May 10, 2023
"Not all men..."
Yeah your right José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal would never treat me like this
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"Not all men..."
Yeah your right José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal would never treat me like this
masterlist. all the works listed below are mine. +18 (minors dni). ╱ 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 mini masterlist
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track One: Pedro Pascal ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
All Roads Lead to Rome your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another. ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
Hace Tiempo vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking. ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
Light Up My Life (So Blind I Can't See) pedro pascal in cannes breaks the internet, only rivaled by the mystery figure next to him at the airport. oh, that's you. oh. well, that wasn't part of the plan. oops. ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
Otra Noche En Miami it may be the adrenaline, or just the joke. maybe buried desires. there's one thing clear, though: you and your boyfriend share the same taste in men. ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader x benito "bad bunny" martínez
You Flower, You Feast to cover some social hours and as a favor to your recently fallen-ill friend, you become your research methodology professor's TA. but here's the catch: you've got history, and what you really mean is beef; good, pure, unadulterated loath. ╱ professor!pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
Darlin', Can I Be Your Favorite? it should be simple. helping your dad's best friend to train for his upcoming match. but turns out, world-renowned boxer the viper isn't just a menace in the ring. ╱ dbf!boxer pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
Where Art Thou, Why Not Uponeth Me? he wasn't even your uncle anymore, having divorced your aunt about five years ago. but of course here he was, the life of the party, crashing your sister's wedding. ╱ renaldo x younger fem!reader
Call It What You Want you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret until you get cast in your first movie together and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between rumors and reality finally blur? ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track Two: Joel Miller ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
You're A Daydream, Stay A While you're jackson's designated bartender. well, your dad is, but after the arrival of a new face in town, maybe the inspiration to finally step up to your obligations kicks in. ╱ jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
I Can Fix Her (No Really I Can) jackson's loud mouthed spoiled princess has suddenly gone quiet. what or who could be behind such miracle? ╱ jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
From This Time, Unchained joel doesn't know why, of all the people in jackson, you've chosen him. ╱ old jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
Atta Girl joel miller discovers the world, yes, the same world that has gone (been for a while) to shit, can still have surprises. like you, his sweet naive unexperienced girlfriend, being everything but that. ╱ old jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
It's No Good Unless It Grows when patrolling during winter goes wrong, it's up to you and to find ways to not die out there in the cold. with the nighttime ahead and lost in the deep of the woods, it's time to get creative. or you keep joel's cock warm. ╱ old jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
Put Your Loving Where Your Mouth Is today's patrol leaves you tired. lucky for you, joel knows a few tricks to get the stress out of your system. or better said, how to fuck it out. ╱ old jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader
Let The Lights Bleed All Over Me you're known for your kindness and sunshine personality, but they make it impossible for joel to have you for himself. and one thing you know about joel miller, is he isn't a patient man. ╱ dark jackson!joel x younger fem!reader
You Could Be The One you shouldn't come home when sarah isn't around, because her daddy's got a thing for you-- an obssesion that happens to run deep like water and cut like a knife. ╱ dark bfd!joel x younger fem!reader
Give Me Coffee, Utah Love on the run and looking for a fresh start, a cheap gasoline coffee and to-do list slipping from your bag later, you (have lost your mind and) consider this stranger's proposition. ╱ sleazy!joel 'mullet' miller x younger fem!reader
Like The Movies - II your job as an interior designer for a small town doesn't bring many turns and twists, that is until you accept to work for your recently moved-in ex, joel miller, along with his daughter, ellie, who decides to play matchmaker this holidays. ╱ no outbreak!joel miller x younger fem!reader
I'm Happy Where The Devils Are - II something something about forbidden things; you never learn, not until the heart you gave returns to you in shreds, bleeding out of love. what's left when you've given all of your heaven away? hell. ╱ dbf!joel miller x younger fem!reader
To The Devil I Know your infamous girl's trip with your best friend sarah gets crashed by his overprotective dad. ╱ dbf!joel miller x younger fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track Three: Harry Castillo ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Sweeter Than Fiction the one where one of new york's most elegible bachelors falls for his caterer girl. ╱ harry castillo x younger fem!reader
Say It Right, Say It All one meeting at his company. one glance across the room; a busy boardroom, but all he sees is you. this? this is business, baby. ╱ harry castillo x younger fem!reader
To Know You Is To Love You the one where you, new york's top divorce lawyer, tries to break off a couple that isn't even married, and that may or may not involve a certain million dollar man whose name you'd said before in a shaky breath. ╱ harry castillo x younger fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track Four: Javier Peña ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Tuyo Será, Y Tuyo Será after an stressful day at the office, javi finds solace in your warm embrace: you, his informant, who he has yet to cross that line he always crosses, like a goddamn vice. ╱ javier peña x younger fem!reader
Cuando Me Muera Te Olvido it isn't only violence that's poisoned your city and your heart, but the venom that comes from his mouth and those touches that linger enough to burn. ╱ javier peña x younger fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track Five: Din Djarin ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Over The Moon there's finally peace in nevarro. this allows you to settle with your little family at the outskirts of what once was a bounty hunter hive, and with a break from missions, it leaves too much free time. ╱ din djarin x younger fem!reader
Astronomy Domine She promises herself not to believe: not even when the threat is gone and the galaxy breathes in hope. She's learned not to wish anymore―desire is caging, and she was born to be free. But his love might be the only hoax she'll have faith in―the only religion she'll sink her knees in the dirt. ╱ din djarin x younger fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Track Six: Max Phillips ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
He Comes Alive At Midnight (Every Night) everyone in your office is turning into vampires. literally. the unbelievable scenario only seems to get worst when you find out the one behind it all is your ex-boss, max phillips. ╱ max phillips x younger fem!reader
Lead Me Not Into Temptation early on his college days, after evan got him kicked out and he went to that weird campus on romania, max phillips was a player and a human. smooth sweet talker, he's sure he can get into his roomate's pants, except he's not taking one tiny big detail in his plan―she's got sharp teeth and an appetite for blood. ╱ max phillips x younger fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀ Track One: Dr. Jack Abbot⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Super Shy when the most unexpected of starts leads to the sweet end you've been craving, featuring your superior: attending physician, dr. jack abbot. ╱ dr. jack abbot x younger fem!reader
Snow On The Beach if there is something you've learned working in the PTMC, is life can change in seconds―but it doesn't prepare you for when it's your turn: in less than 24 hours, not only you have to cope with a major loss but also play house with the only man on earth you'd willingly never have a family with: jack fucking abbot. ╱ dr. jack abbot x younger senior resident fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀Only Track: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Seven vacations are an invitation for trouble. pools, booze, and your hot, older attending's room close to yours. how long until one falls? ╱ dr. robby x younger resident fem!reader (series)
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Only Track: Benito "Bad Bunny" Martínez ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Otra Noche En Miami it may be the adrenaline, or just the joke. maybe buried desires. there's one thing clear, though: you and your boyfriend share the same taste in men. ╱ pedro pascal x younger fem!reader x benito "bad bunny" martínez
El Clúb benito knows he can't forget you. ╱ benito "bad bunny" martínez x ex-girlfriend fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Only Track: Logan Howlett ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Misery Reigns My Lonely Neon Nights logan should've said no. should've just drove the pretty waitress home. that's his job. hers is to serve his cup of coffee to the brim. so why is he riding you to his house? ╱ old man!logan x younger fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Only Track: Eddie Brock ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
The Rock N' Roll Got Harder and Softer common sense isn't really your strongest suit. so here you are, riding a stranger's bike on halloween night. hey, he saved you! with one hell of a costume, no doubt. because it has to be one, right? ╱ eddie brock x younger fem!reader
Knockin' On Heaven's Door - II you're what people call a ray of sunshine, probably the most likeable person in the planet. so why is this hot idiot next door so mean to you? ╱ eddie brock x younger fem!reader
Drunk In Love you don't exactly hate your job as bartender. well, sometimes, like when customers who can't take a no show up. your boyfriend decides to take matters into his hands, or better said, tentacles... ╱ eddie brock x younger fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Only Track: Vander ⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
A Pillar I Am Of Pride you're too young, that's what he tells himself―that you could be one of his kids. trouble comes by itself, or maybe you're the problem: because you just don't know when to quit. ╱ vander x younger fem!reader
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀Only Track: James Bond⠀⠀ ֗ ۪ .⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀ׂ
Pretty Tied Up your resilience is astounding. lucky for him, agent 007 has some tricks up his sleeve to make you talk. ╱ james bond x younger fem!reader
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Team Building Exercise
Max Phillips x f!reader | 1.4K | read on AO3
summary: On a corporate-mandated night out at the arcade, you finally get closer to your boss.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Alcohol. Kissing. Semi-public sex. Unprotected piv (imo vamps can't knock you up). Nipple play. Consensual biting/bloodsucking. Reader is only described as wearing a dress and Max can lift her - he has vampiric strength.
a/n: I completed this a couple weekends ago and it's just been sitting in my wips, ready to be let out. (I think I started this back in August 👀 according to my story notes. Just a fun lil vampire fucking-and-sucking fic 😊
dividers by @thecutestgrotto 👑
MAX PHILLIPS MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST
"Team building exercises," your boss Max Phillips intones to the less-than-enthused group at the morning staff meeting. "Everyone hates them. Icebreakers? Dull. Sorry Scott, we don't care that your favorite animal is a koala, or that Mika is a volunteer firefighter in their spare time. Scavenger hunts? What are we, a fucking scout troop? Escape rooms? Most of you here couldn't find your way out of a paper bag. Which is why I've signed us up for.. laser tag!"
For the first time he's greeted with more than just a lukewarm applause.
That Friday night finds the sales department at the arcade, most of the employees sneaking in a quick beer (or three) before the actual "work" begins. You find Max alone, looking like he's pretending he likes it that way. In the few months that he's been your boss you thought you'd hate him, but what you thought at first was pity evolved into understanding. Sure, Max Phillips could be an asshole and he often made his personal problems the problems of everyone else in the office, but when you approach him in the arcade bar you sense that softening of his eyes in that brief moment before he schools his features into arrogance.
"Has anyone been assigned to your team yet?" you ask innocently.
There's a careful, guarded look on his face before he smirks. "Actually there's a line, sweetheart. I'm deciding who I want on my team."
"I don't think that's true. I think I'm the only one who wants to be on your team."
He gives a little scoff. "What makes you say that?"
"Everyone here is either afraid of you or hates you," you say with a shrug.
Max scoffs at that, and you almost believe it. He's that good a salesman. "And you?" He gaze on you is predatory behind his predator-like smile.
"I'm not." You close the gap between you with sure steps. "Afraid of you, that is. And I don't hate you. Except when you take credit for other peoples' ideas and overshare about your dating history."
"I'm not that bad."
"I personally hate it when you refuse to refill the coffee pot after taking the last cup."
There's an iota of a sparkle in his eye. "You're just too lazy to make more."
"I think you're a fuckwad on purpose. Because I think you like to push people away."
"Get out of here, Dr. Phil," he mutters, just the ends of his lips curling into a smirk.
"I mean it. You play the big mean jerk-ass boss, but it's to help get our numbers up and keep our stats where they need to be so we don't get downsized." You lean in a little closer. Max's aftershave is hauntingly aphrodisiacal, the warmth already rushing to your pussy. He picks up on your scent right away, pursing his lips as his fangs want out.
"Deep down you're just a big softie," you whisper, your breath ghosting his ear.
"Not all of me is soft, sweetheart," he murmurs.
"That's what I'm counting on," you murmur back. "Now come on, our turn's next."
Suited up and armed, you enter the arena. You follow him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. "We're up against Kyle and Frances," you tell him. "Any ideas for strategies?"
