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Vampire in NYC who is too smug, too morally gray accidentally ends up working with you, a tired NYPD detective who is this close to breaking under the weight of cases the system keeps failing.
Enemies?? Allies?? Tense hallway run-ins at 2am because he keeps leaving bodies around and you keep covering for him???
Shall I indulge that idea? would anyone else read the hell out of this?? 👀🩸
Well Fed for Thanksgiving {Max Phillips x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 16.1K
Warnings: Max being a cocky shit, teasing, vampirism, drinking blood, oral sex (male and female receiving), Max having no boundaries, sarcasm, threats of violence, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, family dynamics, awkward interactions, mentions of bulimia, jealousy
Comments: Bringing a cocky vampire to Thanksgiving. What could possibly go wrong?
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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“Oh God. Oh God no.” You choke, reading the text, and Max smirks as he slides up beside you, his hand not so discreetly finding your ass as he squeezes it in the break room. “I prefer you choking those words out when I’m balls deep in your pussy.” He murmurs as he playfully nips your neck and you shake your head. “Look. I - oh God.” You moan in displeasure and Max takes your phone to read the text. “Looking forward to seeing you on Wednesday, honey. Bring that cute black dress you own, some of my friends are bringing their sons.” It’s from your mom and Max’s fingers tighten around your phone at the thought of you wearing that black dress for anyone but him. He loosens his grip because he owes you a new phone and he clicks his tongue while his hand slides up to your waist. “Well, look who hasn’t told their mommy about their big bad vampy boyfriend.”
Max is a little hurt but he understands. “Max, baby.” You spin around to look at him, “I’m sorry. It’s just - I complained about you constantly and so I didn’t have the guts to tell them that our hate fucking turned into love fucking. Plus the fact that you’re a vampire. She wants grandkids and I - I don’t want kids. She’s pushing the local boys who want the little housewife pushing out the Von Trapp family.” You scoff and Max smirks, “Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo.” You roll your eyes, “this is serious. I do not want to spend Thanksgiving with my family pushing off Tom, Dick and Harry.” Max pouts, “I am insulted that you didn’t ask me to go with you.” He says and you sigh, caressing his chest, “I didn’t think - well, there’s food and my mother and oh God, my cousins. My aunt is a nightmare and I just didn’t want to put you through that. I didn’t think you were like that.” You confess and Max raises his eyebrows, “like what?” You bite your lip, “meeting the parents type.” You say and Max pouts even harder, “I can be the perfect boyfriend.” He promises and you tilt your head, “seriously?” You ask and he nods, “I want to be there. Meet your family. Even if I have to choke down dry turkey and throw it up later.” He says and you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, “thank you.” You press your lips to his and Max murmurs against them, “Vampy does Thanksgiving. Let’s do it.”
He really doesn’t want to do this shit, but you are amazing in bed and he does love you. That’s what love is, right? Doing shit you really don’t want to in order to make the other person happy? You don’t make him go to the Farmer’s Market on Saturdays or break out power tools for DIY projects, so he can do this for you. “Okay, so should we bring the sex swing or just the bondage straps?” He teases, holding them up as if he were actually going to pack them in his open suitcase. “I’ve already got that monster dildo you like, the purple tentacle one.”
You roll your eyes and giggle, “stop, you asshole. No sex toys or accessories otherwise you’re not even going to get a hand job the entire time we are away.” You warn him seriously and he immediately tosses the straps over his shoulder. You shake your head and watch him as he packs his shirts. “You don’t have to go. I can handle my family alone. Last year my parents went on a cruise and I stayed home. All they do is say how dangerous LA is and how I should be thinking about freezing my eggs.”
Max pretends to gag over going on a cruise. Too much sunlight for him. Although it’s a lot of skin on display to sneak a little snack from a drunken passenger. He considers it for a moment and then shakes his head. Sunscreen doesn’t taste good. “Don’t do that.” He huffs. “I like the way your eggs taste on the way out.” He waggles his brows at you as he neatly folds a cashmere sweater that perfectly matches your eyes. Look at him being positively domesticated. “I’m going babe. Just consider me your backup.”
“You’re so gross, Phillips.” You wrinkle your nose and giggle after a second, “I can’t believe you’re packing sweaters. Maybe we should ask if we can join them for the holidays.” You tease and his eyes widen, “don’t you dare.” You snort when he flashes his fangs at you. “Drinking cocoa, singing songs, I can see it.” You tease and he smirks as he looks at you, “your present can be my dick in a box.”
You laugh and he winks, knowing that he would absolutely do it. He’s always horny for you. “Don’t even think about bringing it up.” He warns you. “Or I’ll tell them that we’ve signed up for one of those swingers cruises you see advertised.” His eyes widen slightly, dancing with glee. “You think that’s what your parents went on last year?”
You wrinkle your nose, “I hope not. I don’t even want to think about that. No, it was definitely Royal Caribbean.” You say and Max smirks, “Swinger of the Seas?” He teases and you throw your sock at him. “Shut up, Phillips, you’ve got packing to do.” He mock salutes you, “yes ma’am. God, I love it when you order me around.” He says and you snort, knowing that this trip is going to be equally terrifying and hilarious.
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“Fuck, I hate flying.” Max whines as the two of you shuffle off the plane like cattle. He feels a little like it, cramped on a flying tube with the overwhelming body odor of people who had used perfume instead of soap. Normally he’s hungry when he gets out of a cramped space with humans, but his stomach rolls slightly and he hadn’t thought about eating the entire time. “That greasy fucker in front of us has got to lay off the cheeseburgers.” He huffs. “Eat a fucking salad every once in a while.”
You giggle at his grumpiness, knowing he hates when he can’t control everything and flying is one thing even Max Phillips can’t control. “Don’t worry baby, it’s gonna get worse. My dad is picking us up and you know he’s going to give you an interrogation but once it’s over, he will be sweet as pie.” You promise, having gone through this with your exes, “just tell him you’re interested in baseball and you’ll be in there.”
He wrinkles his nose, although he used to play ball in high school. It’s so boring now since he wouldn’t be able to use his strength and speed as a vampire. He thinks of something and smirks. “No problem.” He promises. “I’ve been studying how to win over parents. This should be a piece of cake.”
You chuckle, knowing he can be charming when he wants to be. “You? Studying? I wish I’d have seen that.” You tease as you roll your carry on through the airport until you see your dad waiting for you in the crowd.
“Oh god, he’s got a sign.” Max huffs, rolling his eyes before he plasters on the biggest grin he can manage without looking like a serial killer. Watching as your father calls your name and waves you over.
You are nervous anytime your parents meet a boyfriend and it’s even more so considering Max is a vampire. You walk over to your dad who hugs you, kissing your forehead, and you smile, “hi dad.” He grins as he pulls back and sees Max standing there, “you must be Max.”
He could be an ass right now, claiming that he’s not Max, but he doesn’t. The entire point of this trip is to keep your parents off your ass so he turns on the charm. “Good to meet you sir.” He extends his hand and shakes your fathers, although he lets him squeeze his hand more. “Your daughter has had nothing but good things to say about her family and I’ve been looking forward to this visit since she told me about it.”
Your dad nods, turning to look at you for a second, “we didn’t even know about you until two days ago. Chicken kept it real quiet that she had a fella.” Your dad says and you fluster when Max grins and turns his head towards you, “chicken?” You sigh and grab your carry on, “let’s head to the car, I’m sure mom needs help with dinner”. You say and Max stares at you as you walk, “it’s a nickname. When I was a toddler, I’d go out into the chicken coop and pretend I was a chicken.” You reluctantly tell Max, “and it stuck.”
Max throws his head back and laughs, immediately loving this trip already. “God I’m so glad I came.” He crows as you huff and turn to punch his arm. He chuckles and shoots you a feigned look of hurt. “Oww.” He isn’t hurt, you can’t hurt him, but he rubs his arm anyway just to be dramatic. “So do you get broody too?” He asks. “Maybe that’s why I feel henpecked all the time.”
You roll your eyes, “you’re such a prick.” You mutter low enough that you know he can hear you. He grins, acting like he’s suddenly excited to be here as you follow your dad to his car. “Come on, chick-” Your dad cuts himself off to say your name as you glare at your father. “Yeah, come on chicken.” Max says and you sigh, sliding into the backseat.
You sigh and roll your eyes, already exasperated with this trip and you are wondering if it was a mistake to bring him.
He climbs in beside you and reaches for your hand. Squeezing it and bringing it up to kiss because your father is watching in the rearview mirror. “Sorry babe.” He lies, knowing he’s going to give you so much shit. “You know how much I love teasing you.”
You know you need to melt to show your dad that you love this man and truly, you do. He’s just a pain in your ass. “Too much.” You retort playfully and lean in to nudge your nose against his. “I’ll forgive you…if you eat me out all night.” You whisper so only he can hear you.
Max growls quietly, cock twitching and he steals a quick kiss. “Of course I will, baby.” He coos, loud enough for your father to hear. “You’ll have your legs up-“ you slap your hand over his mouth and he grins under it before pulling his head back. “And I’ll give you the best foot massage of your life.” He continues, like that had been what he was going to say all along.
You glare at him until your dad speaks, “that’s right, man. Foot rubs. Been giving them to chicken’s mom since we started going steady. The secret to a happy marriage.” He says innocently and Max smirks, “you don’t say?” He looks at you as your dad navigates the airport parking garage and you shudder at the thought of your parents having foot massages.
Max chuckles under his breath, feeling your revulsion at the new information. “You’ve got to give me all your tips.” He encourages your father. “I want to be the best boyfriend I can be, and I’m sure that she’s just like her mother.” He grins at you as he delivers that line. “Want to keep her happy.”
Your dad rambles on to Max about baseball to pass the drive to their house and Max, bless his damned soul, tries to google the different teams so he’d have something to respond back with. “Are you using ChatGPT?” You whisper as you glance back at his phone. “It’s easier than Google.” Max whispers back and you sigh, wondering how you’re going to get through this trip.
Finally! The car pulls into the house and Max is ready to stop talking about sports he doesn’t watch. “Well this is nice.” He tells your father, smirking at you as he nods towards the chicken coop. “Is that where you are planning on sleeping?” He asks.
You roll your eyes, “that’s where you’ll be sleeping if you don’t stop making fun of me.” You demand and Max chuckles, “okay. Okay, chic- baby.” He grins when you glare at him and he helps you out of the car once you’ve come to a stop. “So my mom is a little crazy.” You confess, “she’s gonna ask you a million questions.”
“So you arrrre like your mother.” He jumps back when you swat at him again and grins. “Don’t worry, I can handle a little interrogation. As long as she doesn’t ask about our sex life, she shouldn’t be too shocked.” He tilts his head. “I wonder if she likes butt stuff too.”
“Oh my fucking God.” You mutter, shaking your head for what feels like the millionth time and you wonder if it’s too late to claim you’re sick and go back to LA. “Max, please.” You beg, “this is already so stressful. You have to hear my heart going a million beats a minute.” You plead softly as your dad opens the front door.
He wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you closer. While he’s a prick, he is not actually going to embarrass you like that. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be fiiiiiine.” He whispers before your mother comes barreling into view, crying out your name like she’s not seen you in years. “Oh my baby is home!” She hugs you despite Max having his arm around you and he thinks while dramatic, it’s touching that your parents love you so much. His own parents hadn’t really given a shit what he had done, as long as he didn’t bother them. It’s why he hadn’t contacted them since becoming a vampire.
You hug your mom, smiling at how excited she is to see you and you feel a flash of guilt for not coming back to see them enough. She pulls back to look at you, “you’ve changed your hair.” She observes and you wonder what her thoughts are. “I love it.” She says and you smile until her eyes drift over to Max. “Mom. This is Max Phillips. My boyfriend.” You introduce him and her eyes widen, “wow. You’re handsome. Not that I thought chicken wouldn’t find a handsome man but she’s always been a sucker for a geeky guy and her boyfriend in high school had really bad acne and oh - I’m rambling.” She giggles and you raise your eyebrows.
Max smiles and slips his arm from around you to take her shoulders. “That’s perfectly fine with me.” He tells her smoothly. “That just gives me an excuse to deal with the fact that I am going to have a gorgeous woman when she ages if she looks half as beautiful as you do.” He pulls her in for a hug. “I have brought you a little gift.” He hums when she squeaks and he shifts back to reach into his jacket pocket. “A thank you for inviting me into your home.” Before he could step over the threshold earlier, your father had welcomed him in, it makes it less awkward all round.
You raise your eyebrows at the gift and your mom giggles as she takes the box from his hands, “oh you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says and opens the box, “Chanel!” She gasps, eying the perfume and you are surprised at Max’s thoughtfulness. Your mom is surprised and she hugs Max. “Thank you, sweetie.”
“You are very welcome.” He winks at her and she gives a little giggle, delighted that he is charming. “He is nothing like you said.” She tells you and Max beams, sure that you had told them nothing but the truth when he was the bane of your existence.
