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errythinisblue · 3 years ago

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Hi! You probably don't know me but I utterly adore you and your blog 😍 can you pls sth about dad! Rúben based on a pic where he's like on holiday with his wife and daughter and he's like looking out of the window with his baby, like sharing a really cute moment. Thank youuuuuu I love youuuu ❤❤❤ (I can send you the pic if you want) TONY

OMG you’re so kind, you’re gonna make me emotional my dearest TONY anon! 💓💓💓 you and your request with dad! Rúben have really made my day! LOVE YOU LOTS! And I hope you’ll like this!💗💕

Portuguese holidays.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: This is how your Portuguese holidays start: surrounded by family and love, in a dreamy house and with a beautiful surprise too.

Warnings: a few sexual innuendos at the end, that’s it!

gif credits to @ruben-dias

Isabel Dias was the sun in yours and Rúben’s lives. She was such a cute little girl, with light brown hair just like her dad had when he was a baby, and the biggest, roundest Y/E/C eyes. She had the same soft look her father had in his brown orbs, and her kindness showed even through her simple actions. She wasn’t even one yet, and you all were completely smitten with her.

Isabel was born last year on the 25th of July, and she indeed was a little Leo girl. She had a strong personality and she was a natural leader, you could already tell as she bossed her dad and uncle around; but that was probably too easy even for her, because Rúben and Ivan fought most of the time to gain her attention. You loved to see how much your baby girl was comfortable around Rúben’s family, and you were absolutely ecstatic at the thought you would be spending all summer, including Isa’s first birthday, with them in Portugal.

You decided it was fair for your little family to be spending the summer holidays in your boyfriend’s home country; you knew how much family meant to Rúben, and how much he missed it when he was in Manchester, since he only had his brother there with him apart from you and Isa. And this showed when you explained your idea to him, because as soon as you asked him what he thought about going to Portugal for the summer, you could see his eyes sparkle with pure joy.

That joy never left his spirit not even for a second; if it was possible it only increased once you landed in Portugal. His parents were already waiting for you at the airport, and you could see their happy faces as soon as they saw you walk towards them: you were holding Isabel by her chubby hands as she was still wobbly on her little legs, since she started taking her first steps not too long ago; Rúben walked by your side with your bags in his hands and his eyes focused on his daughter’s movements, as he encouraged her like he would always do.

“Good job princesinha!” he told his daughter with his high pitched, sweet voice that he reserved just for her, “Look at you, you’re doing so good!”

“C’mon Isa, just a few steps more and you can hug your grandparents, c’mon!” you told her as you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, watching as her face scrunched up in concentration, another trait she picked from Rúben.

“Olá Isabel! Hi!” Rúben’s mother showered Isabel with kisses as soon as she was in her arms, “You grew up so much little one!”

Your boyfriend circled your waist with his arm as the two of you were watching the sweet exchange between your daughter and her grandparents; her avós, that was how Rúben called them to try and teach her some portuguese words, even if she was only babbling as for now. Of course it wasn’t the first time they saw her, they were in Manchester with you when Isa was born, but it would always be something special to see them reunite, to see Isabel bond with them and get acquainted with her portuguese roots.

“When did she get so big??” Rúben murmured as he looked at your daughter laughing, as his father tickled her belly.

“I was wondering the same thing really,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder, “she looks so at ease with them.”

“She does!” he agreed, “I wouldn’t want to sound too eager but… do you know what that means?”

“I don’t really, no,” you shook your head smiling as you turned your head to look at him, “but tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?? I can see the cogs turning.”

“That means that mummy and daddy can finally have some alone time while we’re here,” your boyfriend said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking down at you, “like… I could whisk you away for a romantic dinner, and we could finally enjoy a real date, only me and you…”

“This sounds so tempting…” you wrapped your hands around his arm, pressing your forehead to his shoulder and leaving small kisses on his warm skin as you inhaled his scent; as you raised your face to look at him again, you bit your lower lip at the thought of finally spending some time alone with Rúben. It felt like you didn’t have a proper date night in forever, between his job and his full working schedule, and the little girl that was still giggling in her grandpa’s arms; the two of you were living off little moments snatched here and there when Rúben was home and Isa was asleep peacefully in her crib.

