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Banging Time Machine {Multiple Characters x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.6k

Warnings: Dimension traveling, angry/confused men, threats of violence, sex pollen, dubious consent due to sex pollen, m/m action, m/m anal sex, oral (male and female receiving), jerking off, gang bang actives, multiple partners, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie for days, circle jerk, tit fucking, soft aftercare. 

Comments: Statesman has developed a time machine that will allow agents to go back and correct wrongs. When a malfunction occurs, it starts pulling men through the portal from other dimensions. Men who are very similar to Jack Daniels. One such man accidentally is pulled through with a plant that has a very…amorous affect on everyone when you are exposed. 

A/N: We wanted to start the New Year’s off with a bang!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR’S everyone! I hope 2022 is amazing for each and every one of you. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

Mood Board by @danniburgh​

Working for Statesman has its perks. Access to the latest technology was one such perk, and using it to right wrongs and make the world a better place was another. You were the good guys, working in shadows and not known beyond other independence intelligence agencies, but that wasn’t supposed to be about the recognition. It was about saving lives and protecting people, nations. With the newest toy you had at your disposal, you could go back and correct mistakes made on missions, meaning that Statesman would never fail at their mission again. It’s already been proven to work, going back and saving the senior field agent from making a colossal mistake that would cost him everything. 

That agent, Whiskey, is now just as committed as he had been before the idea of drugs had caused him to lose his head and think about his own selfish desires rather than the mission. “Cola, I’m gonna need you to fire up that machine, I’m comin’ in hot and I need to go back to 10 hours ago.” Whiskey’s voice comes through your comms and you look up at the monitor in your lab to see his helmeted face staring at you. He was in the Pony Express, expression grim. 

You quickly prepare the machine and when Whiskey strides into your lab, you toss him the device you developed to bring him back and he catches it. “Be back in a flash sweetheart” He winks and disappears into the portal, the light flashing, and you speak into your comms to make sure he can hear you. “You get there okay Jack?” You ask. 

“So-so-thing-wrong” The line crackles and you panic. 

“Jack! Jack? Can you hear me?” You shout into the comms.

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Din breaking out of restraints just to touch you after being teased for far too long... yeah, so if possible could you maybe expand upon this idea with your beautiful writing? if not I understand ☺️💖

A/N: Din Djarin x F!Reader. Rough Smut. Bondage.

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. You know it.

You feel it beneath you - around you.

The tension radiating off the Mandalorian who is tied and trussed to a headboard in this cheap room for rent.

It’d been a break - a place to take a breath because the bounties had doubled - tripled - and you had put your foot down.

I’m not a machine, Mando. I can’t do this day after day without a single moment to rest.

He’d tilted his helmet - surveying you - his fingers curling into a fist. You thought he’d refuse - thought he’d kick you to the curb. After all, you weren’t a critical piece for him. You were a helper - an assistant and a girl he occasionally fucked the life out of.

He exhaled sharply and you averted your eyes. That black visor was intimidating - cold and unreadable just like Mando’s voice. He stepped forward - his gloved hand rough across your jaw as he forced your face up to his.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I...I forget that not everyone is built like me.”

You’d run over those words ever since he’d said them. You stroked them - felt them up - as he took you to this strange motel in Tatooine. You pondered them - analyzed them - used them to try to dig into the meat that was technically your boss and very much your bedfellow.

Built like me.

He’s a warrior. He had been molded to it - the most fearsome bounty hunter in the galaxy. Always in control and always aware and three steps ahead.

In the small room - dank and dark and smelling like old water - Mando strides inside. He surveys the interior - taking note of exits and entrances and how thin the walls are. You watch him - nearly choking at how huge he looks. He’s a shadow in front of the door - taking up all the space - blocking any light from the hall. He moves forward, crossing the room and then looming above you his moon-shine Beskar. You swallow.

But - then he begins to rub the back of his neck - a gesture that makes him far more human than usual.

“Sorry,” he shrugs - tone sheepish. “This place is a dump.”

You don’t care because something has begun to burn between your legs. It pulses and throbs and slips through your veins and it’s all because Mando had told you - not everyone is built like me.

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He’s shirtless and you savor the way his mucsles bunch and flex as he yanks hard on the restraints. His helmet is still on - his pants and boots, too. You straddle his waist - your nails scraping across the broad plane of his chest - the curve of his bicep - as you regard him with faux coolness.

You’ve already put him through it. You’ve touched yourself in front of him - shoved your cunt down on the meat of his thigh as he bucked against you.

“I want you,” he grunts. “C’mon - let me touch you - taste you. I’ll eat you out so good, pretty.”

You don’t give him an inch. You tease and press and push as he groans deep and ragged beneath his helmet. You stroke his cock evenly - slow and languorous with your own slick to wet him. You cup his balls - gentle as ever. Mando hates it soft - he does not understand tenderness in sex. It’s just not what he knows.

“You’re on thin ice,” he husks as you scrape your thumb over the head of his dick. “Very...fuck...very thin.”

“Am I?” Your voice is perfectly fine - unbothered. But inside, you’re drowning in adrenaline and the slight twitch of fear. Mando could ruin you - destroy you and each taunt of your hands or pussy or body is another strike against you.

Not everyone is built like me - and oh how it feels to control him like this - to hold yourself over him and have him at your mercy. It feels like power - it is beyond the rest.

He begins to lose words as something almost dangerous rumbles at the back of his throat. His arms are shaking - not violently, but enough to notice. Maybe you’d gone too far - overwhelmed him?

You drop back into his lap and that visor falls on your upturned face as he mumbles a curse. There’s the squeak of the headboard - a crack - before Mando rips his hands down and the rope frays before it breaks.

“Shit,” you murmur just as he grips your waist and hauls you to him. His chest is damp with sweat as he pushes it against yours - the quake of his heavy pants.

“You’re so fucked,” he snarls as he drags you right off the bed and onto the shag carpet.

You can’t even think of the dirt or the potential blood that this carpet has probably seen. You can’t because your mind has fled completely. Mando shoves your knees apart - as he slots his hips between your spread thighs. He’s got his cock in hand and he’s staring down at you - the emotionless mask - the quiet of it - the shine that only reflects your stunned face. He presses the head against the seam of your cunt - draws it through your folds with the slow slide of his pelvis.

“Someone’s drenched,” he remarks flatly as he pushes down against the bud of your sex. “Bet I’ll just slip in, pretty girl.”

You glare at him and he chuckles - low and warm and deliberate.

One gloved hand pins your wrists to the floor - right above your head. You’re on display for him - open legs and weeping cunt and burning burning burning all for him. Only for him and that’s a thought you’ll have to digest later - touch later - figure the fuck out - but later.

He guides his cock into you - notching the head against your entrance as he pushes in a few inches. He rears back - leaving you empty before he jams forward again. It’s a pattern in a tease - the brief heft of him stretching your soaked heat for a moment before he removes it completely.

He seems to enjoy it - groaning quietly as your cunt blooms around him - making room - tugging him inside. He pulls back.