You whisper, “suck up.” He playfully flashes his fangs at you when neither of your parents are looking and you nudge him as you walk further into the house. “I assume you’re sharing a bedroom.” Your mom says as she guides you towards the stairs, “your old room is a little messy. Your dad likes to do his work outs in there.” She says and you nod, “it’s fine, mom.”
Max bites his tongue but you know he wants to make a joke. Instead he grabs your bag from your hand. “Let me take it.” He coos. “You can visit with your mother. I’ll find my way.” He wants to be nosey and poke around your childhood bedroom and is up the stairs in a flash.
You sigh, knowing he’s going to be opening drawers and the closet until he finds something he can tease you about. “So honey, how was the flight?” She asks and you nod, “it wasn’t bad. LAX was a mess with how many people are heading home for Thanksgiving.” You huff as she starts to pour you a glass of wine. “I don’t like you living in such a big city. It scares me.” She says and you reach for her hand, “it’s okay, mom. I’m safe. Max keeps me safe.”
“Do you live together?” Max can hear the conversation as he peers into the rooms until he finds what is obviously yours. Grinning as he swings the door open wider and drops the bag onto the floor. “Jackpot.”
“Yes. We do.” You tell her and she sighs, “why didn’t you tell me or your dad? We didn’t even know you were dating anyone, let alone the man you called ‘spawn of the devil.’” You giggle at the memory of when you and Max hated each other and you would complain about him to your mom. “Well, there’s a fine line between love and hate. I just ended up falling in love with him instead.”
The mention of love seems to soften your mother and she sighs again, a small smile on her face as she watches you. You do love him, that’s obvious. “Is he good to you?” She asks seriously. “Listens to you?”
You chuckle, “sometimes. He can be stubborn. No, he’s - he’s good.” You promise her, “he treats me well. Spoils me, really.” You confess, “and he can be sarcastic as hell but he’s sweet when he wants to be.” You smirk as you take a sip of wine, “and you know I can give as good as I get.”
“Oh I know you can.” Your mother huffs and shakes her head. “You’ve always been strong willed, stubborn in your own way.” She’s proud of you for that, even if she worries. “So we will get to know your boyfriend and celebrate the holidays.” She tilts her head. “Is his own family disappointed he came with you?”
“No. He doesn’t really get along with them. That’s why he was nervous to come here.” You say despite not knowing entirely if that is true but you like to think you know Max pretty well by now. “Plus Max wanted to experience a good Thanksgiving. His parents fought a lot when he was growing up.” Now that is true. He told you so one night after he fucked you boneless.
“Poor thing.” Your mother’s expression softens even more, heart wrenching for what young Max must have grown up with. She tried very hard not to fight with your father around you. She didn’t want you to think that’s what normal relationships were like. Wanting better for you. “We will make sure that he has the best Thanksgiving possible.” She vows.
“Go find him. I’m gonna get a start on dinner. Take a glass for Max too.” She says as she pours a glass and refills yours. You take them upstairs to your room, wondering what Max has found during his time alone.
Max is deep in your closet, going through a shoe box and chuckling at the love letter he is reading. “What a fucking dork.” He snorts as he skims over declarations of undying love and promises to marry you. “This guy wanted to get laid baaaaaaad.” He huffs. “I mean, I understand, she’s got a fantastic pussy.”
You walk upstairs with the glasses of wine to find Max sitting on your bedroom floor with the shoe box you had hidden when you were sixteen in front of him. “Oh my God. Phillips, what are you doing?” You cry, setting the wine glasses down and some splashes on your hand as you rush to grab the letter from his hands.
“Hey I was reading those!” He protests, pouting as you rip away his reading material. “Come on…” he climbs to his feet and twirls around. “Baby, you’re the only one for me. I feel like I’m going to explode.” He recants in a mocking tone. “He was gonna explode alright, in his pants.”
You screw up the letter, “Jack was sweet. He took me to Homecoming.” Max smirks, “oh I bet he hoped he was cum-” You cut him off by tossing the paper at his head, “you’re such a dick. Just because you were probably a cocky jerk in high school who probably pumped and dumped every poor teenage girl who batted her eyelashes at you. You’re such an asshole.” You huff, crossing your arms.
He frowns, realizing that you aren’t amused, you’re upset. He moves towards you and reaches for you but you jerk away. “I’m only teasing.” He promises. “I was- hell, I’m jealous.” He admits. “I bet you were popular and had all the guys sweating. You would have never looked twice at me, I was an asshole.”
You snort, “oh I’m sure you were.” You say but you see his pout so you step closer, “baby. I’m yours now. This is from when I was seventeen. A long time ago. I’m all yours and I think you are hot as hell.”
“I won’t read your love letters from high school anymore.” He promises with a huff, but he’s wrapping his arms around you and dragging you closer. “But I saw some formal gowns in the closet.” He hums. “Might have to play homecoming Queen gets fucked.” He waggles his brows.
You giggle, “I don’t even think I can fit in them anymore. I was a late bloomer.” You confess and his hands slide down to squeeze your ass, “mmm and what a bloom, baby.” You snort and slap his chest before you caress it, “are you okay? I know this is a lot to handle for a man who is allergic to sunlight, garlic, and commitment.”
He stares at you for a moment, touched that you go from being upset to concerned about him. His cold heart bumps for half a beat and he grins. “I’m good, baby.” He promises, serious for a moment. “But I’d be even better if we christened your bed.” He hums. “Did you ever fuck any of your boyfriends here?” He asks, leaning in and pressing his lips to your throat.
“I didn’t lose my virginity until senior year and it was at his house in his basement. All thirty seconds of bliss.” You snort, “so you’d be the first one to fuck me here.” You smirk, tilting your head back a little more for him.
“Oh I like that idea.” He groans against your skin. “Thirty seconds, huh?” He snorts and makes sure his fangs aren’t poking out as he drags his teeth over your pulse. “I can give you more than that.” He boasts. “Tell me the poor bastard made you cum somehow?”
You giggle, “you know the answer to that Phillips.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and drag his face away from your neck. “No biting, Maxwell.” You order and he huffs, walking you backwards towards your bed. “He didn’t make me cum.” You reveal as you lean back on your pillow.
Max snorts and shakes his head. “Fucking shame.” He tells you. “It’s so fucking easy to make you cum.” He brags. “Want me to show you? I think I can get it done in less than three minutes. Wanna time me?”
You know you shouldn't do this in your bedroom with your parents downstairs but he always has this way of making you throw caution to the wind. Perhaps that's the benefit to being immortal. You whimper when his hands slide along your thighs until he reaches the button of your jeans. "Please, baby." You whimper, lifting your hips for him.
“That’s right.” He smirks but it’s more of a proud look than a cocky one. “You know I’ll make you feel good. Always make you cum.” He drags the jeans down your thighs and starts to growl slightly at the aroma of your arousal. “Already getting wet.”
You roll your eyes at his smirk and you lift your foot to press against the growing bulge in his jeans. "Mmm looks like I am not the only one excited." You tease and he chuckles before he rips your panties from your body. "Max. I only have so many pairs with me." You huff but your protest dies when he pushes your thighs apart and wastes no time diving into your pussy.
He doesn’t have to breathe, and even if he did, he wouldn’t want to. Tasting you, devouring your pussy, is honestly one of his favorite things to do. Some might be surprised, since they wouldn’t expect Max to give pleasure but he loves it. Making you moan and squeal his name, working you up into a frenzy and need that only he can satisfy, it’s beautiful.
You whimper, trying to not be loud with your parents downstairs, and you immediately tangle your fingers in his hair. He groans and you lift your hips so he can push his tongue deeper into your pussy.
Max groans as he works his tongue deeper, his nose pressed against your clit. He loves the breathy little sigh you give when his tongue reaches deep and presses against that spot inside you. He holds your thighs and urges you to put your legs on his shoulders as he devours you.
You have had many complaints about Max, especially when you were sworn enemies, but one thing you have never been able to complain about is his oral skills. You lift your legs up onto his shoulders, your heels digging into the strong muscles of his back, and you whimper, “Max, baby. Feels so good.” You reach back to grip your pillow, “always so good. Best - best way you use that mouth.” You giggle and squeal when he shifts to playfully nip your clit.
He chuckles before he dives back in, his devilish glinting eyes fixed on you as you rock your hips greedily. It’s how he knows you are getting close to cumming. He doubles down, using his abilities as a vampire to make his tongue flick faster inside you, eager to see you fall apart.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, baby. Yessss.” You hiss, pulling on his hair as your thighs squeeze his head. You fall apart on his tongue in your childhood bed with a silent cry as you try to control yourself despite the intense pleasure zipping through you.
Max snarls possessively as he watches you fall apart. Hating how you mute your sounds but he knows why. You don’t want your parents to know what you are doing up here. “Fuck.” He grins happily as he pulls back.
Your legs are still shaking as he looks at you, smug with his chin shiny and eyes full of mischief. “You’re still an asshole.” You declare breathlessly despite him waggling his eyebrows at you. He chuckles and you huff, watching him shift onto his haunches, cock hard in his pants. “I did suck a few cocks in here when I was a teenager.” You confess, shifting onto your knees to rub his bulge and he groans, already working on the button of his jeans when your dad shouts your name up the stairs. “Shit.” You hiss, scrambling for your jeans.
“Oops.” He chuckles as he reaches down to adjust himself inside his jeans before buttoning back up. “Caught.” He moves over to the door as you rush to find another pair of panties. “We’re coming!” He calls back down and winks at you. “Just freshening up.”
You are mortified but also turned on at the thought of getting caught. You scramble to pull your jeans on and you walk over to Max who is now standing up, “I’ll make it up to you later, baby.” You promise, leaning in to kiss him softly.
He snorts, but he knows you will. You never like to be uneven in the score, like he actually keeps up with that. You have to be a real asshole to try to tally sexual favors. “Let’s go see what dad wants, chicken.”
You shove him playfully before you grab his shirt and pull him close, pressing a devastating kiss to his lips. A tease of what’s to come. You wink and open the door to your room, “let’s go, Dracula.” You joke and make your way downstairs to see what your parents want.
“You did tell them that I’m allergic to garlic, didn’t you?” He huffs, rolling his eyes when you turn your head and smirk at him. “Seriously.”
"No, because you're not going to eat anything anyway." You remind him, "and besides, my mom doesn't like to season anything. Salt and pepper are your best friends in this house." You promise and take his hand as you walk into the kitchen.
Max snorts and shakes his head. Just salt and pepper? He might not be able to eat food like he once did, but he prefers his human meals to have some flavor. He squeezes your hand and puts on a bright smile as he leans over and whispers in your ear, “does my face smell like your pussy?”
You lean in to sniff his face and your jaw drops, “oh my God, it does.” You confess and he smirks, “good.” He licks his lips and you are mortified as you enter the kitchen to your parents cooking dinner. “Nothing fancy tonight since the big meal will be tomorrow. I am going to make the pies tonight, honey, if you want to help.” Your mom says and Max slides his hand down to squeeze your ass, “what pies are we having? I’m partial to any cream pie.” You want to roll your eyes but you poke his side, “pumpkin and pecan. You pervert.” You murmur the last part as your dad checks the oven.
“So are chicken’s brothers coming?” Max asks as he looks around the table and only sees four places set. “She talks about how annoying they are and I want to see if I measure up.” He jokes and your dad snorts in amusement. He can already tell that Max is a man who enjoys pressing a nerve and somehow that works for his baby girl.
“They will be here tomorrow.” Your mom says, smiling at the idea of all of her kids together and your dad sets the chicken down on the counter. “Baby, isn’t this cannibalism?” Max gestures to the meat and you huff, “seriously. One is funny, twice is a bore, babe.” You raise your eyebrows at him and he snorts, leaning in to kiss your cheek. Your dad chuckles and starts to plate up the dinner. “Go take a seat.” Your mom orders and you and Max sit down at the kitchen table. The bigger table is all laid out for dinner tomorrow.
“This looks delicious.” Max lies, knowing that he will only be able to stomach a little human food before he is having to go throw it up. He can’t digest it anymore. Blood is the only thing that will go through his system, everything else tastes like ash in his mouth. You reach for his hand under the table and squeeze it gently, understanding. “If I bolt from the table, please forgive me.” He tells your mother. “No gallbladder and IBS can be a bitch sometimes.”
Your mom nods, “oh I understand, dear. I have IBS too.” She sympathizes and you squeeze his hand again, knowing he’s doing a lot for you right now. Max excuses himself after twenty minutes and your mom smiles as she finishes eating, “I like him. He acts like a comedian but I think he’s got a good heart.” She says and your expression softens, “yeah. He can be an asshole sometimes but he’s good overall. I really love him, mom.” You tell her and your dad nods, seeing the look in your eyes.
Your father clears his throat, a little emotional at the love that he sees. His little girl is grown and in love. “Do I need to offer him your grandmother’s ring?” He asks softly. Your grandmother had left her wedding set to you for when you got married, it’s a stunning set and it’s been kept safe for its intended purpose.