“It does,” he assured, winking at you, “we could even go tonight if you feel like it, I’m sure my parents won’t mind having Isa with them on her first night here… and there’s Ivan too with them, in case they’d need a hand…”

“Yeah, yeah that would be the perfect way to start our holiday!” you nodded enthusiastically, before a giant yawn escaped your lips, “Might have to take a nap before we go though…”

“Well we can go home now and rest, Isa needs to eat and take her nap too by the way.” he said, pressing his lips to your temple in the most caring gesture ever, “Then when we’re done we can leave her with my parents and go out…”

“Sounds like a plan…” you sleepily smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his bigger one and lacing your fingers together, walking behind Rúben’s parents and watching Isa play with her grandma’s hair.

“Don’t hurt your nana princess.” Rúben warned Isabel as he watched her every move.

“Oh don’t worry Rúben, she’s just playing, she won’t hurt me I’m sure…” his mother smiled softly at him, loving her son’s caring side.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that mum, she’s crazy for hair, she manages to pull on mine too, not to mention on Y/N’s longer ones…” Rúben playfully narrowed his eyes at Isabel while he poked her little nose with his finger, “So be aware of my princesinha…” he joked as Isa was making grabby hands to go in her father’s arms, ending up in yours instead as Rúben had to carry your luggage.

“When we’re home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world little one, now be good to your mum, because she’s tired okay?” Rúben talked to Isa as you walked side by side, and the little girl in your arms was listening to every word he was saying nodding her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

Luckily it didn’t take long for you all to get to the house you rented for your holidays; you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you couldn’t wait to get there, but as soon as you stepped inside you fell in love with the place. You were surrounded by white walls and furniture, the wooden floor was a stark contrast to the light colors of the house, but the giant windows enlightened perfectly the space around you. The house was perfect, it was like you always imagined a house in Algarve would be; and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole summer there.

“Do you like it?” Rúben asked you as he left the bags by the door.

“Like it?? Rúben I love it!” you couldn’t contain your happiness, and it showed by the big smile on your lips.

“I knew you would, that’s why I chose this house…” he hugged you and kissed your cheek tenderly, before he pecked Isa’s cheek too as she was still in your arms.

“Do you know how much I love you??” you turned your face towards him, and bumped your nose with his while you looked him straight in the eyes.

“Not more than I love you for sure…” he murmured, almost as if he was out of breath, before he kissed you softly, lovingly on your lips.

That sweet moment between the two of you was cut short by two little hands pushing your faces apart; Isa was looking at you two with a frown on her face, before she dived her head in between yours and Rúben’s faces, in a clear signal she was the one who wanted all the kisses to herself.

“You’re right baby girl, I promised you cuddles, and cuddles it is!” your boyfriend said, circling both you and Isa with his arms and pressing countless kisses on both of your faces.

Once the first cuddles session of the day was over and after you had your lunch, it was time for Rúben to show you what would have been your room for the holidays. As soon as he opened the door, your jaw fell to the floor; you put Isabel down to let her crawl around and explore the room, while you couldn’t believe the beauty you were seeing. The room was full of light, coming from the big windows that were right in front of the bed; a king sized bed, with delicate white linen sheets and what looked like the most comfortable satin cushions, was at your right as you made a few steps in the room in awe of what you were seeing in front of you: the most beautiful view appeared before your eyes, as you stood in front of the window walls.

After Rúben made sure that Isabel was peacefully sleeping in her crib, finally taking her nap, he walked up behind you, taking his hands out of his shorts’ pockets to rest them on your hips.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asked you, referring to the ocean view that was displayed in front of your eyes.

“It is, I-I’m speechless…” you stuttered as you put your hands on top of his that were still on your waist.

“I can tell,” Rúben half laughed in your neck, as he pressed kisses here and there on your soft skin, “do you wanna lay down for a bit? We could enjoy the view even from our bed amor...”

“Yeah, I could definitely use some rest…” you whispered as you leant your head back against his chest, closing your eyes as you relished in the feeling of Rúben’s loving touch.

As soon as he heard your words he took you in his strong arms and carried you to bed, gently laying you down before he laid down beside you; he then opened his arms and patted his chest with his hand, inviting you to lay your head on him. And that’s exactly what you did, you curled up against his body, resting your head on his chest that was barely covered by his tank top; Rúben circled your waist with his arms once again, while he left feather light kisses in your hair, and gently lulling you to sleep.

