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psychedelic-ink · 11 months

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𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

genre: smut, office romance

word count: 5k

summary: a week after walking in on your boyfriend fucking someone else, Max gives you the day off. You leave, unaware that you dropped your watch. Much to your surprise, he brings it to you. Your relationship with him escalates in the following days.

warnings: office sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, use of 'sir' & 'good girl', piv, dom/sub dynamics, very mild degradation (he calls you his cocksleeve like once), dumbification if you squint, soft!max at times

a/n: I drafted this months ago and only now I finally finished the fic, I have no idea why I waited this long especially since I'd written most of it back then but other wips got in the way--sorry Max lmaodvdf this is my first time writing for you and I hope I did you justice 🖤 I rewatched his scenes and I'm still so horny for this man it's making me look stupid

Max’s office is the nicest one of everyone who works in this building, albeit a bit darker. There’s a succulent on his desk that reminds you of a translucent star and you can’t seem to draw your eyes away from it. His voice is smooth and melodic but you aren’t really listening. Your hand moves over to your watch, feeling the coolness of metal underneath your fingertips. It’s nice.

It’s safe to say that you’re not really paying attention to anything.

Your eyes are wet still, a sting every time you dare to blink. It’s been a week since you found your boyfriend screwing someone else on the couch in the living room. The image still lingers in your head, taunting you.

While you stared, unblinking as they scrambled for their clothes, all you could think of how happy you were that they didn’t use the bedroom.

Now that the relationship is over it’s easier to see the red flags. The way he belittled you, your passions, the things that you enjoyed. Your body, your cooking, anything you did was never enough for him. It was an open invitation to mock you for who you were. And that was the least of it, he never touched you, and you had to beg him for sex— not in the fun kind if you might add. You feel so fucking stupid for trying to make him happy.

“You’re not listening are you?”

You flinch upon hearing the question, eyes finally snapping away from the succulent and turning to Max. You didn’t mean to be so obvious about it. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. . . Great, another person you couldn’t make happy no matter what you did.

“You’ve been like this all week. Is there something going on? You can take leave if you need to, you’re not really much use like this anyway”

His words sting but you can’t really blame him for it. Though you did find it funny that as an immortal he was so pressed for time.

“Sorry,” you say and he looks at you, really looks at you. Brown eyes move from your eyes to your lips, his own tongue darting out to wet his own. “I’ll do better just some... personal stuff going on,”

“Family?”

“Shitty breakup.”

“Oh.”

Max appreciates bluntness. You figured that one out on your first day here. He isn’t a fan of keeping anything that might affect your work bottled up. He doesn't like the guessing game either. If there’s something wrong he wants to know and if he can he’ll fix it. Not that he can really fix a broken heart.

He suddenly stands up, making his way around the desk. He lends against the edge, hands on his lap. Instictecly you curl your fingers around the armrests. Max is pretty docile for the most part, unless he’s hungry. But the way he’s looking down at you, brows relaxed and a faint smile tugging at his lips, it makes your heart drop. He’s a walking corpse but his eyes are more alive compared to most people you’ve met.

“I’m sure you’ll be happier without commitment wearing you down,” he says, voice dropping, barely above a whisper. You shudder and fail to see the way his fingers twitch. “Don’t think about it, relax, sweetheart.”

And you do. It’s like warm water dancing over your skin. Your shoulders slump, your body limply sinking into the chair. A lazy smile spreads across your lips and he smiles back, teeth winking at you between his plush lips. “That’s it. You’re not feeling anything now, are you?”

You giggle, shaking your head. Even your heartbeat slows, the tips of your fingers tingling with pleasure—

You blink, pinching your brows, you slowly roll your shoulders and hear your bones crack. Max is gazing at you with utmost curiosity, thumbs drumming silently.

Then it hits you. The fucker is using his powers. Fucking vampires.

“Stop it,” you hiss, your body relaxed but mind racing. He rolls his eyes and waves his hand as a sign of dismissal. The tension that had disappeared from your muscles return at full force, and you jolt. “You shouldn’t do that,”

“I was trying to help,” he answers without a care in his tone. He buttons his vest and gestures with his head to the door. “Take the rest of the day off. Sort yourself. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

“But—”

“Just go. It’s fine,” when you fail to look convinced, he pouts and draws a cross over his chest. Ironic. “I swear. Now go, take the day off, collect your thoughts or whatever you need to do,”

You leave without pointing out the irony of him making a cross over his non-beating heart. You’ve worked long enough to know that if the boss wants you to take the time off, you take the time off.

Max drags his palm over his face, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he hops off the desk and turns to look at the empty seat you left behind. He’s not sure if he should be condoning this kind of behavior. He doesn’t want people barging in here asking to leave with the most minuscule of problems. But it isn’t typical of you to be distracted so he decided that you earned it.

He’s curious about what kind of man would be stupid enough to leave you, let alone make you look that sad. Not that it’s any of his business.

Max is amidst turning on his heel when he sees it. A small sparkle on the carpeted floor. Cocking an eyebrow, he leans over with his hands in his pockets. A watch?

That’s right you had a watch when you came in, you were playing with it while he was going over the weekly sales. You must’ve dropped it. Looking almost bored, he scoops it off the floor and stares at it. He sees your initials written on the back, a pretty, delicate little accessory.

Surely you would miss it. He knows your address due to dragging your drunk self back home after an office party— so maybe he should bring it to you. Max sighs and flips the watch over. He has time to make a quick stop.

He leaves the office with the watch snug in his pocket. It really isn’t his style to be nice, or remorseful, but he does feel a tad guilty using his powers on you. He genuinely did think he was doing some good. It did look like you were feeling better until you broke out of the trance.

Max steps into the elevator. The tedious music loud and scratching his ears as always.

Taking a day off isn’t going as smoothly as you had hoped.

Initially, you thought you would binge your favorite shows and eat a bucket of ice cream. Instead, you ended up staring blankly at the ceiling, arm dangling out from the side of the bed. It’s a shitty feeling. Your heart feels heavy and uncomfortable. Maybe Max taking away the pain wasn’t so bad after all?

There’s a loud knock on the door and you jump. Every bone in your body aches, your heart beating fast as you head to the living room. You’re praying to every god you know that it’s not your ex. You don’t want to deal with him. Especially not today.

You take a deep, calming, breath. It’s okay. He wouldn’t just show up now, would he? Stupidly enough you don’t look through the peephole before yanking the door open, the person that lurks on the other side takes you by surprise completely.

It’s Max.

What the hell?

“Hiii,” he says with a smug grin. He lifts something to your line of vision and it takes you a moment to recognize your watch. “Found this, thought you might miss it.”

Blinking, you open your palms and he drops it. It feels like a dream. “Uh…thanks,”

“You’re welcome,” he peers over your shoulder, looking into the dimly lit apartment. “So how’s your day off going?”

“Not as fun as I hoped,” you give him a bittersweet smile. His eyes meet yours, and you see your reflection in them, so bright. “Do you want to come inside?”

A shudder climbs your spine when something dark crosses his face, eyes becoming sharper. Your stomach churns and you swallow, fingers tightening around the watch.

“Would love to” he chirps, practically jumping over the threshold. “Thank you for the invite, much obliged.”

“You really can’t come in without being invited?” you ask, closing the door with a push of your heel.

“Nope,” he answers, emphasizing on the p. “Why do you think I left you at the door after the party? You were too drunk to say ‘come in’ I basically had to push you through the door just so you could crawl the rest of the way to your bedroom,”

“I honestly thought you were just being an asshole,”

He scoffs, “I am an asshole. Just not to the people I like,”

He drops down to the couch, which in return makes your stomach sink. You really need to burn it, you don’t think you can have it in your apartment anymore. You sit across from him, placing the watch neatly on top of the coffee table. “I wasn’t aware you liked me,”

“Let’s say tolerate. I like your work ethic.”

“Thank you?” you answer, unsure.

“You’re very much welcome.”

You’re not sure why you invited him inside. He doesn’t drink coffee unless it’s morning, and he doesn’t really like to eat as far as you could tell. The silence is deafening and uncomfortable. You part your lips to ask if he would like tea or anything else but he beats you to it, gaze fixated on you.

“So, how did it happen?”

Your throat goes dry, “What?”

“The break-up,” he shrugs and leans back into the couch, you internally cringe. “Do you want me to break his neck or something?”

“What—No!” you’re horrified but can’t ignore the way warmth blossoms in your chest. You’re highly aware that he’s joking, however, it’s still a nice thought that someone actually cares enough to get pissed about it. “Where did that even come from?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure I like seeing you so sad. It’s unnerving.”

“Sorry that my misfortune is bothering you,” you answer, crossing your arms. “He cheated on me, and I’m only now realizing how shitty he was.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,”

“So I do need to break his neck then?”

You laugh.

You aren’t expecting it, but here you are rubbing tears from your eyes as you laugh with your whole body. There’s just something about the way he said it; as if it was the most normal thing to do. He seems to enjoy the way you laugh. Smiling wide and bright, watching you with fond eyes.

After minutes, your laughter starts to die down, softening into breathless giggles. You’re surprised to find that Max is still smiling at you, no smugness, no cockiness, just an earnest smile.

“Thank I really needed that,” you say, heat building at the base of your spine. “Sorry if I worried you. It’s been a bit rough lately.”

“We can’t all be perfect every second,” he grins, he flattens his palms over his thighs, moving them up and down. Your breath hitches, eyes involuntarily dropping to his crotch. You’re flustered all of a sudden. He tilts his head, tongue poking out of his cheek as he gives you an open-mouthed smirk. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

Your eyes snap to his face, cheeks burning, “Nope. Not—Not at all,”

He leans forward, placing his elbows on his thighs. There’s a table in between but you feel as if he’s a breath away. You swallow, goosebumps rousing over your skin.

“You know I can smell it right?” he purrs. “I can smell the arousal gathering between your legs. I can hear the way your heart is beating… That asshole had no idea how to fuck you properly did he?”

Your pussy bottoms out at his words. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’s right, you don’t want him to know how badly you want him inside. For him to whisper praises into your ear as you squirm around his cock. You lick your lips. He’s not using his powers, you can tell. Yet you still want to blame it on the fact that he’s doing something to make you feel so hot and bothered. But it’s not him, just you.

You’re not sure when you started to have the hots for your boss, but clearly, there was something there. Lurking in the darkness of your mind.

“Look at you,” he coos, eyes raking over your body. “So sweet and afraid. Let me be the first one to say that he didn’t deserve you. Not in the slightest,”

“Max…” you warn.

“Yeah…?” he mimics your tone, smile somehow wider. “Would you want to get coffee before work tomorrow morning?”

The question catches you by surprise. You observe him for a brief moment, he seems dead serious—at least the amount of serious Max Phillips can be.

You nod.

Your first early morning coffee date with Max goes exactly how you expect it to go. You pay for both coffees as a thank you. He found it unnecessary but grumbled a thanks anyway. He talks a lot about work; about sales, about his time in Romania. But mostly work. You do appreciate the distraction though so you don’t complain. You pitch in, telling him ways the company could improve but also adding that you want to quit one day and do something better with your life.

The following mornings follow the same pattern. Mostly conversations about work, and sipping coffee. That is until Tuesday rolls around. It’s an especially cold morning and you find yourself huddling closer to him as the two of you sat on the bench. He doesn’t really seem bothered by the cold, which makes sense since he’s cold-blooded.

Max’s eyes drop to your trembling fingers that were curled helplessly around the coffee cup. You notice his frown, his gaze lifts back up to meet your eyes. “Do you want to go inside?”

“No, I’m good. Besides it’s too early to start working.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “We do get here early don’t we.”

“I mean…we don’t have to. But I have been enjoying our mornings.”

“So have I,” he chews on his bottom lip, instinctively moving closer to you when he feels a shudder crawling up your spine. “It sucks that I can’t really warm you up—being undead and all— This would be the perfect moment to hold your hands.”

Funnily enough, he does manage to warm you up. You look down at your hands, the cup only half full, you place it to the side. Max truly had been a balm to your broken heart these past couple of days. He never got overly flirtatious again as he did in your apartment, some part of you is disappointed that he didn’t.

“You can—” you lick your lips, the wetness furthering the chill. “You can still do that. If you want to.”

“Yeah?” he moves his jaw, eyes dropping to your lips. “You’ll be colder.”

“I think it might be worth the risk.”

Max brings your hands to his lips, brushing your knuckles and kissing each finger individually. You shudder. He wasn’t wrong, he was awfully cold. But you weren’t wrong either, it’s worth it. Hundred percent. His mouth moves over the back of your hand in the shape of waves, the pit in your stomach rolling, and butterflies fluttering in your chest. His eyes meet yours and you’re mesmerized by him. His eyebrows raise, lips kissing the curve of your wrist, laying a path to the inside, he drags his teeth over the skin right above the vein.

A sudden fear spikes from your feet to your neck. He wouldn’t, would he?

“Are you afraid of me?” the question is whispered with a breath into your skin. Everywhere except the tip of your nose is warm. He looks at you with heavy eyelids, lashes kissing his cheeks every time he blinks.

You don’t have an answer, but you know what he needs to hear.

“I’m not.”

Before you can blink his lips mold into yours. He traces the seam of your mouth with his tongue eagerly, and you part your lips, allowing him to taste and dominate. With both hands he holds your wrists firmly, pulling you close until you’re basically flush against him. Max inhales as he presses deeper, licking the inside of your mouth and swallowing your whines.

He breaks away from you with a smile, you see the flash of fangs.

You gently knock on the already open door. Max is positively exhausted. His eyes snap from his computer to you, he sighs and signals you to enter with two fingers. You close the door when you enter.

“Are we still good for dinner?” you ask, feeling slightly foolish now that you were standing in the middle of his office.

“Sorry baby, not today. These assholes managed to mix everything up, need to fix all that so I’m going to be here late,”

You try very hard not to look disappointed. You already know you failed when you feel your bottom lip starting to quiver. You ball your hands into weak fists, pushing your nails into your skin. He notices, a moment of worry crosses his face.

Tonight wasn’t really a date, or anything important. It was just dinner.

Then why are you so upset?

You neither move away nor lean in as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs, and you exhale at the way you can feel his chest move underneath you.

“Nothing, just—Don’t worry about it. I’m just being clingy. I know you’re busy,”

“Clingy? Oh, sweetheart,” he rolls his chair back and slaps his thigh. “Come, sit on my lap.”

“Uh…” your eyes flit between his spread legs and his face. “Excuse me?”

“Just get your gorgeous self over here.”

Swallowing, your legs move on their own. Your heart does somersaults in your chest. His smile never falters as you slowly lower yourself down, feeling his frame under you. Your insides clench. Your arms shake. You feel his breath on your neck when he guides your arms around his neck. He presses his lips where your neck and chest meet, heat coils in your stomach.

“Max…”

“You could never be too clingy,” he murmurs. “And even if you were I would love it. I’m actually really happy you came over, I was starting to think this thing between us was going nowhere.”

“You want it…to go somewhere?”

“Of course, I fucking do,” he snaps, looking up, glaring at you. “Do you think I come here that early just to drink coffee—I like spending time with you.”

You feel yourself start to tremble as his hands move up your thighs and cup your ass. He squeezes gently and you gasp, your skin prickling under his touch. His lips move away from your neck, pressing soft kisses up your jaw until he reaches your ear.

"I want to take this further," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to fuck you, sweetheart. Bend you over this table and make you scream my name because I’m sure haven’t been screaming anything for a while."

His hands move around your body, tracing the line of your spine and the curves of your hips. His touch is gentle and yet rough at the same time, your heart beats faster with each passing second. You melt into him, wanting more, wanting him.

“I want to feel your wet cunt around my cock,” he groans, dragging his teeth down the column of your neck. His voice drops an octave. “Let me fuck you sweet thing.”

You pause for a moment, and then you nod, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yes," you whisper. "Yes, I want this too."

Max smiles, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips, and he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling it and slipping his tongue into your mouth. Pulling you closer—inhaling you—he cups your head from both sides, and groans into your mouth. You feel the growing wetness between your legs, your body having a mind of its own, you grind down on him, shuddering as you feel the hard length under his pants.

“Needy,” he tuts, gripping you by the neck. You hiss when he yanks you back, the rest of your body falling still. “You’ll take what I give you. Is that clear?”

“Yes—” you bite the inside of your cheek. “Yes, sir.”

Your cheeks burn as his eyes widen momentarily. Then he closes them, taking a steady breath, he cocks his head to the side. A soft hum echoes in his throat.

“I like that,” he purrs, opening his eyes. “Say that again.”

“Please, sir.” you choke out.

Max's grip tightens as he bends you over the office table. You gasp, your skin hot as he shoves your pants down to your knees. While you kick them off, you hear a zipper, feel the weight of his cock on the top of your ass. Your face is directly staring at the door— If someone were to waltz in, the first sight to greet them would see you taking your boss’s cock. However, you can hardly care when his warm breath fans your neck, his breathing uneven and rushed.

He slips his hands down and cups your ass, kneading and squeezing as he shoves you further against the cold desk.

"You look so sexy like this," he growls, his cock pushing against your ass as he presses himself against you. His hands move up your body, and he starts tugging at the buttons of your shirt, loosening them one by one. His lips brush against your ear and you shiver in anticipation as his hot breath tickles your skin.

"Say. It."

It’s a threat and some wicked part of you is tempted to exhaust his patience. His hands move down your body, and his fingers start to tease your nipples as he traces circles around them. Then, when you don’t answer, he pinches them harshly.