You look down at the table, “I’m not sure if Max is the marrying type. We haven’t really talked about it. It’s - I don’t care if I marry him, I just want to spend the rest of my life with him.” You confess, knowing that Max and you have never spoken about marriage and you doubt he would want it since forever really is a long time to him.
He can hear everything and he hears the hesitation in your voice. Making him frown as he washes his hands and stares at the reflection that masks the monster that he is on the inside. You’ve seen that face once before, but you didn’t pull away. Now he hears that you want to spend the rest of your life with him? How the hell is he supposed to deal with that? He waits another moment and flushes the toilet, the dinner purged from his stomach and he knows he’s going to have to drink someone tonight. Just a little sip or five to make it through the weekend. “Wow.” He grimaces, coming back into the kitchen. “Sorry about that. I thought I would have had more time.” He sits back down beside you and kisses your cheek. “What did I miss?”
You offer him a small smile, wondering where your future with Max is going. He’s immortal and you’re not. You’ll grow old and then what? He will let you die or maybe he will move on before you’re gray and wrinkly. You sigh and pick up your fork, “we were just talking about the plan for tomorrow.” You lie, knowing he heard the conversation and you’re not sure you want to know his thoughts on it.
“Ohhhhhhh.” He nods and looks around the table. “Now. Are you a lunchtime Thanksgiving family or a dinner Thanksgiving family?” He asks, curious about your traditions. “Gotta know if I need to sneak a snack or not.” He jokes.
You chuckle at his idea of a snack and your mom answers, “lunchtime Thanksgiving. The boys like to watch football and us girls go off to prepare for the holidays.” She grins at the thought of getting the declarations out the next day and Max nods, “more of a baseball guy but hey, I like football.” He says and your dad nods in agreement, “then we take a nap and have leftovers before bedtime.”
Max shoots you a smirk. “I like naps.” He admits, although he’s not sleeping like everyone else would be. It would be an excuse to fuck you. “Very stimulating for the body.”
You nudge him under the table and he winks at you when your parents are distracted. Your dad gets up to clear the plates but Max stands, helping him, and that gets you an approving look from your mom. “I like him.” She mouths and you smile, knowing Max can be likeable when he wants to be.
Max shoos your father away in the kitchen, wanting to make a good impression. “Visit with your daughter, I’ve had plenty of experience washing dishes.” He admits. “It was my job in high school so I could save for college.”
You raise your eyebrows at that but you know Max did not become a vampire until after college when he was recruited by the company you both work for and eventually changed years later. Your parents ask you about Los Angeles, curious about if what they see on the news reflects reality and you giggle telling them that the news likes to paint the worst picture of big cities that you feel perfectly safe, especially with Max by your side.
“Max, are you willing to defend my daughter?” Your father asks, concerned that he might look fit, but not be a fighter. Max turns, his jaw tight but it’s not from insult, it’s from fury at the mere idea someone would touch you. “I would rip their heart out with my bare hands and watch them bleed out.” He vows, completely serious. They would be his next meal if they attacked you.
You know he's completely serious and that makes your pussy clench around nothing at the mere idea of him killing for you. Your parents look on in admiration, your dad is impressed by his response even if he thinks Max is exaggerating. "Good idea." Your dad grins and Max winks at you, "told you they would like me."
You giggle and Max watches as your parents exchange approving glances. Good. He needs them to like him while he’s here. He knows that no matter how much they might annoy you at times, you love your family and that means playing nice. He turns back to his chore and his fangs pop out, needing to stretch them a bit.
You watch his back muscles as he washes the dishes and you ask your parents about your extended family, and they catch you up. You nod, listening with interest as your mom talks about her best friend and her son who graduated the same grade as you.
Max frowns slightly, hearing the wistfulness in your mother’s voice. It’s obvious that she was interested in hooking you up with the son, but that’s too bad because he is here. “Are they coming to Thanksgiving?” He asks, still washing the last pan.
Your mom nods, "yeah. Ever since she lost Terry, she has come to Thanksgiving and Chad is single. He broke up with Sarah." Your mom says and you hum, nodding, "poor guy."
Max rolls his eyes but he has a smile on his face as he turns back to the table, wiping his hands on a dishrag. “Maybe you could give him the name of your friend you wanted to meet up with.” He suggests innocently.
"Oh yeah. Jessica would be perfect." You agree, "and she's single. She wants to get married, have kids." You tell your mom, "I will tell Chad about her when I see him." You say and your mom nods, "yeah. Sure honey."
He smirks slightly, knowing that they had anticipated setting you and he had thrown a monkey wrench in that plan. “Always willing to help.” He tells your mom.
“You guys must be exhausted from your flight. Why don’t you get to bed early?” Your dad suggests and Max’s smirk widens at the thought of being in your childhood bed with you. You nod, yawning despite not being truly tired and you thank your parents for dinner. “We will be up bright and early for food prep.” She reminds you and you nod, “I know, mom. I’m exhausted. Night.” You say to your parents, taking Max’s hands.
“Good night.” Max practically purrs the words but your parents don’t seem to notice it. Eager to get upstairs with you and continue where you left off. He is deserving of a blow job. “So you wanna do it before or after I have my little sip?” He asks as you guide him upstairs, reaching over to smack your ass when you are a step ahead of him.
“After.” You say, knowing you prefer him to drink from you when he’s inside you. It’s euphoric. “When you’re inside me.” You clarify as you close your bedroom door and lock it, wanting to be sure your parents won’t walk in.
“I like the way you think.” As soon as the door is locked, his fangs spring out and he smirks at you. “You know they wanted you to come to Thanksgiving to hook you up with mommy’s boy best friend.” That's not exactly the relationship but he doesn’t care. “Too bad they are going to be hearing you scream my name and not Chad.” He makes a face at the name. “Even I’m not enough of a douche to be named Chad.”
You giggle, “he’s a sweet guy. We grew up together. Went to high school together. We, uh, did date during high school but it never went anywhere. I think my mom still imagines us together so her best friend can be my mother in law.” You say as you pull your sweater over your head.
Max pouts instantly. “You didn’t give him a blowjob, did you?” Hating the idea of sucking this guy off and him sitting at the table with Max knowing what you look like on your knees. It’s possessive and jealous and honestly a little surprising for him, he’s normally never jealous.
“Baby, it was only a hand job.” You promise, “and we never had sex. It was before I lost my virginity.” You are surprised at the pout on his lips as you strip down until you are naked for him, still wet from his mouth earlier. “I do want to suck your cock though.” You coo, shifting to kneel in front of him, working on undoing his jeans so you can pull his hardening cock out. You lean forward and press kisses along the vein that protrudes until you suck on the tip, feeling him harden in your mouth.
“Fuck….” Max groans your name as he watches you. “You have the best mouth.” He praises, “even better pussy.”
You smirk as you pull off his cock, spitting into your hand so you can strike his length. “He never got to have that.” You promise before you take him back into your mouth, humming around him and you squeeze your tit with your free hand as you start to bob your head.
Max curses and reaches down to stroke your cheek, rocking his hips slightly. He loves that you have no qualms about choking on his cock and won’t give up. “Then let me have that.” He growls, twitching in your mouth.
You pull off his cock, pouting, “you don’t want to cum down my throat first?” You ask, confused at his lack of enthusiasm for a blow job. Max shakes his head, “I’m thirsty and I want to fuck you while I feed.” He says and you nod, standing up on shaky knees to make your way to the bed.
Max is out of his own clothes in seconds, eager to fuck you. To bury his fangs in your neck and drink your blood with his cock buried in your pussy. He smirks as he watches you spread your legs. “May I come in?” He jokes, teasing you about needing permission to cross the threshold.
You snort and roll your eyes, “just fuck me, Phillips.” You demand, “you’re such a weirdo.” You tease and he kneels on the bed, “you love it.” Offering a nod, you smile softly, “I do. I really do. Come here, baby. Want you inside me.”
He doesn’t smirk like he normally would, but he’s immediately nodding and jumping on the bed. Grinning when he hears it squeak. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” He chuckles.
“Oh God.” You groan in preemptive embarrassment but that soon transitions to a moan as he starts to push into you. He’s so thick that he takes your breath away. “Max.” You whimper, sliding your hands up his stomach.
“That’s right baby.” He groans. “You know who’s fucking you.” He braces his weight on his arms but soon enough he will be wrapped around you. He rolls his hips until he’s buried to the hilt and then grinds a little deeper, loving how you whine.
You lift your hips higher, letting him sink deeper into you, and you gasp at how deep he pushes. He’s pressing against your cervix. “Please, baby. Want you to take what you want.” You plead softly, leaning in to kiss his chin while you squeeze his shoulders.
You know how to rile him up. His teeth snap together, not ready to bite you just yet and he pulls his hips back to start pounding into you. Making the bed shake and groan, the headboard beating up against the wall of your childhood bedroom. “Fuck.”
“Ma-Max. The headboard. St- oh my God.” You choke when he continues to fuck you and you are mortified. “Put a pillow behind it. Shit. I can’t cum when you - oh shit.” You hiss when he continues to fuck you, pushing you higher up the bed until you can grip the bars of your headboard.
“Hold onto it.” He growls, his hips never stuttering as he pistons them, pushing in and out of you. “You are gonna cum for me. You know it.” He is smug, feeling your walls already trembling around him. Maybe it’s the thrill of being found out by your parents but you like this, fucking in your childhood bed.
You hate that he’s right. You are going to cum for him. You are going to fall apart on his cock. “Ma-Maxxxxx.” You squeal, clamping down on his cock with a noise you can’t conceal.
That’s when he sinks his fangs into your throat. Right when the pleasure is coursing through your body and making your blood taste like candy. Groaning and twitching in pleasure as he fucks you through your orgasm and drinks your blood.
You gasp, your orgasm always prolonged when he drinks from you and you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close as he drinks from you. “Oh fuck.” You finally croak, thighs shaking around his hips.
He has to be careful not to drink too much, always wanting to gorge himself on your blood, but he can’t. Not without making you a vampire and you haven’t asked him to. Normally that wouldn’t bother him, because he does what he wants, but it’s different with you. Why, he doesn’t know, but it is. He retracts his fangs and licks at your wound, knowing it will be healed by morning and grunts as he presses his lips to yours. Eager to find his own satisfaction now.
You watch him, blood dripping down his chin, and you do something you’ve never done before. You lean in to lick it from his skin. The taste is metallic and not something you’d enjoy but the way his cock twitches inside you has you smirking so you repeat the action and that’s when he’s gone. His cock throbs violently as he pushes deep inside you, painting your walls with rope after rope of his cum.
Max groans your name, burying his face against your neck and practically whining as he rides out his orgasm. Loving how good you make him feel as he fills you with his lifeless seed. A flash of disappointment rockets through him. Disappointment that it wouldn’t take and become a point of satisfaction that he had knocked you up at your parents house. Not that he had ever wanted kids, even when he could have possibly had one.
You caress his back, trying to catch your breath, and you hum in satisfaction, “so good, baby.” You murmur, practically melting into the bed beneath him as you keep your legs around his hips to keep him close.
His recovery period is quick so he is ready to go again, but he doesn’t move. Enjoying the closeness and the way you idly stroke his back. “Think your parents heard us?” He asks, chuckling slightly.
You groan softly in embarrassment, “oh God. They probably did.” You bury your face in his neck as your cheeks burn. “The headboard. Shit. You love winding people up.” You giggle, kissing him softly.
He smirks as he pulls back to look at you. “Bet your dad isn’t gonna want to have sex tonight.” He predicts. “Listening to his baby girl getting drilled.”
You groan again, “oh my God. I don’t know how I’m gonna go downstairs for breakfast.” You confess and he chuckles, “well, you’ve already made a noise. Might as well enjoy ourselves.” He says as he rocks his hips and you whimper at the sensation. “You’re such a dick.”
He chuckles, knowing that you know he’s thinking something crude. Instead of saying it, he rocks his hips again and pulls another moan out of your mouth. “There’s the sounds I like.” He teases in your ear. “Sounds so good baby.”
You huff, "let me ride you. Maybe you'll be the one moaning." You demand, tapping on his side and he grunts, reluctantly pulling out of you so he can shuffle to his knees. You follow suit, watching him lean back against your headboard, cock in his hand, and you waste no time straddling him.
“Oh fuck.” He loves when you ride, even if it’s not often. You prefer to be a pillow princess and he doesn’t mind that. Your tits bouncing in his face is always a good day. You sink down on his cock and he groans your name again.
You smirk as his eyes flutter shut and you start to rock on top of him. “Not so cocky now, Phillips?” You tease, grabbing your headboard so you can start riding him. “You always feel so big like this.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss along his jaw until you bite down on his earlobe. “Best cock I’ve ever had,”
He groans, knowing you aren’t playing fair but he loves when you praise him. Loves it. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you down. “So ride me.” He pants out. “Gallop on your stud until you squeal again.” He slaps your ass and smirks when you gasp out.