Max surveys the arena, the maze of obstacles and walls. "It's all about aggressive moves and sudden retreats. We stay low, stay mobile." He grins. "Of course, I get credit for all our kills.":
"No dice. This is a team exercise, right?"
"You really fell for that bullshit?"
"Believe it or not, I typically listen when you talk, even when you're spouting bullshit."
He smiles at that, the buzz in his head is getting more noticeable now, his body feeling warm. "Let's get going." You follow him, laser rifle ready. You creep down the corridor together, keeping a slow and alert pace.
"Get behind me," he whispers.
"Why?"
"Because I'm the team lead."
"Two people do not comprise a team, Max."
"Okay then, because I'm your direct supervisor."
"Supervise this." You nudge him out of the way, hurrying down the neon-lit hall.
With a curse he chases after you, the game forgotten, the want for retaliation spicing his blood. He catches up to you easily, spinning you around, your laughter infectious.
He laughs at your giggling, and suddenly grabs your shoulders, pinning you to the wall behind you. He moves closer, his body against yours. "Come on, don't tell me you're not even a little into this."
"Oh I am. Always have been. But tonight I was gonna put the moves on you." You switch with him, pressing him to the wall as you kiss him. Max is a little taken aback but you can feel him relax, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer as he moans softly in your mouth. Your body becomes hot, sweltering in the hallway. The neon lights around you glow, and the music is stifled so only the bass is heard. Max loses himself in your kiss as the heat builds, the air growing hot and thick.
His hips pin you against the wall, emitting a low growl as you hook a leg around his waist. "God.. I want you so bad.."
"Quick," you mutter, hurriedly undoing his belt. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering. All he can think about is sinking inside of you in this semi-public place. Once you have him freed from his pants you hike up your skirt. The whimper he lets out is almost pathetic as he grabs you by the thighs and effortlessly lifts you up and presses your back to the wall for support. He grins as he pushes into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You gasp, eyes wide, unprepared for his size, but you're more than wet enough for him. His name leaves your lips in a whimper as he starts a rhythmic pace.
He rocks his hips into you, over and over, each time a little harder, a little faster, his breath hot on your neck, his sweet murmurings humming against your skin. You're trying your best to be quiet despite the boom of the bass thrumming in your ears. Max's breathing quickens as he picks up the tempo, feeling you respond to his every movement, the way you cling to him, the gasps you try to hold back, the whispers of his name. He grabs your breast over your shirt, squeezing it softly as his mouth waters. With a growl he pulls the material down along with the bra cup and sucks the tight bud, relishing in your stifled moans. "Can I?" he asks breathlessly against your soft skin. "I need.."
"Yes," you gasp, and immediately the hot sting of his fangs in your breast makes you feel hot all over. He drinks from you, swallowing down your sweet blood as he continues ramming into your tight wet cunt.
"Fuck," you moan, marveling at his strength, his passion. "Max, I'm gonna--"
"Do it," he rasps, fangs muffling his command.
You're pushed over the edge, coming hard, gushing over his length still driving inside you. He rocks you through it, prolonging the moment until another wave of pleasure ripples through you. You're nearly insensate with pleasure, but still not done, not until he wants to be done, and he continues to pull those sweet sounds from you, pressing into you, deep and hard, building up to his own climax. Your legs tighten around him and he growls. You're holding him, pulling him in deeper. He pulls away from your breast and sinks his teeth into your neck and groans as you freeze, the taste of your blood flooding his mouth and he feels your cunt clamp down on him again, and with one last. deep, rough thrust he's spilling himself inside you, his body shuddering as he comes, the wave of pleasure rocking him to his core as he pins you there against the wall.
His forehead rests against yours, his chest heaving as he comes down from the incredible high you've just sent him through. His breathing is ragged but he's smiling to himself as he slowly regains his composure. "If I'd have known this is how this night was gonna go, I would've brought you for laser tag much sooner."
"I think Kyle and Frances are probably looking for us.." you pant.
"To hell with them. You and I are getting the fuck out of here." Stripping off your gear and tossing your weapons away, he lifts you into his arms and speeds out of the building.
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AITA SERIES
Pairings : pedro pascal characters x reader
Genre : f/m, sexual implications, controversial topics, taboo topics, use of R to refer to reader,
Synopsis : So Reddit, Am I the Asshole…?
Clint Flood (Freaky Tales)
~~ COMING SOON ~~
AITA for being in love with my boyfriend’s dad?
I know how this sounds. I’m not proud of it. But I also can’t stop thinking about it, so here I am.
I (26F) have been dating J (28M) for almost a year now. He’s a good guy, steady, kind and a little boring but safe. The kind of guy you’re supposed to want to marry. The kind your mom would approve of.
Then there’s his dad. C (mid-50s). A little rough around the edges. Quiet, tall and intense. He’s got these piercing eyes that feel like they can see right through you and this whole ex-military and no-bullshit vibe that makes the air change when he walks into a room.
The first time I met him, I already felt something. But I ignored it, pushed it down. But it’s gotten worse. Every time I visit their family cabin, every time we sit across from each other at dinner, I feel his gaze linger just a little too long. I catch him watching me when he thinks I won’t notice. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look right back. It’s not just lust, either. He actually sees me, listens to me in a way his son never really does. He remembers the small things I say, and even notices when I change my hair. Once, when I was quietly crying in the hallway during a family weekend (long story), he was the one who came out and handed me a glass of water without a word.
I feel so drawn to him. And I know how messed up that is, I’m dating his son after all. There’s no world where this ends well. I haven’t cheated. I haven’t done anything beyond maybe letting my imagination wander and entertaining a few dreams I’ll never admit out loud. But lately, when I’m with J, I just feel off. Like I’m pretending. Like I’m waiting for someone else to walk into the room. Someone who makes my skin burn with just a glance.
So Reddit… AITA for staying in a relationship when my heart might be somewhere else? Am I horrible for wanting a man I can’t have? Or is this just a passing obsession I need to bury deeper?
Dave York (The Equalizer 2)
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AITA for not acting on feelings for my kids’ babysitter even though she clearly wants me to?
Okay Reddit, I know how this sounds, but hear me out before you jump to “creep” in the comments.
I (41M) am a divorced dad of two daughters, A (10) and M (7). They’re my world. Been raising them mostly solo for the past three years since the split and it hasn’t been easy. Between work, school pickups and dance recitals, I needed help. Enter her (let’s call her R, 26F), the babysitter I hired after a friend’s recommendation.
She’s absolutely incredible. Responsible, patient, smart, funny and grounded. Everything you’d want in a woman. My girls adore her. They draw her pictures, ask for her when they’re sick, even slip up and call her “Mom” sometimes. I figured that would make things easier, someone stable in their lives.
What I didn’t expect was me being the unstable one. Because the problem is, she’s also gorgeous. Like, unfairly so. And lately, I can’t tell if I’m imagining things or if she’s trying to test me. The casual touches, the way she lingers in the kitchen when I come home, the soft voice when she tells me I look tired and should get more sleep, the ridiculously tight tank tops, the lip gloss and the way she looks at me when she doesn’t think I notice.
Part of me, a big part, wants to give in. I’m a man, I’m not oblivious to it. But the other part? The one that tucks my daughters in at night? That part is scared shitless. What if I misread everything? What if this ruins the bond she has with my girls? What if they lose someone they love because their dad couldn’t keep it in his pants?
She’s never said anything outright, never crossed a clear line. But I can feel the tension and I can feel myself getting closer to breaking every day. I want her so badly but I also want what’s best for my kids. I just don’t know if those two things can exist at the same time.
So Reddit… AITA for keeping her at arm’s length when all I want to do is pull her closer?
Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)
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AITA for falling in love with my fake PR girlfriend and not knowing if she actually likes me or is just a better actor than I am?
Okay. Buckle up, internet strangers because I’m spiraling.
I (early 40s M, actor, you’ve probably seen me snort a line or die dramatically in something) was recently paired up with another actor (let’s call her R, 30s F, wildly talented, unfairly hot and intimidatingly cool) to star in this big dramatic slow-burn romance film. Think tortured artists, rainy kisses and completely Oscar bait.
To sell it? The studios and our agents cooked up this genius idea, let’s fake date. Hold hands at events, post blurry selfies on Instagram, give flirty interviews. You know, classic “no, we’re just good friends… wink” PR bait. At first, I laughed. I’ve done this crap before. All the camera flashes, fake kisses, casually mentioning her in interviews, rinse and repeat.
Except it stopped feeling fake. I stopped feeling fake. Somewhere between the shared hotel rooms, the quiet after-parties, the little glances during press junkets, I fell for her. Fully, horrifically and irrevocably. The kind of fall that makes your chest hurt and your ego scream. The worst part? I have no clue if she feels the same. She’s good, man. Oscar-nominee good. She leans into my arm like she means it. Laughs at my dumb jokes like they’re brilliant. Once she looked at me after a long day of shooting and said, “Sometimes I forget this isn’t real.” and I swear to god my soul left my body.
But then the next morning she’ll be cold again. Professional and distant. Like I dreamed the whole thing. Like it’s all just lines from a script I don’t have a copy of. Now I’m sitting here, fully in love with the woman I’m supposed to be pretending to love and I don’t know if I should say anything. What if I ruin everything? What if she is just pretending? What if I’m just another role she nails while I’m over here method acting heartbreak?
So Reddit… AITA for catching real feelings during a fake relationship? Or just an idiot with a crush and no chill?
Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
~~ COMING SOON ~~
AITA for not following through with a hit because I fell in love with the target?
Yeah. That title’s a mess. So’s the situation.
I (40M) work in a niche line of work. Let’s just say I solve problems that require extreme discretion and no paper trail. You hire me and the problem disappears. Clean and quiet within a blink of an eye.
A few months ago, I got a high-paying job from a rich smug prick who wanted his ex-wife taken care of. No explanation, just names, photos and a price I couldn’t ignore. I’ve done worse for less so I took it. Her name is R (36F). First time I saw her, she was sitting outside a little bookstore she owns, sipping coffee, talking to some neighborhood kid like she wasn’t marked for death. I kept my distance. Observed and waited for the right time.
Only it never came.
The more I watched, the harder it became to see her as a target. She volunteers at shelters. Leaves snacks out for delivery drivers. She sings in her car when she thinks no one’s watching. She’s light and warm. The kind of woman you protect, not eliminate.
I told myself I was just gathering intel but days turned to weeks. I started memorizing her routines. I learned the way she laughs when she texts her sister, the exact brand of tea she drinks, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she’s nervous. Somewhere along the way, the job stopped being a job. I never made contact, never said a word. But I started feeling and now I’m in too deep. I backed out of the job quietly. Told the client it was unworkable, returned the deposit. He wasn’t happy but I’d rather deal with him than live with the thought of hurting her.
Problem is, I still want her. And I’ve imagined going up to her. Introducing myself as just a guy who walked into her in a random shop. Letting her fall for me without knowing who I really am. But that feels like a lie. I’ve already lied by omission.
So Reddit… AITA for falling for her while stalking her? For not telling her the truth even though every part of me wants to protect her now? Or would telling her everything be the most selfish thing I could do?
Ezra (The Prospect)
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AITA for secretly dating my best friend’s brother even though she explicitly told me not to?
So I (F, 27) have been best friends with this girl since we were 7. We grew up together, sleepovers, secrets, teenage rebellion, the whole deal. She’s like a sister to me and we’ve been through everything.