Your body jerks at the sharp pain, an acute moan rips from your throat.

“Fuck me, sir. Please.”

“You sound so good like this, begging for my cock,” he purrs. “I’m going to go easy on you today sweetheart, but don’t expect me to always be so nice.”

He slides his hands lower, and his fingers slip between your legs, teasing and caressing your wetness. Your eyes roll back as his fingers start to penetrate you, and you grind downs in search of more. Wanting him deeper, wanting more of him.

“So fucking wet,” he coos, he pulls out his fingers, smearing wet streaks across your hips. He nudges his cock between your folds and rocks his hips, the catches against your clit and a loud moan rips from your throat. “That’s my girl, and you thought I didn’t want this. What kind of idiot wouldn’t want this pretty cunt? Hmm?”

“Max, please. . .”

You hear the growl that rattles his chest. Closing his eyes, he cocks his head to the side, tongue tracing the edges of his fangs. “I really love hearing you beg,” he groans. “And the blood rush in your veins.”

Your breath catches in your throat—and in one smooth thrust, he slips inside of you. You clutch the edges of the desk, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Suddenly the rest of the world blurs and it’s just you and him. He stretches you perfectly, his length deep enough to hit all the right spots. His hands smooth a path up your spine. You practically purr at the feeling. You whimper, and when you do, his lips are on your neck in an instant. His body a cool, yet comfortable, blanket on top of you.

“Good girl. Look at you, being so obedient,” he licks the salt off your skin. “You feel so good, baby. The perfect cocksleeve for the boss.”

“Oh god—” you choke out. You have no idea how to respond to that, but your body sure does. Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him tight. His breath hitches. You feel him straighten behind you, his hands press you down from the waist and you can’t help the small squeal that parts your lips.

He’s restraining himself. You can tell by the way his hips twitches, eager to bury more of himself into you. His nails bite into your skin and instinctively you raise your hips. “Maaax,” you moan. “Fuck me, please. I can take it.”

“You can, can’t you?” he mutters, sounding almost impressed. “My perfect girl. You’ll take everything I’ll give you?”

You breathe out, “Yes—”

And he gives you everything.

Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs. Somewhere on the desk your arm hits a stack of papers and they fly everywhere, making a mess on the floor. Max doesn’t stop. He jackhammers into you, splitting you into two. It never felt this intense before. Never. You struggle to breathe and with every snap of his hips, you feel slick dripping down your thighs. Max groans as he wraps his fingers around your neck, pulling you up. Your breasts sway with every stroke, your nipples aching from how hard they are. His one hand remains on your throat as the other moves to your chest, kneading the soft mound in his palm.

“Wouldn’t be fun if someone walked in right now?” he teases, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Seeing you getting absolutely railed—kinda wish I had a mirror so I could see how cock drunk you look, sweetheart.”

Fuck, is all you can think and you desperately want to voice it out, tell him how good it feels. His voice, his breath, his teeth, his cock— But all you can do is whimper helplessly, hoping that the sound is enough to convey how much you’re enjoying this.

“So stupid for me, I love it. You want me to make you come?”

Another whimper. You nod helplessly, forcing yourself back to meet the movement of his hips. He hums as his hand slides between your legs, he draws wet circles around your clit, and your entire body clenches. You can barely hear him from the blood rush in your ears but you think he mumbles ‘oh shit’. Max continues to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, with fast strokes he mumbles profanities against your skin.

You come with his name on your lips. Your body convulses, muscles clenching and unclenching over and over as you gush all around his cock. It feels never-ending. He grinds his hips, burying himself deeper, throbbing inside. You hiss as your second orgasm washes over you, fluttering and twitching, your body goes limp. You're fairly certain if Max wasn’t holding you up, you’d collapse.

Much to your surprise, Max slowly lays you on top of the desk and the office ceiling comes into view. He’s still pulsing between your legs. He smiles down at you, slides his fingers between your lips—the same fingers he made you come with—and leans in to shove his tongue alongside them. You part your lips wide, the taste of yourself and him making your head spin. You moan around his tongue and fingers. He pulls back with a smile.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?” he asks, cupping your face with the same hand.

“You can come inside,” you answer in a daze, then quickly add. “You can’t get me pregnant right?”

He shakes his head and you smile, “Go ahead then.”

It doesn’t take him long. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes deep inhales of your scent as he spills inside of you. You thread your fingers through his soft locks and gently tug on them. He groans.

“That’s nice,” he hums, pressing his lips over your clavicle. “I wanna spend an eternity between your legs.”

“Should I be scared that you actually can do that?” you say with a soft chuckle, he looks down at you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He wiggles his brows.

“Maybe.”

Max slowly pulls out, and when he stands, he watches the mess pour between your legs. His pupils eat away the color of his eyes and you shudder at how hungry he looks.

Suddenly shy, you avert your gaze as you try to collect yourself, “Sorry about messing up your schedule. I’ll see you later.”

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He grabs your wrists and pulls you into an embrace. You hadn’t realized how tense you were until you feel yourself melting into him.

“Fuck work,” he says, his hand resting over the small of your back. “I’ll get it done later. Let’s go home so I can at least spend tonight between your legs.”

You grin into his chest, happy that he can’t see how ecstatic you look. He probably knows how excited you are anyway.

“Sounds like a plan.”

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Miss Pearls Kinktober 2022

This is my first Kinktober ya'll and let me tell ya, I am very excited. I'd like to give a very special thanks to Keri, (@absurdthirst - kinktober list), Lua (@starsandskies - kinktober list) and LeeAnn (@the-purity-pen - kinktober list) for providing these prompts. I really appreciate the work you put into creating these for us ❤️

Pre-Warnings (Please Read): There are three fandoms in this Kinktober. (Joel Miller/ Arthur Morgan/Pedro Pascal Characters). All are completed with Female readers (you, Y/N). And lastly, some fics are big with plot, others are small with very little plot. The first fic will be automatically posted tomorrow morning at 7am 🥰

Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller

Day Two: Thigh Riding - Arthur Morgan

Day Three: Threesome - Joel Miller & Arthur Morgan

Day Four: Breast Worship/Nipple Play - Marcus Pike

Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena

Day Six: Sleepy Sex - Frankie Morales

Day Seven: Anal - Pero Tovar

Day Eight: Cockwarming - Ezra

Day Nine: Anonymous Sex - Din D'jarin

Day Ten: Creampie - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Day Eleven: Orgasm Denial/Edging - Joel Miller

Day Twelve: Face Sitting - Joel Miller

Day Thirteen: Spanking - Joel Miller

Day Fourteen: Rough Sex + Aftercare - Arthur Morgan

Day Fifteen: Monster Fucking - Max Phillips

Day Sixteen: Restraints - Marcus Pike

Day Seventeen: Rough Sex - Frankie Morales

Day Eighteen: Accidental Stimulation - Din D'jarin

Day Nineteen: Titty Fucking - Pero Tovar

Day Twenty: Double Penetration - Max Phillips

Day Twenty-One: Daddy/Mommy Kink - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Day Twenty-Two: Lingerie - Joel Miller

Day Twenty-Three: Sex Pollen - Joel Miller

Day Twenty-Four: Sex Pollen - Arthur Morgan

Day Twenty-Five: Lactation/Breeding Kink - Arthur Morgan

Day Twenty-Six: Bath/Shower Sex - Din D'jarin

Day Twenty-Seven: Mirror Sex - Frankie Morales

Day Twenty-Eight: Hate Fucking - Pero Tovar

Day Twenty-Nine: Public Sex - Joel Miller

Day Thirty: Hunter/Prey - Werewolf!Joel Miller

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carusolikey · 5 days

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The Blue Hour

a Max Phillips & Bloodsucking Bastards FanFic

Summary

In filmmaking and photography, the most coveted time of the day occurs just after sunrise and just before sunset - when the sun’s angle as it hits the earth’s surface produces a beautiful, perfect glow on everything the light touches. Naturally, it makes sense that it is known throughout the industry as The Golden Hour.

The opposite of this is known as The Blue Hour, taking place in the quiet before sunrise and scantly past the precipice of sunset - when the sun’s position scarcely below the horizon casts its cool tones. As the ripe colors of The Golden Hour are exsanguinated from the landscapes and cityscapes, the tranquility of night with its alluring promise of sleep creates an ambience that is both calming and nostalgic.

In this tale, we find ourselves caught in the midst of a months-long web of insomnia, cycling through night after night - doing our own bidding in the wee hours undisturbed by any other residents of the apartment building. Until one fateful night, when an unwelcome interloper by the name of Max Phillips decides to crash a 5 minute dance-party-for-one in the basement laundry room.

He’s handsome and well-dressed for a pharmaceutical salesman, but has the type of charm you’d assume from someone peddling snake oil. And somehow, he keeps popping up when least expected, creeping in like hedera helix - invasive English ivy, covering the outside of our brick building, eager to infiltrate what lies beneath.

To resist this dapper vampire, might very well prove to be futile.

Pairing: Max Phillips of Bloodsucking Bastards x afab!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit / NSFW 18+ (No Minors)

Author’s Note: I wrote this piece during the month of April 2024 - Adenomyosis Awareness Month, and the idea came to me during March 2024 (Endometriosis Awareness Month). This will not have any type of pregnancy kink, but will touch on infertility of OC due to the aforementioned; canon for this story is also that Vampires are infertile - there will be no Renesmé. OC is intended to be around the same age as Max, reader’s choice up or down, but no age gap. Because older afab/fem lovers are sexy - we drink and we know things. The style of this sticks to the humor and playfulness of the original movie, while incorporating a very sexy and romantic Max, even though he is a little bit of a cocky, smartmouth asshole.

Warnings: A bit of rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration - P in V, oral [m + f receiving]), food play, 18+ only content, able bodied fem afab reader, alcohol consumption, non-gendered pet names, fem can be carried and has hair - though length is not mentioned, consensual "bondage", some use of y+n - but not explicitly, though consensuality is implied and intended through actions and reactions, no protection used for Vampire reasons TBD (be wise and always use protection, this is fiction). Did attempt to stay away from gendered pronouns and nicknames, although did use the word woman, 3 times throughout the entire piece (not fully published yet) referring to OC. Future chapters will discuss history endo / adeno, and of previous relationship / SA; there will also be Vampire hunting, murdering, and blood….sucking bastards.

Word Count: ~ 7,250 (For Chapter 1 Only)

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Additional FanFics:

Paddington 3: Lost in Mallorca

Javi G. x afab!fem!reader

#Pedro Pascal #Max Phillips x afab!fem!reader #Bloodsucking Bastards Fic #Adenomyosis Awareness #Endometriosis Awareness #Not Twilight #NO Renesmé

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Love to Hate You

Part 7

Pairings: Max Phillips x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.

Summary: You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?

A/N: ahhh ok so we are at the end of this series!!!! BUT it is not the end of these two 😜😈 (you will know what we mean once you’ve read it) Chloe and myself have had so much fun writing this and cannot wait to continue working together 🥰🥰

Part 6

Co written with @misspearly1

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Exhaustion took its hold over your body as you pushed the button for the elevator; having spent the entire night working on your presentation - the one you had thought wasn’t needed anymore but Max made it very clear that the race for the company directors position was still on.

You’ll be damned if you’re going to let a vampire make a fool out of you. Making you fall in love was a step too far on his behalf and you're beyond the realms of being pissed off about it. Max had tried to call you last night along with a slew of messages but you’d ignored him, and planned to ignore him when you stepped out of this elevator. If he wanted to play dirty then fuck it, so were you. Although it hurts, it really does, you’re going to march out there with your held head high and nail this presentation, claim your prize and kick Max fucking Phillips to the curb.

***

The doors open with a ding and you emerge from the elevator to be met with a gossiping crowd lingering outside the main conference room, each of them making a fuss over something. What the hell is going on now? You wonder while walking towards Elaine, who looked surprised to see you. “What’s happening? Someone getting fired?” You ask, to which her eyes practically bulge out of her head in reply. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Confused, you shook your head with absolutely no idea on what she was referring to. Were you supposed to know about something? Instead of shedding any light to what on earth was going on, Elaine places her hand on your back and begins to push you forward through the crowd, prompting you to demand answers. “Elaine, what are you doing? What’s going on?”

“Just trust me ok, you need to see this.” You finally make your way to the front of the small crowd and shock causes a gasp to escape past your lips. Turning to Elaine you can feel your throat go dry, “What’s-”

“Max is having his presentation.” She cuts you off, wearing a proud grin. “He came in real early looking for you. I told him you weren’t here yet and, well, he looked worried. What’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing.” you say a little too quickly, prompting Elaine to raise her eyebrows in question. “Sure don’t look like nothing.” She narrowed her eyes, before explaining what was going on - finally. “Anyway, he pulled everyone into the room and started his big speech about the job position- you know what, just listen to him yourself, that would be so much easier.”

You turn away from Elaine and locate Max again, hands waving around in the air dramatically in typical Max style, before flicking your eyes over to Ted who’s sitting up poker straight in his chair looking rather aghast, confusion once again furrows your brows. The skin on your neck tingles and you can feel Max’s gaze on you and sure enough when you look towards him once more, his brown eyes are staring straight at you with a smile on his lips. Why the fuck are you smiling right now! Do you think this is funny Max?

“So as I was saying.” He begins. Now that you’re actually here to listen to what he says, Max turns his attention back to the panel briefly before maintaining your eye contact with his next words. “I’m handing in my resignation effective immediately.” What?...He’s resigning? “I’m gonna level with you all, this isn’t how this was supposed to go. I had planned to sweet talk to you all and show you this amazing plan of how I was gonna lead this company into the future but a couple of weeks ago things changed.” Still looking at you while he says this, your eyes begin to water while he remains serious. “I got to know this woman who I thought hated me and she completely changed my world. She’s stubborn as hell, she’s irritating at the best of times but she’s also funny and kind and would do anything for the ones she loves.”

Holy shit. Your eyes widen with surprise. Max means that, he really means everything he has just said. If the man had a heart in that chest of his, those words came from right there. You love this man, and he loves you. So much so that he is willing to give up the position for you to take over and lead the company to victory. Max sees your worth, though it seems others do not. Ted stands from his position, finger pointed at Max. “You mean to tell me you're giving all this up for a woman?”

“Exactly.” Max turns to face him with two affirmative nods. “But, she’s not just any woman though, she’s the woman.” Then, he turns to face you again, the smile reappearing on his lips. “The woman I’ve grown to love and realised how much she actually does for this company. Y/N is far better suited to this job than me. She has a passion for it that can’t be replicated. So therefore, I am out of the race. The job is hers.” With that final statement, he fixes his suit jacket and strides across the floor towards you. Eyes blown wide with lust and adoration, his hand comes to cup your cheek as his lips crash onto yours in a passionate, and really hungry kiss.

This isn’t how you thought today was gonna go, but you aren’t complaining in the slightest. It’s perfect. The way he delivered the news to you and everyone else was perfect. Mixed reactions about the decision scattered across the room behind his shoulders, but you didn’t care. Even if you wanted to care about what your fellow co-workers had to say about you being their boss, you couldn’t as Max began walking you backwards to the elevator like he has some place to take you. “Maxie?” You mumble into his mouth. “Where are we going? I have work to do.”

“I glamoured Ted to give you some time off.” Max breaks off the kiss to urge you into the elevator and as soon as the doors are closed, he reveals why he did that. “You and I are going travelling, toots. Everything’s ready for us to leave, all we have to do is get your suitcase packed then head to the airport.”

“What, really? You mean that?” You ask with an excited smile spreading across your face to which he nods in return. Multiple questions sprung to mind but you couldn’t let one spill as the doors reopened and Max hurried you towards his car, sounding more excited than yourself. “You’ll have a lot of work ahead of you with the new job position, but I want to show you the world first, baby.”

“Oh my God… Max.” Gasping with glee, you plant one kiss on his cheek then another on his lips before he is ushering you into the passenger seat of his car. In the backseat you could see two large suitcases, indicating that it’s going to be a long travelling trip that you’re taking. “How long?” You ask as Max climbs into the driver's seat and starts the car. “Six weeks...” He shrugs. “...Six months. Who knows toots. However long you want it to be.”

“Max, how long did you tell Ted? You can’t do that.” Worrying that you might not even have a job when you get back, Max leans over the partition with a smirk. “Baby I can do whatever I want. I don’t work there anymore.” He chuckles. “I took care of everything, don’t worry. Your job is waiting for you right here when we get back.”

“God I love you.” Smiling into the kiss on his lips, he kissed you back harder and nodded. “I love you too, toots.”

Six weeks or six months of travelling around the world, who cares? So long as you’re spending every second of it with Max Phillips at your side.

***

One hour later you stood at the front door to your home ready to start your new adventure. Max had just finished putting your suitcases in the car when makes his way towards you like he had ants in his pants. “Baby, did you lock your door yet? I need to take a leak.”

“No, not yet.” You reply with a giggle, but then gasp when he delivers a smack to your backside - a playful reprimanding. “Who’s laughing now?” He said before rushing into the house and you smiled. You found it funny that Max looked like he was a second away from his bladder bursting, but the fact that just a few weeks ago you would have despised Max for spanking you like that and now you love it is most amusing. Even now as you look back on the way you two once were with each other, you smile again.

Mentally going over everything and making sure that you haven’t forgotten something, nothing came to mind and you were really starting to get into the vacation mood. You wondered where Max is taking you first. He won’t tell you, opting to make it a surprise instead, you’ll find out once you’re at the airport and about to board the plane - in first class! All the effort he went through to make this happen makes you… aroused, and pleasuring him to express your gratitude is something you’ve been thinking about for the last hour, and that spank to your ass just a few moments ago has turned you on.