You roll your eyes at his words until you decide to see how you can wreck him. He’s made you moan and now it’s your turn. You grip the headboard and shift onto your knees, rocking back hard onto his hard cock. He chokes and you smirk, repeating the action as the sound of skin slapping fills the room.
He loves watching you bounce on his cock. You ride him like a fucking champ and always tighten and grind down in a way that makes his fangs pop out and his toes curl. “Fuck.” He groans. “Ride my dick. We should film this, make a fucking movie of you bouncing on my cock.” He slides his hands up to palm your tits.
“Yeah? You wanna be able to watch it back together? See how good I take your cock?” You murmur in his ear, bouncing on his dick like you’re made for it. “Feel so good, baby. Always so good. No one has ever stretched me out like you do.”
He growls proudly. His hips rocking up to match your thrusts, but he’s not trying to take over. Enjoying you so much that a loud moan pours out of his mouth.
You giggle at his moan, wanting to hear it again so you repeat the motion, grinning when he moans loudly once more. "Now look who's making a noise." You tease, "the big bad vamp is moaning for me." You lean in to bite down on his lower lip, tugging on it.
He grunts and wants to take over, but he just squeezes your tits harder. Eyes slightly yellowing as his fangs pop out again. Taking on a more chiseled look as he slowly morphs into the monster visage he normally hides away. “Just hope your dad doesn’t break down the door.” He growls.
You giggle, loving how you are pulling him apart with your pussy. You aren't scared of his true visage, you love how he only transforms when he is lost in the feeling of blood and lust. "That's it, baby." You coo, grabbing his hair to tilt his head back so you can lean in to kiss along his neck, playfully biting down on the spot where his pulse would be.
He growls again, cock twitching deep inside you and he has to force himself not to squeeze you too tight. Close to losing control and he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Cock tease.” His voice is guttural, raspy.
You smirk against his neck, lo in the control you have over him right now. “Want you to cum for me. Fill me up until it’s dripping out of me.” You demand, grinding down on each rock of your hips and you moan at the way his pelvis rubs your clit with each move.
Max loves when you talk dirty. Loves how you get into it. He is careful to keep his sharper nails away from your skin so he doesn’t cut you, but he rocks his hips up faster, chasing that bliss and hoping you follow.
“Yesss. That’s it, honey.” You hiss when he thrusts up into you, rubbing your clit a little harder and that’s when you fall apart. “Oh fuck.” You choke into his collarbone as you shake, trying to work your hips to push him over the edge.
Max takes over as soon as you start to shake, thrusting up into you harshly and loving how you soak him. “Fuck yes, yes.” He groans out, pushing deep and giving into the need to flood your pussy with his seed again.
His groan is louder than your moans so you slap your palm over his mouth, his fangs digging into your flesh but you don’t care as you muffle his noise while he fills you up with his cum. He twitches inside you, eyes squeezed shut and you rock your hips to help work him through it
He tastes your blood again and it makes him lap at your palm, greedy for the taste of you and another sip of your blood. Completely wrecked in your childhood bed and not even ashamed of who could have heard him.
He looks like you’ve torn him apart. Something you’ve never seen before. You smirk and lean in to softly kiss him, “you doing okay, baby?” You coo, caressing his cheek now that your palm has stopped bleeding. You grin as he nods, looking a little dazed. “Mmm, good.” You coo, leaning in to kiss along his neck. “So good for me.”
Max is not subby, but he’s almost whining as you coo at him, your lips on his skin. “Fuck you.” He huffs, but there’s nothing but bluster and honestly need in his tone as his cock twitches inside you.
You giggle, shifting off his cock and you feel his cum leaking from you as you lay down on the bed beside him, “the pillow princess can ride.” You say smugly, “not so big bad vamp now, huh?”
Max snorts and rolls his eyes as he shifts down on the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He reaches out to pull you into his side. “I’m still your big, bad vamp.”
Your hand rubs his chest as you curl around him, knowing you would feel his heart beneath your palm but it’s absent. “You are.” You murmur, leaning in to kiss his neck, “and you did good today. Tomorrow…it’s gonna be crazy. If you find it too much, just tell everyone you get migraines and need to lay down in a dark room.” You offer, knowing Thanksgiving can be a lot .
“Babe….” He is pouting slightly, insulted that you think he can’t do this. “The only thing I’m going to think is too much is if they use sage on the turkey.” He grimaces. “That shit smells nasty.”
You tilt your head to look at him, pausing for a moment, “fair. It does.” You smirk and lean in to kiss his chin. “Now, since we have made enough noise to scar my parents for life, what do you say to fucking me from behind?” You ask, sliding your hand down to squeeze his still hard cock. He chuckles, flipping you over onto your knees in a move that makes you dizzy. “I’d say go big or go home.” He teases and you moan when he pushes back into you.
****
He only fucked you once more before letting you sleep. Coming down the next day and finding your mother unable to look him in the eyes and your father just completely absent. Apparently he had been tinkering on something in the garage that was very important. Now the food prep is done and the doorbell is ringing, making Max smirk slightly as he walks towards the door. “I’ll get it!” He calls out.
You have another sip of wine, knowing that even having the parade on TV for your mom - her favorite thing - didn’t help dispel the awkwardness that the morning brought after Max fucked your brains out but you must admit you found it amusing when your mom whispered “good for you honey. He’s a goer.” She says and you fluster, “yeah. He’s, uh, a pleaser.” She smirks, “so was your dad.” She confesses and that makes you wrinkle your nose. “Too much info, mom.” You confess and she giggles as she continues preparing the food. You wonder why Max is so eager to answer the door and you get your answer when your mom’s best friend walks in, followed by Chad.
“Look who joined the party!” Max is greeting them like lifelong friends and Chad is thoroughly confused. That only makes Max grin as he throws his arm around the boy toy’s shoulders. “Heard a lot about you, buddy.” He tells him. “Feels like I’ve known you forever.”
Chad is confused but lets Max guide him into the living room where your parents are waiting. Your brothers will be coming soon so you worry that Max will put on too much of a show. "I, uh, I haven't heard about you." He confesses, his eyes meeting yours and you smile, "hi Chad. How have you been?" You ask and he steps away from Max so he can hug you. You look over at your boyfriend who is smiling but he looks like he could break his own jaw. "Good. Good. God, you look - wow. Amazing." He chuckles nervously as he drags his eyes along your form.
Max smells the hunger on Chad and it makes him frown darkly for a split second before he morphs his face into a jovial grin. “Doesn’t she?” Max asks as he slips between them and wraps his arm around your waist. “Blowing her back out regularly is exactly what the doctor ordered.”
Your eyes widen and you murmur “oh my God” under your breath and Chad chuckles awkwardly. Your mom gasps and her best friend chokes. Everyone reacts like it’s a sitcom and you know Max finds this hilarious. “Uh, that’s, uh, good for you, I guess.” He says and Max leans in to kiss your cheek, “oh it is, pal.” You pat Max’s chest, “yeah, well, I think we all need a drink now.” You say, stepping away from the men to take your mom and her friend into the kitchen for a drink.
Max watches as Chad awkwardly turns away from you and feels like he’s proven his point. Smirking slightly, he walks over to the couch and plops down. “So Chad, how’s things going? Work, love.” He waggles his brows.
Chad sits down in the armchair - your dad’s armchair - and sighs, “uh, I, um, I’m a police officer so work is work. The ladies apparently don’t love a man in uniform.” He says bitterly, tapping his fingers on his knee, “so you one of those L.A types? All hair gel and no dick?” He smirks at his own joke.
Max’s eyes flash in amusement, recognizing the snark and insult in his comment. It’s good for an amateur. “Definitely not.” He snorts and shrugs slightly. “Bite is worse than my bark and my dick is bigger than my ego.” He boasts.
The other man raises his eyebrows, "I find that hard to believe." He says your name, "I have known her a long time. Just want to look out for her. She deserves a good life...a good partner." He says pointedly, "and I know her parents wish she'd come home...settle down...have kids." Chad tilts his head as he takes in Max's Gucci shoes.
Your parents really don’t know you. “She’s focusing on her career right now.” He tells Chad, although there’s a stinging barb about kids considering he can never give you any. “I’m the exact partner she wants. And needs.”
Chad snorts softly, “sure thing.” He says despite thinking that he’d be what you want and need. “For now until she wants the best.” He adds and Max chuckles, “that’s why she screams my name when she’s cumming, pal.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence where Chad doesn’t know what to say, but Max is always good about filling in those gaps. “I could always provide an example.” Max offers with a grin when it looks like Chad doesn’t believe him. “I’m sure that her mother will tell you all about last night if you ask her.” Right now, Max would just fuck you in front of Chad to prove his point.
Chad snorts, trying to conceal his jealousy. He always thought you’d go off and do your L.A thing before coming home to marry him. He’s always been in love with you. “You fucked her mom?” He scoffs, trying to be funny but it comes off as defensive and childish.
Max huffs out a dry chuckle but he doesn’t bother to respond. It’s obvious that Chad has built up some grand scheme in his head for your life and that’s not going to happen. “So what’s a police officer’s pay nowadays?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Can’t be much, definitely not enough.”
Chad taps his fingers on his thigh after clenching his fist. “It’s, uh, it’s enough for a good life here. Maybe not enough for L.A living but it’s a good life here.” He defends himself, “unless she likes designer stuff which I don’t think she wants or needs.”
Max lifts a brow, amused by the idea that he would have any say in what you wanted or needed. “Hate to break it to you, pal, but she likes designer purses.” You actually love them, saving up and purchasing them as a splurge. You keep them pristine and take care of them so they last.
Chad scoffs, “waste of money. She should be using that money to save for her kids.” He says and Max chuckles, “listen, you think whatever you want about her wants and needs but she’s taken, buddy. She’s with me and not you. Today we are here with her family and tomorrow, we are heading back to L.A to our place that we live in. Together.” Max says with a glare and Chad bristles but before he can retort, you walk in with a beer for Max. “Hey baby.” You coo, leaning in to kiss his lips since you know he’s been left alone with Chad for far too long.
“Hey sweetheart.” Max snags your waist and drags you down into his lap. It’s petty, but oh so satisfying to see Chad slide his eyes away uneasily as Max drags his hand up your thigh. “Was thinking we might go shopping tomorrow. Don’t they have a sale on that purse you want?” He asks innocently.
You raise your eyebrows at Max, “uh, yeah. End of season sale. It’s discounted.” You say and you are confused when you look over to find Chad looking away from you. “Get it. On my card.” Max demands and you focus back on your boyfriend, realising he’s showing off in front of Chad. It makes you smirk and you lean in to kiss him, “thank you, baby.” You murmur before pressing your lips to his.
“Of course.” He winks at you. “Have to spoil my pillow princess in and out of the bed.” He coos, squeezing your thigh. He hears Chad choke out a cough, make a mumbled excuse and shoot up out of his chair to find his mother.
You watch him go and slap Max’s chest playfully, “what the hell did you say to him?” You ask with a gasp and Max smirks, “just made sure he knew he was never gonna have a chance with my girl.” He says and you snort with a grin, “you’re so bad but I love it.” You promise, leaning in to kiss him again.
“He deserved it.” He snorts, smirking against your lips. “If you really love it, you can let me take you upstairs to scream my name before we carve the turkey.”
You shake your head, “no can do, honey. I gotta go help my mom and my brothers will be here any second.” You remind him, “and my dad is still hiding in the garage after last night.” You caress his cheek, “later though.” You promise, wiggling in his lap just as the front door opens.
Max growls right as your father freezes in the door and it’s awkward for a moment as you climb off Max’s lap. Then your father clears his throat. “Uh, Max, come out to the garage and give me a hand.” He tells your boyfriend, making him nod and stand after you get up.
You watch him go, worrying what your father is going to say to him but you’re a grown woman and he has to handle that you are having sex with your boyfriend like an adult. You sigh and make your way into the kitchen where Chad is pouting against the counter. You ignore him to help your mom with the pies.
Outside, your dad is leading Max towards the garage and he can sense the older man is nervous. He wonders why he’s nervous and what he wants help with. Only to find that there’s nothing out when they reach the garage and your father turns towards Max. “Wanted to talk to you man to man.” He tells Max, shrugging. “Want a beer?” Despite the fact that Max had left a beer inside, he nods. “Appreciate it.” He says and watches as the other man walks over to the fridge. Once the beer is in his hand, your father starts in. “How serious are you about my daughter?” He asks, his face blank and it takes Max by surprise. “I-“ he considers just saying something smart to irritate but he sees the worry in the older man’s eyes. You are his daughter, his legacy. He can understand why he would ask. “I love your daughter with my cold, dead heart.” He tells him seriously. “I would spend eternity with her if she wanted.”
Your father nods, seeing the sincerity and seriousness in his eyes and he knows Max means it. Your dad sensed that he’s a joker but right now, he is serious as they come. He smiles and reaches out to pat Max on the shoulder, “that’s all I want. You’re a good guy, Max, but if you hurt my baby girl, I’ll kill you.” He promises, pointing to the guns he has displayed on the wall ready to go.
