A/N: I’ve actually got one more part for this lol. It’s just this man is so versatile and I’m having way too much fun ahaha. It’s going to cover three more characters though. I’m also thinking of writing a short series for one of these guys because there’s a lot of potential in all of them. Hope you guys enjoy this one!
part 1 | part 2 | part 4
WARNING: It’s angsty for Max Philipps’s part; Marcus Moreno’s part implies some heavy themes such as loss, insecurity, and weaponisation; no idea what to write for Veracruz’s character because his occupation is not my tempo; honestly MP’s and MM’s are the longest because I got invested in this but not enough for their own series
Marcus Moreno - Sugar Glider
This is exactly why Marcus stayed in headquarters. Whenever he’s out on the field, it puts his dæmon at a much higher risk. Not only that, it was when you and your own dæmon were with him. It just reminded him of...
“I will not be underestimated!” His dæmon cried out.
“I know you have guts-” Marcus withdrew his katanas, “but I need you to stay close to me this time... please.”
His dæmon looked up to meet with eyes full of pain and remorse. The sugar glider’s tail flicked and then she nodded.
“Hey, I’m here... woah.” You and your snow leopard dæmon were shocked by the crowd before you once you arrived.
“Yeah... I know.” Marcus said.
Among them were many dæmons, but they all looked... off. Some idiot found a way to untether the souls in order to control and weaponise them, but the outcome was a disaster. The dæmons became ghastly. They were no longer resembled an average dæmon.
God knows what happened to their counterpart and it was best not to know. However, you and Marcus were assigned to investigate what was happening to the heroes that never returned. But first issue you had to deal with this.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Your dæmon retched, but instantly recovered to protect you from what resembled to be a leopard dæmon that launched itself towards you.
The untethered soul perished to dust.
As if time stopped Marcus watched the moment of you and your dæmon watching the final, proper departure. You two never failed to impress, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty. You can protect him for sure, it wasn’t a problem for you. He didn’t want to feel like a burden because of his dæmon. Sometimes it felt like he constantly needed to pull his own weight out here.
“Hey, I’ll be right here, boss.” The sugar glider assured him once he was settled on Marcus’ shoulder, but her ears perked and she warned him, “three o’clock.”
Without hesitation, Marcus slashed at whatever abomination of a dæmon came at him in one swift movement.
“Wooo! Marcus, I knew you guys still got game.” You cheered as the dæmon perished.
Marcus looked back to his dæmon, almost proud. The sugar glider nuzzled her head against his cheek.
“Told you I won’t be underestimated.”
Zach Wellison - River Otter
Zach, who was casually watching TV on the couch, turned his head when he heard the door openand saw you and your hummingbird dæmon entering the apartment. You came back from buying groceries for the week. He was about to turn off the TV to help you unload and put away the items, but you stopped him.
“It’s okay, Zach, just rest. You need it. Your dæmon needs it too.” You smiled and gestured towards the sleeping otter dæmon curled up in a ball on Zach’s chest. Zach was about to insist, but complied. That gentle gaze of yours had such an effect on him.
“I’ll cook dinner.” Zach said when you asked him what he wanted tonight. You appreciated how he much he wanted to make himself useful. Even though you liked looking after him, it was fair he does the same for you.
You joined him on the couch to cuddle up with him, making sure not to disturb his dæmon. Your dæmon also joined in and snuggled against the otter.
“That’s nice of you, honey,” You kissed his jaw and he let out a low appreciative hum, “thank you.”
“Anytime.” He tapped your nose.
Max Philipps - Bearded Vulture
Oh how you hated being called in by your boss. Just when you were about to leave. Most of the time it was to annoy you by saying “Nothing. Just wanted to say hi” and he had one of the most punchable faces every time it followed up with that stupid innocent grin.
Lo and behold he does it again.
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and sighing.
“Good night, sir.” You said.
Just as you turned your back to the door, your lioness dæmon hissed at him then followed after you.
‘He is so annoying’ you telepathically said to your dæmon. ‘Tell me about it’ She replied.
Once it was clear, Max grin dropped then slowly leaned back against his chair. There he was again.
All alone.