The door behind you opens quietly with Max taking a tip-toeing step outside. You don’t turn around and let him play whatever game he was up to because you liked it. You liked the suspense creeping up on you, but were taken by surprise when presented with a single red rose. “For you, my love.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, pressing his chest into your back. Taking the rose from his hand, you brought it up to your nose and took in the aromas with a hum. “Thank you.” You murmur, resting your head back to his shoulder and looking up into his beautiful brown eyes. “Did you really need to take a leak, or did you just go in there to grab the rose?”

A warm smile and a slow wink answers your question before his hands come up to rest on your hips with a gentle hold. You lean in, closing the little gap between your lips to kiss him, however he stopped you before they could meet. “Are we ready to go?” Max asks rhetorically, kissing your cheek once before moving away, but taking your hand and pulling you along with him to lock your front door. “Yes.” You nod, now pulling him along to the car hastily. Once inside, Max leaned over the partition and clipped your seatbelt in. “Safety first, toots.”

“Stop being such a gentleman.” Blurting that out upon feeling overwhelmed with arousal, he was making you feel so special with the little gestures and all you want to do is climb onto his lap and kiss him passionately like a cat in heat. “I hope this flight is a quick one.” You wink, shooting him a nuanced signal that he instantly picked up on. Crooking one brow and looking down at your body once, Max hummed ‘me too’ before starting the car. With his vampire abilities, he will certainly be able to tell that you're horny right now.

The car journey was thankfully a short ride, but with Max holding a hand to your thigh the whole time which only seemed to worsen your current state. Though, your vulgar thoughts were pushed aside when arriving at the airport and taking the suitcases out of the car to head inside. Checking in and going through customs can sometimes be a harrowing task to complete, airports are a crowded place, filled with thousands of vacationers, but that too was a short-lived experience. You and Max were sitting in a restaurant after thirty minutes waiting for the announcement to come through the tannoy. Europe is the direction you're heading for, Spain is the country you’re visiting first and it’s due to take off in an hour.

“We have time to eat something, what would you like?” Max asks, lifting up the menu to browse. The man was once human and he does enjoy food, but his preferred choice is blood, therefore you ask him if he is hungry. “Not for that just yet, toots.” He shakes his head before lowering the menu and waiting for you to figure out what you’d like to eat. “Maybe later.” Smiling as he winks, you took a look over the menu once and chose something light to eat. Consuming a heavy meal before a flight doesn’t sound appealing and besides, you can eat something on one of the two plane flights if you get peckish.

The hour passed by quickly and before you knew it, you and Max were boarding the front of the plane first. The smell of leather instantly enters your nose and you skim your fingers along the seats Max picked out for you both. It looked like a cubicle, a cosy cubicle for a couple to snuggle together inside of. A double white plush faux leather seat with a panel at the side for privacy, inside was lit up with soft lights and a small tv, with two cup holders and a long desk, which even had drawers for you to put stuff inside. It was the dream; even better than you expected first class to look like. Taking a seat first with Max joining you second, the amount of leg room available prompted you to slump in your position with delight, but then you found a handle at the side of the chair.

“Oh my, Max, look at this.” Pulling on the handle with excitement, the seat reclined. Feet lifted off the floor, your shoes were the first to be discarded and Max only chuckled as you got comfy before flagging down the stewardess for blankets. He too pulled his seat back and discarded his shoes, then thanking the stewardess and closing the little panel door, you both were satisfied to relax while everyone else boarded the plane. A short while later, the stewardess came back to ask that you wear your seatbelts as the pilot was preparing to take off.

As soon as the plane was up in the air, soaring above the clouds, you and Max took your former position of comfort and lay back in your chairs again, but this time putting the TV on to watch a movie. You had a short flight ahead of you first before arriving at Charlotte Douglas International Airport in one hour, where your next flight will take you to Madrid, Spain, and that flight is seven and a half hours long. Max should feed before that flight takes off as the last thing you want is a vampire going crazy thousands of feet off the ground. Lifting your head from his chest to ask him about it, surprise brings a smile to your face when seeing that he was asleep.

Looking peaceful as one can be when sleeping, the muscles in his face were still and beautiful, prompting you to place a kiss to the corner of his lips then rest your head back onto his chest. You didn’t want to sleep just yet, but you weren’t about to disturb Max’s deep slumber just to ask about taking a drink of your blood before the next flight.

I’ll ask him later instead…

***

Ten Hours later

Max startles awake beside you, eyes searching frantically until they land on you. “Hey, is everything ok?” The corner of his lip curves into a small smile as he stares at you. What is going on with him today? His eyes flicker along your face before meeting your gaze and he’s looking at you like he hasn’t seen you in years.

His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. “You are so beautiful, amor.” A small laugh passes your lips and he looks slightly confused. “Max, did you just call me amor? Have you been practicing Spanish for our trip or something?”

His eyes blow wide and he quickly pulls his hand back before standing abruptly and rushing off to the toilet. He’s acting really strange. Maybe he needs to feed?

You shuffle out of your seat and make your way to the toilet knocking on the door softly. “Max, baby it’s me. Let me in.” After a beat, the lock on the door clicks and he opens it slowly just a crack - enough for you to push your way inside.

“Hey, you really need to feed. I haven’t seen you drink anything in hours. You can feed off me if you like?”

“No! I mean…I’m ok toots, honestly. I’ll feed once we get settled into our hotel.” Your eyes roam his face searching for answers but he pulls you into a searing kiss and all thought goes out the window.

Taking your seats once again, you order some food and drinks. He may not need food but I’m starving. You ask him questions about where you're going and he fills you in on all he has planned. Every once in a while you catch his gaze and he looks at you with such devotion. Like your the love of his life.

“I can no believe I have you in my life again.” He moves slowly towards you, his eyes focused on your lips until they meet in a soft gentle kiss. The kiss is like nothing you’ve had before. It’s slow and sensual and not at all like how Max usually is. He’s normally devouring you, hungry for sex.

Pulling away he kisses along your cheek before sitting back. “You sounded funny just then.” He hums as his eyes flicker to you. “You sounded like you had an accent.” Your eyes are narrow in suspicion but all he does is laugh. “Oh toots I think you’ve had too much to drink. Maybe you should slow down.

“Yeah…maybe..” Wait! What did he mean by again?

***

Max unlocks the door to your hotel room and you are in awe. He’d gone and booked the penthouse sweet and it was breathtaking. Opening up the balcony doors you stand against the railing and take in the beautiful scenery. Crystal blue sea and mountains off to one side.

You can feel him behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist. There is a faint sound of music from the street below and the cool evening breeze swirls around you. God, this is heaven.

He rests his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh. You can feel the hard press of him against your ass and you push back a little, a groan falling from his lips. You have been waiting all day for Max to take you and you were so fucking horny, you’d let him take right here and now.

He pulls away a little and turns you into his arms so you are facing him. His arms slide around you again pulling you close, but instead of kissing you passionately and ripping your clothes off - typical Max style - he begins to dance. Dance?

Although, this isn’t how Max normally acts you can’t seem to find it in you to care. It’s sweet and romantic and you love him so much that this moment is perfect.

Max pulls away, just enough that he can look at you. He gazes into your eyes, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. His other hand slides along the curve of your waist - touching, caressing - like he hadn’t done this for an eternity. Like he hadn’t just had you writhing beneath him just 72 hours ago.

His eyes focus on your lips and you can feel the tension coming off him in waves as he leans in closer. His lips crash onto yours and what starts off slow and gentle soon turns hungry. You both pull away panting and you twine your fingers with his and lead him back into the room, where you begin to take off your clothes.

Once you’re bare before him his visibly gulps as his eyes take in your naked form. Your eyes flicker down to his trousers and you can see he’s painfully hard beneath them. You slowly walk towards him, reaching out to help him remove his clothes but before you can actually touch him, he mumbles something about freshening up and rushes off to the bathroom.

A worrisome feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. Max had been acting so strange all day - well, since he came out of your bathroom - and you needed to ask him what was going on.

When you approach the bathroom you notice the door is ajar slightly and you hear him mumbling something. Is he speaking Spanish? Peeking through the gap you can see him clear as day in the mirror but what you see makes you stumble slightly.

He has scars littering his chest and he is currently trying to cover them up. You don’t remember Max having scars. Or was I so caught up with lust I never noticed? You look closer and you think you can make out a faint scar over his left eye. What the fuck?

“Mierda. Deja de ser un idiota. Esa es tu esposa” Fuck! Stop being an idiot. That’s your wife. Once he has covered the few scars littering his torso he looks in the mirror, giving himself a pep talk. “Get a fucking grip, Pero. You have finally found her. After all this time. Do no fuck this up.”

Who the fuck is Pero?

To be continued….

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Who is in Control

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Blood Price Series Part One

Pairing: Lord Regent!Max Phillips x Light Elf f!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.3K

Series Summary: After being named Eastern Regent of the Vampire Queen Max meets the Elvish ambassador of his new territory, he expected a stick in the mud noble and learns that he was both correct and incorrect. Possible Warnings: Blood (it's vampires), Max being a bit of a dick (it's Max)

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“Lady Ambassador, I’ve brought you the crimson heather blossoms you requested.” A servant from Maximos’ estate knocked gently at the door to the study you’d commandeered as your own, the tables laden with tomes in a variety of languages bearing spells and knowledge you were working through at an accelerated pace. You barely looked up from the small diary in your hands, waving to an open spot on the wooden table top, and the door closed quietly behind the girl as she fled the room.

To avoid looking lesser, weaker, in the eyes of any of the Blood Court you had taken to keeping stern and focused at all times when others were around; polite laughter and smiles were the most you awarded anyone, and when your vassals had reported and then dispersed all of them had decided to do the same. It wasn’t as though any of you thought yourselves superior to any of the Blood Court but quickly the arrogance of the vampires and their people had become apparent, especially when Lady Lynsendre had tried to proposition you directly after the meeting, so to avoid trouble it was easiest to keep as distant as you could.

Working around the natural discourse of magic between the blood magic and the light magic your kind used was proving to be a problem, but then again the blood magic that made vampires what they were had no known origins to your people or any others. So far whatever their magic was could only work on humans, records of Sidhe or Elvish vampires were non-existent, and any vampire that tried to drink the blood of an Elf or Sidhe reportedly would burn from the inside out. Even Dark Elves, whose natural magic abilities leaned toward death magic and control over elemental magic -as opposed to harmonious usage like yours- were just as deadly to the vampires.

But it made no sense why.

Sliding a piece of ribbon into the pages and closing the tome, beginning an examination of the blossoms you now had, was the first step to figuring it out. Your magic had always leaned toward nature and plants and you’d chosen to take advantage of the fact that there was latent blood magic all over, it was almost too easy the way you drew that deep red magic out of the petals. As if you were drawing something contagious, infectious, from the natural Wilding magic within the flowers.

What surprised you most was that the flower was normal after the blood magic was stripped from it, a simple heather blossom, and you needed to decide what step would come next. It was possible that there was something bigger involved with the blood magic itself but to really, truly, look into it you would need help from a Dark Elf to do so. Since there was little you could do with the essence of magic you’d extracted you began to seal it into a vial for keeping, that way you could possibly send it to be thoroughly examined.

What you hadn’t counted on was the energy to not only fight you, alive in a way much like Wilding Magic itself was, but to steadily grow and shape itself into a vaguely bipedal form by extracting energy from the garden of flowers just outside your window.

“A blood elemental?” The figure made to attack you, expanding like a red cloud, worming its way into your body only to shriek as your natural magic quickly swelled to combat the foreign energy. It burned like a fire had been ignited under your skin and you wheezed in pain as you fell out of the chair, bracing yourself on the floor with one forearm as you covered your mouth to prevent the swirling bile and rising need to vomit, and the rushing sound of white-noise blocked out everything before you felt two extremely cold hands cup your face and wrench your gaze up.

Maximos’ eyes scanned your entire face and there was a red glow to them, casting an almost maroon color over the brown irises, and he practically slammed his mouth to yours before you felt the release of that energy trying to claw its way through you. He was devouring it through your mouth, his thumbs pressing at the hinge of your jaws to hold you open for him, but even if he thought you’d fight you just couldn’t.

All at once you fell against him, like a puppet with its strings cut, trembling with the occasional jerk of your muscles as he drew his face back; the red to his eyes was much brighter now and every bit of strength you had was just gone. The Reagent Lord gestured to someone, you didn’t know who, and you heard the rapid footsteps as whatever servant had been there rushed off.

His hands were cold on your arms as he picked you up and placed you back in the chair you’d fallen out of, crouching so that he could stare at you while your head hung limp.

“Ambassador, I need you to look at me.” His voice was soothing and warm, soft and tender and musical, you lifted your eyes to stare into his and Maximos’ lips curved into a frown. He surged up again and slotted his mouth back to yours, mindful of his fangs, and the lethargic drag in your limbs finally began to fade as a better sense of clarity finally returned. Like he’d extracted poison from your very magic core.

This time when he drew back you were able to support yourself and sit up properly, to shake your head and feel the foreign magic no longer attempting to leech off your magic and your body.

“What in the name of the Immortals was that?” Your voice was weak from the unexpected incident, feeling a sense of dread begin to bubble up at the encounter, and Maximos could only shrug gently. His eyes stayed on you though, following you as you stood up, and the servant that had disappeared was back with a large tankard of tea as well as regular water.

“What happened to you, who tried to turn you?” Maximos’ was looking around the room and you realized that he was looking for signs of a vampire that’d been burned from your magic, that had been dusted by your natural defenses, and you glanced at the empty vial that had shattered on the floor. For any magic to have an elemental manifest like that it had to be a magic that wasn’t alive like Wilding Magic was, it had to be a secondary school of power, and while it shouldn’t come to a surprise that Blood Magic truly was its own entity like Fire or Death Magic… it was a surprise.

“I extracted the blood magic from those heather blossoms, they were crimson and from your garden, and when I went to seal it for further examination an elemental formed.” Maximos’ eyes snapped to look at you now and you wondered what he was thinking, his expression was very carefully blank, and after a long moment where you sipped the hot tea you’d been given he finally seemed to decide what he wanted to reveal to you.

“I thought that I imagined it, when I was turned. Blood elementals exist?” He sounded… lost, almost. His tone was so soft, so very different to what you’d witnessed in the past few days, that you believed him. The Regent stood up and looked around, you realized that the servant was gone and that you couldn’t hear or sense anyone else nearby, now his vulnerability and the delay made sense. Maximos sat down across from you and quietly you recounted the entire experience again.

“I think it’s the elementals that are creating the problem with other magic types, since I was able to extract the blood magic itself safely and handle it up until the elemental formed.” Which meant that there was a chance that a blood elemental was living inside every vampire, or leeching off them somehow, and you held up your hand carefully; Maximos’ eyes met yours before he pressed his palm flat to your own. He was cold, as you expected, and you carefully began to focus on the feeling of his magic.

As a low level mage you couldn’t do very many advanced spells, it was something you used to hate, but what you lacked in raw magic talent you made up for in knowledge; or at least you had, until now.

He felt it, the call of your magic, and Max felt his instincts flare in warning; he forced himself to calm, watching as the faint glow around your hands began to spread to his, and for the briefest of moments it felt warm. Not the searing heat of blood down his throat, not the searing heat of living skin or a hot cunt, but a gentle warmth; the warmth of the sun on his skin before he was turned, the warmth of a cozy sweater when the winds were just starting to turn to autumn’s chill.

Something about your magic made him think of the faces he no longer remembered, of his mother’s gentle smile and warm brown eyes and his father’s face weathered from age but wrinkled from kindness around the corners of his mouth and eyes. Faces he hadn’t thought of for decades now, that he’d chosen to forget.

All at once his vision blurred, a crimson haze cast over everything, and Max had to throw himself away from you as the urge to rip you to pieces with his bare hands became overwhelming. It was like he was fighting with his own body, the sensation of something else living under his skin trying to make his limbs follow orders other than his own, and your magic abruptly stopped before you were pressed back into the corner of the room with a shield spell in place.

He hissed and stared at the way his veins had swelled and were pulsing under his own skin, breathed against the pain that flared as he forced whatever this was to settle, and if he were alive he thought he might’ve thrown up as he took great heaving breaths -more out of reflex than need- and stared at you. He’d never lost control like that, ever, and yet now he had.

“I think- I think your theory has some sound logic.” Admitting you were right wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, after all the idea of any caster figuring out how Blood Magic truly worked -when his own kind didn’t exactly understand it- was a terrifying one. But it would be worse if the enemy were able to begin truly eliminating the humans volunteering their blood to keep his people sane, his kind would target any living thing and no doubt die attempting a meal of the Elves and Sidhe.

“This just got a hundred times more complex. I’ll- I have to call on the Dark Elves, they would likely be able to speed up the process of figuring this out. If that’s agreeable to you, Lord Regent.” You were putting your things to right, some of the various books and parchment had gotten tossed around in the magic mishap, and Max found himself considering it. He’d never really met a Dark Elf before, he’d heard of them of course and that they were the dark natured cousins of his now political allies, but if you didn’t seem worried about having them around he suspected that there was a good enough reason for it.

