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[cannedsoupsucks]

I loooove it when lapels get grabbed to pull someone in.

Pushing The Envelope - Valentine’s Day 2022 request #1

Pairing: Max Phillips x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2301

Rating: M - language, mention of blood and weapons, one tiny mention of a murder, vampires … you know the drill. 

This first request is for @alraedesigns​, who wanted something humorous with Max P and an envelope. 

This is my first time ever writing for Max, and I definitely don’t think it will be the last. He’s FUN. Thank you so much for the request, Alex. I hope you like it! 

Sitting in the parking lot, you stared up at your office building. It was nondescript - ten stories of beige, windows that offered a view but let very little light in, an elevator that only worked half the time, and mostly insufferable coworkers - but it also allowed you to be near Max. 

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I love love love the Domum universe so much! I used to feel kinda blah about ol' Maxi, but then I read Domum and now I have Max fever🩸

I've reread Domum at least four times this week and the thought of Max having a difficult time keeping his hands off of you just makes me feel soft because he needs to be touching you or kissing you every minute of every day and he starts feeling guilty when he realizes that you might never complain because you love him and he tries to get less touchy but you've gotten so used to it that you start seeking him out and purposely teasing him until he loses control and fucks you down on the floor.

okokokokokok

Lets just fucking CHILL. Here I am- trying to eat dinner and watch a documentary and then you drop this in my asks?

alright lets get into it.

(forgive me - barely edited and not beta'd - just fucking went for it)

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader (Domum universe)

Warnings: smut under the cut (18+ NO MINORS) oral sex f-receiving, PIV sex (wrap it up), language, soft dirty talk (blood kink if you blink but he’s a vampire so it’s expected)

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One whole year.

It was madness to realize how much your life had changed in one year. Here he was - the great love of your life and much to your delight, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

At first you thought it was strange, not in an unpleasant way - more shocking if anything. It was strange to realize how much you needed this. Difficult to comprehend how you'd lived without his warmth, his tenderness - his love.

He was completely open with his affections. Generous with his love, his touch, his kisses; his body.

He would wrap himself around you as you lay in bed, you knew he barely slept at night but he didn't leave your bed. He was happy to hold you, to be used however you saw fit. His mouth was holy - the temple at which you prayed, where you offered yourself up freely and willingly. His lips connected to your body by some invisible thread.

His hands were elegant, long fingers with neatly trimmed nails - they were always connected to you. On your thigh when you sat together - on the nape of your neck when he stood beside you; at your breast when he slept.

You loved nothing more than studying them, as though you could map out the story of his life in the lines etched on them. He had found you sketching them, and smiled.

You loved them at your throat.

You loved them on your naked skin, those long fingers inside you- stroking, gliding, pinching - at your lips and in your mouth.

You saw his reluctance however. Saw him question himself.

It wasn't hard to read him - he was surprisingly open. His thoughts and feelings were always written in his face and in his eyes so clearly and when he slowly started holding back that healing touch you understood.

You've never been with anyone this long have you my love?

It was as though you'd suddenly become too fragile, as if one touch too many would break the spell and you'd forsake him. It was enough you make you laugh.

Don't you understand Max? I want you just as bad.

"I love this colour on you my love, it makes you look like the sun itself." He smiles and it touches the deepest parts of you but where this would normally be followed but a caress he steps away. Giving you space when none is needed and instead you chase him. Pressing yourself closely.

"Thank you Max." You say it sweetly, standing on the tips of your toes to offer yourself up to him once more and it almost makes you laugh to see his eagerness.

You just need a push sometimes.

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He sat at the table, reading one his books and you could see the unease, the need for comfort but where once he'd seek you out - now he held off. You were a precious resource, not to be abused.

You stood behind him and ran your fingers through his hair, scratched lovingly at his scalp and you felt him melt, and then quickly pulled away before he could turn. You smiled at yourself, feeling his need for more.

You will seek me out before this day is done.

Just a little push.

you interrupted him every time you passed by his place at the table. A hand brushing at his throat. A soft caress of his shoulder. A kiss left at the crown of his head.

He breathed hard and you knew he wanted more but he'd have to act.

You would have to resort to something you knew he couldn't resist.

You pricked your finger and the effect was immediate. His whole body seemed to tense, ready to spring.

"Clumsy me." You spoke to yourself, letting the fat bead of blood rest on the tip of your finger before smiling up at him and his gaze sent a thrill through you, made your cunt throb and your nipples harden.

"What are you doing my love?" His voice was deep, predatory, exciting.

"I am trying to shake you out of your madness Max. Get you to treat me the way you did before." You pulled the shift down the best you could without spilling the drop. "Are you going to waste it?" You smeared it onto your nipple and he cracked.

He was on you in a flash, the two of you on the floor. His tongue chasing every single drop of you. Your finger was next and he sucked at it desperately as he ground himself onto your clothed centre.

"You cannot know what you do to me." He ripped your undergarments off, spreading you open wide before spearing into your wet heat with his tongue. It was heaven and you let him drink you down before another urge took hold of you.

"Max - stop and look at me." He reluctantly separated himself from you with one last open-mouthed kiss to your bundle of nerves. You pricked your finger again, and relished the red glint in his eye. "I want you to ruin me for all others." You smeared the bead onto the lips of your sex and you saw the look of rapture on his face at your actions.

He said nothing as he licked at your sex once more, his breath coming in pants as he moaned onto you. He ripped the pleasure out of you, disrespectful in his ferocity.

You yanked at his hair, grinding the pert little pearl of you against him until the coil snapped and his face was drenched in you.

"You taste like heaven-" He bit his way up, piercing you over and over, making you gasp each time. Your inner thigh, your belly, your breast - licking the wound closed before moving on. "Tell me you're mine." He licked into your mouth before you could answer, wanting to taste the truth in your words. "Tell me this pretty little cunt is mine." He stared at your mouth as he freed himself.

"I am yours Max, now and always - all of me." You wrapped your legs high on his waist as he worked his cock into you. "Please Max - please." The words came out as a moan when he bottomed out. The both of you groaning in unison. He was so hard - his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he wouldn't last.

You reached down between you to feel yourself stretched around him, relishing it before gliding your fingers against the little bundle of nerves.

"Bite me Max - please - bite me where I like it." He obliged, his mouth a steady suck at your breast and the orgasm hit you like a cannonball.

Three, four, five strokes later and he spilled inside of you.

He pulled you up after, crushing you underneath him in your bed and you smiled.

Just a little push.

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