He acknowledged he fell asleep too, only when Isabel started babbling in her crib, waking him up. He never was a light sleeper, but since your daughter was born it was like he had an instinct that told him when she would need him.

When he turned his head towards Isa’s crib, after he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst of happiness. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around you, and kissed the tip of your nose while he removed some strands of hair that had fallen before your eyes; he then got out of bed, shaking his arms that had fallen asleep after they held you in the same position for probably too long. He covered you up with a comforter, thinking you’d need something to stay warm, seen as you would always rely on him to keep you warm, even during summer times.

“Olá bebezinha…” he murmured to Isabel, as she started to jump on her legs, leaning with her hands on the crib’s edge, “Ohh looks like someone wants to get out of her bed now!” he breathed a laugh through his nose making Isabel giggle too, “Shhh little girl, we don’t want to wake mummy yet, do we?” Rúben took your daughter in his arms and smooched her face as she snuggled into his chest.

After they had their faire share of cuddles once again, Isa pointed to the window wall, silently telling her dad that she wanted to stand closer to the window. Rúben laughed at that, thinking that she loved the sea probably as much as you did; he let Isabel stand on her chubby feet and guided her to stand in front of the window, taking small steps just like she did.

He let her stand on her own, as she leaned her tiny hands against the glass while she looked out of the window. He watched her and laughed at her unknown words. Isabel was extremely curious, and she was so smart, Rúben wasn’t really surprised when he looked at her and saw her talking in her own language, while she moved her hands around to point at things, a habit she took from him nonetheless.

“You like the sea hm? Your mummy likes it too…” he told Isabel, sweetly smiling at her as she smiled back at him. As if you heard them talk about you, you silently stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. You thought you were still dreaming as you observed Rúben and Isabel interact in front of the window; he was sat right beside her, looking at her with the most precious smile on his lips, watching how she was slowly discovering the world that was out of that window wall.

Luckily for you, your phone was laying on the bed right beside you, and you could grab it without them noticing; you couldn’t resist the urge to take a picture of them, as you wanted to capture that moment forever. You snapped countless pictures of the two of them; after you did that, you locked your phone and placed it on the bed once again to watch them and how they were engrossed in each other.

“You know how we call it here? We call it mar.” you heard Rúben whisper to Isabel, while he observed how her facial features showed concentration as she was attentively listening to her dad’s words.

“M-mar?” the word came tentatively out of Isabel’s mouth while she looked out of the window once again.

“Yeah, yeah baby it’s- wait what??” Rúben’s head snapped in his daughter’s direction, as he looked at her with wide eyes.

“Mar!” Isabel replied, giggling this time as she found her father’s face amusing.

“Rúben did she just say her first word???” you shot up to seat on the bed, immediately getting out of it to reach your boyfriend and daughter to fully live that moment with them.

“I-I think she did!” he replied, still seemingly shocked by his daughter saying her first word.

“Isa can you say it again?” you softly asked her as you sat in Rúben’s lap, gently caressing her hair.

She looked at you for a moment, but when she didn’t say a word you thought she was never going to tell that word to anybody that wasn’t her father, she was a daddy’s girl after all and that wasn’t a mystery. That was until she climbed up your legs to sit on your lap, and after you cradled her against your chest, Isabel pointed her little finger to the endless stretch of blue water and said “Mar!”

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes sweetheart, mar! That’s the sea!” you smiled the biggest you could as you heard her speak her first word once again, “You’re so smart little one, such a good girl!” you praised her as Rúben watched the two of you, with his chin leaning on your shoulder from behind and the purest smile ever on his face.

“Looks like I won the bet then…” Rúben murmured in your ear, smirking as he thought back at the bet you two made: you bet Isabel’s first word would have been an English one, while Rúben had a feeling her first word would have been a Portuguese one, ‘pai’ to be precise as he secretly hoped she would have called him ‘dad’ in his mother tongue. And apparently his gut instinct was right, even if the word wasn’t what he imagined it would be.

“Apparently you did…” you said as you leaned your head against him, to let him press a few kisses down your jaw, “But still, she didn’t say ‘pai’.” you sniggered as you made fun of him.

“What do you say about making another bet then?” he lowered his voice almost to a growl as he asked you his question.

“Another? Babe you’ve literally just won this one!” you laughed as you watched Isabel crawl around the room once again.

