sorry things are crazy right now, devon. i might not be a teen anymore, and i’m certainly not as cool as your father, but if you want a lady’s perspective, you can always give me a call. or, you are having a stupid night, and you need help, and you don’t want to call your parents, i’m here too.”

“okay.” he nods, unclicking his seatbelt. “thanks georgia.”

“of course. and if i was harsh on you, i’m sorry.” she nods. 

“alright.” he opens the door, stepping out. “goodnight.”

“night, kid.”

the drive wasn’t too long. she knew benjamin wanted to be close to devon, so she was at his place in a matter of minutes. 

clicking her heels against the pavement she reached his door, giving it a quick knock.

she could see his figure walking to the door. he was still dressed in his work clothes, glasses perched on his nose, but he still looked soft. after her insane trip, she was ready to be wrapped up in him.

his eyebrows raised, opening the door to see her. “what happened to club night?”

“just would have preferred to spend my night with you.” she shrugged.

he let her in, and she slipped out of her heels. she followed behind him, seeing him sit back at the table, pages scattered out everywhere. “i still have a bunch of work to do, but you can make yourself comfortable.

“alright.” she smirks, setting her clutch on the edge of the table. she grabs the back of his chair, lifting one leg over his lap. she sat down, her dress riding up on her thighs. her arms rested on his shoulder, fingers playing with his hair. 

“i have work to do, georgia.” he sighs, but his hands still press to her thighs.

“and it’s not going anywhere. i promise not to take up too much of your time, sir.” she takes a lip between her teeth, wiggling her hips on top of him. there’s a small groan that lifts from the back of his throat, causing her to bite back a grin, grinding again.

“what is this little number you’re wearing tonight, anyways?” he looks down at her, a finger playing with the hem that sits high on her thigh. 

“it’s new. i was excited for you to see me in it.” she leans forward, arms wrapping tighter.

“yeah, i’m glad i’m seeing it.” he mumbled, his lips starting to kiss along her chest. hands wrap around her to the dip of her back, holding her close again him.

she rocks her hips against him more. the lack of coverage making her feel everything all the more. he could sense that by the way she moaned, load and unapologetic. so his hand pressed against her ass, forcing her to grind harder.

fingers tangled in his hair, whispering begs to him as he used his other hand to tug her dress down, exposed her breast for his lips to attach to. 

“ben, please.” 

it was all he really needed, lifting her from his lap. he set her down on the table, directly over the papers. “you going to fuck me on top of your student’s papers?” she smirks, her legs sliding up the inside of his thigh.

“yeah, i am.” he nods, starting to unbuckle his belt. 

[capricxs]

[ dry ] non sexual acts of dominance, georgia & benjamin!!!!

the brunch was a promise to be a nice fun little event of meeting benjamin’s friend’s. georgia hadn’t really had the pleasure before. she was more excited to thrust him into her friend group, which he took very well. she was happy to return the favor now. 

she wore her tall boots and her jeans with her silky blouse. she knew that wearing something slinky to a brunch with a bunch of forty-year-olds was likely not the move to make. so she kept it refined. she could play that game.

ben was excited. his excitement made her excited. all morning he would give her little tidbits about each of his friends so she knew just who she was meeting. it got her all the more excited to be part of his world.

his hand clutches onto her’s as they walked up the steps, his thumb rubbing against her hand. “clarie’s cooking is so good, too.” he says, smiling as he leans against the frame, waiting for someone to answer.

the food was delicious. georgia sat beside benjamin, having her small moments of banter with him, but primarily spent it talking to his friends around the table. they were kind. they asked her questions about her job. she knew, because of ben’s prepping, that these people were all intellectuals like him, so explaining in great detail her grand weddings, it seemed a bit lost on them.

she’d gone to the kitchen at one point, trying to find herself a new glass for some water.

“let me.” roger, she believe it was, reached above her to a cupboard and handed her a glass. “i was fascinated to hear you talk about your work. i’ve never been married myself and the concept of weddings has always been a bit lost on me.”

“oh, yeah, they’re pretty amazing. but the kind i work on are certainly an acquired taste.” she chuckles, moving to the fridge to fill her glass. “never been married though, huh? there’s usually a story there.”

“no, just never found someone who gave me the spark.” she turns around, seeing him lean back against the counter.

“too bad.” she nods, sipping her glass.

benjamin makes his way into the kitchen, seeing the two of them talk. “hey,” he says, placing a hand on georgia’s arm. “you alright?”

“yeah,” her tone was puzzled. “why wouldn’t i be?”

he shrugs, looking to his friend. “you guys having a nice chat?”