“Mando,” you plead - on the brink of tears.

“Yes?” he asks - smug and amused.

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Fuck me.”

There’s no hesitancy on his part - the beg is only halfway out of your mouth before he surges forward and buries himself to the hilt. You arch - lips parting at the sensation - the fullness as your core goes molten. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a lot. It’s a subtle ache - tons of pressure. Your lower muscles are bearing down upon him - your walls twitching and clenching as he begins to saw his hips - his thick length dragging through the channel of your sex.

“Is this what you wanted?” he mutters into your ear - the edge of his helmet knocking against your face. His pants are rough against your bare skin. He’s enormous - engulfing you with the breadth of him. He possesses you like this - ruins you. Each spear of his cock sends your spine up the floor - each stroke and snap of his hips punches whimpers from your tongue. “Did you want me to take you like this? Fuck you right on the floor like some dirty little - “

Your climax screams through you so suddenly it takes you by surprise. It sings and soars through your belly - your core - the pieces behind your cunt that Mando is plunging so far into that you think he might pierce something vital. It leaves you wet and sloppy as you listen to the suck of your dripping pussy swallow him repeatedly.

“That’s it,” he praises. “That’s it - cum all over my cock, my perfect thing.”

That spirits through you and makes you swell - go to liquid.

Perfect thing. My.

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The Warmth

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: After Mando crashes the ship on a freezing planet, your shivering and chattering teeth threaten to keep Mando and his colleague up all night, so Mando is moved to use his body heat to warm you up.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk

A/N: Please don't hesitate to message us or comment if you want to be on our tag list!! Feedback is always very much appreciated <3

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You’ve been Mando’s mechanic for a few months and this is the first time he’s ever done a bounty hunt with a partner. He’s a young man, close to your age and he’s new to the profession, so he sought out Mando (and his carbonite chamber) to help him catch a particularly difficult bounty.

You thought it was nice that Mando agreed to help this kid capture a quarry. Your positive attitude toward the situation was short-lived, however, after you actually met him.

You spent all day with him today, and he exposed himself to be a smug, arrogant asshole whom you cannot wait to see off. You bicker with him more than you do with Mando, which is saying something. Although you secretly enjoy your squabbles with Mando, the same is certainly not true with this guy.

To make matters worse, he and Mando crashed the Razor Crest on an ice-covered planet while fleeing a New Republic patrol ship. And the three of you are now stranded on this freezing sphere until the morning when you and Mando can fix the ship.

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The ship is freezing. You and Mando are on your tiny beds in the Crest’s sleeping quarters, and the annoying tag-along is on a pull-out cot at the end of the room. Each of you are clinging to your skratchy thin blankets, trying to keep warm and fall asleep.

You’re shivering like never before. The pjs you’re wearing are the ones you packed for the hot desert planet on which you were supposed to be spending the night. That is to say, your tiny silk pj set doesn’t cover much.

Your teeth are chattering like crazy; your jaw mechanically trembling and loudly, vibrating your teeth against each other.

“Ughhhh!” The guy says as he sits up in his bed and looks back at Mando.

Mando looks at him while gets up on his elbows and exhales. ”Y/n, can you stop? We’re not gonna be able to get any sleep with your chattering.” Mando says.

“D-do you t-think I’m d-d-doing th-this intentionally?” You respond.

“Maybe if you were wearing more clothes…” The guy mutters.

“S-sorry, but I w-wasn’t planning on y-you and Mando crashing the f-fucking sh-ship on this freezing f-fucking planet.”

“Fuck.” Mando utters as he gets up from his bed, taking his blanket with him. “Scoot over.” He demands approaching your bed.

“W-why?” You ask.

“I’m gonna use my body heat and this extra blanket to warm you up. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass if I have to deal with you getting frostbite.” Mando states sharply.

Your bed is against the wall and you’re lying on your side facing it, with your knees up almost at your chest. You scoot closer to the wall so that your legs are a little over an inch away. Mando splays his blanket on top of you before sliding behind you under the two blankets.

You’re a bit surprised that Mando is willing to do this for you. You can’t recall a time that he touched you when he wasn’t grabbing your arm when you were slipping or unintentionally bumping into you in the cockpit.

Mando slides in right behind your body, almost spooning you, and sets his head down on your pillow.

While pulling the blanket up, your head jerks back and bonks Mando’s helmet. “Ow, Mando, your helmet.” You say.

“Y/n!” The boy says angrily. “Just deal with it so we can fucking go to sleep!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say, sitting up in your bed and looking back at him.

“Everyone shut the fuck up.” Mando barks. “It’s dark enough that I can take my helmet off for the time being. Okay?”

“Spoiled brat always gets her way.” The kid remarks.

“I will kill you.” You bite.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try princess.”

“Both of you shut up.” Mando orders in a deep serious voice as he pulls his helmet off.

He returns his head to your pillow, positioning it almost in the crook of your neck, and his warm breath sends a stroke of heat down your spine.

Your skin is ice cold to the touch, the opposite of Mando’s. With his large, soft hand, he rapidly rubs your arm in attempts to warm your goosebump-covered skin.

You stretch your legs out and he puts one of his legs over yours to warm them. He then moves his hand to your lower thigh and rapidly moves his hand up and down again to try and rid your goosebumps.

You know that Mando is not trying to touch you in any sexual way. His sole purpose is to warm you up so that your teeth will stop chattering and everyone can get some much needed sleep: to share his body heat with you. But you can’t help getting turned on.

His muscular leg is wrapped around yours, weighing you down. He’s breathing heavily in your ear while his hand rubs your thigh. And your body is wrapped in his, your ass right against his crotch. You can feel your panties dampen.

“Fuck how are you so warm?” You whisper, breathing heavily.

Mando doesn’t respond. After feeling like he sufficiently warmed up your leg, Mando moves his hand to rest on his own leg and go to sleep.

But you don’t want him to stop. You want his hand back on your body, partially because it’s so warm, and you are trying not to think about the other reason.

You daringly grab his hand and slowly move it to your stomach under your loose silk tank top— where your skin is sure enough ice cold— and start running it across your tummy. Mando gets the hint and starts mechanically rubbing his large warm hand up and down your stomach.

Your pussy pulses as his knuckles graze the underside of your boob. You let out a faint, high-pitched whimper as you push your butt into his groin, trying to test the waters.

Mando grunts. “Fuck.” He says under his breath as his hand stops moving.

Mando slowly drags his palm up your waist and you put your hand on top of his as it retreats.

“P-please keep touching me, your hands are so warm.” You whisper.

Mando’s hand doesn’t move and he doesn’t say anything, filling your body with nerves as you instantly regret saying that.

After a long, dreadful pause, Mando scoots his body forward, pushing himself into you. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquires in a whispered, raspy voice, right in your ear.

“All over.” You whisper hesitantly. “I– I’m cold everywhere.

“Yeah?” Mando murmurs as he moves his hand back down to your thigh. He strokes it, but much slower than before, caressing your soft skin with his thumb.