Threats of death don’t really bother Max, especially since a gun won’t kill him. He doesn’t scoff or make a joke. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He tells him.
Max shakes his hand and the men head back inside just as your brothers arrive. “Wonderful. More interrogation.” Max mutters as your mom comes barrelling down the hall to greet her sons, their wives, and their kids.
Max skirts around the chaos and finds you in the kitchen. “Hiding from your brothers?” He presses against you and kisses your neck as you crimp a pie closed. He smirks when he hears your gasp and soft moan since that’s a pleasure spot for you.
You lean back into him, “hmm they are going to be chaos. The kids running around. My sister in laws asking me when I’ll be giving the kids more cousins and then being jealous of my freedom to have a career. It’s, uh, it’s a lot.” You spin around to wrap your arms around his neck, “thank you. For coming here. It’s - I know it’s not easy but you’ve done it for me and that makes me love you even more.”
“Baby, you know I would do anything for you.” He promises, leaning in to kiss you and he pulls back with a cocky wink. “You give the best blowjobs when you owe me.” He teases.
You giggle, slapping his chest, and he offers you this smile that you’ve only ever seen when he looks at you. You lean in to kiss his chin just as your nephews and nieces come barrelling into the kitchen. “Auntie. Auntie!” They squeal and Max steps back to let you greet the kids. “Hey trouble.” You coo to the youngest, only 2 and she runs off with the rest to find grandma for a pre dinner cookie.
He gives you a wide eyed look. “Wow.” He snorts, chuckling slightly. “They are a whirlwind of trouble, aren’t they?” He asks, wondering if you do want kids one day despite telling him you don’t.
You snort, “too much trouble.” You tell him and he tilts his head, “too much?” You nod, leaning against the counter, “I love them but I do not want one of them. I love my life. I love my career. I love our life. I wouldn’t want to change it and have one of those gremlins.”
He relaxes slightly and smiles. “Gremlins. They are that.” He laughs. “Horror movies involving kids.” He shudders dramatically. “Could you imagine a kid vamp?” That would be a nightmare.
You raise your eyebrows, “a kid vamp with your personality? Good God we couldn’t do that to the world.” You tease and he snorts, shaking his head in agreement. “They’d be a dick.” He adds and you reach out to squeeze his hand, “ready to face my brothers? Then you’ll be through the worst of it.”
“Can I eat them if they get too bad?” Max asks, pouting when you scowl at him. “What!?” He asks, although he knows he can’t eat your family. “It’s a valid question!”
“Max, baby. That’s not funny.” You say and he tilts his head so you add, “maybe it’s a little funny. Come on, let’s get this over with.” You take his hand to guide him into the living room where your brothers are already gearing up to watch football. “Squirt!” Your older brother greets you, pulling you into a hug. You whine in protest as he messes up your hair and your younger brother soon hugs you, greeting you with a kiss on your cheek. “So this is the boyfriend?” They both ask at the same time as they appraise Max.
Oh boy. Both of your brothers look like they would try to beat the shit out of Max if he stepped out of line. Good thing that won’t happen and they couldn’t touch him. He grins, knowing they are going to get along just fine. They are assholes, he’s an asshole. It's gonna be great. “Max Philips.” He introduces himself. “I’m the one sleeping with your sister.”
You wince at the way he introduces himself and your brothers look at each other before they look back at Max. “Goddamn. Straight to the point. My kind of man.” Your younger brother says and reaches out to shake Max’s hand, “you know, if you break her heart we are gonna fly to L.A and kill you.” He promises, “but I hear you make her happy so you’re okay for now. What you drinking? Wanna go watch the football game with dad?” He asks, knowing that the women will gather in the kitchen.
Max glances at you, smirking slightly at the mortified expression on your face and he nods. “I think that sounds great.” He lies, but knows that this is a part of spending a holiday with your family. “You okay with that, baby?” He asks you.
You know, not exactly excited to endure the chatter of the rest of the women who will no doubt interrogate you on when you are getting married and giving the kids cousins. Still, it’s good that Max bonded with the men in your family so you smile and say, “of course, baby.” You lean in to kiss him and your brothers pretend to gag which makes you roll your eyes before you walk off to the kitchen.
Max follows your brothers out and pretends not to be bored of his mind. They are all boasting and posturing, but it’s amusing to Max. They have no idea how outmatched they are by him. The beer is easily tipped out of his bottle, not actually consumed because he doesn’t want to throw up, he’s going to have to do enough of that at dinner.
You lean against the counter with a glass of wine in your hand as your mom and her friend finish on the mashed potatoes and sides while the turkey rests. “So no ring?” One of your sister in laws asks and you shrug, “we aren’t that traditional. I don’t care. I know what my future is and it’s Max. I don’t need a ring to know that he loves me.” You say and she raises her eyebrows, “that’s what all women say when they know they won’t get a ring. How long have you been together now? Like two years? We were engaged on our one year anniversary.” She boasts and your mom looks at her and says your name, “she’s focusing on her career. Not a family. Besides, she might decide to come home.” Your mom says and her friend nods, “Chad would propose right now if he had a chance.” She giggles and you frown, “and I would say no. I don’t care about rings or babies or families. I’m happy with my life. With Max. I love him and I just want him. Why can’t you accept that and be happy for me?” You ask, looking down at your wine glass. Your mom steps closer, “we do, honey. I’m sorry. I just - I want you to be happy.” You sigh, “I am, mom. I really am.”
“So man, you want kids?” Your older brother hands Max another beer, already a little tipsy and shoots him a grin as if he knows the answers. “Can’t have them.” Max admits, shrugging slightly as if it’s not a big deal. It’s not like he can tell them that his body doesn’t produce sperm because he is technically dead. “She knows. Understands.”
Your brother nods but the younger one frowns, “does she want them? And she’s just telling you she understands? Seems like she’s lying.” Chad adds and Max huffs, “she understands. We have talked many times about it.” He says and Chad scoffs, “sure. She’s probably just saying that to keep you happy. She’s selfless like that.”
Max snorts. “She might.” He doesn’t tell them that you had thought about getting your tubes tied, knowing that’s none of their business. That way you can just blame Max and it will be the truth. “Not like I can magically make my swimmers swim.”
Chad scoffs but your brothers actually step in to Max’s defense, “that sucks man but hey, as long as you guys are happy. We have made enough kids for the family.” He jokes and your younger brother nods, “I didn’t tell you? Sally is pregnant. We are going to tell mom and dad today.” He says, ruining the surprise since your father is behind them and he grins, giving him a hug. “Congrats on another rugrat.” Max offers and soon the men are being called inside to the table.
Max finds you looking a little frazzled, but nothing too bad. Making his way over to you and kissing your lips soundly. Chad huffs and looks away as Max whispers in your ear. “Told your brothers I was sterile.” He tells you softly, sure that it will come up during dinner if Chad has his way.
You nod in understanding, squeezing his hand as he sits down beside you. You smile and watch the rest of your family sit down while your father carves the turkey. It’s been a long day but right now, you feel like you can relax as the food starts to get passed around.
None of the food looks good to Max but he makes the appropriate noises and raves about how good the sweet potato casserole looks. Knowing that it will all taste like shit and he will have to throw it up. The only thing that sounds good right now is eating Chad. Watching as he tries to brush his fingers against your as you pass him the food to your right. It’s amazing how he had gotten sat next to you so you are surrounded by him and Max.
You ignore Chad’s touch as you pass the food, trying to discreetly get some food from Max’s plate so it doesn’t look like he’s not eating. “Who wants to say grace?” Your mom asks and Chad smirks, “why doesn’t Max? Since he’s new.”
If looks could kill, Chad would be dead. Max doesn’t exactly pray, considering what he is. Probably not on God’s good side. With everyone watching him, he nods and closes his eyes. “Our creator, thank you for today.” He starts. “The ability to be here with family and friends is not afforded to everyone, so thank you.” You reach for his hand under the table and squeeze it gently. “Let us remember those that are less fortunate and help them however we can. Amen.”
You squeeze Max’s thigh under the table in silent thanks for doing that and soon everyone is digging into the food. Your parents ask your brothers and sister in laws about their latest activities and you can feel Chad leaning closer to you with every minute that passes. You stiffen when you feel his hand on your thigh.
Max feels you tense beside him and looks over at you, seeing your brows furrow and he nudges you slightly when he sees Chad’s hand on your thigh. Reaching under the table and taking the other man’s hand like it’s you, threading his fingers together with Chad’s. “If you wanted to hold hands, you could have just asked.” Max singsongs as he tightens his grip. “No need to grab my girlfriend’s thigh.”
You giggle, seeing the way your family’s eyes widen at the sight of Max squeezing Chad’s hand when he lifts it from your lap. Chad looks mortified and Max smirks, letting go of his hand. “Good God, Chad.” Your dad shakes his head, and your older brother says “stop embarrassing yourself, man.” Chad shakes his head until he stands up and walks out of the dining room. “I’ll go talk to him.” Your mom’s best friend says and follows him, leaving you all alone.
Max shrugs slightly. “He should have kept his hands to himself.” He says, even though he might be the handsiest person you had ever met before you started dating. “He’s lucky I didn’t bite him.”
You giggle at that and your family all look around until your mom sighs, “well, he certainly shouldn't touch you without your say so.” All the women nod and it doesn’t take long for you all to continue eating. You keep stealing from his plate to help him out and he reaches down to squeeze your hand.
Max shoots you a small smile before he makes a face and clutches his stomach. “Shit.” He hisses and stands up quickly to rush off to the bathroom. Hoping that it seems like his supposed IBS is kicking in.
You watch him go and everyone watches him, “he’s got a sensitive stomach.” You explain and everyone nods, carrying on with their food but your brother says “is he bulimic or something?” Your mom shakes her head, “don’t say things like that.” You roll your eyes but soon Max returns and you smile at him.
He had to be careful not to make his eyes bloodshot when he was throwing up the food but he managed. He shrugs slightly as he slides back into his chair. “Sorry, I needed to go to the bathroom.”
You smile at him as he sits down and no one says a word about it, continuing to talk about extended family until Chad comes back, eyes downturned, and you ignore him while you all eat dessert. “You’ve been amazing today.” You murmur to Max as you turn down the bed, glad to have peace and quiet after such a hectic day.
“You have no idea how bad I wanted to eat that prick.” He snorts, flashing you his fangs and letting them stay out. They ache from the effort to keep them hidden. He shoots you a grin and waggles his brows. “But I was a good boy and didn’t eat the prick who wants to fuck my girl and drag her back home to pump out his babies.” He reminds you. “So that means I get extra kinky sex, right?”
You smirk as you kneel on the bed, watching him with fluttering eyes, “oh yes baby. You do. What do you want?” You ask, reaching for the hem of your pajamas as you pull it over your head, wanting him to take what he wants from you since he really has been the best boyfriend today.
“Anal?” He teases, smirking as he starts to undress out of the t-shirt and lounging pants he had changed into after a shower. You snort and shake your head and he shoots you a wounded look, even though he doesn’t want it. “How about you sit on my face and suck my cock?”
You nod, “whatever you want, baby.” You promise, pushing your shorts down so you’re naked after you kick them off. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” You murmur, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth.
Max hisses your name, always loving how fucking hot your mouth is. His hand moves to the back of your head and he lets you bob on his cock for a moment before he’s pulling away. “Let me lay down. I want you to smother me.” He coos with a smirk.
You hate pulling off his cock but you groan, watching him lay down and he waggles his tongue at you. You giggle and eagerly straddle him, stretching along his body so you can grip his cock. You take him back into your mouth with a moan.
Max grabs your ass and pulls your cheek apart. Groaning at the sight of your fluttering pussy and smirking as the other hole pulses. “Fuck, I love your pussy.” He tells you before he dives into your cunt like he’s starving.
You moan around his cock, rocking back onto his face as he slides his tongue deep into your pussy. His cock twitches in your mouth and you love it, taking him deeper as you squeeze the base of his length. Fuck, he’s so thick your jaw already aches but you don’t care.
Max loves when you sit on his face and suck his cock. He loves feeling your gasps and whimpers all around his shaft. He smacks your ass sharply and you squeak with him down your throat.
You love how he takes what he wants from you while also giving everything he has. You moan around him, choking a little as you take him deeper and he growls into your flesh.
It’s always messy and sloppy but he loves it. Devouring you in every way. Tongue pushing deep as you swallow around him. His fingers dig into your cheeks.
You pull off his cock for a moment, fingers working his length now slick with your saliva. “Baby, what - do you want to cum down my throat?” You ask, wanting him to get what he wants since he has been so good with your family.
“Fuck no.” He wants to cum inside you. Every chance he gets. He loves the sight of your pussy dripping his cum. It’s almost primal, but he can’t get you pregnant so it’s even better. “Cum for me and I’ll fuck you.”
You whimper, shifting off his face to shuffle forward so you can sink down on his cock. He growls in surprise and you look over your shoulder at him with a grin. “Like this baby?” You tease, rocking your hips, and you grab his legs for leverage.