“Yes, that’s your price to pay for losing. You have to bet against me another time…” he said as his kisses were going down your neck now, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“What do you wanna bet on then?” you said, almost out of breath.

“I bet that even if Isa didn’t call me ‘pai’ yet,” his breath fanned against your heated skin as he spoke, before you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he continued, “You’ll call me ‘daddy’ after our date, tonight, when it’s only me and you…”

“I’ll never let you win twice in a day Dias.” you smirked as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“Looks like we have a deal then.” he said, tightening his hold on your hips.

“Deal.”

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hellas-himself · 5 years ago

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💐🌿🌳🌲🌠 for the GUYS (aka Emmanuel and Samson cuz I'm already trash for both of them ngl)

wouldn’t you know, I am trash for them too!!! lol

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Emmanuel can be stubborn af but if someone he cares for is like PLS REST BEFORE YOU DIE he’ll do it. for them. Samson considers himself the storm to Emmanuel’s calm though Emmanuel doesn’t see it that way. Sam is reckless in battle and up until he met Zahara, he was basically hoping every battle was his last. So getting him to rest/take care of himself was like pulling teeth. They both don’t mind when Lilith (Z’s mom) heals them nor when Zahara does either. They’re complete mush in her hands tbh

Emmanuel can be a bit of a mother hen. Samson hides it better. But they both are so affectionate and nurturing, like their physical appearance is contradictory to how soft these two are. and when it’s Zahara whose sick or needing them? lord have mercy

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

Manny (emmanuel’s nickname btw) in one scene wrapped Z in a blanket and carried her to her favorite outside seat and just read a book next to her while she looked on. Since Sam sees the soul, he feels everyone’s emotions around him as though they were his own so he knows when someone needs a hug or to be left alone. when to sneak into the kitchen and carry chocolate to Z’s room before she even asks for it.

Their best friend is Zahara though her parents adore them too. Emmanuel and Zahara have a tendency of using sex and physical intimacy as a means to cope/distract. Do with that info as you will. Touch and physical intimacy is something Samson is still getting accustomed to but he feels safe with Z and Emmanuel. They like to bring him sweets because he’s got a mean sweet tooth and Z likes to show him the music she likes as he missed out on the last 200odd years so she’s taken it upon herself to get him to try everything at least once. they will also pile up on her bed and watch horror movies and crime documentaries.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Manny and Samson both like to work out and train to deal with stress. They both play piano thanks to Z’s dad teaching them and Sam can play the guitar, too. They both are the worst when it comes to going to bed early and it takes them a lot to be completely burned out to warrant it. But their favorite way to relax is lounging somewhere (*cough*Z’s room*cough*) with a good book where Z and Emmanuel take turns reading to Samson.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Since Emmanuel was an angel first, feelings were like a major NOPE. He still had them, still made connections with those in his former Legion and he did fall in love (which led to his inevitable banishment but that’s the easy way to explain it) but it wasn’t until he became a demon and swore himself into Lucifer’s service that he learned to truly allow himself to feel and to show any kind of love/care he felt for someone. Zahara’s best friends (andrea and June) both get really close to him, too, and rely on him as well.

Samson’s feelings are pretty much what was manipulated to lead him to his eventual demise. but then he died and came back hellbent on making the god he once served pay for all that was done to him in god’s name so feelings were pointless. he ran on nothing but rage and bloodlust until he started to see himself as a monster and was haunted by all he did. Now that he’s back and Z is in the picture, he finally feels like he has a reason to stay, to live and be more than what he was. he’s the one literally everyone trusts, who everyone runs to for advice. He’s quick to stand up for someone and put himself between them and whatever they’re facing, literally and figuratively.

these two are so soft it kills me

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

OMFG lol

despite the fact that these two can level cities, and have destroyed armies together like it’s a casual stroll in the park, they are both 10/10 Baby. No one would dispute that within their circle of friends and family. they couldn’t deny it either, especially if it’s Zahara who says so.

@myfeyrelady this was soooo much fun to do! thank youuuuuu I love these two so much and I’m over the moon to get to talk about them!

#tag meme #oc asks #emmanuel #samson #the left and right hands of lucifer and Zahara morningstar #oc memes #ask about my ocs #THEY ARE BOTH BABY AND THAT IS ON GOD

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 6 years ago

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SV ch.60

what a day, guys, sv donghua’s pv blew up tumblr and twitter and now we are here reunited around ch.60. svsss is gonna kill us all :)

Ah, that’s right! After all, at the end of the day, a master is not obligated to help his disciple quench his fire. Even if he was the one who accidentally rubbed against it and stoked the fire, it’s all the same!!!