“What about here?” He mutters in your ear as he slowly inches his fingers inward and up your thigh.

“Yes.” You breathe out as arousal shoots to your pussy. You squeeze your lips together to try and prevent any moans from escaping as his hand creeps closer and closer to your cunt.

Mando moves his digits up into your short loose shorts and stops them right below your pussy. “You want me to keep going baby?” He whispers into your ear with his lips grazing your earlobe.

Baby. Your cunt pulsates when Mando calls you that. Never in a million years would you ever have imagined that Mando would call you baby.

“Please.” You whimper.

Mando’s fingers make contact with your wet folds as his other hand wraps around your neck and settles gently on your throat. He lifts his thigh off of yours so you’re able to open your legs slightly and let his hand in.

You feel Mando smile against your neck. “No panties, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

You can’t believe Mando is talking to you like this. You can’t believe your employer’s fingers are in your cunt. He is slowly circling your clit with two digits and your mouth falls ajar.

You inadvertently squeak out. “Ahh—”

“Shhhhh gotta keep quiet, okay?” Mando whispers in your ear as he picks up the pace on your bud. You bite your bottom lip and try your best to stay silent.

The guy’s not close enough to hear the whispers you and Mando are exchanging, but he’s certainly within earshot of some things.

Mando moves his thumb to your bud while his other fingers tease your entrance. He slowly pushes his long thick middle finger into your hole. You bite down firmly on your lip as your back arches, driving your butt harder against his stiffening member.

“You like that baby? Mando mumbles as his grip on your throat tightens.

You nod your head, trying to make as little noise as possible, breathing heavily through your nose.

Mando’s soft plump lips wander your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your tender skin. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out of your hole, gradually pulling it all the way out before pushing it back in.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He spits as he grinds his bulge into your ass. Mando’s breathing picks up as his heavy panting in your ear lights a fire in your core.

“Y/n.” Mando breathes in your ear. “Let– let me put my cock in you.”

You nod your head as much as you can with his firm grip on your throat and his face in your neck. Mando removes his fingers from your cunt and you feel him pull out his hardened member.

“Pull your shorts down, will ya?” He whispers tugging at the hem of your pants.

You pull your pjs off your legs and Mando lines his dick up with your entrance. You feel his precum smother against your folds as he slowly begins to push his cock into your hole.

You can’t believe that Mando— your boss essentially— is fucking you. You would have never guessed that this is something Mando would do; that this stoic, no-nonsense Mandalorian would fuck you on his broken down ship just a few meters away from his associate.

You feel overly full of his cock as he finally bottoms out and it’s taking everything in you not to moan. Mando grunts and he starts thrusting into you as his hand wanders up to squeeze and knead your tits.

The two of you are deep under the covers, facing the wall with Mando spooning you. He’s holding your body flush against him as he thrusts into you.

Your mouth is wide open and you’re breathing heavily. His fingers creep up from your throat and find their way to your lips.

“Suck on my fingers.” Mando commands in your ear as he dips two digits into your mouth to silence your heavy breathing.

You do as you're told, sucking his fingers as his cock rams into you over and over again.

Mando grabs your leg and hooks his arm around it, providing him an even better angle to drive into and hitting your G-spot with each thrust.

You try your best to keep your lips sealed around his fingers as drool escapes the corners of your mouth. But your jaw falls open after one particularly hard drive.

“Mmahhhh!” You accidentally squeal out.

Mando withdraws his fingers and slaps his palm over your mouth, muffling the moans that you can barely control. “Shhhhhh, you gotta be quiet.” Mando whispers through his grunts. “....Unless you want him to hear.”

Those words send a pounding force to your pussy as he continues to ram into you with his large hand planted over your mouth.

“You want him to know I’m fucking you baby?” Mando exhales into your ear. “Want him to think you’re a slut?”

Even if his hand wasn’t covering your mouth you wouldn’t be able to respond. His other hand finds its way to your clit and you feel your entire body begin to tense.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” Mando says.

You shake your head while your toes curl up, squealing under his palm.

“Ughn. That's it. Good girl.”

Just then your orgasm rushes through your body, your cunt fluttering and pulsating on Mando’s length while your body spasms.

“Fuck. I can feel you clenching down on my cock. You’re so tight.” Mando breaths out, moving his hand up flat against your stomach.

“Shit. I’m gonna bust soon baby.”

You pull Mando’s fingers down from your lips.

“Ins-side me.” You manage to choke out.

“Yeah?” Mando says moving his hand down to your throat and gripping it tightly as his pace and force become unbelievable.

You plant your own hand over your mouth because you can tell that Mando can’t focus on quieting you anymore; and all he cares about is ramming into you as hard as possible.

Mando’s grunts and pants in your ear become louder, and he drags his mouth down to your shoulder, biting on your now sweaty skin to suppress his moans.

Mando exhales sharply and you feel his warm juices coat your insides. Mando’s grip on you loosens and you let your hand drop from your mouth as you both lie there, catching your breath.

“Fuck. Why haven’t we done this before?” Mando whispers as he pulls his softening member out of you.

“Because you’re so intimidating and unapproachable.” You quip.

“Yeah? That why you practically dragged my fingers into your cunt? Huh, little girl? Mando counters, wrapping his arm around you.

“How else was I gonna get your cock in me?” You tease.

“Aww you could have just asked me, princess. I would never turn down the opportunity to get between these pretty legs of yours.” Mando replies, rubbing his thumb up your bare thigh.

You lightly chuckle as you pull your shorts up your legs, but Mando’s hand stops you. He growls in your ear. “Keep these off.” Mando mutters, closing his eyes.

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The kid’s annoying ass doesn’t say a word the next morning while you and Mando tend to the ship.

“I wonder if he heard us last night.” You lean over and whisper to Mando, noticing how awkward and uncomfortable the guy looks.

“He definitely heard us.” Mando responds casually without looking up from his tools.

You turn your gaze to Mando. “You think?”

“Yeah. Did you not hear the bed slamming against the wall?”

“….No. It was??”

All you could hear last night was Mando’s deep sexy voice breathing and grunting in your ear. But now that you think about it, it totally makes sense. Not only is your bed really squeaky, but the head of the frame knocks against the wall almost every time you move.

“Yeah, fairly loudly.”

“Shit. Why didn’t you stop?”

Mando scoffs. “I don’t really give a fuck who’s in the room— if you ask me to fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He puts down his tool and looks directly at the boy. “Besides, maybe now he’ll think twice about being a smart-ass to you, princess.”

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My Deepest Desires

Oberyn Martell x Reader

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Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, slight spanking, use of sex toys, slight degradation (Oberyn calls you his filthy little whore, which is an absolute blessing in my book), cum play, TONS of butt play, anal sex. I think that’s it lol

 A/N: okay y’all… this one gets dirty, straight up FILTHY, ok? My heart fucking leaped from my chest when I wrote it lmfao. If butt stuff isn’t your thing, pls move along. You have been warned. 