Which means I also grew up around E (M, 34), her older brother. E was the charming, sarcastic, effortlessly cool older brother who’d tease us when we were kids, drive us around when we were teens, and smirk at me in that infuriating way that made me blush harder than I’d like to admit. We always had this… thing. Flirty comments, lingering looks, stupid jokes that only made sense to us. But I never acted on it. My best friend made it very clear and very early on that E was off limits. “It’d be weird.” She said, “Gross. I don’t want my bestie being near my brother like that
Fast forward to last year. I ran into E at a party she dragged me to and it was different. The flirting was heavier. The air was tense. He looked at me like he really saw me. One thing led to another, and… yeah. We started secretly dating. At first, it was light, late-night texting, stolen moments, private dinners. But it grew deeper. He’s thoughtful, steady, makes me laugh and makes me feel safe. He listens. We talk about everything. I think I’ve loved him longer than I’ve even known what love was.
We’ve been together for 5 months now. My best friend doesn’t know. I’ve lied to her face more times than I can count and I hate it. Every time E and I sneak around, a part of me dies a little because I know how betrayed she’ll feel if (when) she finds out.
But here’s the thing, it’s not some casual fling. We’re in love. I want to tell her. We both do. We just don’t know how without blowing up twenty years of friendship. And I can’t stop asking myself, do I owe her that level of loyalty? Or am I allowed to be happy even if it’s messy?
So Reddit… AITA for going behind my best friend’s back and dating her brother, the one person she begged me not to fall for?
Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)
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AITA for wanting to ask out a woman who used to sleep with my best friend (even though I’ve liked her for years)?
Yeah, I know how this sounds. Buckle up.
I (38M) have this friend, let’s call him Pope, who I’ve known forever. We’ve been through the shit together. The kind of friendship where you’d kill for the guy, no questions asked.
A few years ago, he was hooking up with this woman (let’s call her R, 30F). Nothing serious. Just casual, no-strings. He made that clear to all of us. And she seemed fine with it. They’d hook up after drinks or late nights but it fizzled out naturally. No drama. No breakup. Just life moving on.
Thing is that I liked her, always liked her. Since day one. She’s smart, hilarious, can handle a room full of testosterone like it’s nothing and has this way of looking at you that makes you feel like you’re the only guy in the world. I kept my distance out of respect. You don’t move in on your best friend’s girl even if she was never really his girl. But now, years later, I still haven’t stopped thinking about her. We still talk and hang out sometimes. There’s a spark there, I swear. But I haven’t said a damn thing. Partly because I’m a coward, partly because I don’t want to blow up my friendship with Pope.
I asked him once, hypothetically, how he’d feel if someone dated a girl he’d just “hooked up with.” He shrugged and said, “If it was just a hook-up, I wouldn’t give a shit.” But I don’t know if he actually meant it. And I don’t know if it’s different when it’s one of us, tight-knit, military bond and all.
So Reddit… AITA if I ask her out? Am I a bad friend for wanting a chance with the woman he technically had first, even if it was casual and years ago? Or should I just shut my mouth and keep pretending I don’t care?
Harry Castillo (The Materialists)
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AITA for wanting to financially support my assistant in a way that might make me her sugar daddy?
Throwaway because, well, obviously.
I (42M) run several successful business firms and have a phenomenal assistant (26F). Let’s call her R. She’s sharp, competent, endlessly patient with my disorganization and frankly the reason this whole damn office runs at all.
Here’s the thing, I’ve noticed she’s been struggling lately. She’s skipping meals, avoiding turning on the office heat even when she’s freezing. I caught her patching a hole in her shoe with tape. She’s proud and never complains, but it’s obvious she’s barely staying afloat. I pay her more than what she deserves for her position but I know life’s expensive, especially in Manhattan. I also know she’s got student loans and takes care of her family. And I hate seeing her like this, it’s been eating at me.
So here’s where I might be the asshole, I’ve been toying with the idea of offering her help. Not a raise (I already gave her one recently). Not a loan (she’d never accept). More like a “no strings attached” arrangement where I’d take care of her rent, groceries or whatever she needs, if she lets me. Yes, I know how that sounds. I’m not trying to be a creep. I’m not expecting anything in return, no paying back, no sexual favors. But there’s no way to make this offer without it sounding like I want to be her sugar daddy.
Truth is… I wouldn’t hate that idea if she was open to something more. She’s beautiful and smart. The kind of woman I’d fall for in another life. But that’s not what this is about. I just want to take care of her and make sure she’s okay. If there’s anything more deserving in living the lavish life, it’s definitely her.
So Reddit… AITA for even thinking about offering something like that? And if not, how the hell do I go about it without sounding like an old pervert?
Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman)
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AITA for being cold to a woman at work because she reminds me of my dead wife?
I (late 40s, M) work in a high-risk field, let’s just call it federal-level security with a cowboy hat on top. I’m used to staying sharp and staying detached. I’ve had to be, ever since I lost my wife ten years ago. She was my everything. Sweet, sharp-tongued and tough as nails under lace. When she died… I buried my heart with her.
Then came her.
Let’s call her R (mid-30s, F). She’s the new secretary at our organization. Handles the logistics, the schedules, the background noise of our chaos. Always has a coffee in hand, always humming something, always looking at the world like it still deserves to be forgiven. The first time I saw her, I froze. She didn’t look exactly like my wife, not quite, but she moved like her, laughed like her and smiled with that same little tilt that used to undo me in an instant. And ever since then, I’ve treated her like she’s done something wrong just by walking into the damn room.
I’m short and dismissive with her, sometimes even rude. I pretend not to hear her when she says good morning. Once or twice, I’ve even corrected her harshly in front of others for mistakes she didn’t make. I know I’m being cruel. She hasn’t done a damn thing to deserve it. But every time she opens her mouth, I hear a ghost. Thing is, she’s never pushed back. She just looks at me with this confused kind of hurt, like she doesn’t understand what she did wrong and the truth is, she didn’t, never did. I did. I’m the one turning grief into anger. I’m the one who never dealt with losing the woman I loved and now I’m taking it out on someone who’s just being kind.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about apologizing, about telling her the truth. But I’m afraid if I let her in, I’ll start feeling again. And I don’t know if I’ve got the strength to lose someone twice.
So Reddit… AITA for being a jackass to someone just because she reminds me of someone I lost? Or is this just the only way I know how to cope?
Javi Guttierez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)
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AITA for kissing my assistant and confessing my feelings, only for her to completely ignore it the next day?
This might be a mess so bear with me.
I (M, 33) am a scriptwriter and producer. I’ve worked my way up in this business and I take it seriously. One of the smartest things I ever did was hire her, my assistant (F, 28). Let’s call her R. She’s incredible. Organized, sharp, cool under pressure, has this dry humor that makes me laugh at the worst times and somehow remembers every detail about everyone I ever meet. She makes me better. She makes the job look easy.
And I’ve been in love with her for almost two years.
I know it’s unprofessional. I kept it quiet, never crossed a line, not even a toe near one. Because she deserves respect and I’d rather suffer in silence than make her uncomfortable or jeopardize her career.
But it’s been getting harder lately, especially at industry parties. She turns heads when she walks into a room. Every actor, every big name, they all want a piece of her. And I just stand there, pretending I don’t care. Pretending I’m not dying inside when they make her laugh, when they ask for her number, when she says, “I’m working” and looks away.
Then came this gala. One too many champagne flutes. One too many guys trying to corner her. She looked uncomfortable, kept glancing at me across the room. And something in me snapped. I pulled her away from the crowd, took her to the balcony, and without thinking, I kissed her. Then I told her everything. That I’ve liked her since week one. That I think about her all the time. That it kills me to watch her with anyone else.
And she just ran. Didn’t say a word. Just turned and walked away.
Next morning? It was like it never happened. She showed up, clipboard in hand, rattling off schedules, looking me dead in the eye like she hadn’t fled from my lips ten hours prior. I’ve tried talking to her. I’ve begged for just five minutes of her time. She dodges me, changes subjects, acts like everything is normal, and it’s driving me insane. I feel like I crossed a boundary. But also, I was honest. I never forced anything. I just said how I felt.
So Reddit… AITA for kissing my assistant and confessing my feelings after years of silence, even if now she won’t speak to me?
Javier Peña (Narcos)
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AITA for constantly rejecting my coworker’s advances even though I’m actually in love with him?
This is going to sound like I’m the world’s biggest idiot, but here goes.
I (29F) work for the government. It's a hard, high-stress job and there’s not a lot of room for vulnerability or, y’know, romance. Which sucks because I’ve been half in love with my colleague, let’s call him J, since the day I met him.
He’s everything you’d want in a man. Confident, charming and dangerous in that bad boy way. He walks into a room and women stare. He talks and people listen. He flirts like it’s breathing. And yeah, he’s got a reputation. Everyone knows he’s been around, probably the most sexually experienced man I’ve ever met.
Me? I’ve never even had sex. Not religious, not traumatized, it just never happened for me. I’ve always been shy and easily intimidated. I was the "shy bunny" in the academy, not the one guys chased after. And when J started flirting with me, like really flirting, I froze.
It’s not like I’m not interested, I am. But every time he makes a move, I panic, I dodge, I pretend that I’m too busy or brush him off with a joke. Because the thought of actually being with him, of taking off my clothes in front of a man like that, makes me want to crawl into a hole. I’m scared I’ll disappoint him. That I’ll be awkward or inexperienced or just not enough. And then I’ll ruin the one good relationship I have on this damn job. He still flirts, still checks in. But I can feel the distance growing. I think he’s starting to think I’m not into him. Or worse, that I’m playing games. I’m not. I just don’t know how to tell him why I keep backing off.
So Reddit… AITA for rejecting him over and over while secretly being in love with him? Should I be honest and risk everything? Or just keep my mouth shut and let him move on to someone who won’t choke up the second he touches her?
Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
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AITA for having feelings for my dad’s best friend, who basically helped raise me?
Okay, so this is going to sound real bad on paper, but hear me out.
I (26F) have known this man, J, since I was a kid. He’s my dad’s best friend, a grumpy rugged Texan who’s been around for every milestone in my life. School plays, birthdays, college move-in day, you name it, J was always there, usually fixing something or standing off to the side with a cup of coffee and his permanent scowl.
Here’s the thing, somewhere in the last year or two, I started not seeing J as just “Dad’s friend.” Like, I’ll walk into the kitchen in my pajamas and he’s fixing the sink with his sleeves rolled up, arms flexing and suddenly I’m thinking things I should probably be arrested for. It’s not just physical. He listens to me, respects me and treats me like a grown woman, not a little girl.
A few nights ago, he stayed over after helping Dad rebuild the deck. I poured him a whiskey after Dad went to bed and we talked for hours. At one point, he brushed my hand and didn’t pull away right away. It was small but it felt like something shifted. Here’s the kicker, I want something to happen. I want him but I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet because 1.) he’s my dad’s best friend, 2.) he’s literally 20+ years older than me, and 3.) I know if my dad ever found out, it’d destroy their friendship.
So Reddit… AITA for wanting to sleep with the man who basically helped raise me? I haven’t acted on it yet, but I want to desperately. Am I a terrible person for thinking so?
Marcus Acacius (Gladiator II)
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AITA for secretly dating my professor after we hooked up, even though I was the one who pursued him first?
Throwaway for obvious reasons. This is messy and I know it.
So I (22F) am a senior in college, finishing my degree in classical studies. For the past year, I’ve been taking a Roman history seminar taught by Professor M (M, late 30s?). He’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, a little intimidating and, honestly, incredibly attractive in that cold, untouchable kind of way. I’ve had a crush on him since day one.
He’s very professional, like textbook boundary-keeper. Never gave me special treatment, never even hinted at anything, even though I was top of his class and probably tried way too hard to impress him. I figured it would stay one-sided forever. Until a few weeks ago, I went to a bar near campus with friends. And who do I run into? Him. Out of the suit, out of the lecture hall, totally relaxed. He buys me a drink. We talk, like, really talk. He’s charming, funny and flirty. I was shocked. One thing led to another and I ended up at his apartment. We slept together. It was intense, passionate and everything I’d secretly fantasize about.