“One only, I can’t have a bunch of Elves running around my Keep acting like they own the place.” He’d noticed you kept mostly to yourself, kept your emotions dimmed to a polite coolness, and the fact that you were so… unbothered by being here shouldn’t have been as offensive to him as it was. But he felt it was a bit arrogant, that you were so unwilling to be whoever you truly were around him and his people, that even if it was a defense mechanism it came across more as distrust and a superiority complex than anything else.

Your long ears twitched in the same motion of your lips quirking upward on one side, like you’d bitten back some snarky comment, and Max couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see if your attitude was all ice, if you were as cool as you were trying to come across, or if there was a bit of fire under that veneer of yours.

“You’ve got more than enough of a superiority complex.” He was honestly mildly impressed that he couldn’t tell if the remark landed right away, it was clear you were definitely an experienced Ambassador, but that little lift of your lip turned down and your ears twitched again. The smell of blood was sharp, you’d bitten your cheek to stop yourself from rising to the challenge, and he turned to leave since you clearly weren’t going to let him see even a little bit of the real you.

“Says the man who decided to showcase his position by fucking his feeder in the middle of a political meeting, or were you trying to scare me off?” Max paused and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face, turning his head only a little to look at you over his shoulder.

“It obviously didn’t work, so either you’re arrogant or you’re stubborn.” He watched you, he could hear the blood rushing in your veins and smell it rising to your cheeks, your anger was sharp and floral and enticing. Max found himself turning fully, ready to engage further just so he could see you lose control, but you caught yourself. The fire vanished faster than he could blink, extinguished and smothered beneath that calm veneer, and Max honestly hated it.

“I’m just good at my job, Lord Regent, now if you’ll excuse me I need to send a message.” Max watched you go and found himself exhaling reflexively, hating that you could reduce him to human mannerisms so easily, and his eyes darted back to your books only briefly. He would just have to try a little harder, that was all, you clearly weren’t infallible.

Maybe he could tolerate you after all.

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tightjeansjavi · 4 months

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Negotiations

Summary: Max doesn’t want to turn you into a vampire because he loves drinking from you too much. Especially when you’re on your period. Okay and he wants you to stay human because of the ✨experience✨. But you’re in pain very single month so you make him a deal. You shut up about becoming a vampire when he manages to get through the menstrual pain simulator.

Pairing: Max Phillips x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: T

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, implied sex, talks about becoming a vampire, lots of talks about menstrual pain, humor?

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It was dark when Max entered his penthouse. Which was… weird? You should be cooking or reading or rearranging the living room. Again.

It was quiet, it smelled of candy and caramel and… blood.

A smirk sneaked to his lips.

Getting out of his shoes and his jacket he loosened his tie as he walked towards the bedroom, where he knew he would find you cuddled under every blanket you owned.

“Sugarbabe I’m hoooome,” he sang as he walked into the bedroom, finding you indeed under at least four blankets, candy wrappers on the bed next to you. There was a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table and he could hear the hum of your heating blanket.

Pride and Prejudice was on, the Matthew Macfadyen version and he didn’t question that he recognized just from one look on the tv hanging across the bed.

“Hi,” you mumbled and he pouted at you before he carefully climbed into the little nest you made for yourself.

“How bad is it?” he asked, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“Like a demon is fighting itself out of my uterus,” you took a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry,” and he was. He hated to see you in pain. And he knew there was a solution to seeing you like this. A solution you argued at least once every month about.

“You know I wouldn’t be in pain if you’d turn me,” you groaned and he sighed, kissing your nose.

“I know, baby. But… You have to understand… You just… taste so fucking delicous. Especially around that time of the month… And you know… the whole human stuff is important too. Chocolate will never taste as good and don’t even get me started on pasta. Let me make you feel better?”

“You’re disgusting,” you said.

“Tell me something new,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“No seriously. You claim you love me, yet you don’t do the one thing that keeps me from being in pain every single month. I can go without tasting chocolate. I… think.”

“I do love you. So very much that I want you to stay human as long as possible.”

“You mean stay a happy meal you can snack on whenever you feel like it?” you pouted.

He began to kiss your neck, his usual tactic to distract you. Sadly it was working every single time.

“You’re just so damn delicious,” he hummed, his teeth scratching over your neck before he kissed himself down. You sighed, turning to lay on your back as he got closer, his cold hands trying to get under the five blankets you were under.

“We’re not finished talking about this,” you mumbled, helping him get the blankets off.

“Ahhh there she is,” he grinned, a wicked smile on his lips as he finally found your body in just a shirt of his lying beneath him.

“Gonna help make you feel good sugarbabe,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pulling his shirt off.

Against your better judgement you smiled up at him as you parted your legs.

“This discussion is not finished, Max,” you reminded him as he kissed down your body. He looked up at you, his fingers pulling at your panties.

“Oh I know,” he grinned before he settled down between your legs,

“But maybe my tongue can make you forget about it for a little longer.”

A week later he found you sitting in your living room, a smile on your lips that was somehow off and slightly unsettling. And not in a good way.

“Hi baby!”, you grinned sweetly at him and every instinct within him screamed danger at him but it was you. The love of his life. What bad could happen?

“I want to make a deal with you,” you said, standing up and walking over to him, your arms crossing behind his neck, blinking your beautiful eyes up at him.

“A deal?” he asked, a little interested.

You nodded.

“You keep saying no to turning me,” you said and he nodded.

“Because you deserve to stay human,” he said.

“Right. Let’s say that’s the reason. We both know you love to eat my pussy when I’m on my period.”

“What can I say? It’s…. It’s like sex ketchup. Ya know?”

“I am…. Going to pretend you did not just say that. Anyway, I am in pain. Every single month, for at least two days. Sometimes so bad that I can’t get out of bed, and yet you refuse to turn me. So I’m gonna make you a deal.”

“I am… listening,” he hummed.

“You get to experience the same pain I go through every month. And if you still think I should suffer through this I will shut up about you turning me,” you said with the sweetest smile.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Just like that?” he asked.

“Just like that. I will be complaining though. Maybe even more than before. And I expect more gifts. And cuddles. But maybe you can understand why after a little better.”

“How?” he asked.

“There’s a machine that simulates menstrual pain. I’m gonna go first, and then you’ll go. I expect you’re not even gonna make it to Level five,” you shrugged and he huffed. Insulted.

“How many Levels are there?”

“10.”

“Will you suck my cock?”

You looked confused at him

“Orgasms seem to help you with the pain. Maybe it’ll help me too,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“You know you can just ask for me to suck your cock. I’ll never say no to that.”

He looked at you.

“And if I can make it to level 10 you’re never gonna ask me to turn you again?” he asked.

You nodded.

“I will demand more orgasms though. If you make me live in pain. And we should talk about it again in the future cause I'm not getting younger and I do want to spend eternity with you,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll even take time off to make you feel good,” he kissed you and you hummed against his lips.

“So what do you say?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Deal.”

Max had spent an hour reading the manual of the simulator you rented, making sure everything was working fine (and you weren’t cheating) before he put it on your stomach exactly as shown in the manual.

“Gonna turn it on now,” he said, looking at you. You nodded as he turned it on, almost not feeling anything.

“Turn it up?” you said and he frowned at you.

“You sure? It’s already on Level 4,” he said and you chuckled.

“Babe, I’m sure. This is nothing,” you squeezed his hand.

“How are we sure this is even working?” he asked, turning it up. At Level 8 you felt some cramping, but still not as bad as on the worst days of your period.

“I can feel it. It’s just not that bad? I definitely get worse pain.”

He hummed, his lips pursed, looking at you as he turned it to the upper level and you groaned, closing your eyes.

“You felt that,” he said and you nodded.

“It feels like in the beginning? My pain still gets worse though,” you shrugged.

Max checked the machine but he could hear it working. The hum of it reaching his sensitive ears. After seeing you he felt more than confident that he’d make it through this little challenge you put on.

As if this could be that bad? Not that he’d say you weren’t in pain. But you were human. Maybe you just… had a low pain tolerance?

And he’d even fuck you all night as a reward for staying his little human blood bag. A blood bag he loved very much. The best blood bag. Okay he should maybe stop calling you blood bag even if it was just in his mind.

He shook his head to himself as he turned the machine off and you smiled at him.

“Your turn,” you leaned in to kiss him and he nodded.

“I hope you’re ready to stay human sugarbabe,” he hummed as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest.

You just smiled, looking at him as you pulled the machine off your stomach to put it on him.

He giggled as you brushed your fingers over his stomach and you grinned at him.

“Am ticklish,” he said and you kissed him again.

“I know,” you winked as you sat back.

Max looked at the remote in his hand and then at you, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He checked if everything was how it was supposed to be before he took a deep breath.

He died.

He literally died to become a vampire.

So why was he feeling so hesitant about this? He looked at you, your eyes looking expectantly at him.

“You good to go? You don’t have to. You can just turn me,” you shrugged and he shook his head.

“You know it’s not the easy blood access, why I want you to stay human right? Cause I really love you and all your little cute human traits,” he said and your eyes softened.

“I know, babe. And I really appreciate it,” you kissed him and he pulled one of his hands to your cheek, humming against your lips.

“But you’re still doing this,” you whispered against his lips and he sighed.

“Okay. Turn it on,” he said, giving you the remote.

He was dying.

He was dying again and it was all his ego and this fucking machine’s fault.

“Fuck,” he threw his head back, taking deep breaths his lungs did not even need oxygen to breathe through the pain, yet he was panting like he was in labour. It felt like someone was squeezing his insides slowly. He felt your hand in his and he opened his eyes, looking at you, seeing you try not to laugh.

“Fuck you did not have to turn it on on the highest level???” he groaned loudly.

“It’s level three babe,” you said, trying to keep a straight face and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“You're shitting me?” he said, pulling the remote from your hands, seeing that indeed he was on level three.

“Fuck me,” he got up, walking through the room, turning it up to level four by himself, his hands grabbing a chair as he bend over in pain.

“You want me to suck your cock to find out if it makes it better?” he heard you ask.

“Fuck you,” he said with a laugh.

You hadn’t even reacted until level eight and he was ready to give up at level four? You were in pain worse than this every single month?

He turned it up once more, grunting in pain before he decided to give up, turning it off.

“Fuck this,” he said, ripping the machine off, finding you grinning at him from your spot on the couch.

“Women are fucked if they are in this much pain just because of fucking evolution or some shit,” he opened the fridge, the one with his blood, to get some A negative into his body.

You watched him drink, his eyes still on you.

He sighed, a little pout on his face.

“I’m gonna miss your warm body at night,” he licked his lips as he set the blood down, walking over to you. You raised your eyebrow.

“You want to do it now, or wait?” he asked, kneeling down in front of you. He inhaled your scent deeply.

“Just like that?” you asked. He nodded.

“If I had known, I would have done it years ago, sugarbabe,” he said, his teeth springing out.

You smiled, your hand brushing over his cheek.

“What if… we wait for three weeks and make the most of me being your warm tasty human until then? I just got off my period, so we’re good?”

He smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You should take time off work,” he said, before you shrieked as he picked you up in his arms.

“Why?” you laughed.

“Cause I will enjoy marking your whole body before I’ll turn you to spend eternity with me,” he said, kissing you deeply as he carried you to your bedroom.

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idolatrybarbie · 5 months

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(belatedly) for my 50 follower celebration! @wannab-urs asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

pairing: max phillips x fem!vampire!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit

content tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia if you squint, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

notes: a good ol' hj. this is super belated but life got a little bit better again today so it's time to celebrate. tagging people who expressed interest in this concept at the bottom, mwah <3

He’s got a scar on his left shoulder where you marked him the first time. It seems like so long ago when you’d first taken him into your arms and shown him a new life. A new way to live with the gift he’d been given. Now he has dozens of other scars just like it, bigger or smaller in different places. Still, that one remains your favourite.

When Max wakes, his wrists are already bound together against the winding filigree of the headboard. You considered a hog tie, deciding against it when you got out the rope. For this, you want to see him. All of him.

He wriggles slightly as he comes to, returning from whatever the undead take for sleep. His kind are different from yours. It is what drew you to him in the first place. The great American vampire—you’d never seen one up close. His blood smelled so rich when you first met. You made it your mission for Max Phillips to be yours…and now, he is.

“What’s all this?” he asks, shifting his legs around. They move beneath the covers, rumpling the sheets.

“A project,” you say, sitting by his feet. If your heart could beat, it would be pounding in your chest. The anticipation is everything—this little cat and mouse ordeal being the delicious tip of the iceberg.

“A project?”

“More like a test. Been a while since you’ve had one of those, huh, Maxxie?” you ask.

Max enjoys taking. Pleasure is in the take, of keeping something. This suits you well enough most days; he’s well-behaved and generous. Pleasure is the foreground, but you both know who’s in control behind the scenes.

Some days, though, you aren’t satisfied in being the woman behind the curtain. Some days, you like for Max to give you a little show. Giving for him means giving it all. Today is one of those days.

“Honey,” he says, smugness wiped from his tone. “You know I’m no good at tests.”

“You’re wrong,” you return. “You are going to do just fine.” Max’s brow furrows when you press his nose like a button, grinning down at his body. “I’m going to make you feel good. But you aren’t allowed to finish. Not ‘til I tell you to. Simple, easy. You can do that, Max. Right?”

He wriggles on the bed a bit more, trying to keep his movements controlled and hidden from you. The thought must stir something in his stomach, a whispered yes falling from his lips. You get on the bed properly now, one knee on either side of his legs. Running your hands over the exposed skin of his thighs makes Max shudder. All the silvery marks and mottled skin beneath your hands makes you wet, getting to feel what you’ve done to him.

When you move your hands closer to the hardness in his briefs, Max freezes. He lets you work the piece of clothing from him as he watches. Discarding the underwear on the floor, you focus your attention back on him. The head of his cock is the slightest bit red, the blood he’s consumed flushing his skin.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts,” you say.

“It does,” Max nods. His words elicit no reaction from you, watching him from your seat over his knees. He corrects himself, “It does, Mommy. Sorry.”

You take him into your hand then, the skin of his cock warm against your palm. Another neat trick of the American vampire: warm-blooded. Your skin must feel ice cold against him, but you think he likes that. Max cants his hips up the slightest bit. He’s hoping you won’t notice. Unfortunately for him, you do.

Pulling your hand away, Max groans at the loss of touch. His cock stands at attention, waiting for anything you’re willing to give him. With an open palm, you slap it length-wise. Max draws in a sudden breath, hips jumping.

“Mommy, please. I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you say with the shake of your head. “Every time you misbehave is just extra time you have to wait. So…one.”

“Mommy—” Max begins.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself, Maxxie.”

You go back to stroking him with light hand movements, watching Max bite his tongue. You pinch the skin at his shoulder and watch his arm jerk away. It makes you laugh.

“You don’t like a little bit of pain?” you ask.

“No,” he says.

Your palm is slick with his precum, lubricating every slide of your hand. Picking up the pace a little bit makes Max part his lips in a moan. When his eyelids flutter, you scrape the nails of your other hand against the skin of his thigh. His breath catches in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“You know what? You’re a terrible liar,” you say.

“I’m not lying, Mommy. I promise,” Max says. Your hand is still on him. His eyes are glued to your face when they open again, resisting the urge to look down at where you two touch.

“Yeah, you are,” you singsong.

You scratch at his thigh again, feeling the skin break. There’s something about digging your nails in and feeling blood and tissue underneath that just does it for you. You rub the pads of your fingers into the scratch, coaxing blood from the wound. Smeared red, you bring those fingers to your lips to savour.

“Fuck.”

“A bad word? That’s two.” Max throws his head back against the metal of the headboard with a light thunk. “You like it. I can taste it,” you say. “Like it when I hurt you a little, huh?”

“Mommy,” Max pants.

“Baby, it’s okay. No shame in that.” Moving closer to his ear, you hum. “It’s alright being mommy’s little pain slut.”

The words elicit begging from the man beneath you, a desperate string of pleasepleaseplease filling the air. You know he’s close. It doesn’t mean much to you.

“No baby.” You slow your hand down, pumping his cock languidly as it leaks across your fingers. “We’re not done yet.” Getting a grip at the base of his length, you squeeze him. He sighs hard through his nose as the building fire in his gut dulls to an ebb.

“This isn’t fair,” Max complains.

“Mmhm,” you purr, cheek to cheek now. “You think that bad boys get fair?” Nuzzling into the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says.

“I don’t believe you.” So close to his body, your mouth waters at the smell of him. You lick at Max’s jaw, trailing your tongue along the column of his throat before reaching his shoulder. “You want to be a good boy? Let me take a bite.”

“Mommy—”

“Maxxie.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, giving you permission. First you mouth at the skin, feeling it against your lips. Reveling in his heat. You resume the pace of your hand jerking him off, the hard lines of his shoulders relaxing. Max’s cock is wet and sloppy between the two of you, bright red and probably aching. Just how you want him.

The bite you take is small, flesh spongy between your sharp teeth. It’s soft in your mouth, sliding between your tongue and palate when it goes down easy. Max bleeds, a dribble spilling into a small stream across his chest and down his arm. You lick at the crimson, letting it pool in your mouth as you perch your lips over the wound.

His blood slides to the bed, soaking white sheets a dark red. In another life, it would be a bottle of Zinfandel carelessly spilled—a waste of the best wine in the world. In this life, Max is the only vice you need. His flavour, the flow, that potency. The taste of Max Phillips on your tongue makes you lightheaded. Plasma and platelets, sure, but so much more. It’s heady and raw; the tang of a rough fuck and a sweet kill.