-     As always, this can be tied directly to the beauty that is the Insatiable Series

-     ALSO I am SO sorry I forgot to post this yesterday lmfao)

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           “O – Oberyn,” you stutter out, gasping lightly at the sudden pressure.

           “Shh…” he coos, dipping his head down to nuzzle into your neck. “Just relax, little one. Let me take care of you.”

           He pours more of the scented liquid over your backside, using one of his hands to spread your cheeks and allowing the oil to pour over himself, too. He’s nestled between your lovely little curves, lubing you up in preparation for what’s to come. Oberyn fists his cock, rubbing the oil up and down his length before repositioning himself at your hole. Then, he returns to you, bending over and resting his chest against your back. He kisses your ear, the hand not on his cock rising to rub your shoulder as he whispers to you.

           “Are you ready, little one?”

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a friend of mine once said “the bb in BB-8 stands for Bad Bitch” and I think about that every day

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tis ‘shemar moore is dead’ tumblr ad season my dudes

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Lost (blurb)

Chip Taylor x Male Reader

A/N: this was for another amazing fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins! This is my sfw fluffy fic for @broken-stardust and I just had to do this idea with chip as soon as I saw the prompt!!!! I've got so many fics prewritten now! Just gotta find some sliver of time to post them lol

Summary: Reader has lost something precious to them, and someone unexpected finds it.

Warnings: no- this is the fluffiest shit ever lol though there are a few swear words

Word count: 756 Main Masterlist

Shit- oh my god where is she, oh my god where the fuck is she? She couldn't have gotten far, I mean, this park isn't that big. The only downside is that she isn't that big either…

Who knows where she could've gotten, and maybe she hadn't even run away. Maybe, she was stuck in some bush somewhere wondering where her Daddy was.

I swear I had never run so fast in my life trying to look in every nook and cranny this park had. My mind was also running as fast as me, analyzing every which way she could've gone. If I ever found her I would never let her out of my sight ever again, and I certainly wasn't tying her leash to a pole again.

I ran up to the closest people I saw near me next, asking them if they had seen her run off somewhere looking for the next big smell, or the nearest hot dog she could've nabbed from a picnic table. And, of course no one had seen her anywhere, which either meant she ran off so fast that no one saw, or that she was still nearby.

"Sir? Is this dog yours?" I then whipped my head around to find the source of the noise, which happened to be coming from right behind me. After focusing my eyes to find the voice I saw the tall lanky man who held the leash that was attached to the sweet girl I had been missing.

I recognized him immediately as a regular that lived in the trailer park just down the block. The one time I chatted with him he had said he comes down here to see a nice park that wasn't littered with so much trash. And, I'm pretty sure he wasn't only referring to the litter.

"Oh, Chip, thank you so much!" I practically sprinted and yelled over to him. My baby girl was wagging her tail proudly, trying to run around in circles to catch her tail as usual. I'm sure in her head she was saying 'look who I found Dad! It's that man you rant to me about how cute he his!'

If I didn't know any better I'd have sworn she did it on purpose, I had just been saying to her last night after a bottle of wine how I wish I had the courage to approach him again with a conversation. Now I had no choice, but I was so relieved that I had found her that my nervousness was thrown out of the window quickly.

"Hey, I found something of yours." He joked a little, flashing his smile that he undoubtedly didn't know how adorable was.

"Oh, Chip, how can I ever repay you!?" I gasped and fell to my knees, scratching my puppy all the places that she loved. She did seem happy to see me thankfully, I would've assumed she was trying to get away from me if she wasn't so obsessed with running away no matter who was with her.

"You don't need to repay me, but it would be nice to talk to you more often." He was looking at his shoes and mine, seemingly embarrassed by his cute little request.

Once I stood up I then dipped my hand tentatively underneath his chin, grazing across his scratchy cheeks to tilt his jaw up. Now that his eyes were pointed at mine again, I leaned forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. And, I loved the little scratches I felt again, though this time it was across my lips.

When I pulled away his eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed the brightest red I had ever seen on someone. My own cheeks were a little heated now, but I was able to keep my chin high enough to say, "I can promise that, Chip."

He then handed me the leash attached to my baby with shaky hands. I grabbed it eagerly, while also sneakily making sure my hand grazed his nimble fingers.

I gave him a little wave back, and a small smile before giving him my goodbye, "Thank you, Chip, I'll see you around" And, next time, I was definitely getting his number to put in my contacts.

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First look at Oscar Isaac in MOON KNIGHT 

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Guess who's posting tonight? 😜

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Imagine if instead of fleeing Kamino, Jango and Boba went and blended in amongst the clones and watched as Obi-Wan ran circles around the place trying desperately to figure out where the hell they went

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SPENCER REID IN EVERY EPISODE:

Criminal Minds S01E01: Extreme Aggressor

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Just watched this for the first time earlier this week!

Trick ‘r Treat (2007) Directed by Michael Dougherty

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🎃 In space, no one can hear you scream. x

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THE MANDALORIAN as a horror/thriller 🔪  [layout]

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Promotion - (duke leto atredies x fem!reader)

A/N: holy shit this one took me forever and im so happy to be done with it lol. big shoutout to my best bud cass for forcing me to finish this mf. i needed to get all my pent up love for oscar and his beautiful beard out of my system so here ya go. sorry mom. (and cass) :’)

also idk shit about dune so im sorry if this is wildly inaccurate, im just really out here vibin and being in love with oscar’s beard dont come for me please

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: ahahaha *cracks knuckles* alright SO first off this is pwp, NSWF, 18+, mature, not for children, etc. I stg if you’re under age and read this shit im gonna slap you. so they have sex surprise surprise, holding of an orgasm, kind of a dom x sub dynamic but not really, oral sex (m giving f recieving), orgasm (both m and f), oscar isaac needs his own warning who are we kidding.

(not sure who the GIF is by but if i had to guess i would say ms. taylor over at @/damerondjarin

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The sound of your boots clacking on the heavy gray floor resounded through the towering hallways as you walked. Chewing on the meat of your lip helped to focus your racing mind. Your eyes were cast towards the dark slate of the floor and you almost missed the turn into Duke Leto’s throne room.

Pausing a moment to force your thumping heart to calm itself, you faced the great stone laden door. You blinked a few times and steadied the hands jittering at your sides. Taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the door.

A long roll of velvet struck the room creating a divide that seemed to originate from it’s heart. A throne sat in the center of the room, it’s legs and top decorated with rare jewels from the depths of Arrakis. A chill wafted over you and as soon as your boots met the pristine velvet you knelt, honoring the man watching from his jeweled perch.

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The Monster You Know

Pairing: Monster!Max Phillips x F!Reader

Word Count/Rating: 6.3k / EXPLICIT (18+ only, bye minors)

Warnings: Monsterfucking, some angst, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), cockwarming, some body worship, size kink and lil bit of praise kink

Summary: There's a surprise visit at your office. It doesn't go how you might think.

A/N: I said take monsterfucking and make it soft and emotional. Unbeta'd. Additional notes at the end. Again if you're tagged and this isn't your thing, no hard feelings in the slightest.