“apparently roger has never found the one.”

“it’s true.” he held up his hands. “very jealous your lady here gets to live in her romantic fantasy.” he smiles. “like to go there one day.”

“right.” benjamin nods, only to turn back to georgia. “hey, i left a gift for claire and ern in the car. can you grab it for me?”

“what, are your feet broken?” she snorts.

“in this current moment, yes. they are absolutely shattered and i need you to come to my aid.” he bends down, kissing her cheek.

“fine.” rolling her eyes, she moves back and leaves the kitchen, going towards the door. it’s only a few seconds before benjamin can hear her shouting. “ah, christ, ben, it’s pouring!”

“you’re not made of sugar!” he calls back.

“if i get sick i’m blaming you.”

he rolls his eyes. the door opens and shuts and he looks at roger. “can i help you?” he crosses his arms.

“she’s nice.” he nods, holding a small smirk.

“yeah, no shit she’s nice, she’s my girlfriend.”

“i’m not trying to do anything.” roger holds up his hands.

“i know how you get your women, roger, stop fucking around.”

“oh calm down, benjamin.” he rolls his eyes. “stop thinking so highly of yourself that everyone’s after your girl.”

“i’m no the one i think highly of.” he grunts. “now if you excuse me, i’m going to grab a towel for when she gets back.” he leaves before roger can respond, going to the bathroom to grab himself one of the towels. he waists by the door, opening it when he sees her running back in.

“fuck you.” she pants.

“thank you, love.” he coos, taking the gift from her hands and setting it on the counter. he throws the towel around her shoulders, looking up to see roger walk around the corner, watching them. benjamin keeps his eye contact, rubbing over her arms. roger passes by, and benjamin turns back to georgia. “i’m sorry i got your hair all ruined.” he frowns, patting over her hair.

“i got real nice for your friends and then you send me out to get it ruined.” she huffs.

“i know.” he frowns. “i had to just assert my dominance, though.”

“what the fuck does that mean?” she leans back.

“had someone being a bit too chummy is all.”

“and i had to go into the rain for your pissing contest.” 

“just a little collateral damage is all.” he shrugs.

“oh my god.” she rolls her eyes, tugging the towel tighter.

he leans in, brushing his lips against her ear. “when we get home, i am going to show you who you belong to.”

georgia’s eyes get wider, and her lips press together. shuffling on her feet, she clears her throat. “i had absolutely no doubt about that but if you insist.”

“i do.” he smirks, a hand snaking around her hip, into the back pocket of her jeans. “it can be a reminder for the people around you.”

“the last time you marked me, i had to by clown makeup to get it covered.” she leaned in and hissed.

“are you… giving me an attitude right now, georgia?” his eyebrows pull together, brushing back her wet hair. “am i going to have to do something about that later?”

georgia leans back, shaking her head. “no, i’ll be good.” 

“good.” he grabs her face in a single hand. “you look beautiful today.” he smiles, leaning forward to bring her lips to his, giving her a tender kiss. 

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🛏 carry my muse to bed victoria & matthew

“matthew, will just get into bed with me?” victoria sniffs. his voice is heavily coated over with mucus and the sound makes his nose crinkle just a bit.

“if i get into bed, you will kiss me. if you kiss me, i will get sick.” matthe is standing by the door of her bedroom, which is all the ay on the other wise of the room. even this, he finds, is not enough distance.

“matthew.” she coos, her arms lifting from under her blankets to reach out for him. “i haven’t been able to sleep at all, i just want you in bed with me to help me sleep.”

“i’m afraid i can’t do that, princess.” he shakes his head.

he sees her make grabbing motions with her fingers, one lip jutting out from under the top one. it makes him a bit weak, seeing her so adorable. wrapped up in blankets and with tissues astray. but he knows if he gets sick, it’ll just hurt his job.

“please.” she says softly. 

“no.” he looks away, hoping if he doesn’t look at her be adorable, he wont have the temptation.

eventually, he found his way into her bed. and just as he suspected, what was matthew holding her, fingers through her hair, trying to ease her into slumber, turned into victoria wiggling around to capture her lips in his. he had a hard time rejecting her lips. they were soft and sweet. they might have tasted a bit like cough medicine but he didn’t think about it. 

and then, of course, it ended with clothes thrown to the ground, with mixtures of laughter and moans. she kept wheezing when he did something right, which only made him more concerned, but she promised she was alright. 

at least, after everything, with his hands spread over her stomach, the other brushing back strands of hair, she was finally able to sleep. he was thankful he could grant her that gift in this suffering of sickness.

it did, however, land him terribly ill a couple days after. he dragged himself out of bed, only to bring up last nights dinner in the toilet. he cursed himself for being so weak for her, now with his joints aching and his mind fuzzy. he downed whatever pills sounded right to take and drank lots of water before going down to meet victoria for breakfast.