We talked the next morning. He made it very clear that he hadn’t planned it, that it was wrong in theory, but neither of us wanted to stop. So we kept seeing each otherecretly. Always professional on campus. No PDA. No weird behavior in class. It’s all strictly off the clock.
And honestly? I’m happy. I care about him. I think he cares about me too. But lately, some classmates have started joking that he favors me, not knowing anything is happening, and it’s making me feel paranoid. I’m terrified of ruining his reputation, of jeopardizing his career or mine.
So Reddit… AITA for crossing that line with him? Or are we just two adults trying to be careful about something real in a setting that doesn’t make room for it?
Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)
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AITA for feeling blindsided that my neighbor, who babysits my daughter and I might be falling for, has a kid I didn’t know about?
Hey Reddit, this might sound like a midlife crisis-in-the-making but I really need some outside perspective.
I (M, 39) am a single dad. My daughter, also M (F, 8), is the best part of my life. I work a demanding job, and for the past year or so, my neighbor (F, 35), let’s call her R, has been babysitting M when I’m away. She’s kind, dependable and just gets my daughter in a way that instantly puts me at ease.
More than that, she gets me. We’ve grown close. Coffee on porches. Passing each other in the hall. Sometimes we talk until midnight over paper takeout boxes and M’s school projects. I always chalked it up to neighborly chemistry, nothing more. But lately, I’ve caught myself looking at her differently, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she might feel the same. My daughter doesn’t help. Every other night it’s, “Daddy, she has a crush on you.” Or “I think she’d be a great mom someday, like, to me.” Kids, right?
I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I figured if she felt something, she’d say something or maybe I’d grow the courage to bring it up myself. But then, this weekend, a car pulls up in her driveway. I look out the window and I see a man step out, not threatening, just there. And then a little boy hops out of the back seat and runs into R’s arms.
My heart dropped. Turns out she has a kid, a son. From a previous marriage, she’s divorced. None of this was ever mentioned in all our conversations and now I feel off? Confused. A little betrayed? I know that sounds unfair, she’s not obligated to tell me her life story. But after all these quiet, close nights and tender moments and hearing from my daughter that she might have feelings for me, why didn’t she ever tell me about her son? I haven’t said anything. I don’t want to make her feel guilty. She still babysits my daughter. But I can’t stop replaying it all. Did she keep it from me on purpose? Was I just a fool for thinking we had something? Or am I just overwhelmed because I wanted her to be part of our little family and didn’t realize she already had one of her own?
So Reddit… AITA for feeling a little heartbroken and distant after finding out my neighbor has a son she never told me about?
Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)
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AITA for not telling my best friend that I’m secretly dating the man she just asked me to help her get with?
I (F, 30s) have been dating a coworker of mine, let’s call him M (late 30s, thoughtful, charming, ridiculously handsome) for over three years. We met working in the same department (federal law enforcement, so discretion is basically part of the uniform), and from the start, we kept it quiet. No PDA at work, no romantic texts on company phones, nothing that could put us under scrutiny. It was just easier that way, completely private and ours.
Fast-forward to now, we’ve built a whole life together in the shadows. We take trips, spend weekends at each other’s apartments, and talk about buying a house someday. The real deal.
Here’s the problem, my best friend, who also works in our agency, pulled me aside a few days ago and told me she has a huge crush on M. She said she’s had a thing for him for months but didn’t know how to approach it. And then she asked if I could help set her up with him, talk her up, ease her in, “put in a good word.” She has no idea I’m with him. We’ve never told anyone. And the worst part? She was genuinely excited when she told me, like school girl giddy level. She said, “I really think he could be the one.”
Now I feel sick. I didn’t know what to say. I kind of froze, gave a weird laugh and changed the subject. But now she keeps asking about it. And I feel like I’m betraying both of them, M, by not protecting our relationship and her, by hiding something huge.
M says we can go public. That he’s fine with it if I am but then what? I tell her I’ve been with the guy she’s secretly pining over for years and just didn’t say anything? Won’t she feel humiliated? Betrayed? I’m terrified it’ll destroy our friendship.
So Reddit… AITA for not telling my best friend I’m already with the guy she wants? And if not, what the hell do I do now?
Max Philips (Bloodsucking Bastards)
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AITA for wanting to quit because my boss won’t turn me into a vampire even though I’m literally the top performer?
I (24F) started an internship at a mid-size sales company a few months ago. I was just trying to get some experience and a paycheck. I didn’t expect, you know, vampires to be a part of that experience.
The office rumor (that everyone knows is true) is that M (mid-30s? ageless? hot in a soul-sucking Wall Street vampire sort of way) is the boss who handpicks the best employees to “promote” aka turn them into vampires. It’s a reward. Eternal life, endless energy, better insurance and apparently a coffee tolerance that doesn’t make your hands shake. Thing is, I’ve crushed the sales board for three months straight. Like, no competition. The next closest guy is 42 calls behind and cries during lunch. I stayed up late. I meet quotas no one else touches. My neck is basically exposed at this point, figuratively and literally.
And yet nothing. No shadowy invite. No creepy-but-glamorous “let’s talk in my office with the lights off.” M just gives me these weird once-overs in the elevator and says things like, “Good work, kid,” like I’m still in high school. Meanwhile, last month’s top performer (D, who sells like he’s reading from a cereal box) got “promoted” after one good week.
I tried asking. M just smiled, that smug fanged GQ smile and said, “It’s not just about the numbers.” Which… okay? What is it about then? Charm? Blood type? Being less annoying during meetings? Now I’m spiraling. Like am I not vampire material? Am I too ambitious? Not attractive enough? Too human? Every day I walk past the break room and see the cool undead crowd sipping their crimson smoothies and laughing at inside jokes about graveyards and their never ending orgies, and I feel like the nerd no one wants at the slumber party.
I’m starting to hate him. Not just because he won’t bite me but because I wanted it. I earned it. And now I’m stuck here, mortal, exhausted and drinking stale coffee while wondering if I’m not enough.
So Reddit… AITA for wanting to quit my job because my boss won’t make me a vampire? Or am I just taking professional rejection way too personally?
Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)
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AITA for wanting to ask out my son’s teacher even though I’m afraid of messing up his life again?
So, I (M, early 40s) am a single dad to the best kid on the planet, A (9M). Sweet, brilliant and too good for me honestly. His mom and I split a few years ago and I’ve been doing the whole daddy CEO redemption arc thing ever since. Trying to be a good man. Trying to keep the chaos in check. Trying not to completely screw this kid up.
Enter her. My son’s teacher. Let’s call her R (30s F). She’s sunshine in human form. Whip-smart, patient and warm. She talks to A like he’s the most important person in the room, and hell, she talks to me like I’m not just a walking Wall Street headline. I’ve been smitten since parent-teacher night. Every time I drop A off or pick him up, I try to be charming, likeable, funny, confident. You know, my usual moves.
And I fail miserably. Every. Single. Time.
She doesn’t laugh at my stupid money jokes, she gives me this look when I bring her overpriced coffee like she knows I googled “gifts teachers love.” Once, I tried to compliment her and said, “You’re doing really admirable work wrangling a room full of small people.” I sounded like I was describing a livestock auction. Still, she smiles. She’s kind and I think, maybe, she likes me back? Or at least doesn’t hate me. Which, for me, is progress.
Here’s the problem, I’ve been thinking about asking her out. Just coffee, something simple. But I keep stopping myself because of A. He adores her. I mean, glows when he talks about her. I don’t want to confuse him. I don’t want him to feel weird if she becomes something more to me than “Ms. R.”
But lately, he’s been drawing pictures of the three of us. Me, him and her. He says stuff like, “Ms. R would make a good mom.” Or, “Ms. R always makes me feel safe.” And I can’t help but wonder, is he already hoping for something more?
So Reddit… AITA for wanting to ask out my son’s teacher even if it risks changing something sacred in his life? Or should I just keep pretending this isn’t killing me a little more every time I see her?
Lucien De Leon (The Uninvited)
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AITA for not being able to look at my best friend the same after I saw her camming and moaning my name?
Yeah. I know how that sounds. But please let me explain before you judge.
I (M, 29) have been best friends with R (F, 28) since we were kids. Grew up in the same neighborhood, went through awkward teen years together, cried on each other’s shoulders during breakups, shared popcorn during horror movie marathons, the whole “platonic soulmates” deal. Everyone always assumed we’d end up together but we never crossed the line. Mostly because I never had the guts.
Truth is, I’ve been in love with her since high school. She’s funny, brilliant, completely unfiltered and has this laugh that makes me feel like everything’s okay. I never told her because I didn’t want to lose what we had.
Then last week, I was up late, bored, scrolling whatever and I ended up on a cam site. Just clicking around, not expecting anything.
And there she was.
On camera.
In the most sinful lingerie I’ve ever seen and looking gorgeous as ever. And at first I froze. I thought, “No way. That can’t be her.” But it was 100% her. The mole on her hip, the way she chews her lip when nervous, her voice.
And then she moaned my name. Not in passing. Not like in a roleplay type of way. My actual real name. I exited so fast I nearly dropped my phone. I haven’t told her. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop picturing it. Her, saying my name, like that. And now every time we hang out, it’s like a war in my head, part of me still wanting to protect her, the other part completely wrecked by desire and curiosity. I feel like I’ve violated something, even though she’s the one streaming it publicly. I feel like a creep but also kind of hopeful? Like maybe she feels something for me, too? I don’t know what to do. I can’t unsee it and I don’t know if I should talk to her, confess, or bury it forever.
So Reddit… AITA for not being able to treat my best friend the same now that I’ve seen her in that way, even if she doesn’t know I know?
Oberyn Martell (Game of Throne)
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AITA for falling in love with the enemy and not telling her I originally used her to get revenge on her family?
I (41M) come from a family with blood in the streets and revenge in its bones. We’ve been at war with another family, let’s call them the Ls, for decades. The kind of feud where you don’t just destroy businesses, you burn bloodlines.
A while back, I met her. Let’s call her R (32F) and is the youngest from that said family. She walked into a neutral club downtown like she owned it, and every man in the room turned to look. So did I. At first, I saw an opportunity. I’m not proud of it but I’ll be honest, I wanted to get close to her to hurt her family. Seduce her. Use her. Break her heart. Maybe learn a few secrets along the way. That was the plan.
Except, it didn’t go that way.
She didn’t fall easily. She’s not some porcelain princess. She challenged me, even mocked me. Didn’t take any of my shit. And somehow, in all that fire and venom, I started wanting her. Not as a pawn. As a person. As mine. We've been seeing each other in secret for almost a year now. Behind closed doors, it’s real. It’s not a game. I bring her flowers. She brings me peace. She’s the only one who touches me like I’m a man, not a monster. And gods help me, I think I’d burn down my whole empire just to keep her safe.
But I haven’t told her the truth. That I used her at first. That I lied when I said I just "ran into her." That I walked into her life with a knife hidden behind my back and only dropped it once I realized I didn’t want to hurt her, I wanted to keep her. Now I’m stuck. If I tell her the truth, I risk losing her forever. If I don’t, I’m living a lie. Every time I touch her, I wonder if she’d still look at me the same if she knew what I was when this started.
So Reddit… AITA for not telling her? For falling in love with the one woman I was supposed to destroy?
Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)
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AITA for wanting to say yes when my boss’s daughter asked me to get her pregnant to avoid sleeping with her fiancé?
I know how that title sounds. Believe me, I’ve lost sleep over it.
I (late 30s M), am an ex-military, currently working in private security. I was hired by a very rich, very controlling man to be his daughter’s bodyguard. Let’s call her R (mid-20s, beautiful, clever, and way too good for this world or for me).