You’ve been ignoring the messages on your inter-office chat all morning. There was a kind fifteen minute reprieve before the first one chimed. You'd barely figured out just how deep of a hole you'd need to dig yourself out of with work.

Sami: The prodigal daughter has returned!!

Linsey: With details?

Curtis: 👀👀👀

They’ve been at it since then, a variety of messages and gifs all designed to poke and prod you into spilling info beyond the “I’m alive” text you sent to your group chat the past two mornings as you called out sick from work. As though you would type out the filthy details of your past 48 hours on a work computer. Did they not take the same sexual harassment course as you?

Beyond not wanting to get flagged by HR, you’re also left puzzling another very important question. It hadn’t come up between rounds of getting your back blown out (seriously, there’s a slight twinge in your lower back now) and you’re left wondering if telling other people that Max is literally a monster is something you’re even allowed to do.

Max doesn’t seem to have too many qualms, considering you’re a nearly random woman he revealed that fact to, but since the existence of honest-to-god monsters isn’t the headline of every major news source maybe it is a secret for you to keep. Either way, you’re not entirely sure how to discuss the life-altering sex you’ve been having without bringing it up. The horns and wings, and not to mention his tongue, were half of the fun.

You want to text Max and ask, but it seems like a strange thing to message out of the blue rather than having a one-on-one chat about it. Plus, if the government is tapped into your phone, it might be best to not discuss those details where someone could easily read it. No need to have Max getting kidnapped and tested on weighing heavy on your conscience.

When lunch finally rolls around they’re practically ravenous. Curtis hardly waits for the elevator to close before he asks, “So is he packing? He has to be packing, right?”

There’s a beat of silence before you all erupt into laughter. You pat Curtis on the arm and tell him, “Yeah, man. He’s big.”

“Maax,” you playfully whine. “You have to let me go.”

He has you caged in next to the doorway – his wings creating a little bubble for you both to stand in. It had been a struggle to make it this far. Max has tried every dirty tactic and now he’s busy assaulting the spot he already knows you like on your neck. Perceptive bastard.

He barely raises his lips off of you to reply. “I don’t think I have to do anything, lamb.”

You try to ignore the way he’s shifting his thigh into position between your legs. “Well if you don’t want me to be fired and then homeless, you do. Don’t you have a job you should be at too?”

You hope that turning the tables on him will help. Maybe the reminder of some of his own responsibility will be enough for him to let you go. It fails spectacularly.

“Yes,” Max replies, his large hand sliding under your shirt. “I’ve been working while you sleep.”

He doesn’t sleep. Or at least not much. You had guessed at that with Max being awake every time you reopened your eyes, but you hadn’t actually asked. There wasn’t much of a chance to discuss it anyway between the numerous sexual acts you’d taken part in, as well as the necessities of sleeping and eating. Thinking got a lot harder while your stomach growled during your fifth orgasm of the day.

“Do you work remote?” you ask. Your breath hitches when Max presses his firm thigh just a little harder into you, but you try to act otherwise unaffected. It’s a ridiculous game to be playing with him, but you need to make it out the door. Getting fired or even reprimanded by your boss is not on your preferred agenda for the day.

Max, to his credit, goes right along with your game. Of course he has the fun part while you’re forced to try and act like this isn’t exactly what you want. Not fair in the slightest. You’re already plotting ways to get him back for this. “Not all the time. Doesn’t matter when you’re the boss.”

You don’t have a good comeback for that. “Right, well. Not all of us are bosses and mine isn’t going to believe I’m still sick without going to a doctor. So unless you’re also one of those, you need to let me go.”

Max’s hand that had been slowly inching under your waistband stops. You wish that he could keep going, that you could spend another day wrapped in his big arms and wings, but it’s just not realistic. You’ve already pushed it and you really would like to keep your job. It’s not the greatest, but you have friends who work there and it pays well enough. Even grade A monster dick isn’t worth losing that. Barely.

He’s pouting when he pulls away from you. If it weren’t obvious from the look on his face, he’s even letting his wings droop, like a dog lowering its tail between its legs. One final ploy to get you to stay that very nearly works. If only you didn’t need money to live. Fucking capitalism.

“Sorry, Max. I have to go.”

You move towards the door, watching as Max transforms back into his human appearance. It’s jarring, only having seen glimpses of it over the past few days. You reach out, carding your fingers through his hair where his horns normally cover.

You open the door and leave with a wink. “Bye, handsome.”

You don’t tell them about him being a monster. Not explicitly anyway. When you first sat down at your favorite lunch place you’d had more than half a mind to, but you just couldn’t when it came down to it. Not before talking with Max. It didn’t feel right to divulge his secret, no matter how much you trusted the three people sitting with you.

You find workarounds, little hints to his true nature but nothing overtly saying, yes, he turned into a big monster man and then he fucked me silly for two days straight. The looks on their faces might have been worth that though. Oh well, you can still surprise them with that later.

“No way is that guy stronger than me,” Curtis challenges. You’d just finished telling them how long Max had held you up against the wall for and he’d called bullshit. Said there was no possible way a man could hold any woman up for that long, much less with his dick buried in her. Okay, he’d been less crass about it, but that was the gist.

You shrug. It’s not like you can say it is possible because Max isn’t just a man. “I don’t know what to tell you man, there is a reason I called out for two days,” you answer around a bite of your sandwich. That reason is currently classified, but the wall-fuck certainly factored in.

Linsey pats Curtis’ arm and you feel significantly better about the hit to your friend’s ego. If you know anything about Linsey, she’ll have him feeling like a big, tough man again in no time. Really, Curtis should be thanking you for the no-doubt wonderful evening you’ve just bestowed upon him.

You’re actively avoiding Sami’s narrowed eyes. You know he can tell there’s something more going on, but you’ve already decided against telling them just yet, and if he asks the right question you know you’ll spill.

Maybe Sami is a supernatural creature too with the way he seems to read your mind. The thought pops into your head and you just as soon dismiss it. It’s ridiculous. Just because you met one bona-fide vampire doesn’t mean everyone else around you is some sort of creature too. That’s just absurd.

“Are you going to see him again?” Linsey asks.

“God, I fucking hope so.”

God, it seems, has a funny sense of humor. You’ve spent the last hour and a half since lunch debating on whether or not you should text Max and see if he’s available this weekend when you hear his voice echoing through the office.

At first you think you’re going insane. That somehow your pussy has taken over full operation of your brain and is now making you hallucinate at work. You’re not sure if that’s something that can actually happen, but at this point you’re not willing to rule much of anything out.

You know you’re not going insane when his voice becomes louder, paired with the telling click of your boss’s stilettos and her shrill pitch.

“Oh Max, we are just so thrilled to have you here. I hope you like what you see," Rebecca chirps. You peek up from your desk just in time to see her place a hand on Max’s bicep and squeeze. To think you’d been ready to shame yourself for interpreting her turn of phrase incorrectly when it had very obviously been the way she meant it.