I SWEAR.

I KNOW I ALWAYS SAY THIS, BUT

I S W E A R I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE!!!! this since i am responsible i should help thing is nice and all (a cultural aspect, too, for sure), but applied to shizun (who is trying to convince himself that everything is fine, omg, CUTE) rubbing one out of lbh... like, shizun! even in his sleeping, lbh is horny for your ass-

EDIT: i naively thought, wow they got out! little did i know...

Despite the illusion of being in a jungle, they have not left the Holy Mausoleum but only arrived at one of the special crypts within it.

EDIT 2: shizun being protective of lbh is gonna be what ends my life, wow

EDIT 3: IS A JUNGLE ATTACKING SQQ

EDIT 4:

This obstacle had not been resolved before a second flash of white light struck. This time, it directly stabbed at Luo Binghe’s throat. The Xiu Ya sword was blocking the first sword and couldn’t be recalled; neither could he throw Luo Binghe aside. If he fell amongst those treacherous flowers and plants, he would be done for!

He raised his arm and seized the edge of the sword with his bare hand.

The blade cut deeply into his palm, but he could still hold it firmly, and it did not advance another half inch. Blood did not drip—it poured out. It spilled over Shen Qingqiu’s clothes and dyed the grass on the ground bright red.

He finally realized how painful it must have been when Luo Binghe had previously grabbed at his blade.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes reddened. He jerked his head and his pupils shrank.

i am fine. i am fine, i’m not CRYING SCREAMING SOBBING CALLING SHIZUN’S NAME MUMBLING INCOHERENTLY BECAUSE ARE THOSE FEELINGS SHIZUN DID YOU UNDERSTAND YOU ARE LIVING YOUR LIFE AND PPL ARE PPL EVEN IF YOU ARE IN A NOVEL AND YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL or anything.

it’s not like shizun is letting someone’s sword cutting his palm in half for lbh

EDIT 5:

His expression did not change except for the addition of a fake smile: “Lady Qiu, Old Palace Master, I trust you’ve been well.”

oh, so these are the +2. mmmmh i think lbh did something bad to them we don’t know about...?

(bless shizun for always summing up the important stuff and making me remember names and events i would otherwise keep forgeting

but, like, how did these to end up being allies??)

EDIT 6: oh, here is another one who wanted to be lbh’s shifu but SQQ IS LBH’S ONLY MASTER SO SUCK IT UP THANK YOU.

also, shizun finding out lbh wasn’t behind huan hua disciples bad mouthing him and i’m like, why didn’t you believe your precious disciple sooner, he wants you, just youuuuuu.

It would seem that back then, the Huan Hua Palace disciples’ antagonism towards him was not instigated by Luo Binghe, but rather the deliberate influence of the Old Palace Master. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help shooting a glance at Luo Binghe. This child, if he had been less pig-headed and accepted other people as his master, a lot of grief could have been avoided. But Shen Qingqiu could not begrudge him his brainless willfulness.

(THESE TWO WERE BEHIND THE JINLAN CITY THING I WANNA STRANGLE THEM but wait, thank you for the water prison scene-

also, shizun and feelings toward lbh 2.0 i am alive todaaaaaay)

EDIT 7:

The Old Palace Master was actually sliced into a human stick! A great leader of his generation reduced to such a miserable state, barely considered human and more miserable than a ghost. Bedraggled and filthy, with only the head being able to turn about. The original Shen Qingqiu’s fate has been transferred to the Old Palace Master!

OKAY I DID NOT EXPECT THAT WTF

pls don’t let this affect sqq, pls don’t let him remind him about lbh’s counterpart in the original work, pls we need all the steps forward shizun was moving saojfoisjefiwof

EDIT 8:

When facing Tianlang-Jun, a character whose data had not existed previously, Luo Binghe’s plot armor was useless. But the Old Palace Master did play a role in the original work, and hence should be subjected to the same laws dictating the protagonist’s golden undying body. This effect should still be in place. He could try standing back, let the Old Palace Master hack at Luo Binghe, and like back at Shuang Hu City, see who ends up dead instead.