That rush of ending a life. Holding someone’s soul in your hands and snuffing it out. You can feel every life that he has taken, theirs for his own immortal one. It’s their blood, truly, but all of it has been mixed up and ran through Max’s body enough to make it uniquely him. What better high is there than ravaging and killing the man who kills, and knowing you get to do it all over again?

You ask, “More?”

He says, “Yes.”

So you take another bite, and another. All of them surface wounds. They will heal and scar. His body will knit itself back together all for you to tear him apart again. Just the way you like it. The way he does, too.

You deny him twice more of his release, tutting carefully as you watch Max reel back from the edge over and over. Your hand on his dick must hurt more than the biting or the denial now, but he hasn’t told you to stop.

“Mommy, I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t.”

You love reducing such a smug and self-assured creature to a sniveling little boy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A cry tears itself from his throat, your hand still moving quickly. Blood has pooled in his lap, streaking across his hips and thighs.

“No, I just—I can’t,” he snarls. Max’s face morphs into that distinguishable frightening form. His true self. That doesn’t scare you, though.

“You can and you will, baby. You’re almost there. So close. You’re doing so good for mommy,” you say. Kissing his cheeks, you can’t help when your tongue darts out to catch a tear that falls. “What do you need?”

“Kiss me. Please,” Max says. His words come out breathy, light gasps punctuating each one. “Tell me you love me.”

“Aw, Maxxie. Of course I love you. You look so pretty like this.”

Pressing a peck to his nose has Max melting. He leans his torso against you when you finally connect at the mouth. The kiss is soft and slow, the exact opposite of your hand around his length. You slip him your tongue, letting Max taste himself. He moans into your mouth before he pulls away the slightest bit.

He’s breathing against you, still trying to participate in the kiss as he falls off the edge; as you push him. He cums quietly, only a low whimper and heavy breathing to show for it. His spend is sticky across the back of your hand. It dribbles down to your wrist. One liquid mixes in with another, semen and gore staining the both of you.

You cradle his cheek with the messy palm of your hand. The haze in his eyes clears and Max refocuses, looking at you.

“There’s my baby,” you sigh. “Do you feel good?”

The wounds have started to clot, flow slowing as blood dries over his skin and yours. He nuzzles into your cold hand.

“Feel great,” he smiles, and you can tell that he’s back to himself.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you ask.

“Just a minute,” Max says. He puts his arms around you, holding you tight and pulling your body into the mess. Blood smears against your clothes, but you could not care less. “Thank you. I love you.”

You can feel his words thrumming in your veins.

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𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒.

DAY TWELVE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader, max phillips x oberyn, max phillips x reader x oberyn

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, enemies to lovers

summary: after you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: everyone's a vampire including reader, orgies, voyeurism, mlm, threesome, sub!max, switch!reader, dom!oberyn, this is hella explicit btw so read accordingly, rimming, ass play, anal sex (oberyn x max), piv (max x reader), biting, mild mention of blood because vampires

a/n: and this concludes the last day of haunted hoedown! thank you for joining in everyone, I appreciate it! (also this was normally just supposed to be oberyn and reader but oh well, gotta go big am I right?)

Your steps echo down the hall, the ends of your dress trailing behind you, swiping against shiny marble. You’ve hated coming back here. Hated seeing the pity and the mockery in the eyes of the rest of the court. But you had no choice. You knew Oberyn would take you back, in a sick twist of faith, you did belong to him after all. He was a part of you as much as you were a part of him. He had looked at you with anger, betrayal. In a similar fashion, he too had thought you’d left for selfish purposes but it was so much more than that.

So much more.

Now you’re basically the errand girl despite your status. You were made to be a guardian. A protector. Lords began to turn humans for this sole purpose. When a human is turned, they are more loyal to the vampire that turned them. The bond would be strong which made most of them lay down their lives for the one who turned them, the one that gave them eternal life. However, like many things, there was a catch: the vampire had to save the human before turning them. It could be from something minimal or something grand, the grander the threat, the more passionate the new vampire would be to protect.

Of course higher vampires didn’t really care, they just wanted guardians. With time they began to cause the threats that would require the human to be saved themselves. It was a scummy thing to do, but there were no rules dictating otherwise.

Oberyn was different. You would know, he was the one that had turned you.

He actually saved his humans, be it from psychological harm or physical, he saved them and gave them a choice. They could live out their lives however they pleased, they didn’t have to be guardians. And despite the choice, they all stayed. Oberyn provided protection, pleasure, and eternal life.

So everyone stayed.

Everyone except for you.

You stand still at the lord’s quarters. You don’t need to see to know what’s happening on the other side. Lustful moans, the sound of skin smacking against skin—sinful sounds that set a wildfire between your legs. You haven’t been touched since you left, your body remembers his touch, how he would linger and taste. . .

You inhale a sharp breath and knock—loudly.

“The door is open.”

Oberyn. He sounds disinterested already.

You push the large doors open and the sight before you is exactly what you expected.

Men and women kissing, sucking, fucking. They’re all lost in the pleasure, their moans mixing and becoming a beautiful melody. Your nipple grows tight at the sight, your legs slightly buckling under your weight.

Oberyn, of course, is playing with his favorite toy. Max Phillips. The younger vampire is sitting between Oberyn’s spread legs, his cock wrapped with the lord’s fingers. They both gaze upon you at the same time, one cold and one heated—though the warmth of that gaze has nothing to do with you and has everything to do with the fist around his length.

Max smiles crookedly, a puff of air escaping his lips as his hips thrust into Oberyn’s fists. The lord’s eyes drop to his lover’s, lips curling with amusement, “Needy.”

His eyes harden when you clear your throat, “What do you want?” he asks, tone dripping venom. “I am busy, as you can probably tell.”

“I’ve been informed to tell you the meeting for tonight is rescheduled for tomorrow.” he shoots you a glare and you add. “My lord.”

You hate calling him that. He never made you call that before, Max also didn’t call him that. It just proved to everyone that you were now nothing but an outsider within your home. Your heart drops. You always hated being an outcast.

Oberyn’s hand stills on Max’s cock and the latter whines pathetically into the air, a bead of precome trickling down his length and over Oberyn’s knuckles. You meet his gaze. He gazes at you for a second later before commanding the rest to leave. If they’re startled, they don’t show it—they just move the party elsewhere, leaving only you, Oberyn, and Max.

The younger vampire makes way to leave but Oberyn stops him, “Stay,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down his neck. Max shudders, his cock twitching eagerly.

You swallow as Oberyn approaches you, his body bare and cock jutting darkly between his legs. You focus your gaze on his face and find it hard not to look down. His smile is mischievous, “You look troubled,” he says.

“I’m not, my lord,” you add a bit more attitude this time, prompting the raise of his brows. You notice Mac looking towards you curiously, his back against the headboard of the rather large bed.

“You do understand you brought this upon yourself, do you not?” he says. “I do not enjoy punishing my subjects unless it is for pleasure. You were free and you chose to betray me instead.”

In your defense, you wouldn’t exactly call what you did a betrayal.

“I understand.”

He’s irritated. You can tell by the way his jaw twitches, “Forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you,” he spits out, angry. This time you do look away, feeling too much all at once. “Not only did you leave after your oath, you left to join another court,” he seers. “And then when they throw you to the street what do you do? Come crawling back with your tail between your legs. You took advantage of my kindness and the peace of this court. Pathetic.”

It all happens in the blink of an eye. Your anger flares, overtakes every fiber of your being, and before you know it the flat of your palm connects with his cheek. The sound of it echoes through the chamber. From the corner of your eyes, you see Max’s eyes going wide, his body going tense as he straightens up to subdue you if need be.

Your slap hadn’t done much to Oberyn. It had simply resulted in a slight turn of his head, the lack of effect you have on him angers you further, and you attempt to smack him again—

However, as unaffected as he might be, he doesn’t allow it.

You grit your teeth at the way he holds your wrist, his fingers too tight around your bone. You attempt to snatch your arm back but he doesn’t allow that either, he flashes you his fangs, eyes momentarily turning purple before resuming their warm brown color.

“Careful there little fox, you don’t want to be angering my favorite guardian now, would you?”

Your eyes snap to Max who is now standing, a sheet loosely wrapped between his waist. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t look angry only worried.

Once more you pull your hand to break free of your hold but the effort only makes him smile, showing your fangs, you hiss. “Let go of me, Oberyn.”

He lets go of the fact that you used his name.

“Why so angry all of a sudden?” he rolls his tongue over every syllable. “Did you not leave? Did you not go and work for the court who murdered my sister? Do not expect forgiveness.” the pink of his tongue moves over his bottom lip. “I was sad when you left. And when I grow sad. . . I grow angry.”

“I did not have a choice!” your voice booms against the walls, startling both him and Oberyn, taking advantage of it, you snatch your hand away. “You do not know what’s it like to have a bond you cannot control, to be tethered to you in a way that I would lay down my life for you. He does,” you point at Max, his lips are tight, his gaze hard. You look back to Oberyn. “But you do not. It overwhelmed me Oberyn. I was scared of it. I was scared of feeling so much so suddenly and left because of it. They were the only court that would take me in. No one else dared.” you hiss out. “I did not enjoy it. I did not revel in the fact of being away from my home—from you. I was thrown away because they noticed I purposefully caused more harm than good.”

His lips part but you don’t allow him to say anything, “You do not get to call me pathetic. Especially since you do not know how it feels to be us.”

Your heart rams against your chest, your breath coming in short, quick pants. You have no idea what comes after this. Do you leave? Do you say something else? Do you apologize? Your thoughts are a hurricane, scattered and constantly spinning.

Oberyn’s gaze lingers a second longer before turning around and heading to the bed, “Very well,” he says, pulling Max back between his legs. “Come and join us, little fox. You want to, I saw it in your eyes when you first came in.”

Your mouth opens, closes, and then opens back up again, “Is that all you have to say?”

Oberyn’s hands move down the inside of Max’s thighs, he still seems on edge but melts when he squeezes his plump flesh. A fresh wave of arousal dampens the fabric of your underwear.

“You should have told me before you left,” he says and kisses Max’s neck before he continues. “I would have tended to you, make the process easier. I would have looked after you. I know how hard your. . . previous life was. However, I still can not fully forgive you for leaving to work with them. No matter how much chaos you might have caused there. That will take time. But. . . in the meanwhile,” Oberyn suddenly grips Max is jaw, forcing the other’s gaze onto you. He slips two fingers into his mouth and Max sucks greedily, the sheets falling away from his waist. “You may resume being my guard again. This one. . . this one has missed you greatly.”

Heat blossoms all over the expanse of your skin, your arousal growing as Max averts his eyes, “Has he now?” you mutter, knowing that they both heard you cristal clearly. Oberyn’s grin is predatory.

“He has,” Oberyn roughly jerks Max’s cock and he moans around the thick fingers in his mouth. “Look how aroused he gets with you watching, such a good boy.”

Max’s hips jerk and a loud whine rattle in his throat, Oberyn only cackles, “Tell her.” he commands as he pulls out his fingers.

“I am not telling her that,” Max says, the first words you’ve heard him speak of since you entered the chamber. “Just because you are eager to forgive and forget doesn’t mean I have to.”

“Such a brat,” Oberyn hisses, eyes finding yours. “Well, I guess you need to make him forgive you,” he teases. “I would start by sucking his cock.”

Max’s lips split into a wide smile, “That might work.”

You fight against the urge to roll your eyes, your lips tug in a half smile, your heart feeling light and playful. Both of their eyes eat you up as you drop your charcoal dress to the floor. Max’s cock twitches repeatedly within Oberyn’s palm, eager to feel your lips. You share his enthusiasm as you climb the bed. The sheets soft like velvet under your knees.

“You want me to suck your cock?” you tease and pry away Oberyn’s fingers. Max doesn’t say a word, lips shut tight as he pushes himself back further into Oberyn’s chest. The lord grins. He teases the sensitive skin between Max’s ear with his fangs. “If you don’t tell me I can’t give you what you want.”

He snarls, “Yes, I want you to suck my cock,” then he adds with a smug grin. “I’ve missed seeing you gag around it princess.”

You try very hard to hide how his words affect you but it’s for naught. His grin only widens at the sight of your very visible shudder. When you drop your gaze to his torso, he quickly forces your gaze back up by sneaking two fingers under your chin. He holds your gaze only for a moment before sliding his hand to the back of your neck and pushing you down.

You slide your tongue underneath as you take him into your mouth. You’ve forgotten how much you had to part your lips to wrap your lips around him. Max groans loudly, thrusting shallowly between your lips.

“Does that feel good, pet?” Oberyn asks Max. “You’ve missed that eager mouth a lot, huh?”

Max makes an affirmative sound and presses his lips against Oberyn’s, you hear both their moans as they devour each other, tongues lacing together in a messy claim of mouths.

You take him further down your throat and pull back, Max breaks the kiss with a gasp and looks down. He watches you with blown eyes, his brows furrowing with pleasure as you allow a sting of spit to fall to the slit. Oberyn continuously decorates the other’s neck with fleeting kisses, soothing his nerves. Your eyes fluttering but not closing, you push his cock to his pelvis and lick the skin that leads to his hole. A choked moan rips from his throat and you head Oberyn shushing him immediately after.

Stroking his cock, you press your lips against his cute little hole and trace the rim with the tip of your tongue. He follows the movements of your tongue, inching closer, whimpers of your name fall one by one, you fight the urge to touch yourself and instead, you push your tongue inside.

“F—Fuck,” he gasps. “Shit shit— that feels so good, don’t stop—”

You smile as you force your tongue deeper, Oberyn chuckles, “You never get this desperate with me,” he says sounding almost jealous. His next words are directed at you. “Get him wet and ready for me.”

You hum with approval, spitting again before pressing your mouth. Max ruts into your tight fist, whining and groaning as you prepare him for Oberyn. You feel his hand in your hair, his needy tugs while he attempts to both push you away and pull you closer. You squeeze his thighs, thrust your tongue deeper into him.

His back arches and his body shakes, parting away, you look at him through heavy lashes. Max looks at you with a hooded gaze, swimming in lust, he only understands the look you’re giving him when you slowly open your mouth and show your fangs, “I missed the taste of you on my tongue,” you say, breath hitching.

Oberyn looks at you with interest and amusement, his gaze quickly moves to Max.

He blinks heavily, lips parting, he spreads his legs further, giving you a delicious view of his flesh, “Go ahead,” he murmurs.

You accept the invitation gleefully. You kiss the inside of his thigh before grazing the sharp edges of your teeth against it. Only those who truly care to sink their teeth into one another because it is done out of choice, not hunger. You lick the salt of his skin before biting in, you feel the puncture of skin and flesh against your teeth, the flood of warm blood trickling down your throat. Max shudders, with the corner of your eyes you see him burrowing into Oberyn’s neck who is holding him tightly as you swallow.

Max tastes sweet. He always has, despite his sometimes unagreeable personality. Warm blood trickles from the corner of your lips, down your throat, he kisses and nips at Oberyn’s strong neck.

When you part, you’re whole again.

“Come here,” Oberyn mutters and without waiting, he grabs you by the neck and crashes your lips together. He slides his tongue over yours, tasting Max, he swallows the moans you make. Meanwhile, Max’s fingers trace between your wet folds, swirl around your clit. He bites the top swell of your breast and you flinch, yet leans into the sharp pain at the same time.

“I want you so bad,” Max groans between swallows. “You taste so sweet.”

“Do you want him to fuck you?” Oberyn asks against your lips. He already knows the answer but you nod helplessly. “Let us switch places then.”

You lay down where the two were sitting not moments ago. Max settles between your legs and as he does you still feel the throb caused by his fangs above your breast. He leans in quickly, as if you might vanish into the night, and claims your lips, tasting himself, you, and Oberyn on your tongue.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he says with a slurred speech. “Gonna fuck you so good that you’re never gonna leave again.”

Your heart sinks a little further down your chest, beating painfully at his words. You nod because you don’t know what else to say or do. The heft of his cock lays heavy over the softness of your stomach. You arch your back gently, wishing to see his face twisting with pleasure instead of bitterness. It works, it must have because, at the graze of your skin, his lips part with a gasp.

“She won’t,” Oberyn answers instead. “I think our little fox learned her lesson about leaving.”

You swallow thickly and nod. You fear that maybe forgiveness is most certainly out of reach—that Oberyn could never forgive you, not truly. He drags you away from your thoughts with a touch to your lips, your eyes flutter as he slightly parts your lips and feels your fang under his finger.

He doesn’t say anything but the gesture is enough to relax your guilt-ridden heart. Oberyn’s gaze shifts to Max’s back. He makes a show of spitting into his hand and jerking himself, a fresh wave of arousal wets your thighs at the sight.

“Do you think you will be able to take me?”

Max nods and pushes himself back to grind against his lord’s cock, “Yes,” he breathes out.

“Good. I am feeling impatient today.”

You watch breathlessly as Max’s face morphs into one of absolute pleasure. His brows furrow and jaw drops, face growing slack. He moans loudly only an inch away from your face, his breath fanning your heated skin. You cradle his face and pull him to your lips. You two meet in a sloppy kiss as Oberyn buries himself to the hilt. The other man shudders and gasps into your mouth, he falls into your neck. Your lips snug against his forehead, you reach between your sweaty bodies and wrap your fingers around his weeping cock, you guide it to your core, urging him to bury his cock deep into you.

“I thought you were going to fuck me so good that I would never want to leave again, Maxy. Show me what I missed.”

He whimpers but manages to push himself up, Oberyn keeps still as Max thrusts forward, sliding into you with ease. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He always stretches you so thoroughly, filling you up perfectly. Max adorns your neck with kisses and soon Oberyn pulls back and pushes forward, the movement forcing Max to fuck you even deeper.

