#maximethread

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open to: anyone! premise: maxime is making his grand re-introduction at stefan's gala and he wouldn't mind finding someone to take advantage of @talednewsletter

Maxime never really cared for parties. Too many people. Couldn't hear yourself think. And worst of all, parties held at his manor meant he was the one expected to do all the work. Just a ghastly endeavor for no really benefit.

But this one was different.

King Stefan —speaking of entities Maxime had no love for— decided it would be a lovely time to hold a gala for his dear, beloved son. He didn't even know the man that well, but if he were anything like the royalty Maxime existed with, then he disliked him, too.

The actually interesting part? This party would, essentially, be the first major event since the introduction of the portals connecting their realm to others. And you know what that meant? Plenty of new fish in the sea for Maxime to, well, fish.

But that's not all. This would also be Maxime's official 'coming out' party following his transition. No longer forced to live his life as a woman after making some shady deals in an outside realm, people from not just his own realm, but several others, would meet the real Maxime Tremaine for the first time. Lots was riding on his performance tonight.

Maxime strolled into the palace with ease, looking every bit the dapper, handsome older gentleman he now was. But he couldn't seem eager. He needed party-goers to come to him. Show their interest. So he waited... perhaps a bit longer than he would have liked... until finally, he saw someone approach him. He wondered if they recognized him from before, or if they were completely oblivious. Time would soon tell.

"Good evening," he says curtly, not turning to face them as he observed the party from the sidelines. "If there's ever been an event to prove that wealth doesn't equate to taste, it's this one... good to know that royalty is gauche in any realm they may pollute, I suppose. I hope we can agree on that."

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Admittedly, Maxime did not need to pursue Kit like this. He could have had any gentlemen throughout the realms; he didn't even like Kit that much. But on the other hand, he never cared for Cinderella very much — disliked him, even. So whiny and dependent on others like himself. Blech. He truly had no clue what Kit saw in him.

Letting Kit violently fuck him like this was just for fun.

There was truly nothing like a young, virile man like Kit delivering an absolutely beating to his cunt that thrilled Maxime. He hated simpering, submissive men who expected him to do all the work. The ill will he accumulated from his son-in-law made this exciting. Maxime's large, voluptuous breasts jiggled with each movement, saying nothing of his fat ass that clapped against Kit with each fuck.

"I've had better—" Maxime grunts, taunting Kit to fuck him even harder and deeper. Men were easy. Completely prone to manipulation. Kit probably didn't even realize what he was doing, betraying Cinderella's faith in him like this. That made Maxime feel like such a sly, clever cunt. And speaking of which—

Yanked back by the hair on a particularly hard thrust, Maxime yelped aloud, surprised by the maneuver. "Fuck!" he cries, a moan ripping out of his throat as his abused cunt strained around Kit's impressive dick. "Better watch out, sonny, you might get this old slut pregnant—" he snarls. "Your little wife wouldn't like that, would she?"

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kit was never silent.           not when he's with people that he knows, or even people that he doesn't. regaling stories and sharing laughter to anyone that would listen. too much of a people pleaser, that boy. and everyone loved him for it.

and kit was never angry. not even when he's with criminals and people society deemed as bad. not when he's cloaked and in hiding among the people of his kingdom, listening to their angered and pained voices talking about their ails.

kit is never angry and silent ... so, one can only imagine what the man he was currently fucking has done to him to receive such a treatment.

"   you fucking like that?   "    he growled, not even waiting for the man's response as he continued his brutal thrusts into their ruined pussy, making sure that his full, sizeable length was buried deep inside them with each hard thrust, hitting them in every spot, making them feel everything. the sound of his hips crashing against theirs no doubt could be heard by anyone outside the room.

and he doesn't expect them to make any response, really, seeing as one of his hands was firmly placed on the back of their neck. pushing them down into the mattress and muffling every sound coming from their lips. one could say that this was a show of power over the man that hurt his love. and in some capacity, it was like that to kit as well.

but mostly, he was just angry. of the exoneration, and of their return. and the fact that he was actually feeling pleasure from all of this.

with his free hand, he gave their ass a hard smack that would surely leave a mark, while the other moved from his back to his hair. kit then grabbed a fistful of it and pulling hard, no doubt pushing his dick even harder and deeper in their cunt, until his face was close to their's. his breath hot with lust and anger and spoke with words full of poison. he is still fucking them relentlessly.    "   you fucking slut. you should not have come back here.   "

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@frayedattheendings: 26. [ MF ] for maxime, from harris

Those who were privileged enough to take Maxime to bed quickly learned just how, well, voracious he could be in his seductions. This only became more true after he granted himself a more masculine form; he finally felt as powerful as he always wanted to be.