“So fucking dirty for me.” Max watches your ass bounce, fascinated by the sight. “Fucking love it.” He growls, rocking his hips up. “Love you.” It’s not often that he is sappy and sentimental, but right now, he wants you to know how he feels.
You moan, rocking back onto his cock as you squeeze his knees, “I love you baby.” You promise and you squeal when he grabs you to pull you back into his chest, taking over the thrusts up into your body.
Max can fuck in any position and he loves taking you by surprise. He growls in your ear as he rocks up into you. “Let everyone in the fucking house hear you baby.” He groans in pleasure when you clench around him. How the hell chad and his mom managed to spend the night, he doesn’t know, but he can hear how good Max fucks you.
You know he wants Chad to hear, wants him to hear you moan and fuck, you can’t deny him when he’s so deep inside you. You cry out when he wraps his hands around your thighs, spreading you wider for him to thrust up into you. “Fuck, Max!” You cry, turning your head to kiss him.
Max grunts in pleasure, fangs nicking your lip and he groans your name when the intoxicating taste of your blood hits his tongue. Making him fuck you harder as he laps it up.
Your tongue tangles with his, tasting the metallic tang of your blood. He groans, his hand shifting so he can rub your clit. “Oh my Godddd.” You choke, thighs threatening to close but he pulls your thigh further apart. “Fuck, yessss.” You squeal as the sensations make your head spin and it doesn’t take long until you fall over the edge.
“Yessssssss.” Max isn’t shouting but he’s not quiet either. Loving how tight and wet you get as he fucks you through it, still rubbing your clit. “Do it again.” He demands.
"Max. I can't." You gasp as he continues to fuck up into you and he doesn't listen. "You can. You're going to." He demands, rubbing your clit a little faster and you tilt your head back, "bi-bite me." You demand, needing him to feed from you again.
Max snarls as his teeth flash for a split second before he is biting into your flesh. Your scream loud and sharp as you fall apart again from the pleasure and your pussy squeezes his cock like a vice.
You feel like you can’t breathe as he fucks you harder, pushing you through your orgasm as you manage to choke out, “cum for me. Please, baby. Please.” You beg breathlessly for him to fill you up, his fangs still buried in your jugular.
This is where he starts to charge. The monstrous part of his being taking over as his features sharpen, harden. His fingers turn into claws as he holds onto you and his hunger for your pussy and your blood increases. Snapping his hips up harshly and bouncing you as he holds tight to rush to his own orgasm.
You almost pass out from the sensation, another orgasm shuddering through you and you whimper when he pushes deep. His cum paints your walls and you pant, hands shaking as you grab onto him while his name is a silent whisper on your lips.
It takes him a moment to come back to himself, to retake control. Reminding himself not to drink too much as his fangs slide out of your skin and he moans your name. “Fuck, I love you.” He pants out as he licks the wounds closed. “For eternity.”
You hum, boneless and unable to move as he strokes your thigh. “Until the day I die.” You promise the best you can as you turn your head to nudge your nose against his. He gently pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed, your eyes slipping closed as you settle into the pillows of your childhood while Max cleans you up. “I love you.” You murmur, passing out moments later.
Max sighs as he settles back onto the bed beside you and gathers you into his arms. He only sleeps for a couple of hours, the myth that vampires never sleep is just that. He just doesn’t require a lot of sleep. Death. That’s what worries him. He doesn’t want you to die and he doesn’t want to be without you. Ever. He decides that tomorrow he will talk to your father about a ring.
Breakfast is a little awkward. Your brothers and father avoided eye contact and Chad already left before your mom even got the eggs out the fridge. Clearly Max’s claim on you last night worked. “So honey, are you guys all packed for your flight back to L.A?” Your mom asks and you nod, “all ready to go. We really do need to be back before the craziness starts with the flights. We have a big meeting on Monday.” You explain with a smile and Max winks at you.
“My girl’s got a big sales pitch and she’s gonna crush it.” He brags. “Taught her everything she knows.” He jokes and laughs when you throw your napkin at him and stick out your tongue. He’s glad Chad is gone, it’s like a cloud of expectation has lifted. His worry that you might actually want the kids and white picket fence life disappearing.
Your dad looks on in approval, your brothers now occupied with feeding their kids while their wives talk and you reach under the table to squeeze Max’s hand. “You taught me some things.” You concede and he smirks, nodding in agreement, “see? She agrees. We don’t always argue like a married couple.” Max jokes and you giggle but a small part of you wonders about Max asking you to marry him. It seems silly. He’s eternal and marriage is nothing but a piece of paper.
It takes until everyone is cleaning up from breakfast before he can get your father alone. “I was wondering if I could have a word.” Max says seriously, making sure that he doesn’t compel your father. It can be easy to do when he really wants something but he wants this to be the other man’s choice.
You watch Max go, curious, but your sister in law distracts you by telling you she’s pregnant again. You grin, genuinely happy for her even though she keeps popping out kids and doesn’t have much else in her life. She’s happy but you want more than that. That’s why you moved from this town. “Congratulations.” You hug her and your nephew runs over, distracting you with his monster trucks.
“I know that we’ve just met and that I come off as a bit of a prick.” Max snorts, kicking himself for starting this conversation off like this, but he’s nervous. “But I love your daughter. And I want to spend eternity with her.” He admits, looking your father in the eyes seriously. “I would like your blessing to marry her.”
Your father stares at him for several seconds and Max, who never falters, shuffles from one foot to the other. “You’re cocky. You’re - you think you’re untouchable but let me tell you, son, shit happens and what are you going to do when shit happens and you can’t handle it? Is my baby girl going to be abandoned?” He asks, needing to have this conversation with Max.
“Never.” He shakes his head, completely truthful. “She’s the only person I have ever felt this way about and I would be by her side no matter what life throws at us.” He can’t tell the man he’s immortal, he’ll leave that conversation for you to have if you want.
Your dad stares at him, pondering his answer, and he nods after a moment. “All I want is for her to be happy and you make her happy. That is obvious.” He says and sighs, rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Her grandma left her her engagement ring. We have been keeping it safe and well, do you want it?”
“I think she would like that.” Max admits softly. He knows you loved your grandmother and to wear her ring would be an honor for you.
Your dad slaps Max on the back, “I’ll have her mom get it from the safe. It’s yours. Just make her happy.” He demands and Max nods, “yes, sir.” You call out to Max, wondering where he is and raising your eyebrows when he and your dad come in from the garage. “Just showing Max my new fishing rod. Maybe next time you’re home, we can go out on the lake.” He says and Max nods, “that would be great.” You giggle, knowing Max is not patient enough for fishing, “well, we need to get going, babe. Otherwise we are gonna miss our flight.” You say and Max nods, “I’ll get the bags.” Your dad is going to drive you back to the airport so he helps Max with the bags while you say goodbye to your family. “Don’t get plastic surgery and end up like a L.A zombie.” Your older brother orders and you roll your eyes, “I prefer vampires.” You tease and he snorts, kissing your cheek. Your nieces and nephews all make you promise to visit and you wish your sister in law good luck with the baby before hugging the other. Goodbyes said, your mom follows you outside and hugs you tight, “I love you, sweetheart.” She chokes and looks over at Max with a pointed look, “take care of her.” She orders while your dad hands the ring box to Max while your mom keeps you turned away from him.
Max slides the box into his pocket and grins as he shakes his future father-in-law’s hand. “Thank you.” He nods and pulls the older man in for a quick hug. “It was a pleasure to meet you and thank you for letting me come to Thanksgiving.”
You watch your dad and Max hug and your mom rubs your back. “Go on, honey. Have a safe flight. Text us when you’re home.” You kiss her cheek and she grins as she waves you off when your dad drives down the driveway. “As bad as you thought it would be?” You ask Max as you walk to your gate.
“No, it was worse.” He teases, shuddering dramatically. “Family unity? Support? Groooooooosssssss.” He chuckles. “Although it was funny to watch your brothers sulk the next morning. And nice to know Chad fucked off. Prick.”
You giggle, “yeah he left before breakfast. He definitely heard us.” You snort and reach for his hand, “thanks for coming with me, baby.” You murmur and he tugs you closer so he can softly kiss you. The ring is safe in his bag and he’s already thinking about how he can propose to you. Maybe he will propose on Christmas or New Year. Max smirks and squeezes your hand as he thinks about next Thanksgiving. He knows you’ll be Mrs. Phillips by then and he can’t wait to see Chad’s face when he calls you his wife. Maybe celebrating Thanksgiving with your family isn’t so bad after all.
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Joel Miller
Feral - Joel Miller x reader by @mcthsman (series - completed)
Summary: Part man, part beast, Joel Miller lives in solitude a few miles away from Jackson. At fifty-seven years old and without a Soulbond, Joel can't coexist with others— a man without his mate crazed by time and age. Until the day he sees her, the girl with tangerine blossoms in her hair and a laugh that echoes through the trees. So, he tracks her down. Hunts her through the woods, and brings home a girl that is not the wilting flower he expects.
How to catfish a millionaire - millionaire!Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader (series - ongoing) by @baronessvonglitter
Summary: It was supposed to be harmless - flirty messages, a few borrowed photos, and you have the illustrious playboy and hotel heir Tommy Miller eating out of your hand. But now he wants to meet in person. And his controlling older brother Joel, who rules the hotel empire with an inflexible grip, is waiting for you as well. Where do you draw the line between desire and deception? How long can you keep the pretense that all you're really after is money?
Little Fawn - Old!Joel Miller x f!reader by @littledes1re
Summary: In a camp where survival depends on silence and obedience, you hide in the supplies tent, trying to outrun the shadow of the man who once pulled you out of the woods and claimed you as his own. But when a cruel voice cuts too deep and old wounds split open, you retreat to the only place you can fall apart unseen—only to find Joel stepping into the dark after you, his presence a reminder of the bond you shouldn’t want, and the one you can’t seem to break.
Never Tear Us Apart - Joel Miller x f!reader by @milla-frenchy
Series summary: September 26th. The day the world went dark, you were on the other side of the country, separated from the love of your life For 20 years, you and Joel have been surviving, unaware of what happened to each other, until your paths finally cross again
The Crow and the butterfly chapter 1 - Priest!Joel x f!reader by @honey-moon-13 (series - ongoing)
Summary: On your first day in Jackson, you meet the man you’re already convinced is the town’s biggest asshole. Unfortunately, he seems to think the same of you.
Crosshairs - Joel Miller x Javier Pena by @rosharanfiction (series - ongoing)
Summary: There’s something about Jackson’s newest resident that gets under Joel’s skin. It’s not just Javier Peña’s cocky attitude that Joel can’t stand - it’s his tight pants and his too-smooth voice, and especially the way he’s sleeping with half of Jackson. But Joel can’t deny that Javi is a damn good shot, so when raiders make camp in the nearby mountains, he begrudgingly agrees that they can work together. Soon their rivalry shifts into an attraction, as fever-hot as it is terrifying. But Javi’s not the kind of guy who does commitment, and Joel doesn’t want to let him get too close. As feelings start to spiral and raiders close in, Joel and Javi both have to fight for their lives - and maybe for each other, if they decide it’s worth the risk.
Daddy Issues - Joel Miller x f!reader by @aurorawritestoescape (series - ongoing)
Series summary: Dilf. That's what young women think when they see Joel. He doesn't mind. In fact, he welcomes it and uses his status to get what he wants. His scheme works smoothly until he meets you. You seem to be the only one who sees through his bullshit, the only one he should avoid. And now the only one he craves.
Reverence - Husband!Joel Miller x f!reader by @peepawmiller
Summary: After a string of mishaps at work keeps Joel away for far too long, you come up with the perfect way to help him unwind.
Easy Fix - Dbf!Joel + mean!Joel x f!reader by @littledes1re
Summary: It was just supposed to be an easy fix. On the stuffed animal, thighs gripping it and in your mind your daddy's best friend. Surely, you hadn't planned for him to catch you. Or to bend you over his knee. Or to be balls deep into you the next moment, right?
Season of the Wolf - Joel Miller x reader by @mcthsman (series - ongoing)
Summary: The giant wolf that has been killing people around town shares a very striking feature with the quiet man that keeps breaking into your home— They both have the saddest, warmest brown eyes you've ever seen.
Distracted - Joel Miller x f!reader by @hauntedinkk
Summary: a week of stress causes a brief argument with you and joel which then leads to him taking advantage of the free use arrangement you both have, quite literally fucking the anxiety out of you.
Fade Into You - Joel Miller x fem!reader by @aurorawritestoescape
Summary: ‘Mysterious girl’ — that’s what people in Jackson call you because of your amnesia. All your memories lost, alone in the world, you’d probably be miserable and lonely if it wasn’t for your saviour, Joel Miller— a man who filled a hole in your heart with love and became your friend, your lover, your family. He makes you happy and you accept him with all his flaws. During a heated argument Joel reveals a shocking truth about your past and you come face to face with a dilemma — can you trust the person who became your whole world?