You thread your fingers through Max’s hair and pull him closer, making sure he can kiss and suck on your neck as he thrusts into you. His hips move sloppily thanks to Oberyn pistoning from behind, the heat building quickly between your bodies as he fucks further and further into the other. Oberyn’s hands are all over Max, gripping his hips and guiding his motions as he fucks him hard. Oberyn grunts and drops down to sink his teeth into there Max’s neck meets his shoulder. Max’s hips stutter with a pitiful whine tearing from his throat. Oberyn feasts on his blood, moaning into his veins as his hips hammer into him. You can feel the sheer strength in Oberyn’s thrusts, and it only adds to the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through you.

A sudden pulse of pleasure washes over you as you clench around him, Max moans out loud.

“Fuck baby, are you gonna come?” he nuzzles your neck and you let out an equally pitiful whine, your entire body burning, trembling, with him filling you over and over again. “Please come,” he says in a daze. “Come for me, baby, please. I want it so bad, come on my cock and I’ll fill you up so good—please please please—”

“F—Fuck, Max—” You feel the familiar heat pooling in your stomach, your body only needed that final nudge to tumble off the edge. But Max is lost in the pleasure, only taking what he’s given. You beg for him to fuck you harder and he hears none of it, his lips pressed into your neck, inhaling your scent. Oberyn, however, knows what you need. He always does. His hands move to grip your hips as well, pulling you back against Max with each thrust.

Your skin goes taut over muscle. The sensations overwhelm you as you come with a loud cry, clenching around Max’s cock as he surprisingly follows suit, his own cries mixing with yours.

“Look at my sweet pets,” Oberyn breathes, burying himself even deeper, pushing both you and Max together. Max chokes on a cry, his hard cock still throbbing as he spills himself into you. Your lips part wide and Oberyn sneaks two fingers between your lips, pressing them into your tongue. “Look at me as I come,” he growls as Max whines for more, his body pliant and willing.

Oberyn groans and stills, buried deep inside Max, he finds his own release. He doesn’t break his gaze from you as he fills and fills and fills the other man. You feel him leaking as his spend trickles down and moves down your spread cunt. Your lids flutter yet, you still manage not to look away, wanting desperately to please your lord.

“Good little fox,” he teases, pressing further one last time before pulling away. His fingers leave your mouth and Max collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he continues to breathe heavily in post-coital bliss.

You quickly wrap your arms around him, his cock softening inside of you, “Good boy,” you mutter. “You felt so fucking good Max, I’ve missed your cock.”

His cock twitches with interest and he smiles, “If you continue with the dirty talk I might have to fuck you again.”

Oberyn lays beside you and pulls you both towards his sweaty chest. Your bodies are a tangle of limbs and sweat as you all catch your breath, slowly coming down from the intense high. Max rolls off of you, sliding between you and Oberyn, but you don’t mind the loss of his warmth as Oberyn kisses you, holding you close to them both, not allowing you to pull away.

“If you ever leave there won’t be a third time,” he says against your lips, your breath catches in his throat upon hearing the silent threat in his tone. Max presses his lips right above Oberyn’s sternum, kissing him slowly as if to calm him. Oberyn pays no mind. “Tell me you understand what I am telling you.”

“I understand, my lord.”

Both of them stiffen for a second before loosening up, Oberyn smiles.

“Good.”

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“Im bored. Wanna play?” With Max Phillips 🥴😩

Ooohh, Nonnie! 😏 I love this prompt choice for Maxie, it fits so nicely for him, however I must admit that when typing this up, I was still in my fluffy feels 🤣. We got ourselves some soft Max Phillips over here. Thank you for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read, my darling. ❤️

Overstimulated

Pairing: Max Phillips x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Teasing, flirting, complimenting. Smut. Gentle/Passionate smut. Oral (M receiving). Over stimulation. Fade to black sex in the bathtub. Lots of fluff.

Prompts: "I'm bored. Wanna play?"

Staying at home this peaceful Sunday, you chose the activity that most people would do and just relaxed to the full extent by doing all the little things you love.

First up was sleeping in late this morning, and you loved every minute of it. Secondly, you ordered breakfast rather than cooking it yourself, and you savoured every bite. You were just feeling lazy and enjoyed the delicacy of someone else cooking for you instead, and thirdly, you’ve just finished running an extra hot bubble bath and plan to read a book for the next fifteen or twenty minutes while the water cools down enough for you to climb in.

It’s the little things that bring you comfort and joy.

Your vampire boyfriend however, Max Phillips, has just come home from work earlier than you expected him to. Not a lot of people at his firm work on Sundays, but a few take up any chance they can get working double time, and today as it seems, Max came home early because it’s too quiet in the office. Well, that’s your immediate assumption because the man is a workaholic.

“Hey baby,” You greet him as he enters the lounge, “Everything ok?” You ask, though you suspect everything is ok and you’ve already assumed the reason why he’s home early, you still ask just in case something is wrong. Besides, it opens the door to a conversation about how his day has been and you’re interested to know, even if there isn’t much to tell.

“No, actually. Everything isn’t ok,” He replies, and your mood shifts instantly with worry. Setting your book down and sitting up straight on the sofa, you look at him with furrowed brows and pat the empty seat beside you, beckoning him to come explain what’s wrong.

After shaking off his jacket and draping over the back of the sofa, he loosens his tie while walking towards you, the expression on his face speaking of mischief and devilry. “Just spent six hours at work doing nothing, toots. It was torture,” He explains, pouting exaggeratedly, “Then I come home to find you on the sofa, looking so fine and beautiful.”

You blush. Hearing the little sexy growl in his voice and feeling flattered by his compliments, the mood shifts once again, worry was quickly replaced with relief and arousal, especially when he takes position on the table in front of you and leans in, his proximity dangerously tempting your sexual desire to just jump on top of him and make love, though you hold back on the urge just to be a tease.

“Max,” You tut and shake your head at him, “You scared me for a second there. Don’t do that again, I thought something bad happened.” You berate with a whine in your tone, but it just flies over his head anyway because the vampire abilities he possesses can sense the lies in your words. You’re not actually mad at him, not in the slightest, in fact, you found his actions amusing.

“But it’s the truth, toots.” Max argues his case and point, dragging the tip of his finger up and down your inner leg with a smirk on his lips. “I can’t help but feel the way I feel when you look so fucking hot.” He pays you another compliment, this time with a genuine warm smile as you blush again. His hands, cold and soft to the touch, slip around the back of your legs with a gentle squeeze as he maintains your eye contact. “Do you have anything to do? Or do I have you all to myself?” He asks, keeping in mind that you were just about to read a book and how you like to spend your Sunday’s relaxing.

“Just my bath, which is cooling down,” You reply honestly, your eyes darting to the book with a shrug. “I could read later tonight instead. Why, what do you have in mind?” You watch as Max subtly bites his lip, his dark wanton eyes roaming the expanse of your face with suggestion. “I’m bored,” He whispers seductively, his hands groping your thighs now, “Wanna play?”

“Gee, I thought you’d never ask,” You respond eagerly, mirroring his actions as you, too, bite your lip with an anticipated nod. “I’d love to play, Maxie,” closing the gap ever so slowly, you dare an attempt to pull your head back, but the man was far too quick. He chuckles softly while his hand darted up and cradled the back of your neck, holding you still to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips.

“Stop playing with me, toots.” Max growls into your mouth and smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue inside. You slide your hands up his chest and pull his tie off completely, caressing his shoulders that draws out a groan so delectable to your ears. He breaks the kiss, sighing breathily, “Love it when you do that.”

You close the gap this time and kiss him fervently, passionately, expressing your love wordlessly. Max picks up on your desires, not only from your actions but from the smell of your pheromones too. It’s so potent that it makes him feel weak in the knees. Usually, he likes to take the lead and show you a good time, but right now, he follows your movements as you guide him to sit on the sofa and lean back.

“Open your shirt for me,” You ask while kneeling to the floor, situating yourself between his legs. “Too many buttons and I’m too impatient,” You reach out for his belt and open it up, pulling the leather through the loops on his pants before tossing it over your shoulder.

“Fuck,” He makes a surprised sound, breathing deep and hard with a palpable ache to feel your lips around his cock. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” He groans, popping the top three buttons of his shirt open before pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. The man would tear it open, but you bought him this shirt and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

You giggle from his actions regardless, finding something so sweet and wholesome about him being gentle. It wouldn’t matter to you if he did tear it off, but you liked that he didn’t. Hips lifting off the sofa to help you pull down his trousers after you open them up, your brows raise with delight when seeing, and hearing, his dick spring back and slap against his lower stomach. “Oh,” You whisper while watching dribbles of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and onto his skin. “Someones excited.”

“Can you really blame me?” Max chuckles bashfully and looks at you with accusatory eyes. “My gorgeous girlfriend is sitting between my legs, of course I’m excited.” The muscles in his legs tense as you reach out to hold them, running your hands up and down his thighs firmly, and smiling proudly at the way his dick twitches from your actions. You love seeing him so clearly affected by your touch.

“Well,” You say, looking up at him, “Don’t let me keep you waiting, sexy.” Leaning slowly while holding his gaze, he watches you attentively as you drag your tongue up his cock and his mouth falls open with a gasp spilling from his lips. You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him inside your mouth with a gentle suck, the action making him jerk away with sensitivity and throw his head back in bliss.

“Nghh! Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Max chokes out, and you love the struggle he faces when trying to talk coherently between pleasurable moans. You take more of him inside your mouth until it becomes uncomfortable in your jaw, then you begin bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off with skill as you fondle his balls. You feel the weight of them in your hands, so full and desperate to release its contents into the warmth of your mouth.

The man balled his hands into fists at his sides and his jaw clenches with his brows tightly knitted together. “Fuck!” He grunts, then gasps with hurried breaths. “Fuck. Gonna cum already,” He warns with a tinge of shame to his voice, as if he were ashamed for not lasting longer than he usually does. You don’t mind either way. It’s rewarding in itself to see the man unfolding before your very eyes so quickly.

Upon feeling his balls tighten in the palm of your hands and watching him throw his head back with all the dirty noises you love to hear that were so satisfying to your ears, you braced for the load he was about to spill. You sample a taste of salt on your tongue and hum around him, the vibrations of your voice working as added stimulation that just ultimately pushes him over the edge.

“Ohhhh,” Max moans, deeply and gutturally, he moans through his release and spills ropes upon ropes of his seed directly down your throat as you gulp it all back. Even after he had given all that he could, you continued to suck his cock until he became overstimulated, groaning brokenly as he jerked away. “Too much, toots.” He whispers, needing a moment to come down from his high before re-joining reality. The man's head was in the clouds, overcome with ecstasy and euphoria.

There’s only been a handful of occasions where you’ve been able to render Max so weak and exhausted with satisfaction, and that was after he had gone several rounds with you first. Seeing him exhausted and completely spent right now brings you a huge sense of pride and achievement. He needed a little longer than a moment to come back down to earth, and while he did that, you peppered him with loving kisses, praises in your whispers and reassurance in your stroking touch.

Moving up his body slowly and gazing into his eyes, you kiss his lips gently and mumble how much you love him, to which he mumbles how much he loves you too in return. And as soon as his stamina and energy returned, your clothes were discarded quicker than you’ve ever removed them with your own hands and before you knew it, he whisked you into the bathroom and lowered himself into the tub with you held in his arms.

And together, you shared a hot bubble bath, making love to each other passionately.

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The Blue Hour

a Max Phillips & Bloodsucking Bastards FanFic Chapter 1: There Goes the Building

Pairing: Max Phillips of Bloodsucking Bastards x afab!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit / NSFW 18+ (No Minors)

Warnings: Most of these warnings will apply to later Chapters. Chapter 1 is fairly light and fluffy "getting to know you" with some steamy close calls, lingering touches and what have you (the what have you is the best part). But don't worry - we'll be getting down and dirty in Chapter 2.

A bit of rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration - P in V, oral [m + f receiving]), food play, 18+ only content, able bodied fem afab reader, alcohol consumption, non-gendered pet names, fem can be carried and has hair - though length is not mentioned, consensual "bondage", some use of y+n - but not explicitly, though consensuality is implied and intended through actions and reactions, no protection used for Vampire reasons TBD (be wise and always use protection, this is fiction). Did attempt to stay away from gendered pronouns and nicknames, although did use the word woman, 3 times throughout the entire piece (not fully published yet) referring to OC. Future chapters will discuss history endo / adeno, and of previous relationship / SA; there will also be Vampire hunting, murdering, and blood….sucking bastards.

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Sitting at my little mahogany desk, stretching back in the leather desk chair, I shut off my phone alarm as it blasted the opening chords of Raspberry Beret. 3:15 a.m. - time to grab my laundry from the basement of the old apartment building where I was settled.

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Weird time to be doing laundry, huh? Not for me, though - I’d had insomnia for, let’s see, I’ll have to count on fingers and toes, 5 + 12 + 3 months, so that makes...20 months.

20 months without sunlight, for the most part. I’d had random doctor appointments that interrupted my daytime drowsiness, but about 20 months ago, I broke a little inside and haven’t been able to get back on a normal schedule.

So middle of the night laundry. And mail. And gym time, groceries, cleaning, working…

Honestly, it’s not that bad - I make my living narrating books, and I can do that whenever. Groceries get delivered to my apartment, I’m living Sandra Bullock’s The Net dream life. Peace, quiet, solitude, and ultimate zen.

Is it lonely sometimes? Sure. But that’s what my vibrator is for, and Mr. Rochester is doing fine work. The best part for us is that it’s pretty noncommittal, given that his back story is that he keeps his mentally unwell wife in the attic. Thank you, Charlotte Brontë.

As I headed down the apartment stairwell with my laundry basket against my hip, wearing my laundry day “Li’l Sebastian” (you’re 5,000 candles in the wind) t-shirt, and my hair in a side party-pony, I scrolled through my phone looking for the perfect song. Walking down the stairs, the scent of clean laundry wafting nearer, I enjoyed the open breezes from the stairwell windows. Spring was certainly taking the tepid steps of a lamb, easing along and bringing slightly warmer licks on gentle winds, carrying hints of flowers and plants experiencing horticultural resurrection.

The laundry room, in the dank cement-block basement, was far enough from the apartments that you could throw a party and no one would know, but it also had amazing acoustics. The actual accommodations, on the other hand, left much to be desired - but down here? Chef’s kiss - perfection. Which is why I always seized the opportunity of being the only one awake doing laundry, to partake in one of my favorite activities: singing while folding laundry. The ultimate mood booster.

As I scrolled through my Spotify, I landed on a classic and hit play, crooning in my best sultry voice, “I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star, to pray on or wish on or something like that…”

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I continued folding, singing at the top of my lungs, letting my voice trickle through the runs, shimmying my shoulders as I danced in place. Breathing right along with Fiona Apple during Paper Bag, “Oh, hunger hurts - but I want him so bad, oh-oh it kills, because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up. I got to fold because these hands are just too - shaky to hold. Hunger hurts, but starving, it works, when it costs too much to love.”

Daintily placing the last folded item on top, I turned around and was startled to see a man in a three piece suit standing in the doorway of the laundry room.

This is why I don’t wear airpods down here. Safety first.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize someone else was down here. And - you just had to endure me giving a private demonstration on how to sing like no one’s listening and dance like no one’s watching.”

I uncomfortably raised my eyebrow and pursed my lips.

“If I gave you money, you could be my private dancer, my dancer for money.” He smirked.

“Tina Turner? Really? I don’t know if that’s the best way to - “ I paused before changing my mind, “No, wait a minute, I think if you’re even going to start with that proposition you have to at least sing it to me. Otherwise, that’s a lazy proposal.”

He didn’t laugh, but he didn’t not laugh. While I gave him the once over, waiting for his response, I noticed that he was unnervingly handsome. Sandy brown hair, with eyes like a hot, fresh espresso, I could practically smell the roasty cinnamon and nutmeg, getting lost in them as he poured them over me, so warm and comforting. His smile crept up to one side - I had a hard time determining its sincerity, but he certainly seemed amused by me. Why? I had no idea. Like the mere idea of me tickled him as he watched me uncomfortably shift in my laundry day outfit and party pony under his gaze.

“Another time, absolutely.” I took a step back, confused by his response, “I’m more interested in who you want so bad that it kills?”

“Huh?” I asked him, ineloquently, and then, “I’m sorry - what are you asking me?”

He gave a low chuckle, and stepped closer, “The song you were singing. You sang about how you ‘want him so bad, OH, it kills,’ -- “ he put his face next to mine, “who do you want?”

“You’re intense, aren’t you?”

Stepping back, he raised his eyebrows.

“How about a, ‘Hi, my name is, I don’t know - Blake? I live in the building, I like ponies and narwhals, and my favorite book is something super pretentious about fountain pens’?”

His smile widened from a half smile to a full smile, “My name is Max Phillips, I live in the building, I do like ponies - and narwhals, in theory, I’ve never seen one. My favorite book is The Grapes of Wrath and basically anything by Bill Waterson.”

“Wait - Bill Waterson? Calvin & Hobbes, Bill Waterson?” I responded, a bit shocked, but highly intrigued.

“Yes, but I think you’re supposed to respond in kind,” the words were nice, although they sounded a bit like an order, which I’m not a huge fan of, but for some reason I didn’t seem to mind coming from him.