It wasn’t like this before. His dæmon used to be there for him.
Used to
The problem was that Max was dead. Well... his heart was.
Oh yes he still had one, but that doesn’t change the fact that he severed a sacred bond with what used to be a reflection of his soul.
Ever since Max turned into a vampire, his dæmon was allowed to roam around the edges of the earth without him. Boy did that vulture take off the first few moments Max woke up after turning. His dæmon didn’t even say goodbye nor did the vulture say anything- which was fair enough.
Max sold his soul, so he might as well pay the price for it.
Max didn’t want to admit it, but upon meeting you and your lioness dæmon... he was a little intimidated. You were so composed, strong, and knew how to get the job done. This was reflected by your dæmon as well. You have a lioness as a dæmon for goodness sake. He wasn’t sure why you haven’t killed him yet. Maybe because he hasn’t hurt you. You probably felt sorry for him. Whatever the case was, he was intrigued by the two of you.
Without a doubt, it was a ruthless universal law that if either dæmon or owner experienced physical pain, the other felt the same.
But still...
Max looked out of the window into the night sky.
Nothing was more painful than losing a connection with your own soul.
Commandante Veracruz - Wild Boar
“Hey,” Veracruz called his dæmon, who immediately looked up to him, “I’ve never seen them before. Who are they?” He referred to you. His dæmon was able to lock eyes with your hyena dæmon and was able to speak telepathically.
“Don’t worry about them,” the wild boar began after ending his silent discussion, “they’re just here to do a health check up on the other guys. It looks like they’re going to talk to us as well.” The wild boar informed.
Veracruz continued to watch you, trying to decipher what your real motivation was. Soon he looked back to his dæmon and they nodded to each other.
‘Health check up my ass,’ they thought in unison.
Eddie - Meerkat
Eddie’s dæmon let out an exasperated sigh while she trotted along side her counterpart. Eddie was heading back to his dorm after walking you and your fox dæmon to class.
He was going to ask you out for dinner, but when he had the chance, he backed down.
“You gotta get your act together, man! You ace all of your assignments and exams, but not in asking someone out!”
“I know, it’s just that-”
“No!” She barked and Eddie halted.
That got his attention.
“You are better than this! No more hiding!” The meerkat began to pacing back and forth along the width of the pathway. Eddie watched on, confused as to why his dæmon was being so frantic.
“It’s just so frustrating to see that the moment you go for something-” She startled Eddie by suddenly stopping right in front of him to stand on her hind legs, “you quit!” She resumed pacing frantically.
“It’s just- how could you- GAH! Come on! We’re going back to the drawing board.” She ran off, knowing that Eddie would be right behind her.
Things were hot in your bedroom, very hot. You and Pedro have been making out, running your hands all over each other’s body, exploring every curve and learning each flaws. And you could’ve cared less about everything else, you didn’t even have any idea what time it was. All that mattered to you was Pedro. The room was dim, the only light glimmering in the background being the city lights softly highlighting your bodies. Pedro’s lips grazed your neck as his hands slides down to your sides wrapping your leg around him as he grinds his hips to your core, his cock teasingly rubs against your wet cunt.
Your hands were running through his hair, slowly sliding to his back then to his waist. You had a naughty thought in mind and slid your hand between the both of you and started to pump his hard cock, he felt so big you gasped and bit your bottom lip, though it would be better if you could just take a peek. Maybe later. It’s been awhile since you’ve have sex but this was the best foreplay you’ve had so far. Pedro groans into your neck,”Veronica”, as he trails kisses to your jaw while his hand caressed your cheek before pulling you in for another hungry kiss. His cock throbbed under your touch making you moan in between kisses, your tongue tangling with his.
Pedro’s hand that was on your waist trailed down to grope your ass before swirling circles on your entrance eliciting a soft whimper from your sinful lips. He smirked and inserts one finger into you making your arch your back, your soft, supple breast pressing to his chest. He inserts another finger into your wet cunt, pumping in and out slowly, his thumb playing with your swollen nub. You laid your head back as you gasp softly, “Pedro.” He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, filled with lust, before sucking your neck, leaving dark bruises everywhere. You felt close to your climax when he pulls his fingers out of you, emitting a whimper from you. You needed him, badly. Pedro had the same thought and whispered into your ear,”Touch yourself.”