R’s family is old-money, traditional and practically treats her like a business asset. A few months ago, they arranged for her to marry some stiff in a suit who’s more in love with her father’s power than with her. She doesn't love him, she’s made that clear. And now her family is pushing for kids. Like, very soon. Like, contracts signed and wedding night kind of pressure.
I’ve seen the way she looks after long meetings. Like she’s drowning. I’ve heard her cry in her room when she thinks no one’s listening. But I didn’t expect what she asked me. She pulled me aside yesterday. Calm, serious and no games. She said she couldn’t go through with letting a stranger own her body. That if she had to have a child, she wanted to choose the father. Someone she trusted. Someone she felt safe with. Someone like me. She said she wouldn’t expect anything else. No strings. No relationship. Just this one thing. And god help me, I want to say yes.
Because I’ve been falling for her since day one. Quietly. From the shadows. I was hired to protect her, not touch her, but every time I see her, I want to pull her away from all of this. From her family. From the cold fiancé. From the life she never chose.
But if I say yes, am I crossing a line? Taking advantage of her desperation? If I say no, I keep things clean, professional but I leave her alone in something that clearly terrifies her.
So Reddit… AITA for wanting to say yes when she asked me to give her something real in a life full of things she never chose?
Reed Richards (Fantastic 4)
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AITA for constantly arguing with my scientific rival, even though I might actually be in love with her?
Let me start by saying I’m not great with emotions. Equations? Fine. Quantum mechanics? My playground. Human connection? That’s where I fall apart.
I (40M) work in advanced theoretical physics, and I’m fairly well-known in my field. A few years ago, a new name started popping up in peer-reviewed journals. Let’s call her R (34F). She’s brilliant, bold and completely unapologetic. And somehow, infuriatingly, smarter than me in areas I used to dominate.
We met at a symposium and things escalated. What began as subtle jabs turned into full-blown intellectual warfare. Debates in front of panels. Arguments in laboratories. Petty rebuttals in published work. To everyone else, we’re rivals, frenemies at best, sworn enemies at worst.
But here’s the part no one knows, I don’t hate her at all.
In fact, I admire her more than anyone I’ve ever met. She challenges me. She keeps me on my toes. And, God help me, she’s gorgeous when she’s yelling at me about my “antiquated entropy model.” I’ve even found myself intentionally provoking her just to see the fire in her eyes. The problem? I’ve backed myself into a corner. I’ve spent so long acting like she’s my nemesis that I don’t know how to flip the script. I can’t just say, “Hey, I know I’ve spent the last three years criticizing your work in front of Nobel committees, but want to grab dinner sometime?”
She probably does hate me. Or worse, she sees me as a childish competitor who can’t handle being challenged by a woman. And maybe that’s not entirely wrong.
So Reddit… AITA for keeping up the act? For pretending to hate her when in reality I can’t stop thinking about her? I don’t even know if she’d take me seriously if I tried to be honest now. Or is it too late to change the rules of the game?
Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion)
~~ COMING SOON ~~
AITA for developing feelings for a witness in a murder case even though I’m the lead investigator and she’s the victim’s wife?
I know how it sounds. I hate that I’m even writing this. But here we are.
I (M, 40s) work in law enforcement, been doing it a long time. I’ve seen the worst of people. I’ve interviewed killers with no soul behind their eyes, and families so broken by grief I had to go sit in my car afterward and just breathe.
Then came her.
Let’s call her R (30s F). She was the wife of the man we found shot dead in their home. Brutal scene. She was there too, barely alive when we arrived. Beaten, bloodied and she fought like hell to survive. We think she wasn’t supposed to make it. Suspect must’ve thought she was dead when he fled.
We put her into a protective program while we sort this out. There’s still a threat, still pieces missing. And since I’m the lead on the case, I’ve been around a lot.
It started small, making sure she felt safe. Bringing her updates. Listening when she needed to talk about the past. Her husband wasn’t exactly Prince Charming. There’s a lot to unpack there. And somewhere along the line, I started seeing her as more than a witness. More than a case file. She’s sharp and resilient. The kind of woman who makes you want to be softer just standing near her. And she smiles at me, like she’s grateful I’m there, like she trusts me.
But here’s the thing: her husband just died violently. No matter how their marriage was, he’s gone and I’m the man investigating it. I’m supposed to be objective, professional. And I am, I swear I am. But I can’t lie to myself anymore and pretend I’m not catching feelings I shouldn’t. I haven’t acted on anything. I’d never cross that line. But the way she looks at me sometimes, I wonder if she feels it too.
So Reddit… AITA for wanting something with a woman who’s still technically grieving her dead husband, while I’m supposed to be the one protecting her?
The taste of her
Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader
Summary: It’s not romance. It’s hunger. And today, Max finally feeds.
Warnings: 🔞, vampire AU, biting, 🩸 drinking, kissing, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, rough touch, dominant behavior, dark themes, obsession, transformation, manipulation, possessive behavior, marking, mild pain/pleasure mix ⚠️🚨 everything is fully consensual within the story’s supernatural context
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She’s been here a few months. Still doesn’t fall for the charm. Like - what the fuck? Who even is she? Some kind of saint?
I mean, come on. Look at me. I open my mouth, people melt. But her? Nothing. Not even a damn blink.
And yeah, I think about it. Every day. Not proud of it, but whatever. Not like I’d say that shit out loud. Can you imagine? Me? Losing my mind over one woman? Maybe it’s not even her. Maybe it’s the fact she doesn’t give a damn about me.
But not today. Nah, today she’s gonna see me.
Walked into the office with that plan locked in. Didn’t give a shit about the rest of the corporate zombies. Wasn’t in the mood for games. I had one goal today. One.
And there she is. Standing by the coffee machine, trying to squeeze a cappuccino out of it like it owes her something. Except she didn’t realize she’s gotta fill the milk first. Silly thing.
“Maybe you should add some milk first, sweetheart, huh?” I throw at her with a grin.
She turns around, gives me that sharp look - up and down - like she can’t even believe I exist, or that I’m talking to her.
And yeah. That just makes it worse. Because now all I can think about is what I’m gonna do with her.
“Maybe you should turn your brain on first, huh?” she fires back.
My eyebrow goes up. “The fuck does that mean?”
She doesn’t even blink. “I mean I see how you look at me. How you try. But I’m not interested. You’re just some egotistical asshole who’s screwing up the whole office. So maybe turn your brain on, because I’m not interested.” One breath. Straight through. No pause. Damn.
Any other guy would get pissed, maybe walk away. Not me. I try to turn on the charm. Doesn’t work. Never does with her. So I go old-school. The kind of flirting that’s not about winning - it’s about getting under her skin. “You’re adorable when you’re mad,” I say. I’m not an idiot. I know that line won’t make her melt - it’ll do the opposite. And that’s exactly what I want. I love when they get angry. Emotional. Makes things easier later.
“Jesus, how massive is your ego?” she snaps, voice rising. And before I can even react, she actually lifts her hand. Guess she was gonna slap me.
I catch her wrist mid-swing and clamp it in my hand. She hisses and stares at me, eyes wide as saucers. Good.
“When I say you’re adorable, take it as a compliment, sweetheart,” I purr, hauling her close. Her body is warm, real human heat. I feel her tits against my chest, and even through that thin blouse I can tell her nipples are hard. Nice.
I pin her wrist up against the wall above her head and hold it there with my hand.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She gasps, half shocked, half breathless.
“Shh,” I say, my free hand gliding down her side. I can feel her shiver, her pulse racing. I lean in to her neck. She smells... good. Insanely good, probably the best I’ve tasted… and trust me, I’ve tasted a lot. I lick her neck and on my tongue there’s this mix: her floral perfume, the iron of 🩸 I pick up with my heightened senses, and that slick little animal thing - excitement.
“Max, I’m warning you,” she manages, but her voice fails. She’s folding in on herself, not fighting anymore.
I don’t even want to think right now whether my charm finally did the trick or if good old flirting and being a pain in the ass saved me.
My hand slips lower, from her side down to her thigh, right where that skirt stops.
“Max…” she tries again, but it’s barely a whisper now.
I stay on her neck, kissing, biting just a little. Not trying to scare her. Not yet.
I slide my hand under her skirt, moving up to where I’ve wanted to be for way too long. Her thighs tense for a moment, hesitation flickering through her, then she exhales and lets me in.
Finally. Her legs spread, granting access. My thumb grinds against her soaked panties, right on her swollen clit. Burning. Dripping. Fucking divine.
She whispers, “Max… we shouldn’t… and what if someone walks in?”
I lift my head and laugh. “Well, that was fast. From ‘I hate you’ to ‘what if someone sees us.’ Cute.”
It’s like it suddenly hits her what’s actually happening. She snaps her thighs shut, trapping my hand right there between them… can’t move it, can’t pull it out. “We shouldn’t,” she says again.
“Sweetheart,” I cut her off with a kiss, biting her lip just enough to make her gasp. That little sound slips right into my mouth, and yeah… there it is again. She’s melting. “Relax,” I mumble against her lips. “No one’s coming. I made sure of it.”
And I’m not even lying. Half the people in this damn office are mine now - turned, loyal, quiet. They know better than to interrupt their boss. They’re out there guarding the rest, keeping everyone busy. No one’s gonna come looking for me.
“How about I have a little fun with that pretty pussy, huh?” I whisper against her ear, still close enough that she feels my breath.
Her lip’s a little swollen from my bite, hot as hell. She freezes for a second, probably didn’t expect me to just say ‘pussy’. But yeah, I said it.
Her pupils blow wide, heartbeat jumping under my hand. Then she moves. Legs spreading again, like she already knows what’s coming.
For a sec I just touch her, teasing, pressing down just enough to make her twitch. Then I hook my thumb under her panties and pull them down, one hand, easy as fuck.
She squeezes her thighs together to let them drop, then spreads again.
My fingers slide over her pussy - warm, wet, perfect.
She lets out this tiny moan, and when I bite her earlobe, it turns into a louder one.
That sound? Yeah, that’s it. I’m done waiting. I need her. Now.
I pull back a little and spit in my palm.
She stares - shocked. Cute.
I just smirk and bury my face in her shoulder. Rub the spit between my fingers, then shove two of them deep inside her pussy. At the same time, I bite her neck. Hard. Fangs this time.
She gasps - a sharp sound, half pleasure, half shock - and I know it’s both.
Good thing I spat first, she’s tight as hell. Takes a second before I can move, twist my fingers inside her, get her body to catch up. My thumb finds her clit, pressing, rubbing, trying to keep her focused on that instead of her neck.
Her taste hits my tongue - warm, sweet, alive. Not much 🩸, I kept it shallow. Gotta make this last.
She tastes insane. Haven’t had anything this good in forever. Sweet, warm, dizzying. I’m drinking from her and still working my fingers inside her tight sweet pussy - in, out, in, out - like this is totally normal office behavior.
My head’s gone. Nothing left but the need to make her come and taste every drop I can get. I bite again, a little lower this time, so she doesn’t ruin my damn suit. More of that sweet 🩸 fills my mouth.
She’s shaking, knees giving out, so I let go of her wrist and grab her hip to keep her up.
I’m drinking from her neck, fingers buried deep in her pussy - deep, fast, messy.
She’s so damn tight it’s driving me crazy. I keep moving, pushing in, pulling back, twisting until she’s gasping for air.
She’s gone, lost in it, nothing left but the pleasure. And watching her like this? Yeah, it makes me ache.
But I’m not gonna fuck her. Not today.
I keep drinking and fingering her.
After a while, her pussy clenches tightly around my fingers, and I know she just came. I feel wetness on my hand. It surprises me, even though maybe it shouldn't, it's not the first time I've made a woman squirt. She's shaking all over now, and I hold her even tighter.