“good morning, your highness.” he nodded, knowing he must have looked clammy.

“good morning, matthew.” she nods, taking her seat. her eyes linger on him though, looking skeptical. “did you not sleep well last night, matthew?” he tone is still formal, them being out in the open still. “your face doesn’t look… right.”

“very flattering, your highness, but no, i did not sleep well.” he narrows his eyes.

she gets up from her seat, having not touched her food. “i see.” she approaches him, placing a hand on his forehead. “oh my, that’s a problem.”

“it’s fine, victoria.” he looks at her a bit stern. “just a cold.”

“certainly not a cold, matthew. you need rest.”

“i do not, i am fine. just a bit of a cold.”

“i will call someone to take your shift for today, you need to go back to your chambers to sleep.” she takes a moment to think, then adds, “actually, why don’t you go home. i’m sure it’ll be better to rest in your actual bed.”

“no, i’m fine. but a cold.”

“i swear to god, matthew. you tell me it’s a cold one more time…” she warns

he sighs, though it comes out hoarse and gruff. “i don’t need to rest.”

victoria’s already moving, going to another room to talk over getting another guard to watch over her. matthew frowned, looking around to see the other guard by the door. he shrugged at matthew, and he huffed.

when victoria came back, one of his colleagues followed behind her. “clayton will take over for you today. please go home.”

“i will only rest, but i will stay here.” he nods. “i assure you i will feel better tomorrow and will work.”

“i assure you, with a fever like that, you certainly will not.”

matthew sighed, turning around. “i’m still staying here though.” 

“fine.” victoria said from behind him. “rest well matthew.”

he grunted, shaking off her words.

he hadn’t made it to bed by the time he got back to his chambers. his stomach made itself empty again in the toilet. there, he found the floor far more comfy and easier to access than getting all the way back to his bedroom.

it wasn’t until there was a knock on the door that he stirred awake, but victoria was already entering before he could fix himself.

“jesus christ, matthew.” she says in a hushed tone, rushing to his bathroom. “have you been here all morning?”

“potentially.” he groans. “i was just so comfortable.”

“heavens.” she huffs. “come on, get up.” she grabs his arm, putting it around her shoulder to try and lift him up. of course, he was a much larger man that she was, so she grunted with difficulty as she started to drag him back to the bed. “why do i have to love such a heavy man?” she said, mostly to herself.

“frail men make terrible lovers.” matthew mutters.

“thanks for the tip, dear.” she grunts, getting him to the bed, she sits him down. bending down in front of him, she begins to untie his shoes, slipping them from his feet. “do you want to keep your socks on?”

“sure.” he sighs. “keep me toesies warm.”

“that they will.” she raises herself, kissing his head. “you are delirious, are you?”

“maybe so.” he shrugs. 

she slides him out of his jacket, setting it on the back of a chair. she starts unbuttoning his shirt, and following that, she undoes the straps of his vest. “arms up.” he does as instructed, and she tosses the vest on the ground. lastly, she slides him out of his pants, adding it to the pile she created on the floor. “now let’s get you in bed.” she undoes his covers, and he wiggles to the top of the bed, getting his legs under. it’s a slow process, but he does manage. once he does, she brings to covers back up to his chin. “how’s that?”

“warm.” he nods. when he looks at her, he gives a small smile and reaches to grab her chin. “you are so lovely, vicki.”

“vicki?”

“that sounds nice, doesn’t it?” he hums, rolling onto his side.

her eyes widen, watching him as his breath steadies. “will you lay with me, please?” he reaches behind him, trying to grab her hand. “the least you can do for getting me deathly ill.”

victoria snorts, and as much as she’d like to reject him, she climbed into bed behind him, running her fingers through her hair. “just get some sleep, matty.”

“that sounds dumb.” he grumbles.

“now you know how it feels.”

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💋another silent nsfw starter for mags & vincent!!

“you’re not listening to me.” maggie says, raising her eyebrows at vincent, who seems to be lost in his own moment.

“you’re right.” he nods. “my mind is a little busy.” he waves his fingers around his head, then shaking his head.

they’ve been walking around his bookstore, going over the day and things. she stopped by after he said he wouldn’t be home for the night. she’d missed him far too much to stay by herself with the dogs. so she made herself dinner, fed the animals, and then headed over to the bookstore. it seemed there was a reason he wasn’t coming home.