This made him dangerous, in a manner of speaking. Hardly a concern when his partner could literally transform into a bear.

"Fuck, you are so big—" groans Maxime, riding the younger man with a fervor Harris had, possibly, never experienced before now. "Your cock is splitting my cunt open, Hell—"

Without even realizing it, the older man begins wrapping a free hand around Harris's throat, gently tightening his grip. He needs something to hold onto. May as well be the thick, firm base of his lover's head.

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

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@frayedattheendings: 29. [ MF ] for maxime, from whoever (but harris wants the milf 😏)

After a few sessions with Harris, Maxime could honestly say he's noticed a change in the younger man. Their first time? Good, but always room for improvement. Maxime could normally spot a virgin unprompted; Harris seemed a bit too experienced to be one. But the potential was there.

Now, though, Maxime found himself being absolutely demolished by the baby bear, manhandled every which way on his bed, the other's cock splitting his cunt so deeply... thankfully, his children were nowhere to be seen tonight. That would have made the wild moaning impossible to do.

"Mmph—!" the older man moans into the other's hand, barely concealing the wild noises he made as their bodies rocked together. For now, all Maxime could do was enjoy the intense, profuse fucking, and hope that bedroom door was firmly locked...

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Maxime is mildly surprised by the blatancy of Yukine's flirtation —bordering more on seduction— but it's not unwelcome. He craved to be taken like this. It excited him. But he must play cool for now. Hard to get. He liked for his suitors to earn their prize.

"Why don't you find someone private for us and you can find out for yourself?" he suggests with a quirk of the eyebrow. "My new form hasn't been, you could say, broken in yet..."

Yukine raises a curious eyebrow. Then to confirm his curiosity he surreptitiously but brazenly moves a hand to feel the front of Maxime's trousers. He grins when his suspicions are confirm.

"Oh no issue at all, young lord," he says, licking his lips. "I've more than enough experience to please you with. Is this a new form of yours?"

Even more fascinating. Perhaps Yukine can seduce the man enough to bring him to Huldre for an extended time?

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"I think you'll find I know exactly what hardships you've likely endured. We all endure them, to some degree. My lofty standards, as you put the, were created by my hardships. I refuse to accept anything less than the very best for myself, despite what others think I may deserve..."

His face inches closer and closer to the other man's as he speaks, an air of seductive flirtation between them.

"Then why don't you show me? Right now...?"

Crewel's lips parted into a wicked smirk, teeth glinting as he did. "You do not understand the kind of man I am. The hardships I have endured and the challenges I have overcome. If you think your lofty expectations are going to scare me off, Darling..."

He leant in, bristles of hair on his face brushing against the others ear, "-you have another think coming."

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Maxime either had excellent taste in men, or very, very poor taste in men, if what he witnesses is any indication of the quality he seeks out in a man. His first husband was a golddigger; his second husband a pushover. Why did he seem to attract duds?

A brutish man like the one who just made himself known to Maxime, however? Interesting. Quite interesting.

"Is that so?" he asks, intrigued. "Well, now I'm listening. What exactly is it that you can offer me instead?

Nerves weren't something Crewel ever experienced, not since he was a child, but there was something about being here, amongst so many people that was putting him on edge. But why? Wasn't this sort of function the one thing he'd wanted to be invited to for years now? Something so civilised and so proper and so...not him.

But it wasn't just the nobles and the royals here; everyone from all walks of life were here. Most from different realms. Some from different species. Crewel could smell them. Filthy beasts. The nature of the gala and all the peacefulness surrounding it prevented Crewel from making any violent moves against them, but by the gods was the itch there, bloodthirsty and desperate much like his prey, clawing for a way out from underneath his skin.

Civility was needed, and while the fingers on one hand twitched distractingly at his side, the other remained gripping a goblet of something strong and alcoholic. Sitting at the edge of the room, eyes constantly scanning the action, for a way into that life, and after more prolonged staring, he spotted his way in. Someone catching his attention, ambushed by another party goer before Crewel could get there.