I told him my name, that I was a huge Capote fan, loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s and In Cold Blood, but that I also really, really loved Dickens, too. Specifically David Copperfield. I hated to admit it, but somehow he’d cracked me open and gotten me talking about my favorite subject. As I stood there waxing on about the upside down ship house and Aunt Betsey Trotwood, and how the movie Breakfast at TIffany’s differed from the book, the laundry basket kept drooping lower and lower on my hip. Without realizing it until I had finished a particularly impassioned speech, I noticed that Max was holding my laundry basket for me. I had been wildly gesticulating with both hands while he contentedly watched me.

“Oh my goodness.” I started, realizing that I’d gone off on a tangent, “I’m so sorry - you probably have other things that you’re meant to be doing.”

My eyes drifted to his suit, perfectly tailored, the button-up underneath holding on just barely, and the snug collar that would probably be a lot more comfortable for him if I were to loosen his tie for him. I bit my lower lip, thinking about it - and then told myself to snap out of it. Alone is good and healthy. So what if my therapist friends say “fine” is a four letter word? I’m fine. I’m FINE. He’s fine. Haha. No. Back to narrating books. Oh shit, he’s looking at me.

“I’m not in any rush,” he started - but I took the laundry basket away from him anyway.

Immediately, he reached out and grabbed my hand in between my thumb and forefinger, pressing firmly, “Did you know that this spot right here is an acupressure point, that helps with migraines?”

“Oh!” caught by surprise, I let out a gasp. “Well, that’s incredibly useful information, thank you,” nervously, I chuckled, “I’m gonna go, but it was really nice to meet you, Max.”

“It was an extremely pleasurable experience for me, as well.” He said, his words dripping with single, double, and I didn’t know it was possible, but triple entendre as well.

As I walked back up the stairs, I thought about what he had just done for me - the acupressure point. How did he know that I was getting a migraine? Was it just obvious from my facial expressions? Well, I suppose I’d rather he recognize that I was having a migraine than think I wasn’t interested. Wait - is he a doctor? Shoot. I didn’t ask. We also didn’t exchange numbers. I can’t go back, I’m already halfway up the stairs. Ugh! You know what? No. I’m therapist “F” word. FINE. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. Meanwhile, I know Mr. Rochester is charged and waiting. It’s all good.

By the time I got back to my apartment my migraine was actually gone, and I was feeling quite flushed after the passing experience with Max, so I decided to treat myself. I lit my fancy Sage & Peppermint candle, turned on my “To Be Savored” playlist, then went straight to my treasure box and pulled out Mr. Rochester. I know exactly how to set the mood for me.

I thought about Max’s handsomely roguish grin, with its slight dimple and the way his eyes crinkled playfully, like he wanted to keep toying with me all night. Placing Mr. Rochester onto my clitoris, then rubbing up and down to get him wet - easily done. After where my thoughts had been, I turned him on to the first vibration and started moaning lightly. In the back of my mind, it registered that I heard footsteps coming down the corridor of apartments in the hallway, just outside of mine. I turned the vibrator up another click and moaned a bit more, thinking about a fantasy situation where Max came bursting into my apartment, and fucked me right here and now. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped right outside the door of my apartment.

Panting, there was a sudden twitch as my clitoris began to orgasm, unable to determine what was fantasy and reality.

“Is he outside my apartment?!” I hissed in confusion and paranoia. I ramped up the vibrator, and let myself have it, breathing out, “Oh god, Max!”

Then, the footsteps started again, and I heard a deep baritone chuckling.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Shit.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

It had been a few days, and I started to wonder if Max was actually real, or just the product of my desperate, overactive imagination. If that was the case, kudos to me. I really could not have imagined a more perfect specimen.

I would be glad, if he were simply imagined.

Because I was so horrified post-self-coital that he might’ve heard me, that I did actively hide even more so than I’ve already been hidden.

But I still had to get mail, and I do still exercise pretty regularly, so there was bound to be an incident. Not that there had been, or that we’d bumped into each other in the gym before, but the odds of someone you’ve never met from your building, bumping into you in the laundry and then walking down your hallway at the exact moment that you just happen to decide to masturbate to their extremely, tall, hovering frame - the odds, what were they, really? I laughed to myself, to keep myself from overheating and crying a little bit.

However, I’d been keeping my nighttime moonlighting as the resident lounge singer on the very, very nonexistent down low. Which, yes, “crushes my fragile spirit,” sure, but worth it not to bump into someone I fantasy-orgasmed to very loudly.

Especially if they were real and happened to hear me through my poorly sound-proofed door. The cringe is real, the cringe has its own cringe, the cringe lives in a house made of cringe on Cringe Lane in the town of Cringe at the edge of Cringe Lake. But when you say it that way, it just sounds British, and suddenly, my cringe sounds quaint, doesn’t it? But oh, god - what if Cringe Lake has a Cringe Lake House, with a magic mailbox? No. I can’t entertain that idea. It’s too much, I’m spinning out!

The only thing that really centers me, is heading down to the basement gym. Is it poorly lit with the same cement block walls as the laundry room? Is it carpeted with a full wall of mirrors and a bar for an imaginary barre class that I sometimes pretend that I’m taking? Are there only two ellipticals, one exercise bike, and only one set of mismatched weights, but 5 treadmills? Yes, yes, yes, always, yes, yes, yes, who knows why - maybe because of the prancercise craze of the mid 90’s? (It’s just prancing. Prancing, I said!)

My machine of choice? Always the elliptical. I’ve never been skiing, but I like to pretend like I’m Audrey Hepburn, in the Swiss Alps at the very beginning of the movie Charade, when she’s at a ski resort in the Swiss Alps, not skiing at all, and then she never goes back there at any time for the rest of the movie. What I’m really saying is, I watch something on my iPad for almost an hour until I reach an esoteric high.

Tonight though, I needed to focus. No comfort binging Law & Order: SVU. Nay, it was vital I concentrate on the latest book I was narrating. I would love to say that it was something that will take the literary world by storm but, it was definitely a bit more niche.

The plot was focused on sexy British assassins - a first day on the job for one, while the other had been training their whole life. Naturally, the conflict being that they’d slept together once before and someone accidentally lost their memory when they were kidnapped. Of course, that led to misunderstandings, and one assassin thought the other was blowing them off, when it was just simply a case of, “I was drugged by a rival assassin team and forgot everything that happened between us”.

Make no mistake, once everything was cleared up - there was a lot of sex in this book. A LOT of sex in this book. So much. And you have to wonder when people are writing this, is this what they like? Do they have a partner that they’re trying all of this out with first to make sure it works? Should I be trying this out first in order to be an accurate narrator?

Oh, no. Stop thinking about Max.

As I placed my iPad on the elliptical along with my water bottle and stepped up onto the machine, my thoughts began to drift. Setting the machine to Interval Training, I opened up my iPad to the book and continued where I’d left off, trying to decide what voice I would give to the main character, to her counterpart. Although, there was a possibility the author would be finding another narrator to read for the male character. I wouldn’t know until later.

These thoughts trailed beneath as I read about how the male character could identify the female character by her scent. Ridiculous, I thought, letting out an amused giggle, even with a personalized perfume, really? Tracking her by her scent across London? Who would buy that?

Things continued to heat up for the protagonists, but right before they were about to rip their clothes off, my elliptical made a disappointed, whoosh sound as it transitioned from cool down to off.

Same, elliptical. Same.

Climbing off the elliptical, I turned up the music on my phone, and started stretching out my muscles. As I finished my stretches, Adele’s Send My Love (To Your New Lover) came on, and there was no way I was going to resist singing along.

Fuck it, it’s 2:45 a.m.

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I grabbed the mirror rail, feeling myself entirely, swaying my hips back and forth. Sliding down and dipping back up, dragging my hand down my neck, my chest, and letting it rest on my stomach, I closed my eyes and belted, “Send my love to your new lo-o-ver! Treat her be-e-etter. We’ve gotta let go of all of our ghosts, we both know we ain’t kids no more….”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m very glad we’re not kids anymore.”

“Oh SHIT!”

I jumped and hit my elbow against the mirror, then immediately slid down the mirror hard and hit the same spot on my elbow on the mirror rail, landing on my backside, cradling my elbow.

“Oh! Sad face!” I yelped.

“Did you just say ‘sad face’?” Max had rushed over from where he’d been standing in the doorframe watching me, and with tempered concern put his hand on my forehead, then my arm to see if I was alright.

“Yes, I believe it’s the current preferred standard of emoting. It’s clear, concise…it’s um,” I started to drift a little.

“Hey, stay with me, tell me more about your emojis.”

Taking his phone, he turned on the flashlight and shone it in my eyes, holding my chin to keep me steady, “Pretty eyes, song bird,” and gave me a half smile.

“I’m not a BIRD. I’m a full grown adult woman.”

Eyeing me up and down, Max scoffed gently while shaking his head, “There’s no denying that. Luckily it looks like you don’t have a concussion, but unfortunately,” licking his lips softly as he looked at my elbow, which had a large splinter of wood sticking out of it and a little bit of blood starting to drip from the site, “I’m gonna have to cut my workout short. I think this is definitely a ‘walk my sexy neighbor home emergency’.”

It was my turn to scoff, “Okay, okay - how many sexy neighbors do you walk home every night? Don’t act like this is impressive or like I should be impressed because I’m not.”

He didn’t laugh out loud, but his deep laugh rumbled and shook his chest, like he was deliberately trying not to laugh at me. As though he thought it was important to me, to be taken seriously. Which it IS, of course, but - why does he know that?

Sweeping his right arm under my left arm, leaving my wounded right arm out so that I could hold it close to my chest, and using his left arm to lift me up by the legs, he picked me up.

“Just the one,” he smirked as he made direct eye contact - and carried me up five flights of stairs.

It was definitely impressive, but I had to ask him when we got to the top, “Why didn’t you take the elevator?”

Max clicked his tongue and looked at me reproachfully, “Never, ever miss leg day. Ever.” and then he used me to do curls, after unlocking the apartment and walking inside.

“I object! To being used as gym equipment!” I declared like a regular Lady Violet, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, and Max immediately set me down on my leather couch.

“Much better.” Quietly approving in a mutter from my seated position.

“I’m assuming bandages, antiseptic, antibiotic ointment, that’s all in your - bathroom?” I nodded, still feeling a little woozy, as I watched him walk away.

And then panic struck as I remembered something terrible, a pall was cast over my face as sudden abject horror and humiliation pulled me into a dark and spiraling pit.

“Oh no.” I whispered.

“What?” called Max, from the other room.

How could he possibly have heard that? Did I not whisper? Am I a loud whisperer like my mom and I just don’t know it yet? Max returned, with the engaging smile of someone ready to sell me a bridge, and holding Mr. Rochester, “Is this what you’re looking for?”

My eyes grew wide and large and extra. I ran through a list of possible scenarios where this worked out well for me, and I hated every single one where I admitted it was mine. Normally, yes, I don’t care. I’m very sex positive, but (sobbing internally) this man. I am just not there yet, and I get to make that decision, right? Right.

“What’d you find there?” I asked innocently.

Genuine shock washed over Max’s face and he looked slightly taken aback for a split second, before smoothing himself over, and resuming play, “It was sitting on a towel on the sink in your bathroom.”

I shrugged my shoulders, I touched my face, I looked up and to the left, hid my thumbs, pursed my lips, I basically inadvertently did everything the FBI guy from the podcast about lie detecting said liars do.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Maybe - uh, maybe maintenance left it here?”

“Maintenance?” Max gave me a dubious look.

“Yeah, the –“ had to pause while I remembered everything that might go in a bathroom that I was willing to have clogged in front of him, “SINK was clogged. I had to get maintenance here to use something for it. I think that’s a snake, is what they call it, right there. What that is.”

“A snake? For clearing clogged drains?” He bit the inside of his cheek, and ground his jaw - I could tell he was not convinced, and might be slightly amused, “You know I’ve used a snake before, this isn’t it.”

“Oh my god. I wonder if someone - accidentally - left it here during one of those, neighbor meetings.”

“What neighbor meetings?” Max gave me a very skeptical look.

“You know, the ones we have. With chips and dip and we talk about neighbor happenings. I don’t think you were at the last one. Probably it’s a microphone. Cordless. With bluetooth for TIkToks,” I gave an extra super chill shrug to add to my very convincing improv acting that has not remotely degraded in skill over the years, “Obviously.”

“You know what. You’re probably right.” He said, seeming very convinced, and I don’t think he noticed, but I did breath a sigh of relief.

“I’ll check in with all of the neighbors, and make sure that I’m on the email list for the next neighbor meeting, while simultaneously checking to see who might’ve misplaced this ‘device,’ here. In your apartment.” The look he gave me was smug.

I grabbed my Nic Cage sequined throw pillow, and hugged it tight, groaning when I realized we still hadn’t attended to my arm.

Max’s face softened, but only by a hair as he set down Mr. Rochester and walked towards me. Sitting down on the couch next to me, placing all of the medical supplies on the coffee table, he began to examine my arm. Licking his lips with a far off look in his eyes, he gulped softly, then took a tweezers and started removing the pieces of wood.

As he worked, he spoke softly, firm, but his voice remained smooth, velvety rich, plush - I wanted to run my hands against it and feel the warmth - nope, that’s the horny pain talking; but what he actually said was, “So, as I was saying, I’m going to take the ‘mysterious device’ from your bathroom for safe keeping. I’ll, uh, ‘check-in’ with your neighbors to see if it belongs to anyone,” then he looked directly into my eyes, holding mine and not letting go - deep caramel brown pulling me into him, “and if I can’t find who it belongs to in a few days time,” I groaned at that, “I’m sorry, am I hurting your arm?” I bit my lip, knowing that wasn’t why I groaned, “then I’ll bring it back, and we can explore the device together. Try and figure out what it does, how it works, the best way to use it. Sound good?”

He looked up at me from under his eyebrows, and I melted. Oof, he was smarmy and smooth, and I had a bad feeling he was going to be my achilles dick.

I tilted my head to the side like a puppy and raised one eyebrow, “I suppose that could be – ” pausing as I bit my lip, debating the right word, “amenable.”

“Well, we certainly wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, would we?” Max looked back down at my arm, taking a wet, soapy, warm cloth, and gently washing off my elbow.

The action was so small and insignificant, but I found myself easing out of my discomfort as I watched him dry off my arm, and apply a large bandage.

Snapping out of it, I started to sit up, “Oh wait, no - I just finished exercising, I need to take a shower first, I’ll put a bandage on afterwards.”

Max looked at me, one eyebrow raised, as he continued what he was doing, and I scrunched my nose up at him in response.

Giving me his smug half-smile with the dimple, his voice somewhat patronizing, “Now that this is taken care of, I’ll run a bath for you – “

“Extra bubbles, if you must,” I interrupted, frowning at him and feeling slightly suspicious. Who was he to run baths for me in my own apartment? I picked up my phone and started passive aggressively scrolling for bath tunes, because of course, despite the nerve of this man, I was going to enjoy my bath.

“Alright,” Max came out of the bathroom, “I hope it’s hot enough for you.”

Looking up from my phone, I couldn’t help myself from drawing my gaze slowly up his body, slowly lingering on his stomach, where his shirt lifted as he stretched his arm above his head. The V of his stomach, disappearing into his sweats, the light trail of hair from his navel to - destination unknown as of yet, but those pants gave some ideas. Oh my god, I’m such a Samantha! I giggled to myself, and Max gave me a confused, yet intrigued look.

I shook my head, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the water is fine, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he crossed over to the couch, reaching under my left arm, and giving me a lift so that I could walk leaning against him. I groaned getting up, “Yeah - you’re sore, aren’t you? You fell pretty hard. The hot water should help, I added some bath salt with the bubbles.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? We barely know each other.”

“I’m being a decent person. You need to adjust your bar for ‘so nice’, because that threshold is too low, Sweetness.”

As he walked me into the bathroom, I saw that he’d lit a candle, and put all of my shower toiletries, as well as a fresh towel on the bench next to the bathtub, within easy reach. It really wasn’t a hard thing to do, it was a simple, nice thing to do for someone who’d just hurt themself, but it got to me and I had to swallow a lump I felt rising in my throat.

Turning to him, my eyes starting to sparkle a bit with the beginnings of tears that I was determined to hold back, but my sincerity would not be mistaken, “Thank you. I mean it.”

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes lost their crinkle and his eyebrows frowned slightly, “You’re welcome. Now, I’m gonna be just outside the door, over there on the couch, catching up on some emails on my phone, but if you need me –” he mimed the words ‘call me’ while holding his hand up to his ear like a phone.

I nodded, chuckling at his corny sense of humor, “Okay, buddy. Will do,” giving him a thumbs up. He gave a look indicating that he did not like being referred to as ‘buddy,’ and I laughed a little harder while closing the door on him.

Shedding my clothes and tossing them into the hamper, I noticed that I had a large purple and green bruise forming on my backside. Perfect, that’s gonna be sore for a little while. Before stepping into the tub, I popped on my playlist - the water was nice and hot, and felt amazing on my sore body as I sank lower into the water. Yes, yes, and yes - perfection. I let my bandaged arm rest on the edge of the tub as I soaked a cloth, washing my face and the rest of my body. Using the handheld shower head attachment with my left hand, I rinsed through my hair, getting it thoroughly soaked.

I grabbed my shampoo bar soap and started to lather, realizing very quickly that with an elbow that I couldn’t bend, I was going to have to do it one handed.

“Shoot!” I muttered under my breath, as I tried to figure out the best way to do it without getting my bandage wet.