Well, that surprised you. You didn’t expect those words to come from Pedro of all people. But it turned you on even more. He was so alluring. So you did what he told you. You touched yourself, spreading your legs apart slightly as you swirled circles around your clit. Pedro rolled off of you and started to find the condom that was in his wallet. Your small and slender fingers weren’t the same as his when he fingered you but they will do for the moment. Pedro finally found his condom and slides it around his cock which you couldn’t help but stare at, admiring how big he was.
“Like what you see?” You nodded, much to your surprise. Pedro chuckled as he slowly climbed back into the bed. He grabbed your hand to put it in his mouth to taste making you moan and positioned himself between your legs as he pressed soft and tender kisses on your lips. “I’ll be gentle”, he cooed at you and waited for your response before he slowly entered deeper in you. You moaned as your walls stretched and bit your bottom lip, adjusting to his size. “You can move now.” You gasped and let out a soft giggle before pulling him in for another kiss.
He smirked and goes in and out of you, grunting with each thrust. Pedro broke the kiss and buried his face where your neck and shoulder met, sucking on the soft flesh, leaving purple and red marks. He keeps up a delicious pace, slowly pulling out of you and thrusting back hard never failing to emit a moan, gasp or whimper from your swollen lips. You held onto his broad shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist making him go deeper inside you as you whispered softly into his ear before biting and sucking his neck, “Faster.”
This send him wild and his eyes dilated into a darker shade as they stared into yours before thrusting faster in and out you, making you scream,”Oh God! Pedro!” You were glad the apartment’s walls were soundproof ‘cause if they weren’t there would be an issue between the both of you and the neighbors. Pedro held your waist down as he pounded on you, his grunts getting muffled by the pillow.
Your moans gradually got louder, your bodies glistened from the beads of sweat, you breathing rapid and heavy, dirty words leaving your mouth begging for more. You kept begging for him, more of him. And Pedro gave it to you with pleasure. “Pedro, I-I’m coming.. Oh God!” You whimpered and writhed underneath him as your nails dug into his back, leaving traces of red marks. You reached your orgasm and your walls tightened around his cock, your body convulsing into spasm as you laid your head back with your eyes closed and lips slightly parted while you panted for breath.
A couple more thrusts and Pedro also reached his orgasm, his thrust began to slow and his groans were heavenly to your ears. “You okay?”, he panted as he cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb lovingly. “Better than okay.”, you smiled at him and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his pillow-like lips. Pedro smiled into the kiss as he pulled his cock out of you and rolled off to remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue paper and throw it in the bin.
As Pedro climbed back to the bed, he pressed soft kisses on your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, your forehead which then trailed down to your eyes and nose before finally pressing down on your lips. He darted his tongue to run over your bottom lip, asking permission to enter, which you gladly gave to him, tangling your own tongue with his. You pulled the blanket over your bodies and snaked your arm around his waist to pull him closer to you.
“I may or may not have left some... marks.”, he pursed his lips nervously as he stared at your neck which was filled with red and purple spots making you giggle and kiss him once more, “Don’t worry. I’ll cover them up somehow.” The both of you chuckled before Pedro laid beside you, wrapping his arm around you, keeping you safe and warm as you did the same. Cuddling into his neck and clinging tightly to his waist.
You and Pedro laid side by side, holding each other in your arms keeping yourselves warm as you drifted to sleep. Your eyes slowly closed and your breathing began to relax. But before you could even succumb to a deep slumber, you could never forget the hushed words that Pedro purred into your ear.
IMAGINE: Working alongside Max (Max Philipps x reader)
Request: Can you write a Max fic where there’s a new worker who idolises him and he takes her under his wing (romantically but also almost like a mentor?) and soon she discovers he’s a vampire? Xoxox
Warnings: none
Word Count: 893
Masterlist
“Y/N, I want you. In my office. Now.” A lopsided grin was plastered on your boss’s face when he entered the room and pointed his finger at you. You froze. It was your first day and you hadn’t even sat down.