But… I think it's time.
Once her pussy has reached its peak around me and calmed down, I carefully take my fingers out so there's no puddle under us. I tap her between her thighs until she groans softly, as if from another world. One where she balances on the edge of being human and a vampire.
I make it quick. Sink my teeth deep, right where the pulse beats the strongest, and finally get what I came for - I’m gonna turn her. Teach her. Keep her close until she learns what it means to crave like I do. If I’m gonna have someone at my side in this fucked-up world, it’s gonna be her.
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Frostbite
Max Phillips x f!reader
Summary: By all that was holy in the world, you were going to slap the ever-loving shit out of this man. Words: 1.9k
For the #pedrostoriesgift24 Holiday Gift Exchange. @almostfoxglove asked for:
* max gets reader/character for their office's secret santa (or vice versa) * office christmas party
And y'all know I can't resist Max.
My Masterlist <- So much more Max stuff here y'all. I've missed him.
Rated: Teen Warnings: This is romantic and sweet and I make no apologies for that. Max being Max, however.
If you had to listen to George Michael complain one more time about what happened last Christmas, you were going to cause a scene.
Looking around the room, you took some small solace that no one else seemed to be having a good time either. Derek had taken up a post near the exit, obviously waiting until just enough time had passed that he could make a break for it. Malika was on her third hard cider - if she wasn’t careful she’d be the Monday morning gossip.
And the very next day, you gave it away…
You slip your phone from your pocket as surreptitiously as possible, checking the clock. Not even 6:30, there was still the speech from the CEO, the sales award, and of course the office secret Santa to get through before you could make your escape. They always saved secret Santa for last - everyone marching one by one to open their gift from the table in the center of the room. Showing everyone the mug they had been given.
It was always a mug.
The table looked extra sad this year - filled almost entirely with bags, half of which didn’t even have a festive spray of tissue. It was the laziest possible wrapping job. Nothing more clearly said ‘I put no thought into this’ than a dollar store bag, taped shut.
You had wrapped your gift. An oblong box with a festive red bow. Inside was a designer tie - one you had been lucky to find at a local thrift store. You had no idea if your giftee would like it, he ran so hot and cold you never could tell if he even liked you. Or anybody for that matter.
“Hey there sweet cheeks, looking for me?”
Speak of the devil.
“Never.”
He sidles up next to you, all long limbs and expensive cologne. His suit is perfect; crisp navy blue with a sparkly snowflake tie. As usual he stands too close, forcing you to shift slightly sideways to avoid brushing against him.
“You tease,” he pouts with a puffed out lower lip. “You’re gonna break my heart.”
Max Phillips, rising star of the sales department. Arrogant, conceited asshole and inveterate flirt. He was handsome too, which was honestly just annoying. If someone was going to be that obnoxious, they should at least look like half a roasted ham.
“I have it on good authority you don’t have one,” you point out.
He pats his chest for a moment, giving you a wounded look. “Stacey tell you that? Don’t be jealous, baby.”
“Miranda.”
He has the decency to hesitate, eyes darting across the room before back to you. “Well, someone had to be my shoulder to cry on.” You snort at that and he grins, shifting closer again and almost backing you to the wall. “And don’t worry about them, that’s business.”
You were pretty sure whatever that was you had walked in on in the copy room hadn’t been ‘business’ but you don’t point it out. Miranda hadn’t been the same, something viscerally off about her, ever since.
“You,” he leaned into you and you felt a cubicle wall at your back, “you would be nothing but pleasure wouldn’t you?”
“We are at work.”
“Most couples meet at work.”
“We’re not a couple.”
“We’re not a couple, yet.” He takes a deep breath and frowned. “You don’t take good care of yourself.”
“Excuse you?”
It came out close to a shriek, several heads turning your direction. Max gave them a dazzlingly wide smile and as one they smiled back. Even Richard, the grumpiest at the best of times, blushed. He blushed.
“You’re not eating right.”
By all that was holy in the world, you were going to slap the ever-loving shit out of this man. He wasn’t even looking at you, eyes scanning the room while he talked out of the corner of his mouth. “Dave is doing his speech,” you try to point out but Max gives you his attention long enough to roll his eyes.
“Don’t change the subject, babydoll.”
“What subject?”
Max takes the proverbial shovel you offer. “You’re gaunt. You’re not getting the right vitamins.”
“From the man who has an ‘allergy’ to sunlight.”
The grin he gives you is wolfish. “That’s documented. I have a doctor’s note.” You can’t help the small smile and of course he notices. “There now, was that so hard? I’m being charming all over the place here.”
“Why?”
The word is a hiss of air and he blinks at you, confused. “What do you mean, why?”
“You’ve fucked half the office.” You try very hard to keep your tone too low for anyone else to hear. “Am I keeping you from bingo or something?”
Another one of those deep breaths and he leans in to you, so close you think he might actually nuzzle you. “I like you.”
You snort, turning away.
“I do.” He scans the room again before he turns, blocking your view with his wide shoulders. “Look at me.”
“No.”
“Look at me.”
“I said no.”
There’s silence for several heartbeats before he admits, “You intrigue me.”
“You’re a liar.”
“All the time,” he concedes. “But not right now. There’s something for my people, a knowing of sorts…”
He trails off and you can’t help but ask, “Your people? Wasps?”
“Something like that.”
“Max Phillips!” The call of his name comes from out of the blue.
“Gotta run, sugar tits, duty calls.”
Of course he’s won the sales award. He shakes the CEO’s hand while accepting the plaque, turning and smiling - not pausing for even a moment when he realizes no one is going to take his photo. It doesn’t stop him from playing mayor of the cubicle farm, waving at a few people before stepping to the side. You notice him looking at you and studiously avoid meeting his eyes.
The secret Santa starts and you take a quick tally of how many people participated this year. Even if half the people make a fuss about it, you should be able to leave in fifteen minutes - twenty tops.
Since Max won the award he gets to go first, picking up the box you had carefully wrapped and tearing into it with the gusto of a toddler. He fingers the silk and you swear his eyes dart to where you’re standing.
There is no way he could know you’d bought it for him. No way.
“Looks like we may have a tie for best present.”
People laugh at his terrible joke and he steps to the side, letting the next person fetch their mug. You try to be surreptitious as you gauge his reaction. Does he like it? Does he think it’s tacky? With one hand he pulls off the one he’s wearing and loops the length of red silk around his collar, deftly tying a full Windsor.
It looks good on him.
Dammit.
Your name is called and you shake yourself out of your stupor, avoiding looking to the side. The present is in a bright orange bag - not even a holiday color - and stapled closed. You reach in and pull out the small bottle.
“Iron supplements.”
There’s a small scattering of applause and you stare at the offending object for so long the new HR lady has to gently move you aside.
Iron supplements.
Your secret Santa got you fucking iron supplements.
“You don’t look happy.”
The tie you so carefully picked out mocks you. You put thought into his present - and your Santa did what? Clean out their medicine cabinet? You wouldn’t be surprised if the bottle was already open.
No, you were not happy. You were fuming.
“You look pale.”
“Shut up.”
“And you’ve been having headaches lately.”
“How would you know?”
“I told you, you intrigue me.”
Something clicks and you finally look up at him, bottle clenched in your fist. “This was you?”
“You’re anemic.”
He sounds so absurdly reasonable you barely resist the urge to kick him. “You are not my doctor.”
“Do you have a doctor?”
You don’t, not that he needs to know that.
“If you did they might tell you your iron count is dangerously low. You should get checked for an autoimmune disease.”
“I do not have an autoimmune disease.” Derek shoots you a surprised look and you give him a wide smile before jerking Max’s arm and pulling him into a supply closet. “This is not appropriate. On like a hundred levels.”
“Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Tell me.”
“Don’t take that tone with me.” You shove a finger into his chest. “You may get other people to leap to your bidding but I’m not one of them.”
“I know,” he grins, “it’s fantastic.”
“Fantastic?” you repeat.
“Fantastic.” He’s faster that you expect, grabbing your wrist and flattening your palm to his chest. “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”
He sounds genuinely concerned and you deflate, giving in. “I don’t have the money for fresh food. I’m living off ramen at the moment, okay? I’ll probably develop scurvy soon.”
“We pay you a decent amount - not what you’re worth, of course - but market value.”
You don’t bother asking how he knows that. “My ex took a loan out in my name. I’ve been paying it off.”
“Why isn’t he paying it off?”
“Because he’s an asshole and I can’t make him do anything.”
“Want me to kill him for you?”
It’s said so casually you almost think he means it. “It’s fine. It’s only another year. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to get rickets.”
“Isn’t that what Tiny Tim had?”
He nods. “Yes, and you’ll be begging for a Christmas bonus just like he did, too.”
“I think that was his dad.”
“Which one did Kermit play?”
You scoff, trying to pull your hand away from him. “Have you only ever seen the Muppet version of a Christmas Carol?”
He doesn’t let you go. “It’s the only one worth seeing.”
“Max,” you say softly. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, for worrying about me. Even if this-” you hold up the supplements with your other hand “-is by far the worst gift I have ever gotten.”
He gifts you with that wide, easy smile of his. “Let me buy you dinner, to make up for it.”
“Sure you don’t already have a date?”
“I’d cancel any plans for you.” If you didn’t know better you’d say he was serious.
“Big words, don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“I never make a promise I can’t keep.”
He’s standing close, so close your chest brushes his when you take a breath. “Max…”
Tingles shoot to your fingertips as his lips capture yours. A rush of heat floods through you and you can’t help but moan when he sinks his fingers into the back of your neck. The sound he makes is close to a growl, his mouth opening and his tongue is suddenly there, licking at the seam of your lips.
Would it be wrong to climb him like a tree in the supply closet?
He apparently has the same idea, lifting you from underneath your ass with an ease that takes your breath away. Your back is pressed to the wire shelves and his hips settle between your thighs as though he’s always belonged there. Your neck arches into the palm of his hand and he nuzzles beneath your ear.
“Take your damn iron pills.”
“What?”
“Your iron,” his teeth scrape along your jaw, “and maybe a multi-vitamin too.”
You were going to slap him. Just soon as your head stopped spinning from his kiss.
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Kinktober 2025: October 25th
Day 25: Mommy/Daddy // Foot Fettish // Masturbation
Max Phillips x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.3K
Warning: Putting, Sassy Max, monsters, mentions of vampirism, jerking off
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“Are you really going to make me do it?” For a man who loves to tease and has a record of seducing women, he sure has a bitter pout on his face as he tries to convince you to change your mind.
“Maaaaaaaaax.” You huff, even if you are trying to hide the smirk that is threatening to break through the annoyed facade. You can tell he doesn’t completely believe it and you feel the slight buzz as he tries to compel you. “Maximus Reginald Phillips!” He winces when you scold him, using his full name and instantly, the pull of his powers stops.
“Baby, I want you, I don’t want to jerk off.” He whines and shoots you a pitiful look, like he hasn’t just tried to force you to change his mind. Vampire or not, Max is a giant baby who loves to have his own way.
“But you promised.” He frowns harder when you bring that up, but a bet was a bet and he lost. He just doesn’t have to know that you cheated.
“Baby….” He huffs, closing his eyes and sighing dramatically. Especially since the man has zero need to draw breath and hasn’t since he was changed into a creature of the night when he was getting his MBA. “Fiiiiiine.”
You squeal in happiness, because you really do want to see him jerk off, but also because you know it will irritate him for you to get your way. It’s the little things in your relationship that bring you joy. Kind of like when he gets to torment Evan.
You jump on the bed, bouncing dramatically as he rolls his eyes and tilts his head up towards the ceiling, like he would actually pray for patience. It was laughable enough to make you giggle. “Now strip and give me my show.” You demand, waggling your brows.