Immediately there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Is everything alright? I’m coming in, but my eyes are closed.”

Max walked in with one hand on the doorknob, and the other over his eyes. I quickly put my left arm over my chest, despite the fact that there were still a LOT of bubbles covering me up. Max knows how to make a good bubble bath, I’ll give him that.

I looked down at myself, and realizing that it was fine, said, “You can look, Max. It’s all good.”

He took his hand down from his eyes, and closed the door behind him. “I’m just struggling a bit to wash my hair while not bending my arm. I mean, I’m sure I can get used to it - I’m just in an adjustment period.”

He sat down next to the bathtub, “Why don’t I help you out tonight - you’re still obviously in shock, right?”

It definitely was a question that indicated concern, but I had a strong sense that he was cajoling me. Mr. Spider, may I introduce you to Miss Fly?

Bickering with my shoulder angel and demon, I opted to accept his offer - because I was sore, and even if his bid to assist me concealed darker intentions, I struggled to care. Somehow, within the presence of his pheromones, his spicy musk, leather and oaky whisky, there existed nothing outside of the puzzle box where we existed, where I was kept like his little secret treasure.

Handing him the shampoo bar, he dipped his hands in the bath water quickly, and started lathering up the bar. “Can you sit up?”

I put my left arm back over my chest and leaned forward until I rested my breasts against my knees, my right arm still clinging to the tub. Max started to massage the shampoo into my hair and I involuntarily leaned my head back into his hands, moaning gently.

“Well, if that’s all it takes to get you to make sounds like that, maybe I should come by and wash your hair again tomorrow.” he teased, his voice irresistibly oozing charm.

“I mean –” I started without finishing, my eyes blissfully closed, thoroughly enjoying what Herbal Essences commercials of the 90’s long ago promised and never delivered.

Cackling, actually gleefully cackling - pleased with himself, Max took the handheld shower head and rinsed the shampoo from my hair. “Alright, I’m assuming there’s a conditioner next?” I pointed to the Olaplex No. 5, “Okay, Fancy.”

“You don’t have to use very much, a lot goes a long way.” I looked over at him, resting my chin on my knees.

“Fair enough.” He squeezed a bit of conditioner into his open palm, and then started rubbing it with both hands into my ends, working his way towards the roots.

“Uh, this is not your first time washing a woman’s hair, is it?” I asked, my voice brimming with curiosity.

“Well, that would be part of my backstory.” I frowned at his response.

“Which I will tell you. One day. But I think it’s a little soon for that.” Max could tell that he was losing me to my thoughts, “But no, it’s not something that I’ve done for a sexy neighbor before.”

Immediately, I was brought back to the here and now, as the word ‘neighbor’ must have given me the same tone of face that I had given Max when I called him ‘buddy’. He looked particularly self-satisfied, as I shot him an admonishing glare.

“How long do we need to leave your conditioner in?” he asked, as my playlist moved onto one of my favorite songs, albeit an unfortunate choice for the moment - Sharon Van Etten’s, Jupiter 4.

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Twisting my hair up, I gestured towards a hair clip on the bathroom sink. Max picked it up, and while I used my left hand to hold my hair up on top of my head, he clipped my hair in place for me.

“Thanks, I usually leave it in for the length of a song - this one should be good.” Blushing as I thought about how sexy this song made me feel. I started to lean back, crossing my left arm back over my chest, and sank back in the water - letting my chest and abdomen be submerged, while my knees and legs stuck out in peaks from the water and the bubbles.

“This is Sharon Van Etten - “ Max paused, “I really like her, and this song,” he took a breath, raised an eyebrow, while looking me up and down, and started singing in his low voice, “Touching your face,” he leaned forward and lifted my chin towards his face with his index finger and thumb, “How’d it take a long, long time - to be here. Turning the wheel on my street. My heart still skips a beat. It’s echoing, echoing, echoing - “ he stared into my eyes, and it felt like another world was opening up to me, “Baby, baby, baby, I’ve been waiting, waiting, waiting my whole life for someone like you.”

As he leaned forward on the tub, his arm knocked the bottle of conditioner into the water, and I took a deep breath in, realizing that I had stopped breathing during his serenade. I broke my gaze from him to the water where the bottle had fallen in, near my legs, and then back to him. Without breaking eye contact with me, he reached through the warm, foamy water, leaning closer to my face as he carefully waded deeper beneath the bubbles.

His hand didn’t touch me, exactly, but felt along the edge of the tub, near the side of my body, going down. I knew where he needed to go, I could feel where the bottle was and squeezed my legs together, tilting them both towards the wall. Suddenly, he put his hand on my right thigh, slowly going up towards my knees. I closed my eyes, and I could feel his breath on me as he turned his face, leaning closer into my neck.

When he got to my knees, I breathed out like I was breathing through a straw, opening my eyes and looking down the tub at his large hand. He slipped his fingers between my knees and gently wedged them apart, stretching his hand so that his thumb was on one leg, and his pinky was on the other. Slowly, he dragged them down both legs, gradually pushing my legs open wider the further down he got. I could feel my heart rate increasing, my nipples growing harder, my vagina pulsing. Looking back at him, my mouth slightly open as my breath started to grow a bit more ragged, my eyebrows furrowing as I held myself back. Gazing back at me, his lips parted, his tongue poised between them, he watched me hungrily - and as I looked down at his sweatpants, I could tell his appetite was fully whetted.

His hand was almost to my vagina, to my clitoris - my whole body trembling, I involuntarily arched my back, letting my breasts peek out from the water for the briefest of moments, and Max’s eyes flickered down my body as he licked his lips. That hand, that cruel hand, slipped just mere seconds before touching me where I craved it. With a quick detour, he pulled the bottle of conditioner out of the water.

I cried out in agony, throwing my left arm over my chest, suddenly and abruptly sitting upright in the tub - trying to catch my breath, shaking as my body pulsed with uncontrollable longing. What is wrong with me? I hardly know this man. This is my neighbor. Oh god. THIS IS MY NEIGHBOR. And I let him give me a bath? Inside I was cry-laughing and dying. I’ve talked to him twice. How did I think this was a good idea?

Max said absolutely nothing. He turned on the handheld shower head and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, then used one hand to rub my back while I focused on steadying my breath.

As my breath steadied, he asked, “Are you ready to get out?”

Standing up, he held the towel with both hands, and closing his eyes, “I promise I won’t open my eyes –” he opened one eye, looking amused, and then closed it, “again - until I leave the bathroom and, or, you say it’s okay.”

A simple enough promise - will he break it? I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

I sighed and said, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Standing up, I started to take the towel, but Max wrapped the towel around me instead, giving me strong arms to lean on as I stepped out of the tub, and closer to him and the overwhelming scent of him. Tucking in the towel I looked up at his face, with his eyes closed. The strong, angled, and clean shaven cut of his jaw, the beautiful line of his incredibly sexy aquiline nose - like a marble statue from antiquity. The line of his brow, begging me to trace my fingers across them, and his lips - always pulling back to reveal that suave smile and dreamy little dimple. What I wouldn’t do with those lips!

“You can open your eyes.” I spoke softly, embarrassed that I was here in this moment of intense vulnerability, somehow.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, grinning at first, but then he saw my look of deflation and his gaze became stern.

“What’s wrong?”

Glancing down, I tried to find the words, “I’m not exactly sure what just happened –”

With an encouraging smile, Max asked, “Well, I helped my sexy neighbor wash her hair –” he squeezed my shoulders, “did she want something more to happen?”

“I’m not sure.” My brows knitted together as I looked up at him.

“And that’s why I didn’t do anything more. But rest assured, the moment I get a resounding ‘full speed ahead!’ I will be hard pressed to stop.”

His eyes flashed down to my lips, sticking his tongue out just a little bit, and then continued, “You’re beautiful. You’re attractive, intelligent, funny - did I say smart? I’m not going to take advantage of you, or risk pushing you before you’re ready. We have time to get to know each other.”

I beamed as he fawned over me, heat rushing to my cheeks.

Feeling certain and satisfied that he had rejuvenated my spirits, he wrapped his arm underneath my left arm, opening the door and walking me out of the bathroom, naked but for a towel.

“What exactly are your plans for the rest of these midnight hours?” he casually asked.

I thought back to my iPad and the sexy assassin story, “Ah, well, I need to work actually.”

“Narrating? I’d love to sit in and listen.”

Again, I thought about the content of the sexy assassin story, and after that bath - no, no, no. My cheeks and my neck flushed red, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Besides, I don’t think the material would be up your alley.”

“Really?” He mocked surprise, “But how do you know? Unless you try?” giving me a wink.

The thought of reading him sexy lady-porn books and then ripping his sweatpants off and taking his cock in my mouth stopped me in my tracks and made my mouth twitch. You have a job, and you have to make money. You cannot make money sucking his cock. Or can you? No. You can’t. That’s not legal here. GODDAMMIT.

“As a professional,” I cleared my throat, “narrator, to be clear - it is - my professional opinion that you not be here while I work. Unfortunately. I’m sorry.”

I gave him an ‘ohmygod, I’m sooooo sorry,’ smile.

“That’s too bad,” he said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe another time - like Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.” Why did I say that? Was that funny?

His eyebrows flashed up and down quickly, and he gave a surprised chuckle as he walked me to my apartment door. But not before stopping by the coffee table and grabbing Mr. Rochester.

“Can’t forget this,” he arbitrarily declared, “gotta make sure this little guy makes it back to his forever home. Bet his family misses him.”

And then he made it jump around in the air with his hand, making little yapping and barking sounds, like Mr. Rochester was someone’s lost purse dog. The blatant audacity of this man. I refuse to laugh.

When I didn’t laugh, Max made sad puppy whining sounds while nuzzling it up to my neck. “Noooooo.” I cried, closing my eyes in mock distress.

When we got to the door, he quickly nabbed my phone and held it up to my face, swiping up so that he could unlock it. Then, he called his phone from mine, and took a selfie of us together - him holding Mr. Rochester in one hand and his other arm around me in a towel. Which of course, he programmed so that it popped up every time he called me on my phone, and every time I called him, that way, “we could be phone twins.”

Stepping outside my apartment door, he turned around to speak to me, “So, I’ll see you in a couple days, after I confirm who this bad boy belongs to, and get myself situated with those,” he squinted his eyes at me, “building meetings. But if you need anything, you have my number.”

His eyes drifted down to where I was feeling tension, a craving that I wasn’t willing to give into just yet.

“Do you think you’ll be okay for a few days?”

He shook Mr. Rochester playfully, and my eyes widened, my left arm tightening around my towel, and I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Can he read minds? What is happening?

“I’ll be fine, and I promise I’ll text if I need anything.”

His grin widened, “Great! See ya soon!”

I closed the door and wobbled over to the couch, where I picked up my Nic Cage pillow and screamed into his sequined face, throwing it at the door afterwards.

Somewhere, far off, I could swear that I heard Max laughing.

Knowing full well that I am right handed and only technically a little ambidextrous because of piano lessons as a child, but definitely not enough to satisfy myself as necessary without Mr. Rochester - I looked down at my left hand, “You’re a disappointment, and I hate you.”

But it wasn’t lefty’s fault alone, it was partially mine and I would remedy that later. But first, to slog through painfully sexy narration for the next few hours. I let myself give out a loud sob, and then told myself to buck up and be a professional.

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Love To Hate You

Part 6

Pairings: Max Phillips x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.

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Taking the key, he leads you towards the elevator pushing you inside once the doors open. He’s on you straight away, lips kissing the side of your neck - his teeth grazing your skin. Fuck! You’d let him bite you right now if he wanted.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes himself against you. The evidence of his desire - hard against your thigh. “Max…what’s gotten into you..” you practically moan. He pulls back - his eyes locked on yours and they’re almost black from lust. Obsidian. He seems nervous somehow. “Toots I…I lov…” The doors open and an elderly couple enter, smiling at you both. He pulls away a little but his hands never leave you - wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

What was he about to say? Was he going to tell me he loved me? The tension is palpable between you both, his hand moving to rub over your ass. The elevator doors open on your floor and he pulls you along to your room, fumbling with the keys as you kiss and nip at his neck. Once inside he closes the door swiftly - locking it before pushing you against it. A growl emanates from within him as you rub your hand along his growing bulge.

Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands skimmed over his chest and into his hair, pulling gently. “Fuck toots, I need to taste you right fucking now..” A gasp escapes your lips as he grabs at your ass, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. With his vampire speed, he sheds both your clothes within the blink of an eye.

He stands there, his gaze fixed on your naked form - something predatory hidden beneath those dark pools. He steps between your legs, and kneels like a servant for his master. His hands trail up along your calves as he teases you. Lips skimming the inside of your thighs before his mouth finds your core.

Your back arches off the bed and your breath hitches as he works his tongue into you. “Oh Max…fuck…so good.” Your fingers brush through his hair and you grip it tight as your hips rock against his face. He licks and sucks and bites until you’re a complete mess, coming hard around nothing.

He looks up at you now through hooded eyes and a devilish smirk on his face. “Fucking love the taste of you toots.” His tongue licks around his lips as he moves up the bed - his body lying flush against yours. His eyes hold your gaze and something about this feels different. Like he’s trying to speak to you through his body, to tell you things that his words never will.

Without looking away he slowly pushed inside, your aching cunt stretching to accommodate his thick length. Oh! You both gasp and his hand reaches below your ass to move your leg over his waist. His movements are slow, languid and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his cock as he moves in and out of you. “Ugh fuck toots…so goddamn tight. Never wanna leave.”

Your hands trail along his back - nails digging into his skin as you feel your climax building. “Max…I wanna…you can… fuck…want you to bite me.” His movements stall as he takes in your face - looking for signs of any doubt. “Toots you don’t have…”

“I want you to…please?” He crashes his lips to yours as he picks up the pace, and you can feel that coil in your belly ready to snap. He pecks along the skin of your neck before a soft whisper into your skin reaches your ears. “Are you sure?” His hips continue their assault on your cunt and you cry out yes. When his teeth break through your skin your whole body is on fire and your orgasm crashes over you.

“Oh fuck…Max…oh god..” Your head falls back in ecstasy and you can feel him pulse inside you as he coats your womb with his seed. He finally pulls away, licking over the wound in your neck before his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. “Well fuck toots, that was amazing. You were amazing.”

“Don’t want this night to end.” You say between breathless giggles. “It’s been perfect - with you.”

“As you wish, baby.” Max growls, rolling over onto his back and pulling you with him, ready for round two, or three or maybe four. Kissing your lips passionately with each calculated roll of your hips, he mumbled into the kiss that you are his perfection.

You were sure he wanted to say that he loves you.

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After a long weekend of fun - of Max fucking you every chance he could get - it was time to get back to work, back to normality, though things aren’t the same as before. Today, you and Max walk in together, his hand never leaving your ass, nor the deeply warm smile on his face as he gazes into your eyes in the elevator ride up to the office.

But, your battle for the job offer was still on - kindly reminded by Ted as he pulled you into his office the second you exited the elevator. “You have your presentation tomorrow. Have you got everything prepared to go up against Max?”

“I, um…” You faltered, couldn’t answer exactly as you had spent the weekend rolling around in the sheets with Max, not preparing for the presentation that you now don’t want to do anymore. Things have changed between you and him, not only are you both getting along now, really getting along actually, but your relationship with the vampire has blossomed into something special. This job offer isn’t important to you anymore. Max is.

“Y/N? Hello?” Ted called out your name during your silence, bringing you back to reality. Shaking your head, you say. “No. I haven’t done the presentation yet and I won’t be doing it either. Sorry to let you down, Ted.” As you turned to leave, the man leaned back into his chair, scratching the back of his head with confusion. It was only last week that you both were butting heads over this job offer and he wonders what’s changed.

Exiting Ted’s office, you had the idea of sharing the good news with Max in mind, but Elaine and Zabeth grabbed your attention first, wanting all of the details of how things played out at the wedding. They insisted that you share under the pretence of how happy and glowy you looked. “Something good happened, we can tell. How did it go?”

“You’re right, something did happen.” You beamed a bright smile to them both. “Max is what happened. He stood up to my dad and humiliated him, in front of everyone.”

Watching their expressions change with every detail you shared, minusing the intimate moments you had with Max, those are personal, Zabeth and Elaine were as overjoyed as you with how your weekend had played out. They had high hopes for Max when he came out with the truth and requested their help, and it looks like it paid off in the end because you literally couldn’t look any happier than what you are right now.

“Hm, I don’t know.” Zabeth playfully narrowed her eyes at you. “I feel like you’re leaving some things out.” You smirked, knowing exactly what she was implying and you simply replied with. “A lady never tells, Zabeth.”

Pulling away from the table that they had pulled you to, you told them that you’d talk more later before heading off to find Max. He was at his own desk before the girls sidetracked you to chat, but now the man stood in Ted’s office, probably telling him that the competition was off. However, to your surprise, you had caught the back end of their conversation as you moved over to sit down at your desk.

“I’ll have the presentation ready tomorrow.” Is what Max said to Ted and your heart sank to your stomach. “I’ve got her.” It appears that the competition is still on. You thought Max would feel the same way as you, that he didn’t want to go up against you anymore after all that has happened over this weekend alone.

Moreso, the attraction between you and Max had been brewing for a while, recent events acting as catalyst brought you together and made you realise how much you love him, but Max doesn’t love you, and that’s why he won’t say it, the guilt is probably too much. This whole time, he had been playing you. All of this was an act to get you to fall for him and forget about the job offer. Well if that’s how he wants to play this, you can play dirty too.

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