You’re not stupid. You don’t know what you and Max are and a couple days worth of sex does not a relationship make, but your blood boils watching his hand fall over hers, his eyes raking up her body before replying, “So far I’ve loved every inch. I can’t wait to see more, sugar.”

It’s appalling. In more ways than one. You’re not even sure which you’d like to address first – the clear lack of professional behavior, the gross smiles painted on both of their faces, or the fact that he’d been buried in you within the past twelve hours – but all of them have you seeing red.

You can feel Sami’s eyes on you. He’s already figured out what’s going on and is watching to see if his intervention will become required. You’re honestly not sure at this point.

Rebecca’s high pitched giggle is what sets you off. It’s grating to hear and if Max can honestly stand to listen to it that’s his prerogative, but that doesn’t mean the rest of you should be subjected to it. Sami stands up with you, clearly under the impression you’re about to do something stupid. It’s a fair assumption. You’ve been known to do a decent amount of dumb shit.

The moment you clear the cubicle wall, no longer just peeking over top of it, Max’s eyes find yours. He stops in his tracks and you imagine you must look akin to a raging bull – only you’re not the one with the horns in this scenario.

He looks completely human. Of course he does, he’s in a widely public setting, but for a moment you can see him like you did this morning. Shirtless, that teasing strip of hair leading from his belly button to carelessly thrown on pajama pants, his hair ruffled. A few stray longer pieces gently falling over his horns that you couldn’t help but reach out and reposition. He kept his wings out, letting one gently wrap around you, cradling your body closer to his. His eyes glimmered with the ever-shifting flecks of gold, like a star shower that was happening only in his irises. It was the moment you felt like it could be something more than a days long hook-up.

It takes your boss saying your name to make you snap out of the trance you’re in. “Do you know each other?” Rebecca asks. There’s a look on her face that’s more panicked than you’ve ever seen her. At least you know to keep your anger directed at one person and not the pair. You even feel a little bad now that she’s caught in this situation.

“I guess not,” you answer, walking past her and straight for the bathroom. You’re not sure what you’re going to do in there – you went to the bathroom just twelve minutes ago – but it seems better than remaining at your desk.

Your boss and Max continue their tour, considerably less touchy than before. When they head into her office, Curtis pops over the cubicle wall to look for you. He finds Sami and Linsey staring at him instead.

“Uh, wasn’t that-?”

Sami cuts him off. “Yep.”

Your friends are the best. That could be the alcohol talking, but you’re almost certain it’s true when you’re sober too. The role of designated driver is on a weekly rotation and it should be your turn but after the surprise office visit on Thursday, Linsey offered to take it instead. Since she’s a total angel, she didn’t even make you swap with her, just said she’d double up. You very nearly cried. You might now.

“I mean, does he have no sense of decency? He probably didn’t even wash his sheets before moving to his next conquest, it’s disgusting.” You’ve been at this for a while. It’s another credit to your friends that they have the patience to put up with you, but they get it. Your hurt feelings are well within your right.

“Don’t worry about him anymore,” Sami says. “At least you got some good sex out of him and found out he was a piece of shit early on.”

Sami has a point. Both yours and his last relationships had ended with your boyfriends revealing that they were huge tools. Yours after you discovered his texts to his buddies degrading you and being pissed about the amount of hours you were working when you were financially supporting him, and Sami when he gave his boyfriend a surprise visit only to find him balls deep in another guy. To find out early on could be a blessing. It still hurts though.

It’s nearing the end of the night, most of the Friday crowd already having called it quits. Linsey and Curtis are making doe-eyes at each other that’s making your stomach twist and you know it’s probably nearing time for you to call it too. At least they can have a nice night together. You really hope they spill the beans on their relationship soon – pretending to not know is starting to take years off your life.

Linsey and Curtis leave first. You and Sami assure them both that you’ll grab cabs or ubers and let them leave without commenting on the way Curtis’ hand dips into Linsey’s back pocket.

“Do they think we’re that dumb?” Sami asks you, watching the bar door close.

You snort over what remains of your beer. “I really don’t know, man. I’m happy for them though. Curtis has been into her since she started.”

Sami clasps a dramatic hand over his heart. “Our sweet little himbo, all grown up.”

A momentary silence stretches between the two of you. This is not the first time you’ve both ended up here, some of the last people remaining in the bar. The beauty of having a friend with the same shit luck in relationships and a matching coping mechanism.

“I am sorry. You seemed really excited about him at lunch yesterday,” Sami says.

Ah. So you’ve hit that point in the night. The emotional one instead of the bitch about your problems in the hopes they go away one.

“I was,” you admit. It sucks to say out loud but it’s true. To make it even worse, the whole kink fulfillment wasn’t even the reason why. You liked Max. He made terrible lewd jokes, had a far too cocky attitude for how soft he was, and had actually laughed at you when you requested an ice pack for your poor overworked vagina, but you liked him.

Of course he had to be an asshole.

"If it makes you feel any better, you did manage to make Rebecca look like she was going to shit herself," Sami offers.

You can't help but smile. The look on your typically unshakable boss's face had been a treat. "Who knew that even she respects girl code."

Sami, ever the saint, covers your bar tab. He tells you he expects the same the next time he has boy troubles and you hope for both your wallet and your friend's happiness that day never comes.

You're still fairly tipsy when you climb into your uber, waving bye to Sami as he continues to wait for his. Alone with your thoughts, you're helpless as they drift to Max.

You feel like an idiot for thinking there was something more between you. It was obvious now that Max had used you for his own pleasure and when you decided you actually needed to return to your own life, you became unimportant in his. Probably just another notch in a bedpost that's likely been whittled to a toothpick.

Your driver is unfortunately chatty. Some young college kid doing this job to try and make ends meet and doesn't know when to keep quiet. He probably still has the romantic idea in his head that he might be some soothsayer for a downtrodden rider. Somehow he doesn't know that role is only for old men with grizzled beards or weird hippie women.

"What has you so down?" The kid asks.

You want to roll your eyes, potentially tell him to fuck off. Emotions and alcohol get the best of you.

"Found out a guy I slept with didn't feel the same way," you answer.

"How do you know?"

You expected sympathy, not a question like that. It's a little intrusive, but you like his gumption. "He came into my office and was all over my boss."

"Yikes, dude! That blows." Yeah, certainly not a secret paragon of worldwise advice.

You huff. "Tell me about it."

"Man, if I were you I'd be over there chewing him out. Blowing you off is one thing but to go for your boss? Low blow," he says, making a shockingly slow right turn.

"To be fair he didn't know it was my boss," you pause. "That might be worse."

He lets out a low whistle. "Like I said, I'd be tearing that guy a new one."

You consider it for a moment. Realistically, you and Max owe each other nothing. You had a few days of mind-blowing sex with no set plans to see each other again and that was it. He could move on whenever and however he saw fit. Something still burns in your gut though. An anger you know you’ll carry unless you get some answers. Fuck it.

“Could you actually take me to this address?” you ask, holding out your phone for the kid to read.