Max is normally a man who doesn’t mind a performance, as long as he is the one in control. He has a flair for the dramatic that you swear was inherited with the fangs and the thirst for blood, but he wants to be the one in charge. Right now you are calling the shots and he is pursing his lips as he shrugs his suit jacket off his shoulders and starts to undo his cufflinks.
“I could always eat your pussy.” He bargains, making you smirk as you wiggle back into the pillows and tuck your hands behind your head. “I’m good.” You deny, wrinkling your nose. “Not really feeling it.”
That makes him huff as he works his tie free. “You love my tongue.” He argues, almost offended that you hadn’t immediately taken him up on the offer.
“I do, but I want to see my show.” You pucker your lips and shoot him a little kiss, making him narrow his eyes at you.
“I could always-” You shake your head. “Max, a deal is a deal. If I had lost the bet, I would have had to give you what you want, right?”
Max rolls his eyes, unsure how the fuck he lost that bet. It was sure damn thing but he knows you are right. “Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles but he continues to strip down until he is fully nude in front of you.
He had been changed when he was in the prime of his life. HIs body is beautiful and he is right, he has wonderful abs. Right now, you admire the way his cock is half hard, even if he claimed that he wasn’t interested in jerking off. His sex drive obviously didn’t get that memo.
“Fuck you are sexy.” You feel the way your pussy reacts, clenches around nothing and starts to get wet. It’s one of the many things with Max. His aura as a vampire makes him alluring, but the man is sexy.
“So you want-” “For you to lay down and wrap your hand around your cock and pump it until you cum for me.” You finish for him, biting your lip and moving to pat the bed beside you. “Come on, big boy. I have been thinking about this all day.”
Max perks up slightly, intrigued by the idea that you have been thinking about him all day. Lord, the vampire is vain. You smirk as he climbs into the bed beside you and lays down. His eyes on you as he waits to see if you will change your mind at the last moment.
He grunts to himself as he reaches up and spits into his hand, obviously preferring that over the lube that you had out on the nightstand. No fancy jerking off for him apparently.
It’s easy to watch him wrap his hand around his cock. You have seen that before. Normally right before he is snapping you in half and making you scream loud enough that Mrs. Miller down in 3B calls the super again. You’ve been informed of noise complaints more times than you want to admit but the old bat is just jealous she’sn not having her back cracked like you are.
Completely on their own, Max’s fangs spring out of his gums, glinting white and you love to see the way his nose pinches slightly. Enjoying the way he squeezes his length but he doesn’t want to admit it.
“Fuck baby, you look good with your dick in your hand.” He grunts at you but you just smirk. “Pump it for me.” You coo. “Show me what you do when you can’t have me.”
He huffs, because he hates when he is banished to his own apartment for some dumbass thing that he’s done. It’s almost like you put a stake in his heart. Still, he obeys you, sliding his hand up and down the shaft and rubbing the head of his cock until the pout fades from his face and the heaviness of his brow starts to gather almost naturally.
He changes when he cums. It’s something that you discovered early on in your relationship and apparently it’s only really happened with you. The others before you, he had never completely relaxed around enough to reveal his true nature and you love that he does with you.
“That’s it.” He groans quietly at the praise. Always a sucker for that. “I bet it feels so good.”
“Your pussy would feel better.” Max says, still pumping his cock slowly until he shifts slightly and spits in his hand again. Apparently warmed up now and needing a little extra so he can jerk his cock faster.
“Maybe later.” You hum, reaching out and stroking his side. “I’m enjoying this right now.” You are wet and you know he can smell that, so you aren’t lying. It’s sexy to watch him start to build up a quick rhythm. The shorter strokes are very different from what you use when you touch him. Making a mental note to use that same grip and stroke the next time you are the one with your hand around his cock.
“Fuck.” He curses softly, eyes closing as he continues to work his cock. Features hardening, sharpening from the handsome human face to the one that is more severe. That is what you wanted to see, Max letting go and relaxing. He grunts again, mimicking a pant when he would have been breathless.
His body starts to tense and you know that he is working himself up and getting closer. You watch, biting your lip when his growl gets louder and his toes start to curl. Your eyes sliding from his cock to his face. Holding your breath when his entire body tenses up.
Max is beautiful when he cums, cock erupting and spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. His mouth open, fangs flashing and the deep yellow of his eyes is other worldly. The monstrous face that should scare you, is beautiful. Watching him fall apart with his hand wrapped around his length as he pumps, growling out your name is powerful. It’s something you want to see again and you smirk as you lean forward and kiss his brow. “Good boy.”
The Vampire Date That Makes You Moan & Howl
A Max Phillips Fan Fic
Day Fourteen of Pedrotober 2025 - Prompt Freebie
PEDROTOBER 2025
It would not be October with out some Bitey Maxie would it. I wrote this early September thinking this would be the one for Halloween & then that prompt coincided with something else I was working on so here we are, it’s fallen on the free choice day.
Synopsis:- You are on a blind date, with a mysterious business man.
Word Count:-3850
Warnings:- DON NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, sex on a first date, vampire lore, werewolf lore, kinks, swearing, alcohol, teasing.
Yea after the calm yesterday we’re back to madness. Thanks as always for reading peoples. See you all tomorrow.
@norththelemon @alyssamariag @alwayslurkinginthebackground
You stare at yourself in the mirror, tugging at the hem of your top like it might suddenly transform into something sexier if you glare hard enough.
“A blind date,” you mutter, half to yourself, half to your best friend sprawled across your bed. “What am I, 22? Hoping for the right spark? desperate?”
Your friend snorts, propping herself up on her elbows. “First of all, you’re not desperate. Second, he’s supposed to be hot. & third…” she tosses a wink your way “you haven’t exactly been knocking it out of the park lately, babe. You’re getting too picky.”
You roll your eyes but don’t argue. She’s right, & that’s the worst part. Dating when you get above 30 is like panning for gold in a swamp, you’re more likely to find old boots & discarded shopping carts than anything worth keeping. To many frogs have been kissed but none have been a prince or even had a flutter inside you.
“Fine,” you sigh, grabbing your jacket. “But if this guy turns out to be a creep, you owe me cocktails.”
“That’s why I’m coming with you,” she says, hopping up and sliding on her shoes. “Recon mission. I’ll scope him out, make sure he’s not a serial killer, & then disappear once you give me the all clear.”
You smirk, trying to hide the nervous flutter in your stomach. Blind dates are one thing. Blind dates with a chaperone? That’s new.
“But what if he…”
“Doubting before we’ve even left the house?” She throws you a look. “If it gets to that point he will either run a mile or will be more than a snack” she has a point.
You grab your bag & head out. The nights destiny already settled.
The bar is low lit, warm with chatter & the clink of glasses. Busy but not too busy. Everyone here seems comfortable & it puts you at ease for all of 10 seconds. You’re barely inside when your friend nudges you, eyes widening. “Oh. Ohhh, girl. If that’s him, you’re welcome.”
You follow her gaze to the man leaning casually against the bar. Dark suit, smug grin, hair slicked just enough to look deliberate. He’s… well, a lot & rather handsome.
His head turns & when his eyes lock onto yours, sharp & hungry like he’s been waiting just for you, something in your chest does a strange, traitorous little flip. A pull of sorts, a feeling you’ve not felt in a long time.
The man at the bar straightens when he sees you, slipping off the stool with an ease that screams practiced confidence. Up close, he’s even more devastating, broad shoulders framed by a sharp suit, the red tie (maybe a warning) just a little undone, like he’s walked out of an ad for dangerous men who know they’re dangerous.
“Are you…?” he asks your name, voice low & velvety, like smoke curling around like it’s drawing you in more.
You nod, pulse jumping. “That’s me.”
He takes your hand before you can think twice. Warm, firm grip, eyes never leaving yours. “Max Phillips, &, I have to say, my night just improved.”
Behind you, your friend clears her throat. “You good?” she murmurs, a little too loud. Max notices but then smiles. Maybe he’s happy you had a back up plan.
You glance at Max, then back at her, trying not to grin like a teenager. “Yeah,” you whisper, then, louder: “Yeah, I think I am.”
Max gestures toward the bar. “Can I get you a drink? Something tells me you’re not the ‘vodka-cranberry’ type. Something tells me you can handle a proper drink.”
He’s already got a glass of deep red wine in front of him, the kind that looks too rich, too dark to be anything on the cheap end of the menu. You tilt your head, considering, & order something a little less polished, an herbal cocktail, strong, earthy with bitters, mint & rosemary. It’s a drink most people would wrinkle their nose at, but it feels grounding. Familiar. He insists it’s mixed with the best dark rum the bar has.
Max’s smile curves wider, like he knows something you don’t. “Interesting choice,” he says, lifting his glass. “I like it. Something… primal about it.”
You raise a brow, clinking your glass lightly against his. “& yours? A Malbec? Pretty classic. Red wine & charm?”
He smirks, lips brushing the rim as he takes a slow sip. “You’d be surprised what a man can hide in a glass like this.” Something in the way he says it makes your skin prickle, heat pooling low in your stomach. It feels like you’re being studied, appraised & somehow, you don’t mind at all. Usually you would but Max has this aura. It’s magnetic, maybe even dangerous & you want to know more.
Max leans in, elbow brushing the bar as his eyes trace over you like he’s memorizing every detail. The wine glass dangles effortlessly between his fingers, but his attention is razor-sharp.
“So,” you say, half smiling as you swirl your drink, “am I passing the test? Not secretly a catfish? Not going to bore you with my undying love of reality TV?”
His grin is slow, wolfish in its own right. “Oh, you’re definitely not boring me.” His free hand brushes yours where it rests on the bar top, casual but lingering. When you don’t pull away, he lets his fingers lace with yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date & I’ve never been on a blind date”
“Same” you say a little to enthusiastically “I tend to only date if I know it’s going to be something worth holding on to”
“To sink your teeth in” he says coyly “I understand what you mean” he then rubs your knuckles. The contact sends a spark through you. His skin is cool, but his smirk is heat itself.
Then he does it again, subtle, but not subtle enough. A quick inhale, nose twitching ever so slightly, like he’s trying to place something. Maybe your perfume is arousing, maybe it’s something else.
Your brow furrows. “Wait…are you… sniffing me?” Your own sense always on alert.
Max freezes for half a beat, then recovers with a practiced chuckle. “Maybe. Is that weird?”
You laugh, caught between flattered & bemused. “Depends on the answer. Am I smelling that good?” He’s far too handsome for this to be a major red flag.
“Oh,” he says, voice dipping, eyes narrowing like you’re a puzzle piece sliding into place. “Better than good. Intoxicating” Heat creeps up your neck, but you hold his gaze. The silence stretches until you lean in, brushing your lips against his in a teasing kiss. This is not like you, you don’t do this but there’s something about Max that is undeniable. It should be quick, a test, a tease, but Max doesn’t let you pull away. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face as he deepens the kiss, lips insistent, tasting of wine & something darker. When you finally break apart, breathless, his smile is almost boyish, but there’s something sharp behind it.
“I don’t usually do this,” he admits, voice velvet over steel. “But… do you want to come back to mine?”
You smile softly & nod at your friend who’s still been lingering & knows that you are okay.
“I don’t usually do this either” you say & slurp your drink through your straw. “… but yes I’d like that, I’d like that a lot” his eyes dilated & you can feel the passion grown between you in a short gaze between you. Something dark & mysterious is brewing.
The elevator ride up to his penthouse is a blur of hands grabbing what wants to be theirs, stolen kisses on any skin that’s available & muffled laughter like this is forbidden, your back pressed against cool steel as Max’s mouth claims yours again & again. A hunger driving you both, almost a hunt, a primal need for possession. By the time the doors slide open, you’re dizzy, clinging to his jacket like you might actually lose your balance without him.