The Old Palace Master slowly said: “I will ask once more, will you stand aside, or not?”

Shen Qingqiu lowered his arm, the blood flowing from his palm had slowed to a trickle. He formed his reply.

He looked up and said coldly: “Just like the Old Palace Master has said, he is my good disciple. You tell me, would I stand aside?”

Can’t be helped, things have changed. Now it’s no longer the same as it was back then.

OKAY LET’S

LET’S JUST PAUSE FOR A SEC AND ANALYSE THIS BECAUSE SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE SAID.

that’s actually a pretty good plan, like, nothing can happen to lbh as long as one of the known characters tries to kill him, so it could be the perfect escape route. sqq knows. sqq has thought this before, applied this principle to his first mission and suceeded!

but

now it’s no longer the same as it was back then, which is huge! aside from romantic feelings and all, shizun is finally freaking acknowledging is affection toward this cutie, to the point that even if he knows the plot armor could work, he cannot bear the thought of putting lbh in an ideal danger. he doesn’t stand aside, he protects him with his body.

i. am. crying.

EDIT 9:

On the way down, he twisted around and used himself as a meat shield, not letting Luo Binghe hit the ground. He ended up squashed by the full weight of his body and saw stars.

(*takes a deep breath* shizun stop being so freaking perfect okay thank you aofoaiejfioaejfuaehfoai)

Fine wispy threads of white floated over, about to land on Luo Binghe’s pale cheeks. Shen Qingqiu gently puffed at it, and the white fluff scattered away.

omg cute-

EDIT 10:

The Old Palace Master gazed at him for a long while then sighed: “When you close your eyes, you resemble her the most. And also when you’re being cold.”

His eyes traveled over Luo Binghe’s face greedily. If he still had hands, he would have reached out to fondle as well. Shen Qingqiu felt ill. He couldn’t help clasping Luo Binghe’s head and pulling him closer into his arms.

The two were now in a position where Luo Binghe was cozily snuggled against him with his head resting on Shen Qingqiu’s chest. Shen Qingqiu’s voice was low: “Open your eyes, he isn’t Su Xiyan.”

okay that was creepy as hell. i hope he didn’t try anything funny while he still had all his limbs on... or maybe that’s why lbh did it?

EDIT 11: DID HE DO SOMETHING TO LBH’S MOTHER? I KILL HIM FOR GOOD.

EDIT 12:

He spoke in a coaxing manner: “Xiyan…. come over here…. Shizun has something nice for you, drink this….”

The Old Palace Master sank into a confused state again, saliva dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Qiu Haitang backed away slowly, disgust brimming in her eyes. Shen Qingqiu’s heart felt frozen in his chest as his nausea grew.

Unable to tolerate the Old Palace Master leering at him, Shen Qingqiu lifted the back of Luo Binghe’s head with his hand and pressed his face to his chest. Fed up, he snapped: “That’s enough!”

I AM GONNA THROW UP ALL OVER THIS DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING but i am also gonna squeal in happines ‘cause LOOK AT SHIZUN GOING ALL PROTECTIVE OVER LBH HE DOESN’T WANT THAT MANIAC EVEN LOOKING AT HIM AND HE HIDES LBH FROM HIS SIGHT OMG

BLESS

#svsss #sv novel #the scum villain’s self-saving system #scum villain #scum villain’s self saving system #sv ch.60 #sv fangirling mode

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castleamc · 3 years ago

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BETH YOU-YOU-YOUUUUUU!!!!

If it weren’t obvious from the look on his face, he’s even letting his wings droop

You DIDNT. NOT THE SAD WINGS HOLY FUCK I NEED TO SEE THIS AS A DRAWING BECAUSE I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARY IN MY HEAD (girl if i could draw i would do this for you in a heart beat bby). For real though please keep going with this series. I am begging you, I’m on my brittle knees pls. (If you want to of course i would never pressure my girl, but i hope you do man). Just everything about this is so pure and sexy, like the way you’ve described to us how Max feels when he lets go of his true form. And how sad he was to think that she left him just like that. All that shattered my heart in the best way!! 💜

You peek up from your desk just in time to see her place a hand on Max’s bicep and squeeze.

Now this is some shit i would do, i fucking laughed so hard please I’m ajnaka she was giving Ewan at the Emmy’s

I want to keep talking about this because i really love this fic so MUCH, i applaud your beautiful brain beloved. I really do. My favorite is the intimate moments with his horns, the fact that they’re so sensitive to her touch. I’m spiraling thinking how long it’s been for him to feel that much genuine love.