Force of Nature - Joel Miller x reader by @skyesdelight
Summary: The construction company your neighbors hire to do work on their house are loud, inconsiderate, and quickly get under your skin. One man in particular seems hellbent on driving you crazy until one day, all that tension comes to a head.
Harry Castillo
Earned It - Harry Castillo x f!reader by @cozymochaa
Summary: Harry is a man who always needs control. But when you come along, the lines between lust, obsession, and love start to blur, and he gets the urge to let go completely.
Mirror mirror on the wall - Harry Castillo x f!reader by @maroonpascal
Summary: life with Harry is always full of surprises, and the next one is just hanging on the wall, waiting for you.
The Ex Education - Ex husband!Harry Castillo x Ex Wife!F!Reader by @missadangel (series - ongoing)
Summary: Born and raised on the Upper East Side — mother’s an actress, stepfather runs an empire that’s suddenly “under review,” and your brother’s the reason you have gray hair. You married perfection in your 20s Years after your picture-perfect marriage went up in smoke, you left New York to “heal.” Now you’re back, in your 30s — and saw your ex-husband on the cover of TIME. Wow. He got richer, your family’s going down, and somehow, you ended up working for him. Cried? Yes. Bad idea? Definitely. What could possibly go wrong?
Forty Minutes - a small lesson from The Ex Education - Ex husband!Harry Castillo x Ex Wife!F!Reader by @missadangel
Summary: This drabble is a bonus scene from Lesson 16, takes place during a stolen forty-minute window in the back of a limousine, just before Harry leaves for London.
Marcus Acacius
This never happened chapter 2 - modern! marcus acacius x female reader by @rosharanfiction (series - ongoing)
Series summary: The Friday before you start your new job, you get drunk and kiss a hot stranger. But it turns out Marcus isn’t just any stranger. He’s your brand-new boss, the guy who seems to get you like no other, and the last guy on earth you should want to kiss again.
Jack Daniels
Heat of the moment - Jack Daniels x f!reader by @broad-shouldrs (cw: CNC)
Summary: you tell jack your darkest sexual fantasy.
Max Phillips
Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader by @aurorawritestoescape
Summary: Max gives you everything you need but can you stop when the pleasure gets addictive?
Ted Garcia
Office Hours - Ted Garcia x f!reader by @/baronessvonglitter
Summary: You and Mayor Ted Garcia have kept your working relationship strictly platonic. But so much can happen after office hours..
Din Djarin
Yours to tame - Din Djarin x princess!reader by @604to647
Summary: Worried, Din goes after you amidst a rainstorm.
My Work
Play Innocent - Qz!Joel x f!reader (cw: non con / dub con)
Summary: Joel gets a batch of pills with strange side effects. He decides that it would be a shame to waste them. After all, he can use them to get something: you.
Summary: Max misses you. So he calls you while at work, horny and frustrated.
Warnings: (MDNI) masturbating, dirty talk, solo masturbation, profanity, public masturbation, phone sex.
Word count: 722
Notes: A little idea that came up in the server, thanks to @catnip987 and @elvenhymntoelbereth.
Max's tie was askew — again, but he didn’t bother fixing it. One hand was casually twirling a pen, the other holding his cell phone between his cheek and shoulder as he stared at the dead-eyed drones shuffling past his glass office.
"Tell me again what you’re wearing," he drawled, lips curled in a smirk.
Your voice on the other end sent a chill down his spine, and he leaned back in his ergonomic chair with a soft groan. "God. That’s evil. You’re evil. I’m literally surrounded by the undead and you’re trying to somehow still kill me with a mental image of you in that fucking robe again?"
A pause. You say something lower. Something much filthier.
Max's cock twitches instantly.
He sits up a little straighter, eyes narrowing with amusement and lust.
"Mm. No. Say it slower."
You do. He closes his eyes.
He hears the subtle shift in your breathing. The drag of your fingers over skin. He can picture it — has seen it and now his imagination fills in the gaps: your thighs parting, the plush folds of your robe slipping off your shoulders.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You touching yourself yet? Or are you waiting for me to beg for it?”
Someone knocks on the glass wall of his office. Max turns with an overly bright grin and gestures vaguely to go away. Whoever it is just nods and retreats. Max swings back around, loosening his belt with one hand as he balances the phone again.
"Okay, so here's the situation," he says, voice dipping lower. “You’ve got me hard in the middle of a vampire call center and I mean hard, baby. Like — uncomfortably, going-to-burst-out-of-these-suit-pants hard. And all I want is to hear you fall apart for me and the sweet sounds of your fingers fucking your wet pussy, okay?”
You whimper, it’s barely audible but there and Max hisses through his teeth.
"Jesus. Don’t make that sound. You’re lucky I’m not coming over there right now and biting the inside of your thigh 'til you beg me to move higher."
His hand slips into his briefs, fist curling around the hot weight of his cock. Precum slicks his palm. He bites his lip, almost laughing.
"You know what’s messed up? I could be doing a sales report right now. I could be draining Eric from HR for his last drop of blood. But instead, I’m jerking off to the sound of your voice. You proud of yourself?"
You moan. Max strokes himself once, twice, the wet sounds muffled under his breath.
"Shit, that’s hot. You close? Tell me what it feels like."
You tell him. You explain every detail while your fingers do the work. He groans — low and feral, biting back a curse as his hand speeds up. He props a foot on the edge of the desk, hips lifting into his grip.
“Fuck, fuck! You sound so fucking good. Gonna come for me? Let me hear it, baby. Let me hear that sweet little cry when you — ”
You whimper his name. And that’s all it takes.
Max jerks once more and spills into his hand with a low growl, biting down on his tie to muffle the sound. His whole body tenses, spasming, as the phone nearly slips from his shoulder.
He exhales hard, breathless and smiling.
“…Whew.” He chuckles darkly. “Okay. I am going to need to fake a spreadsheet crash or claim I got possessed by a fucking demon or something. You just ruined my afternoon… and me.”
There’s a moment of silence where you both just breathe — his a little ragged, yours still trembling. Then, softer, he adds, “You should see the mess you made. Christ. You owe me a dry cleaning bill.”
You laugh faintly on the other end, and his grin grows slower. Lopsided. Intimate.
He leans back again, eyes on the ceiling. “I’ll come by after sunset. I’ll bring that wine you like. And if you’re still in that robe…” His voice drops into something darker, breathier. “…don’t expect to keep it on long.”
The line clicks off, and Max stares at his cell for a second, jaw tight — then he smirks to himself, wipes his cum covered hand on a client file he didn’t like anyway, and reaches for a fresh tie.
RATING: Explicit (18+) | PAIRING: Max Phillips x f!Reader
STATUS: COMPLETE (55k words)
SUMMARY: After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you.
OR: the ghost in your apartment wants you desperately.
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ONE: ANNOUNCEMENT (chapter post)
TWO: INTRODUCTION (chapter post)
THREE: CONSIDERATION (chapter post)
FOUR: VISITATION (chapter post)
FIVE: RESURRECTION (part I) (chapter post)
SIX: RESURRECTION (part II) (chapter post)
☀️ bonus drabble: the 100th date
🦇 incredible artwork by @inkypaperghosts
👻 artwork of part one by @inkypaperghosts
SERIES CW: Smut, voyeurism/non-consensual voyeurism (he's invisible and reader doesn't know he's watching), discussions of death, and reference to/descriptions of canon-typical violence, blood, gore, and body horror. Descriptions of injury. Slow burn, eventual romance. Ghost shenanigans. Happy ending.
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Max Phillips x f!reader | wc: 3.8k | explicit, mdni | ao3
summary: driving Max to meetings is part of your job as the assistant. providing him with snacks and your tits to busy his hands and mouth is part of your situationship.
warnings: no use of y/n, ablebodied reader, reader has tits big enough for titfucks, established coworker-with-benefits situationship (and a sprinkle of idiots in love), blood (duh), blood drinking (duh²), blood play (duh³), spitting, Max and reader being kinda switchy, pet names (sugar tits, Maxie), breast play, nipple play, titty fuck, breastfeeding but vampire style (you've read it here first), cum eating, dm me if I missed any
a/n: this is my embarrassingly late entry for @burntheedges roll-a-trope challenge. it sat half finished in my wips for months. I got assigned 'roadtrip' and road tripping is driving around and eating, right? This is for my titty fuck (fic) and Max enjoyer. A lot of love, as always, to @guiltyasdave for the usual: beta, hyping, going feral over the pointy teeth man 💛💛💛
“Sugar tits!”
You sigh and check the rear view mirror. Max smirks at you, splayed on the backseat of the car, looking dapper and cocky as always.
“Sugar tits, can I have a snack?” He bats his lashes and purses his lips into the fakest of pouts that you have ever seen on his face.
“You already had your snack. Remember? Before we left?” You raise a brow and glance at him again. Still this shit eating grin on his face.
“Yeah, I remember. But I can’t taste your pussy on my tongue anymore. My mouth misses you, sugar tits.”
You shake your head, not able to hide your own smirk now. “No. It hasn’t even been two hours. Patience is a virtue, Max.”
The pout on his face is a real one now. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks, his fingers starting to fondle himself. “Bitch,” Max mutters and then sees a shit eating grin spread on your face. HIS signature facial expression. He would love to slap it out of your face, with his dick. “Whatever,” he grumbles, pulls one hand out of his pockets and reaches for some paperwork to look over.
Work trips with Max needed a little more planning. It was like traveling with a toddler at times. He needed attention, enrichment, constant skin contact, he needed his special seat (in the back, all windows blacked out of course) and snack breaks.
You spoiled him. Spoiled him rotten. And the consequences of your actions are now sitting in the backseat, glaring at you, licking over his teeth and gums. He looks like he’s gonna pounce on you any second now.
You take a hand off the steering wheel and reach behind you, patting his knee.
“Maxie,” you coo and give him your best doe eyes in the rear view mirror.
He frowns, his lip twitches. He is hangry, and while your hangry makes you grumpy and verbally lash out, his hangry makes him snap necks.
“Don't. Maxie. Me,” he hisses and licks over his gums again. They pulse in the same rhythm as his fangs that start to grow and push out. The same rhythm his dick throbs in his briefs, too. Hungry always means hungry for all physical pleasures. “Pull over. Now!”
Sometimes you couldn't tell if he was really about to snap or if he was just acting like the big bad vampire to get what he wants as fast as possible. And honestly, you didn't want to find out.
You find a break area a minute later and when you join Max in the backseat, he is all over you in no time.
The position is practiced, a habit formed through daily repetition over the course of months. It’s comfortable, almost cozy, it makes your heart flutter and not only because Max drinks from you.
You are pulled underneath him, one of your legs between his thighs, and like hormonal teenagers you rub against each other in the back of the car.
You can feel it, sense it in the powerful movements of Max’ body on yours. He tries hard to hold back but the hunger in him is primal, raw. You let him take what he wants at this point. With his eyes darkened and fangs on full display, it isn’t about wanting anymore, it is about what Max needs.
“Need you, sugar tits,” he groans with his open mouth pressed against your pulse point already. He tries to hold back, because he likes you. Straight up eating you would not be a nice thing to do. He wants to be nice, just a little bit, and just for you. “Be a good girl for me, will ya?”
With his hands kneading your tits and his fangs grazing your neck, his thigh pressed against your crotch and you grinding down on him, there isn’t much else left to do than to nod. You like that he needs you, that he takes a liking in your blood specifically, maybe even in your mouthy behavior.
“I’ll be good. Take what you need,” you murmur and pull down the collar of your blouse for him. “But no stains, I don’t have a-”
His patience wears thin, it’s barely there. Stains. As if he was a messy eater. He snarls a “shut up”, a hand finds the back of your neck to hold you in place, but also to make it as comfortable as possible for you. He is no monster.
Max nuzzles the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, the blood, the perfume, your skin. His tongue licks over your pulse point, once, twice, he can already taste you.
Something sharp grazes your neck, it feels like two needles. Another lap, warm, soft, wet and then he bites you. His fangs cut through your skin and the underlying tissue with ease, a feeling you will never grow accustomed to.
When your fingers clutch his arms, gripping the fabric of his suit jacket like he grips the back of your head, Max coos with his lips latched to you. He never asked how it feels for you, being fed from. But he imagines, sometimes, when he feels pathetic and sentimental in the emptiness of his apartment, that it doesn’t feel too good.
He is no monster. Soothing circles are massaged into your scalp, he shifts his weight to not crush you and he hums, hoping it would help you with the uncomfortable feeling. The first drops of your blood spill into his mouth and he licks them up like a cat licking up spilled cream.
“Go ahead,” is all you murmur and it sounds like a quiet wince. “‘s okay, Maxie.”
He sighs softly, changes the angle of his jaw and the sweet coppery blood fills his mouth. So sweet, so warm, your heartbeat on his tongue. He laps, swallows, whines. You taste good. Special, lively, warm, like calmness. Whenever he feeds on you it fills his veins with your essence and his mind with your… acceptance of him being an abnormality of nature? You taste as if you like him. Not just the sexy vampire aura, but him, Max. Maxie.