“Oh hell yeah, lady! Let’s get you some justice!”

On the list of intelligent decisions you’ve made in your life, listening to a college aged uber driver is not high. It is certainly higher than the time you decided to eat an entire funnel cake and then ride the Twister (you were 22 at the time) and higher than the time you tried to work a twelve hour shift on two hours of sleep while sick and hopped up on flu medicine (look, 22 wasn’t a good age for you) – but still, on your list of smart choices, this is not going to be in the top ten any time soon.

You give your driver a 5-star rating and a high five when you get out of the car before marching up to the apartment building’s door. There’s an immediate roadblock. The buzzer.

You blame adrenaline and the remaining effects of booze for you failing to remember this key hurdle. It’s not like you could just buzz Max to let you up. He probably wouldn’t and it would completely ruin your surprise attack.

“Fuck,” you mutter, weighing your options. Your uber has already taken off and you’ve come this far. You need to see it through.

You press one of his neighbor’s buttons. They don’t respond. You try another. Again no reply. Third times the charm? Nope. You try the first one again. Nothing.

You take a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself before you lose it entirely. This always works in movies, why isn’t this working? You try the first one a third time.

This time, a very annoyed voice comes through the speaker. There is a god! “What do you want?”

“Um hi, yeah I need someone to buzz me in.”

“Why?”

Okay, time to think of a good lie. Something to get you inside. “I need to yell at one of your neighbors.”

No! Stupid! Why would you say that? Now they’ll never let you in!

“4C?” the voice from the speaker asks. It takes you aback and you double check Max's address on your phone. 4C.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Go ahead, dude’s a dick. If you kill him though please don’t tell the cops I let you in.”

“You got it.” You don't even remember what apartment button you pressed anyway.

The door lock unlatches, allowing you entry. The stairs look daunting in your current state and you slip off your heels, risking the dirty floors to a rolled ankle.

When you get to his door, you have the thought to message someone where you're at. He didn't kill you last time, but you never know. Things could change.

You send a message to Sami.

You: At Max's. If I don't message by morning assume I'm dead.

It's a little dramatic, sure, but the point comes across when Sami replies almost instantly.

Love of my life😻: What do you mean, at Max's

You: I mean I'm outside his apartment door rn and I'm gonna yell at him

Love of my life😻: If you die I'm telling everyone at your funeral about how you thought a blow job literally meant blowing air on a dick until you were seventeen

You: Fine

It's a risk you're willing to take. If Sami tells everyone that he'll have to include how the guy actually came from that too. It was the best part of the whole story.

You shove your phone back into your purse, taking a moment to collect yourself before pounding on the door. There's a muffled yell from the other side and the telltale sound of approaching footsteps. No turning back now.

The door swings open to reveal Max in a look you can only call Friday night in chic. He's wearing what looks to be silk pants and a large fluffy robe that you had eyed but left alone during your extended stay. You're guessing from the large strip of his chest you can spot that he's shirtless, probably to allow his wings to unfurl. His eyes are wide at your sudden appearance.

"I- you- lamb?"

You push past him, storming into the apartment. The ambiance of the room does not match your energy. It's lit in the soft yellow glow of incandescent bulbs and calming piano music you aren't refined enough to identify lilts through the air. There’s the soft scent of lavender in the air and if it weren't for the book and wine glass filled with what can only be blood, you would think he has company over. Is he wining and dining himself?

The peaceful atmosphere of the apartment throws you a bit, but you refuse to let it distract you from why you came here in the first place. You spin on your heel, turning to face Max. He still seems to be processing your presence and before he can get a word out you yell the question that’s been rattling around in your head since Thursday afternoon.

“What the fuck was that?”

The apparent randomness of your question is enough to jar him. “What was what?”

“Don’t pretend. You were all over her. Sugar? Is that your thing, do you come up with a little nickname for each new partner to make them feel special? That’s sick, you know.”

You hate the look on Max’s face. It’s one of surprise but also intrigue. As though he just had a eureka moment that he’s now going to use against you. His eyes flash gold. “Are you jealous?” he asks.

You scoff. “Jealous? You think I am jealous?”

Unbelievable. Truly. More so than his horns and wings, this turn of events is simply unbelievable. You came here to yell at him for his disgusting and perverse display in a place of business and he tries to turn it around on you.

You watch as some of Max’s features become more monstrous. His eyes shift color, ears becoming pointed once again, and those stupid, ridiculous horns make themselves known. The effect they have on you is infuriating. You’re rooted to the spot, staring at him with open disbelief, waiting for him to say something more.

Max walks towards you, and you can see his body grow larger with each step. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder why he doesn’t just keep his size at all times. He would certainly be marked as a large man, but nothing too out of the ordinary. As soon as you begin to ponder over it, you admonish yourself. You didn’t come here to wonder about his human disguise. You came here to yell and you aren’t done yet.

“You really have some nerve, you know that? And to think I had just told my friends about you too,” you shout.

Max’s smile only widens, his arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your jaw is tiny in his palm, easily cradling it entirely while his thumb gently passes over your lips, effectively silencing you.

Your pulse is racing. You want to push him off, tell him that he can go fuck himself in a fit of righteous glory, and strut back out into the night. Instead your breath shudders, letting Max take his time looking at you before he speaks again.

“It’s okay to be jealous, little lamb. Did you think I would show her all of this?” he asks.

You know your eyes give you away. He managed to hit the nail on the head, a truth that you barely allowed yourself to fully process or consider. Max moving on so quickly had only been part of the pain.

What hurt even more was that you had thought yourself special, that for whatever reason, he had revealed himself to you and no one else, only for that idea to come crashing down in seconds. It was stupid and more than a little selfish, but it was true. To think there was even the smallest chance that he would easily reveal himself to Rebecca as he had to you was unbearable.

Max offers you a small pout. You want to bite his stupidly plush lower lip. "My sweet little lamb."

You don't want to give in. You want to hold your ground, yell a bit more, maybe even throw something and yet, you can't help but relax into his touch. His body pressing against yours still feels better than anyone else's ever has and you can feel your resolve slipping.

Max leans down and just before he kisses you he whispers, "There's only you."

You let your purse fall to the floor. Max's lips slot over yours like they're meant to be there, slow and careful. Your anger melts beneath him.

Max's tongue slips between your lips and the kiss grows more heated. Your hands fumble, finding the tie around his robe and pushing it from his shoulders. Once it falls Max picks you up, walking you to his bedroom while trailing gentle bites and kisses down your neck. The bruises he left earlier this week have begun to heal and he seems intent on refreshing them, leaving you marked as his.

He sets you down gently on the bedroom carpet, guiding your lips back to his. His hands slide over your body, pulling at your clothes as though he wants to take them off. For some unknown reason he’s stopping himself and you move back from the kiss. “You can take them off,” you tell him.

“Are you sure, lamb?” Max is looking deeply into your eyes, as though he’s searching for a different answer than the one you just gave.

“Yes.”