Not that it mattered.

"If it's good taste you want, Darling, don't waste your time with him." Dark fur flowed behind Crewel as he strutted forwards, wondering if his intonation was enough to pass as sophisticated, despite what his body and outfit might suggest. Actions spoke volumes too, as he practically pushed the other male out of the way to stand by the strangers side.

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"Interesting," Maxime muses. "Then, perhaps, we may be aligned in what we desire. Potentially. I've got a long night of windowshopping, and I don't intend to buy every item of merchandise that comes my way..."

But when Yukine blows cold air on his neck, he feels it go all the way down his spine... and down to other places. Alright, a masterful move.

"But if we were to, well, you should probably know I'm not all I appear to me... at least, you may find a surprise or two if you were to unwrap me... would that be an issue?"

Yukine pulls Maxime close enough they're breathing the same air.

"Throughout my long life, I've found that the only thing I truly desire is pleasure. Carnal, visceral, animalistic pleasure. Slow, erotic, everlasting pleasure."

Yukine blows a small cold breath against Maxime's neck and watches as goose bumps rise.

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"I suppose I could divulge the details of my past," Maxime muses, pursing his lips. "Since we're friends now. The man you see before you... he used to be a little less masculine. Less of a man, even. But after coming into the possession of a little bit of magic, he's now the exactly the person he always knew himself to be. I suppose I should not be so apprehensive about what others may think. Change is... difficult. But I've never felt more like me than I do now."

He rolls his eyes. "Of course he's blond. It's always a blond. Mine is one as well. How... predictable."

Is he hiding something? Oh well. “I won't tell anyone who you are if that's what you're worried about. My lips are sealed with your new chapter.” 

Who is he to ruin someone's fun? “Yes, ironically also with his new beau as well. If you see a young little blond fellow that loves art, that's Ray.” Although he doesn't know how many people can actually fit that description. He sighs a bit. “I'd take someone that's clumsy over someone that's disrespectful any day.” 

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"I never let my desires be known to those I've just met," Maxime retorts. "Or at the very least, not until I know they can be trusted with that knowledge. We've only just met, darling. For all I know, you could have the most ill and perverted designs for me..."

"But perhaps if you tell me something you desire, we may be able to find some sort of... agreement..."

"Of course. What have we, if not our wits? Power and influence are useless without them."

Yukine finds himself enjoying the man's company quite a bit. It's good to find that some mortals still can be interesting to learn about.

"So tell me, young lord, what do you want and how do you intend to take it?"

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If Maxime loved to do anything, it was talk shit with a handsome stranger like the one opposite him. He had an immediate, prevailing sense that this person was just as much of a hater as himself, and this meant he would likely enjoy conversing with them. Finally, some real company.

"If you mean ineffectual, overbearing, and pompous," Maxime begins. "Then yes, it seems our realms are quite similar in that regard. I am Maxime," he says, introducing himself with a curt nod of the head. "And it's about damned time I found someone I could talk to in this dump... so, you're from here? Is it as awful as it seems?"

The fae stood by the shadows, watching the merriment of the party-goers with disdain in their eyes. The smiles, the laughter, the dancing... It was sickening. They knew Stefan far better than most, they knew that he cared about his image far more than he let on, and thus he doubted that Stefan was being honest in his plea for peace among the realms. It was sickening, watching people fall for this lie so that Stefan could schmooze the royalty of other realms to better his position and make himself look good. It had Mal wanting to retreat back to his own castle, to be surrounded by their ravens, but he wanted to see more. To see just what Stefan was planning. So that he could crush it.

Wearing a black cloak that covered his black tunic, and a hood that was draped over his head to cover the horns that they possessed, Mal had kept to the walls and the shadows, not making their presence known. After all, this was his realm and the people - and the fae - knew who they were and just what they were capable of. The last thing he wanted was for them to point him out, to warn others of his presence there... or to be mocked for even coming in the first place.

There was someone, though, that intrigued him. A man that stood firm, a man that stood by himself - but a man that was very clearly judging the place just as Mal had been. It was enough to have the fae intrigued, intrigued enough to approach, and a small smile pulled at his lips at the other's words. "On this we can. If you ask me, this is King Stefan overcompensating for something," Mal stated coyly, the smile upon their lips genuine because if anyone knew, it was certainly Mal. After all, Stefan had asked Mal at one point during their relationship if he was able to use his magic to help him in that matter. "I take it the royals of your land are much similar?"