He drinks a few mouthfuls, slowly, even though his hunger for you tells him to drain you. He would never drain you. That would mean killing you, losing his favorite blood bag, the only one he has. The only one he wants. Your blood warms his heart and he swallows it together with the emotions that start rising up in him. He is no monster. But he is no wimp either.
Your fingers relax, a hand roams up his arm and all that you can hear in the back of the car is the quiet suckling and swallowing coming from Max. He ruts against your thigh, semi-hard and with less neediness than before. His hunger starts to slowly disappear, and even though he still lays on top of you, even though he still feeds on you and rubs himself against you, this is for comfort. That's what you suspect, at least.
You once asked him why he did this, the hums and rubs, the pressing of his tongue on the tiny puncture wounds in your neck without really drawing any more blood. He scowled. He wouldn't need comfort. This was all part of the process. And you clearly had no idea about that.
Max was right, you didn't know what was part of the feeding and drinking and what was not.
But you tested your comfort theory out one evening: you stroked over his hair, hummed in response and spoke softly to him. And instead of making fun of you, Max almost became affectionate. He almost snuggled up, closer to you.
You never spoke about it again, about this moment of softness. When he lifted his head that evening, he smiled. You smiled back. Then the moment was over and he talked about a presentation for the next day.
The rutting stops and the languid licks over your wound turn into a soft kiss with his lips lingering, as if he's afraid to disrupt the connection with you.
“Feeling better now?” you ask softly, breaking the silence in the car.
“Mhmm,” he hums against your neck and for a second you think you might get another one of those cuddly soft cotton candy moments with him.
Max shuffles slightly, one hand still holding your head in a comfortable position while the other one creeps up your side and finally finds its place on one of your breasts.
“Been good,” he murmurs and squeezes you once. “Made no stains. I want a reward, sugar tits.”
“You already got your reward, Maxie.” You turn your face towards him and catch him licking the corners of his mouth clean. “The little sippy sip?”
“Yeah, but I also want your tits. Please?” He flashes you a wry smile and his teeth look like white marble with red streaks.
You tug on a strand of his hair, just harsh enough to see his smile turn into a lopsided pout. “No. There’s an important meeting in an hour and we still have to get there. Titty time takes forever with you.”
He knows you're right. And he hates the thought of arriving too late to the meeting and losing the pitch. With a groan his face disappears in your cleavage, one hand kneading you desperately. His voice is muffled while he whispers and gently tugs on a mouthful of your tits. Something about “be back soon, Linda and Rita” and you know he’s talking to your tits, again. Max truly is a tit man, a man sized toddler who is doing the grabby hands whenever you're wearing something that shows a sliver of cleavage.
“But afterwards, right?” He looks up at you, expectantly. The demand is clearly written all over his face. You nod your head because saying no isn’t an option with a moody and cranky vampire.
“Yeah, after the meeting.”
The meeting was good. Really good actually, of course. Max convinced the other party to throw a whole lotta money at him and the company. And when you exit the elevator together and enter the underground parking, he is strutting like he just got five inches taller and his balls bigger.
While you search for the car keys, Max is searching for the fastest way to feel your skin under his hands. He doesn’t care that someone could see, or that there are security cameras everywhere. He just needs to feel you. You manage to open the car before he pulls up your blouse and you get on the backseat with him. When the door closes with a quiet thud you know that there’s no escape. Not that you wanted one in the first place.
Max after a successful business thing is not so different to the everyday version of him: cocky, arrogant, horny, hungry. Dangerous. But everything is maxed now. His eyes are darker, teeth sharper, voice lower and somewhere between sweet and lethal. A predator needing his fix.
“Sugar tits…” he croons, licking his lips as he pulls on your hip and drags you under him. Vampire strength, manhandling but the supernatural kind. You don’t even question how you end up in certain positions anymore.
Max is straddling you, all you see is the strained fabric of his slacks, bulging thighs left and right of your torso, a throb behind the fly. His hands on your chest, palming, pawing, squeezing.
“You’ll let me have this, right? Let me have you like this?”
A rhetoric question, you both know it. So you just nod your head yes, hands already roaming over his thighs, higher, until you feel his hard bulge. Palming, pawing, squeezing. Two can play a game and you're always the lucky loser.
Max involuntarily bucks into your hand, immediately annoyed about his body’s lack of obedience.
“Patience,” he snarls and contradicts his words with hasty fingers unbuttoning your blouse and letting your bra snap open. Front closure for easy access.
Both of you sigh in relief. You because the straps aren’t cutting into your shoulders anymore and Max because he finally can return to his playground, his homebase. He cups your tits, gently, as if holding something precious, and buries his face right into them.
“That's my good Maxie,” you coo with your hand in his hair. You get a happy purr from him when you breathe in deeply, your chest rising. His nose is nestled between the swell of your breasts and he almost can smell your heartbeat, taste the creamy thud on his tongue.
He licks you, the salt on your skin like an amuse bouche, the first little treat in a line of more tasty courses. Open mouthed, flat tongued, prickly fanged he moves over your flesh, his thumb rubbing over your nipple and making it stiff.
He pinches it, tugs at the bud until you wince and until he can hear you clench around nothing. Yeah, he fucking loves his hightened vampire senses.
“Want you,” he slurs with his tongue kitten licking the other nipple, coaxing it to tighten and peak, “feed me!”
They are sensitive, hurting even. He knows it, your muscles twitch with every lick and every tweak. And when he closes his lips around your nipple, you suck in air and hold it deep in your lungs.
With his hands on your tits, Max settles on top of you. He loves this, your warm, soft flesh almost spilling through his fingers, the weight of them perfectly resting in his palms. He loves how sore your nipples taste. Because he licks them so often, sucks on them, suckles himself into a state of sleepy horniness every night.
It soothes you, too, despite the pain. Something inside of you always kicks in, something embarrassingly motherly. But when you hear him smack his lips, the sound of him swallowing his own saliva and your–
“Ow…” you hiss when his teeth cut through your skin, and he is still sucking your nipple into his mouth. A gulp, a purr, his hands kneading your breasts now in an attempt to increase the blood flow.
“Maxie.” A sigh falls from your lips, somewhere between affection and lightheadedness.
He lifts his head a little bit, slowly sucking on your tit, drinking your blood. But his big brown eyes, the shine in them… Perhaps it’s some vampire poison that lets you have these thoughts, but he almost looks like he really cares for you, beyond the blood and breasts.
Another purr comes from him and when he moves to the other breast. Long threads of his spit mixed with your blood dribble from his lips. Max is messy on purpose. He likes the way you look like this, skin glistening like tart cherries, plump and sour and sweet on the tip of his tongue.
Max likes the feel, too. His hands press your breasts together and rub them to spread the bloody drool before you feel a sting around your other stiff peak and the wet heat of his tongue. This time the suction and slight pain makes you moan. The grip in his hair tightens and when you push him closer Max obliges happily.
Closer and more. That is all that is on his mind. Before you it was only ever more. But with you? He wants to be closer. On your skin, under your skin. And he wants you under his skin, too. In his bloodstream, flooding every cell in his body, running through his veins and heart and brain and dick.
“Fucking need you,” Max mutters, fangs and tongue still half-way latched onto your tit. He is hard, digging into your thigh with every roll of his hip. He pushes himself up enough to watch how his saliva slickens your chest, combining with the tiny drops of scarlet blood, running from around your nipples.
You only notice that he isn’t wearing his pants anymore when he’s straddling you again. Crouching over you, he makes the backseat feel even more cramped. Max’ thighs cage you in, his skin cold against you, but it’s the look on his face that sends a shiver down your spine.
Blood is trickling from the corners of his mouth, with his fangs on full display. He knows he looks like a monster. He is a monster. One with a hard cock begging to be taken care of. You’re already reaching for him, looking hungry for him.
“Don’t, sugar tits. Just relax. Look pretty,” he says and spits in his hand. “Can you do that for me?”
You watch him wrap his fingers around his cock and stroking himself. He is impatient, you can tell by the way he squeezes himself and his nostrils flare again. You’re quick, appeasing the beast with a nod.
“I'll look extra pretty. And Maxie?” Your hands cup your tits now, and you pinch your sore nipples with a wince.
The leather of the seats creaks under his knees when he shifts, bringing his cock between your breasts. The sight alone lets Max moan. He tears his gaze away and looks back at you. Eyes half-lidded, your lip sucked between your teeth, the tiniest frown on your face because you’re aching for him. He can smell it.
“What is it, sugar tits?
“Fuck my tits real good.” You push your breast together, burying him between them. Smirking. Knowing exactly how to pull on his strings to make him lose it.
Max just scoffs, As if he ever doesn’t fuck you good. He pulls back and, with a groan, pushes his throbbing length in between your blood and spit slicked tits. You’re so warm and soft and wet. Not as tight as your pussy and so different to your mouth and ass. But nothing matches the look of your bloody tits and hands. And the look of his cock, covered in a mixture of spit and blood and his leaking precum. Max loves to see his tip appear and disappear again from between your breasts squished together. And he loves that sound, this distinct wet sound of fucking your tits, so sloppy and slippery.
He could take his time. He could make sure that you enjoy it too, with his hand between your legs maybe. But he doesn’t. He'll make it quick, because you’re hurting, basically folded in half on the backseat. Max will take his time later, with you in his bed and his fingers in your pussy, then his tongue, then his cock, then his tongue again. Fuck, he really is soft for you.
With his hands clutching the seats he picks up the pace. Each stroke drags his balls back and forth over your skin, your sternum deliciously hard beneath every inch of his cock while there is still blood oozing from the bite marks he left on your nipples.
“So pretty like that,” he rasps between thrusts, whining when he sees you pinching your nipples again. “Best tits I ever had. Best. Fucking. Tits.”
The tinted windows start fogging up, the air inside the car becomes stale. It doesn’t need the senses of a supernatural bloodsucker to smell it. The iron stench, the precum, the spit, the arousal leaking out of you while you're rubbing your legs together. You love the tender Max, who sometimes peeks through in silent moments, but you also love him like this: raw, messy, needy. The perfect excuse to be nasty yourself.
”Cum in my mouth, Maxie,” you breathe softly, already licking your lips. “Cum down my throat.”
He snarls, lips twitching to bare his fangs as he tries to not lose all of his restraint. He never told you, and never will, but this is the hardest part. To keep himself human enough when you are feeding into the beast he is. Especially now. With your fingers kneading your breasts, smearing your own blood on them, keeping them pressed together so he can fuck himself stupid between your tits.
“No,” is all he manages to spit out, his hips stuttering now. “Fuck, sugar tits. Gonna cum.”
He hears you clench, hears the soft squelch of your soaked panties cutting through your folds so you get some kind of pressure on your clit. He smells it. Smells whatever was left of his last load trickling out of you. Jesus fucking Christ, you didn’t even clean yourself up since last night?
That does it for him, and with a howl he spills himself on your chest. Pearly white mixing with the scarlet that’s already coating your skin, his cum spouting up to your neck and chin. Max keeps thrusting until the rush ebbs away. He swallows thickly, admiring his work that almost looks like a Jackson Pollock, painted on your tits. Signed by the artist himself, with bite marks all over them.
Pulling back and yanking your hands away so he can get to his second favorite part: cleaning up. Tasting himself and you. Gathering his spent first with his fingers and then his tongue, he starts licking and slurping, lapping broad stripes up from between the valley of your breast to your collarbones. Licking over your nipples, just because he loves them so perky and sore, cleaning up the last drops of your blood. Saving up a small pool of his now red tinted cum.
“Want some, sugar tits?” He looks up, eyes dark and shimmering, his lips and chin and cheeks having a wet sheen. You just nod your head, opening your mouth and waiting for his fingers, dipped in cum.
But he leans down instead, licking the last remains of his load into his mouth and moving up to hover over your face. He smirks, fucking smirks at you, wiggling his brows and then spits his cum into your waiting mouth.
You swallow him down, the distinct taste of both of you spreading on your tongue.
“Menace,” you murmur, your head lolling back onto the backseat. You need a moment. The thought of actually driving now lets you groan.
“Funny way of saying ‘thank you’,” he teases, his sharp edges softening a bit. “Here…”
He finds the wet wipes you have stored under the seats and starts cleaning you up, then he opens the wrapper of a granola bar and pops pieces of it into your mouth. “Your blood sugar is too low, sugar tits. You taste awful.”
“Funny way of saying you care about me.”
“Shut up. I don't,” Max hisses and scowls. And feeds you another piece of granola bar. “Just making sure my blood bag is kept alive.”
“Sure, Max,” you roll your eyes and close your bra and blouse with a few winces. He nudges your leg, bottom lip jutting out in a bratty pout.
“Sure, Maxie,” you correct and sit up.
His pout dissolves in a toothy grin.
“That's more like it. Now move your ass and do your job, sugar tits. Drive your boss home, chop chop.”
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