His apartment is everything you expect, sleek lines, dim lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows glowing with the city skyline. You barely register any of it, too busy being pulled inside, your hands tangled in his tie as his lips trail down your throat.
“God, Max…” you breathe, tugging his jacket off as he walks you towards the bedroom.
He laughs against your skin, a low rumble, but there’s a hitch in it, hesitation. But he’s as desperate as you as he open the door to the master bedroom. Curtains cover all the long windows. The walls are grey, a smell of lust lingers in the room. Silk black sheets. A room which is built for the magic to happen.
Once you’re standing at the edge of his bed, you tug on his tie ready to start undressing him, but he stills taking your hands away from him , holding you gently but firmly at arm’s length. His eyes search yours, sharp & serious for the first time all night.
“There’s something I should tell you,” he says, voice softer now, but no less intense. “I have… certain tastes. Certain needs.”
You blink, heart pounding for reasons you can’t name. “What kind of… tastes?” You say licking your lips. “The kind that involves whips & chains, because…” you’re willing to let him do whatever to you. He had this power over you already. But you stop speaking when you see the look in his eyes.
He lets out a slow breath, like he’s weighing whether to ruin the moment or not, then smiles, baring teeth that are just a little too sharp. “No…” a short pause”…The kind that comes with being a vampire.”
Your chest tightens, but not with fear. More like shock laced with a heat you can’t quite explain. “You’re serious?” This would be a shock to most people but to you it’s an added complication.
“Dead serious,” he murmurs with a wicked grin. Then, his tone softens again. “But I won’t drink from you. Not unless you want it. Not until you’re… happy with this. With me.” He brushes his thumb along your jaw, the gesture tender in stark contrast to the raw hunger glinting in his eyes. But then he looks at you. This is when most people bolt or leave or put up a fight & end up becoming dinner but you are not.
“You’re not scared?” he asks, curiosity edging into his voice like he can’t believe it.
Your lips curve into a daring smile. “Should I be?” You say & once again move your hands to his red tie”maybe you should be scared of me for not running away”
That earns you a groan & another crushing kiss, his restraint fraying as his hands roam your body with renewed urgency
“You like danger, to live on the wild side?” He asks as his hands find your hips.
“Ooh max it only you knew”
That’s all it takes for passion to take over. Clothes fall away like afterthoughts, littering the floor of his bedroom. His hands are everywhere, rough on your hips, gentle at your face, like he can’t decide whether to worship you or devour you. Every kiss is hungry, urgent, & you meet him with equal fire, nails raking across his shoulders, gasps tangled with his name. Soon two naked primal beings rest upon the bed ready to consummate something so forbidden but so right. Him being a vampire complicates things for the future but not now when passion is bursting through every vein.
The sheets are cool under your skin, but his body is heat pressed against yours, moving with a rhythm that drags moans from deep in your chest. He’s strong, unyielding, but every time you clutch tighter, dig deeper, he only grins, like he’s been waiting for someone who can match him. You have no idea how old he is, but the way he thrusts & fills you up has you knowing this is a man filled with sexual experience. He knows what he likes & he’s going to take every drop of pleasure from you. Make you scream his name, have you begging for more. Yea this is too hot to handle for any mortal.
Max’s mouth finds your throat again, teeth grazing without breaking, you arch into him with a shiver that makes him groan. He pulls back to look at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted, he’s drunk on the taste of you, on the sounds you make. He doesn’t need to drink yet but you can feel the fangs, a small scrape sends even more desire with each thrust.
But then one of the curtains shift. A sliver of moonlight slices through the room, painting your skin silver.
Max thinks at first it’s just the way you’re moaning, wild, unrestrained, but then your body tenses, grip tightening around his shoulders with a strength that makes him falter. Your head tilts back, hair spilling longer, thicker down your back, eyes flashing open. Golden. Not human.
“The fuck?” he breathes, confusion cutting through his haze. The answer comes in the form of a guttural sound, half-moan, half-growl, that builds, deepens, & bursts out of you as a howl that shakes the windows. In a moment of pleasure your cover is blown.
Max jerks back slightly, chest heaving, staring down at you like he’s seeing something he’s only ever heard in whispered legends.
A werewolf.
A challenge.
A forbidden love.
& yet, even as your body shifts beneath his touch, his lips curl into a wicked, delighted smile.
“Well, no wonder you smell irresistible,” he murmurs, awe & arousal twined in his tone. You smile as your extending nails dig into his flesh, a wicked grin forming. You should now both care so much that your secrets are out in the open to each other. But neither of you care the connection & pleasure is uncontrollable.
The heat between you builds to a breaking point, your bodies moving in a desperate rhythm that leaves no room for thought, only sensation. His grip tightens on your waist, your nails dig deep into his back. Word fail you both, pants & moans bounce off the walls. Then it hits, the moment of no return of ecstasy & desire & together you tumble over the edge with a shattering release,moans and growls tangled, breathless, raw & primal.
You collapse against him, chest heaving, the echo of your howl still vibrating in the room. Your eyes squeeze shut as the last of the moonlight flickers across your skin. For a heartbeat, your claws dig into his shoulders, then they retract, nails smoothing back to normal as the wildness ebbs.
Max watches every shift, every detail, with a fascination that borders on reverent. He’s never seen someone partially transform, he’s infatuated even more. Then, as though to shield you, he rises & yanks the curtain shut, casting the room back into shadow.
Panting, you cover your face with your hands. “Shit. I’m… I’m sorry. I medicate. Keeps me from fully… changing.” Your voice cracks with embarrassment. “Guess I wasn’t expecting to, well, get distracted tonight. If I was home I’d have taken another tablet,”
Max sits back down beside you, still entirely naked, still grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Distracted?” He chuckles, brushing his thumb over the faint crescents your claws left in his skin. “That’s one word for it.” He runs his hand over your skin.
You peek through your fingers, cheeks burning. “You’re not… freaked out?”
His smile sharpens, fangs flashing in the dim light. “Sweetheart, I’m a vampire. & you’re a werewolf. That doesn’t scare me.” He leans closer, eyes gleaming. “It makes this… very interesting.” He then pauses a devilish look on his face. “So you mentioned chains… was that…”
“For both safety & pleasure” you say coyly.
“You animal” Max’s mouth finds yours again before you can say anything else, his kiss deep & consuming, like he’s decided the conversation is better left for later. You melt into him, fingers curling against his chest, already hungry for another taste. When you finally break apart, gasping, his forehead rests against yours.
“We shouldn’t really be doing this,” he murmurs, though his hands are still roaming your body, trailing heat with every touch.
Your lips curl into a breathless smile. “I know.” You drag your nails, now perfectly human again, down his chest, shivering at the way he arches into the contact. “But then why does it feel so right?”
He groans, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth before answering. “Maybe because it is.”
Your hand slips lower, teasing, his hiss of pleasure, just like a viper about to strike. makes your pulse race. “Or maybe,” you whisper, voice trembling between a laugh & a moan, “we’re just… the anomaly.”
Max chuckles darkly, sliding his palm over your thigh, pulling you flush against him. “Oh, baby,” he says, kissing down your jaw, “if we’re the anomaly, I never want to go back to normal. The words dissolve into more kisses, more desperate touches, both of you tangled in the impossible truth, you’re not supposed to fit together, but somehow, impossibly, you do. These creatures of the night are bound to be enemy’s but are now lovers, bewitching the impossible.
Max’s hands are everywhere again, pulling you back down into the sheets, his lips trailing fire along your collarbone. You can feel yourself teetering right on the edge of forgetting the world completely. The man knows how to make you feel good.
Buzz-buzz.
You groan, you know what it’s gonna be who is messaging you, fumbling for your phone on the nightstand. Max pulls back just enough to let you grab it, though the smirk on his face says he’s very aware of the timing. His hand starts to touch you intimately. You shudder as your clit let’s pleasure over power you for a few seconds as your swipe your phone open.
It’s your best friend. Hope he’s not taking advantage of you. Text me if you need rescuing.
You can’t help but laugh, cheeks flushed as you type back quickly. Nope. The feeling’s mutual.
Max raises a brow, still hovering over you, hair mussed, lips red from kissing. “Mutual, huh?” he drawls, voice dripping with satisfaction. He loves to snoop.
You lock your phone & toss it aside, cupping his face in your hands before pulling him down into another kiss. “Very mutual,” you murmur against his lips.
You barely have time to think before Max’s mouth is on yours again, hot & unrelenting. His hands roam your body like he’s memorizing you, pulling moans from your throat as your nails drag down his back. The kiss breaks only so he can look at you, really look at you, with an intensity that steals your breath. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, tender against the wildness still lingering in your veins.
“You know,” he murmurs, voice low, almost reverent, “you’re more than the moon to me.”
The words hit you harder than you expect, making your chest ache even as heat floods your body. Before you can reply, he’s kissing you again, slow and deep, until it spirals back into urgency. With skin on skin, the slick slide of bodies tangled in shadow you are dragged under him, your naked bodies alight as he pushes deep inside you. Every touch feels like discovery, every gasp & groan shared, feeding into the rhythm that builds between you. A rhythm that makes you shudder. A desire that tastes more than anyone else has ever given you. No wonder they always say the forbidden fruit is the ripest of all.
When you finally shatter together, it’s with his name on your lips, your howl caught in the crook of his neck, his fangs grazing your skin like a promise he doesn’t need to speak aloud.
The city glows through the curtains, the moon hidden now, his dark allure fading, but it doesn’t matter. Because in his arms, you feel like you’ve already found your place in the dark. Mystery & mayhem mould together.
The first thing you notice when you wake is the weight of an arm draped lazily over your waist, cool but comforting. Max is sprawled beside you, hair mussed, lips curved in the faintest smirk even in sleep. The skyline glows pale in the early morning light, the city hushed beneath the glass. His skin isn’t sparkling like those films depicted happens to vampire but you don’t know if the rules of sun apply to him so you tug at the curtains protecting him like he did for your during your mid transformation the night before. No accident sunlight is going to ruin this for you.
Your phone buzzes once more on the nightstand.
So? Still alive? Do I need to call the police? Did you devour him?
You grin sleepily, typing back: I’m good. Better than good there’s more to this than you realise.
Sliding the phone away, you shift onto your side, studying the man, no, the vampire your prince of darkness, beside you. You can sense he’s stirring, your sense pick it up.
“How are you feeling about all this?” you ask softly, almost afraid to break the fragile calm.
His eyes open immediately, sharp & dark brown, locking onto yours like he’d been awake the whole time. He takes a moment, gaze roaming your face as though memorizing it. Then he leans closer, brushing a kiss across your lips before answering.
“For the first time in two hundred years,” he murmurs, voice low and certain, “I feel alive.”
The words settle into your chest like an anchor & a spark all at once. You smile, curling closer into him, & think maybe, just maybe, you’ve found the strangest, hottest, most impossible kind of magic.
“Same max same” you say before you make sure your morning starts with the most delicious kiss.
“I want to protect you” he whispers once your lips part.
“& I you” you say. “This might get messy but I don’t want to let you go”
“We will work it out” he says & props his head on his arm a she studies you like you’re a renaissance painting. “We’re now bound together”
“Does my situation mean you can’t drink from me?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
“I think there’s only one way to find out” he says with a smug look. Slowly his fangs start to form his eyes widen. Suddenly something strikes in you & you back off slightly.
“Wait max…” you pause “do you go on blind dates for victims?” He shakes his head.
“No I wish I was that clever” he says stroking your face. “But I promise you that all the while you are in my life I’ll never go on a blind date again.”