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"I'd actually like to not be recognized if possible. It would be more... freeing, or something of that ilk. I'm somewhat starting a new chapter of my life."

"So, is your ungrateful brat here?" Maxime asks, posing some interest towards the other. "All of mine are here, though the disrespectful one came with his beau, so who knows where they're at... my biological children are somewhere around, but without my supervision they might walk into a wall or two..."

Honestly, he's not surprised that Maxime prefers not to beg. They have a lot in common. “Which is why you wait for people to approach you here. Something tells me everyone is going to know who you are.” 

Being called a hag seems to make Gothel's brows raise, finally turning more towards the other. “Only then will they realize how good they had it. What you've been protecting them again. I am single though, yes. Seems like we just have another thing in common.” He has to remember he's centuries old. 

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"I was born from the cold, but perhaps not one quite as literal as yours," Maxime muses, but he declines to go into further detail. That was as emotionally intimate as he felt willing to be with a stranger.

Despite his youthful appearance, Yukine moves with the confidence of a much older man, hinting at the accelerated age his boyish face hid. "Well, you're not completely wrong in your assessment of myself," Maxime admits. "I have been known to take what I want, sometimes by force... it's mere survival. We've got to have our wits about us at all times, no?"

Yukine shakes his head, not offended in the least.

"Not everyone can appreciate the cold like one who was born from it," he says casually.

Then he smirks. "I see a man who cares very much how he's perceived. He wants to be perceived so long as it is as a strong, unflinching, and unyielding lord."

Yukine spins Maxime, and when they face each other again, it's as if they're even closer than before.

"I see a man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. It's all in your eyes, young lord. The fiery passion and drive."

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"Every interaction in life is transactional, don't you agree? We are always sussing one another out, wondering what they can offer us... and what we're willing to offer them in return. It is the natural order of things."

"But, if we're going to be blunt about our desires, I suppose I can accommodate that as well," Maxime smirks. "But be warned, I'm very hard to please..."

"Offer?" Crewel raised an eyebrow, passing his now empty goblet to the man he'd just ushered out of the way, "grab me another, darling." Attention turned back to the other, pouting a little as he looked them up and down, not subtly either. "Damn, didn't realise this was supposed to be a transactional interaction. You after something specifc? I'm sure I can accommodate."

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"I've never heard of it, but do not take that as a slight. Until recently, I did not know worlds beside my own existed. Never too old to learn something new, I suppose... unfortunately, I do not like the cold."

They move surprisingly well together. Clearly he couldn't have been that young if he knew how to dance any bit competently. "Oh, is that so? What do you see in my face, then?"

"Huldre is my home," Yukine explains. "Far in the north of my realm. Nearly inhospitable to some without proper protection."

Yukine chuckles.

"Oh I'm not hiding anything. Not really. I've just found being coy is far more intriguing to potential lovers. And don't worry, young lord, you can keep your secrets. I can see all I need to on your face anyways."

Yukine is sure in his step and how he leads the man around the dance floor. Keeping in time with the music and not even brushing the other dancers as they weave through.

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Maxime chuckles. "I'd actually prefer it if they did. Would make it much easier for me to get what I want from them... I hate begging. Better for them to come to me so I can retain the higher ground."

His eyebrow quirks in response to the tale. "Well, well, two birds of a feather we are, aren't we? Children can be so very ungrateful. Better to shake them loose if they don't want our love and attention... you're single then, are you? Sometimes it feels as though I'm the only unmarried hag in the universe..."

“Careful now, wouldn't want the others to think you're loose in any way.” Although Gothel is as intrigued as ever now. He doesn't think he's hidden his attraction for Maxime either. “Not that I wouldn't pursue you myself.” Because he would and he probably will.

He can't help the laugh that crawls out from his throat. The witch tries to quiet himself down by taking another sup of the champagne. They're going to need something stronger than this. “Don't let appearances deceive you, my Lord.” Rapunzel is the first to come to mind. “I raised my stepchild for eighteen years just for them to run away, marry, and become the new prince of the kingdom. That's why I can genuinely say I'm sorry for you. I'm sure that ungrateful lot acted like what you did for them was never good enough once they married.” Perhaps they have more in common than they know.