Being new somewhere was always a challenge, especially in this office. You had just started your new job as assistant sales manager and were expected in the manager’s office for an early briefing.
Max Philipps was charismatic, confident and had a great sense for sales and customer’s needs. You’d heard a lot about him already and now he was sitting right across from you. Unfortunately for you, or your capability of concentration, he was incredibly handsome, too and you could hardly keep your eyes off his pouty lips, gorgeous eyes and perfect teeth whenever he smiled.
You also couldn’t deny the flirtatious looks he gave you whenever he explained something or how his gaze seemed to check you out bottom to top. He was good at reading people, it was obvious. But it struck you there was something else- a secret you were willing to discover.
Day in day out you were working alongside Max and he did his best to break you in. Although a couple of your co-workers were fairly put off by his demanding character, you were beginning to like Max a lot. Sure, he could be quite bossy and once in a while he would drop a slightly inappropriate comment on the relationship the two of you had or your outfit, like peeking over at you as you leant forward over the desk to catch a glimpse of the underwear you were wearing.
Just yesterday Max had begged you to give him a hand massage, considering how worked up his poor fingers were from typing on the computer. Luckily, you were not a woman to be quickly intimidated or even offended by dominant male behaviour- instead you had the strong ability to talk back and respond quick-wittedly whenever Max deserved it. From his behaviour and remarks it was obvious he wanted you, but he never made an intentional move, as if he was too shy or there was something withholding him. He behaved differently around other female employees, though- his comments towards them were far more cheeky and ambigious. And he was keen on spending time with you. Every other colleague was only allowed a short meeting with the boss- you were the one he spent the most time with, that was for sure.
Despite the fact you were quite a confident person yourself, you couldn’t say no to whatever he was requesting, whether it was work-related or not. Every morning you would wake up with a smile on your face because you knew Max would be the first person you saw. He aswell would smile broadly whenever he saw you come in (he was always the first one, it seemed he didn’t need any sleep at all), offering to have a coffee in his office before work started.
On a Friday morning you came in, grinning from ear-to-ear because you had bought breakfast for your boss as a thank you for being so helpful and attentive.
You frowned when all the lights were still out and nobody seemed to be in already. It worried you, had you missed something?
A strange noise suddenly startled you, coming from the men’s bathrooms. You quietly put the breakfast down on your desk and crept along the corridor, peeking around the corner of the toilets.
It was a horrific sight. Peter, one of the workers in IT, lay on the ground, blood running down his neck. He was as pale as a sheet and his whole body was shaking in fear.
The worst bit was- Max was standing right next to him. His sleeves were rolled up and he stared at you, his eyes a gruesome red and his face equally as white as Peter’s.
“What’s happening?” Your voice was trembling and you were frozen, paralyzed in fright.
“Sorry you had to witness this, love.” Max adjusted his collar and tie, and when your eyes found Peter again, you gasped. The man who had been lying on the floor just a minute ago was now standing next to you, still not looking well, but a lot better. He excused himself and left you alone with Max, who had taken a step closer to you. Pulse racing a million miles per hour, you walked backwards until your shoulders hit the cold tiles of the bathroom wall.
This would mean the end of your human life. You would be turned into a vampire, a bloodsucking bastard, killing people, stealing and enjoying the most important liquid in their body system.
Max came closer, one hand of his next to your head, the other one cupping your jaw. His touch was unexpectedly gentle.
“Are you turning me into a vampire now?” Your question was actually stupid and quite unnecessary- of course he would.
Max smiled softly, the colour of his eyes now the usual warm, brown. This was probably a vampire technique- confusing and soothing your victim, ready to finish your dreadful task. You shut your eyes to avoid seeing things you might regret seeing, anticipating his mouth and teeth sinking into the skin on your neck, but instead he pressed his lips to yours.
I’m opening requests for Max Philipps (Bloodsucking Bastards).
I have no clue if it’s gonna be any good. But I’ll give it a try. As I’m on my smut break, you can mention whether you’d like smut or not in the request and I’ll see if I’m in the mood, but there’s no guarantee.
There are some requests/ fics in the queue first though, so it might take some time before I post anything, but go ahead, request!