“wanna tell me about it?” her hand reaches up his back, rubbing tenderly.

“numbers this month weren’t too great. they weren’t great last two months either. i just hoped they were outliers.” he rubs his jaw, looking down at her. “if i don’t pick it up for the holidays, things are going to get into pretty risky territory.” he frowns.

maggie nods thoughtfully. she knew that vincent had a job that was far riskier than her own. people would always need teachers. he had a whole business to run. it was a good business, but the world around them was changing, and maybe it wasn’t as affluent as she thought. “let’s not worry about that until we get there. and once we do, we’re in this together. you’re not alone, vinnie.” she smiles. 

“thank you.” he nods, snaking an arm around her waist. “i just wished it wasn’t like this.”

“i know.” she nods. “me too.” she gives his back a pat. “but you do such amazing things here, i shouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“yeah.” he nods. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome.” she looks around, fingers brushing over some books. “is the kid here?”

“no. he has classes tonight.” 

“okay.” she nods. 

“did you have a nice day?” he changes the subject, looking at her as they turned one of the corners in the shop.

“sure, yeah. no different than any other. kind of wanted you home tonight.” she presses her lips together. “but i understand.”

“so you decided to come here instead.” he chuckles.

“i really wanted to have you home tonight.” she shrugs.

“as opposed to other nights when you… don’t?” he raises an eyebrow.

“no, i do. just tonight i had things planned.” she shrugs casually.

“what kind of things?” he grins, knowing where the conversation was going.

“sexy things, i don’t know.” she blushes, looking away. “i just wanted you home.”

“you know just how to distract a man, maggie.” he licks his lips. “do i get to hear these things?”

“no just like, i just wanted you home and to do things to you.” she hides her face even more. “don’t make me say more.” her hand reaches to cover her red cheeks. 

“well you could always show me.” he pulls her against his side, making her hand peel away. 

she raised her face from her hand and looked up at him. “i don’t think it’s appropriate for the bookstore.”

“i think it totally is, whatever you have planned.” he looks around. “not like we haven’t done things here before.”

“yeah but those were like… gentle… and slow.”

he gapes. “oh, so you don’t want to slow and gentle, huh?” he inches closer, fingers reaching for the hem of her dress. “you want someone to fuck you hard and fast tonight?” he grins.

“maybe part of it, yes.” she nods, her lips going dry.

“part?” he repeats. “jesus, mags. just let me fuck you.” he reaches for her skin, groping her ass firmly in his hand.

groaning, she lulls her head back. looking up at him, he can see him staring him down with his eyes darkened. she wants nothing more than to have him. everything she spent her whole day thinking about, she thinks could be attempted here. looking at their surroundings, she sighs. “you make a convincing case.” she reaches up, brushing back some of his hair.

“i know i do.” he nods, squeezing harder. 

“but i wanted to be the one to fuck you.” she says quietly.

“oh.” he nods, “i think that can be managed.”

she laughs, moving to push him against the bookcase, kissing him hard. he could hold onto her, pressing her into his hips. he was already growing hard just from the first kiss. she tugged on his collar harder. 

one of his hands reached to cup the back of her thigh. her leg raised, foot pressed against one of the shelves. she used to extra bit of angle and leverage to grind against him, causing him to moan into her lips. her fingers moved to tug at his sweater, pulling it clean off his head and throwing it onto the ground. 

with her fingers running up and down his chest, she moved her lips away to his neck, kissing and biting and listening to every breath and moan he was making. she wanted to make him feel every bit of her. with his hand sliding up her thigh, under her dress and cupping her ass again, he pressed her harder, feeling her warmth through her pants. she loved hear him. loved being the reason he was falling apart.

he pulled away to tug at the string on her waist, causing the dress to fall open. there he was able to get his feeling of her, cupping her breast, running his hand down her waist, everything in between. she bit harder, hearing him gasp, only to moan her name at the end. 

when she pressed her weight on the shelf again, grinding against his crotch, she heard a snap, and a hard thud. instantly, she pulled back, seeing that the shelf had been broken and books at collapsed over. “oh my god, vinnie! i’m so sorry.” she put her hand on her mouth.

“don’t worry about it.” he sighed, tugging on her hand as he got onto the ground. “just fuck me.”

she straddled over his hips, looking down at him with a grin. “so you liked all that i was thinking about?” she lets her hand run over his stomach. “there was more involved but this will do.”

“i’ll make sure to be home so you can fully execute at a later date.” he says, hands on her thighs.