He takes his time – peppering kisses between each layer you have on. When you’re left in just your bra and panties, he lays you back against the bed, worshipping every exposed inch. He mumbles gentle words into your skin, ones that you barely catch until he’s lavishing attention along your collarbones.

“So perfect, too good for me, thought I lost you…” The last one makes you pause.

You wind your fingers into his hair, careful to avoid his horns, and gentle tug until you’re able to bring his face back up to yours. “What do you mean, thought you lost me?” you ask. You're gentle about it, trying not to seem judgemental or break the nearly reverent atmosphere.

Max looks embarrassed, like he got caught spilling a secret he didn’t mean to share. He can’t hold your eye when he answers. “I thought you were done with me. That after you left Thursday morning I’d never see you again.”

Your heart breaks a little at his tone, but even more so you’re confused. “Why would you think that?”

You sit up on the bed, cradling Max’s face in your hands. You give him time to answer, slowly tracing a finger over his defined facial features. There’s a knit in his brow, as though he’s trying to puzzle things out for himself.

“You didn’t stay and I never got to ask to see you again. You said bye.”

You’re still not sure you’re understanding. “I had to go to work, Max. You had my number, you could have called or texted.”

Max huffs, sitting up with you. The memory foam dips with his larger weight, tilting your body into his. “Most- most people don’t stick around after. I figured you’d had your fill and wanted to be done with me.”

You can see the hurt on his face. There’s no way for you to know how many people have rejected, rebuffed, or used Max over the years. Hell, you don’t even know how long Max has been alive for, but you don’t need numbers to understand pain. To know what it is to not be appreciated or even somewhat cherished.

You climb into Max’s lap, wrapping your arms around him as far as they will go and bury your head into his chest. The chill of his skin doesn’t bother you, even as his arms fall around your shoulders and wrap you in a frosty hug.

“I’m so sorry, Max.” You know your apology won’t suddenly make things right for him, but you hope that it can at least start to make it better. “I didn’t want to leave. I was already debating if it was weird to text and ask you out for tonight,” you tell him. The honesty feels strange but good, the need to build a wall between yourself and your feelings towards him gone.

You begin to press chaste kisses into his chest and push against him until he falls back against the mattress, your body draped across him. “Max, can I show you just how much I wanted to stay?”

Max nods, shifting his hips to help you as you slide his pants and boxers off. He’s only half-hard and you’re already wondering how you’re going to take him. In your days spent with him, oral was something he never pushed. You had asked at one point, wanting to reciprocate, and he’d redirected by fingering you instead. Well, we’ll figure it out as we go.

You lick a broad stripe up your palm, taking him in hand and start to slowly pump, feeling him harden under your steady ministrations. You keep your eyes on his face, watching as his head tips back into the pillows. He’s still holding onto parts of his human visage and you can’t help but wonder why. If it’s more comfortable that way, like not lying on his wings you understand, but holding the rest of it in can’t be truly relaxing.

“Max?” you say, running your free hand over his brow. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”

Max’s twitches in your hand and you watch as he appears in his full glory before you. He's breathtaking, laid out underneath you like this.

You move down his body, positioning yourself between his muscular legs. Max's eyes remain trained on you as you begin to kiss down his stomach, skipping down to his thighs. You murmur words of affection between each press of your lips.

It doesn't take long before Max is moaning beneath you, beads of precum starting to trail down his cock. When he speaks, Max's voice hits a deep pitch that travels right to your own pooling arousal. "Stop teasing me, lamb."

You move away from him, eliciting a whine that stops short when he realizes what you're doing. You take off your bra and panties, tossing them to the floor, and then swiftly turn back to Max and wrap your lips around his cock.

His hands jump to you in surprise – not forcing you further down, but instead moving your hair out of the way. You swirl your tongue around the fat head, moaning at the slightly salty taste of his precum. You're only able to take half of him before you can feel the edges of your gag reflex giving you warning.

Your hand covers what you can't otherwise fit, pumping him while bobbing your head. The noises coming from Max are sinful. He doesn't even need to breathe and yet his voice is catching, making you wonder when the last time anyone did this for him was.

You can't help yourself. Watching Max fall apart beneath you, knowing that you're the one making him feel this good is getting you worked up. You slip your hand down, gathering some of your own arousal before circling your clit.

Max's eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing and his hips buck, making you gag. You pull off to catch your breath, a line of spit still connecting your lips to his cock. When you go to wrap your lips around him again he stops you, a single finger under your chin.

"Won't be able to last, babe."

You can't help but smile at the compliment. Max's eyes are half lidded, a dopey look on his face that allows his fangs to peek through.

"Come here," he rumbles.

His hands are already inching down towards you as you climb over top of him but you bat them away. You're plenty aroused and you don't want to wait – feeling the stretch of him will be worth it.

You position him at your entrance, taking your time as you sink down onto him. You brace yourself on Max's chest, fingertips digging into his pecs. Max doesn't seem you care, his own hands firmly holding onto your waist.

Once you're finally able to take every inch you pause, taking a moment to feel him inside of you. You lean down, pressing more kisses and praise into him before starting to roll your hips.

"F-fuck, Max. You're so b-big. Handsome."

You push your hand behind Max's head, angling it so that your foreheads press together as you increase your speed. His irises are swirling, reminding you of when glitter is spun in a glass.

Max shifts slightly, somehow pushing deeper into you. You're certain you're leaving indents in his chest from how tightly your fingers flex, but Max only groans with pleasure beneath you.

"Close," you moan, your hips losing their rhythm.

Your vision flashes white, little stars appearing, your legs shaking as you clench down around Max. You can feel that he's close too, and in a haze you pull his head closer, placing soft kisses over every inch of his horns.

The combined sensations of you fluttering around his cock and lavishing attention on his horns is too much for Max to handle. He hardly warns you, not that you have the presence of mind to care, before cumming deep inside of you.

Neither one of you attempts to move. You flop your head down onto Max's chest, mindlessly stroking his bicep. Max's hand is running along your spine, making a chill run through you. He chuckles when your body twitches from it.

You look up towards him and smile. "Do you believe that I want you now?"

He kisses the top of your head. "I believe you, lamb. Give me a few minutes and I'll show you how much I want you."

There's a knock at the door. You're surprised, considering you hung up with the pizza place only 5 minutes ago, but you shrug and go to answer it anyway. You double check the knot on the robe – Max's fluffy one, now yours, before opening the door.

The knocks increase in urgency and you open the door just as the person's fist comes down again.

"Ow, shit!" you yell, holding your head where you were just inadvertently punched.

Max is next to you before you can even look up at your attacker. "Who the fuck are you?"

A familiar voice answers him. "I'm here to make sure my best friend isn't dead, asshole."

The pain is already subsiding and you look to see Sami standing in front of you, looking pissed. Right. The text you were supposed to send. Oops.

Additional note: I am blown away by the response monster Maxie got and honestly I'm having a ton of fun with him. Please feel free to send me asks and questions about him, I would love to add to this silly little series with more chapters, headcanons, whatever!! I want to answer whatever questions you've got

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