I need 3-5 business days to recover, I’m putting in my PTO. Thanks for that 😩😩

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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the fake tadi isn’t turning anika on like shivaay thought it would. tai tai phisssssssss!

fake tadi is quicklyyyyyyy turning into real tadi.

YEAAAAAAH BABYYYYY

OH GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYY THIS FUCKING SONG COME ON LIKE THE FAKE CGI BG WASN’T BAD ENOUGH TO RUIN THE MOOD

ok ignoring for the seskiness.

honestly the fucking bad cgi and lighting changes are making it super difficult for me to concentrate. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽

BILLU PLEASE!!!!! HAATH SE BHI AAGE KABHI BADHEGA???????

ouff yuck forehead kissing like a brother is not what i meant.

OH HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAS BILLU! GET IT!!!!!!!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaand KLPD.

“shivaay singh oberoi ki shaadi ho rahi hai”

and for the how many’th time???? like, at this point, it’s not even news. tu har do teen mahine shaadi karta hai.

pft billu is greaaatly overestimating his market value.

“swayamvar” “somvaar??” “swayamvar!”

anika’s is like fuck you, you just killed my lady boner, imma go sleep.

nope, too late to do damage control, shivaay. girl’s like byeeeeee.

LMAO THE FAKE FOX NEWS - BOX GOSSIPS

whooooooo the fuck are these girls??? where were they before his three (four??? i’ve lost count at this point) other marriage attempts???

oh boy. who this with the omnious hand tattoo? it’s a trishul (for shiva) too. obsessed fangirl????

fuck it’s so easy to just smuggle yourself into this fucking house inside some item. pehle dhol tha, abhi carpet. like... come on.

what do you mean it gets too late???? WHO ARE YOUUUUUU???

whyyyyyyyyy is khanna in charge of everything from security to electricity to decoration to shivaay’s meetings to god knows what else??? LIKE... HIRE MORE PPL, SHIVAAY. HONESTLY.

catering ki taraf se ho toh yeh decoration ka kaam kyun kar rahi ho???

yuck the decorations are so tacky. and the large pictures of them, god. so embarrassing.

pinky, maybe if you actually asked for forgiveness instead of just... demanding it, or taking it as a right....???

dadi kuch zyaaada laad nahi kar rahi pinky par???

MY GOD HIRE MORE PPL, KHANNA IS JUST ONE PERSON

snort, i’m loving this new more jokey and familiar khanna.

“sir, aapko mere pe bharosa nahi hai?????” “TUJHPE NA, KISI KO BHAROSA NAHI HAI YAHAN PAR.”

lmaoooooooooooooo. toh phir naukri pe rakha kyun hai isse? for his cute puppy dog eyes and videography skillz?

lmaooooo is it just meeee or was there bhar bhar ke snark in khanna’s smirky “shaadi mubarak ho” hee hee

anyway, he made shivaay laugh, so guess his job is still safe despite being a colossal fuckup.

“pagal hai yeh khanna. kaam chod ke sab achche se karta hai.”

aaaaaand there’s khanna’s character sketch for you in one sentence.

OUFF OH WHO THISSSSSSSS

pfffffft “zindagi ka sabse bada din”. honestly, after the second time, it starts to lose it’s charm.

god what new chore does dadi have for shivaay now

ooooh, i like shakti’s dupatta/stole/whatever

LMAO WHAT, DADI IS A BADSHAH FAN HAHAHAHA

even pinky is ecstatic at that. wow. who knew oberois had such mainstream and... “youth” oriented taste.

ok whatever, fwding this stupid little plug.

must these three always make a dramatic entrance like this together, at every function???? matlab, apna hi ghar hai, there’s no need to be soooo dramatic.

the ladkewaale’s side is little overpopulated no?

EXCUSE ME WHO ARE THESE RANDOS BRINGING ANIKA??? weren’t omru supp to be on anika’s side and be with her?????? THE FUCK.

billu you’re going to sprain your neck if you stretch it anymore to look at her.

lmaoooooooooooooo bechaara

hahahaha rudra’s face like “bhaiyya could you chill and not be a damn loser for 5 seconds pls.”

hahahaha this poor munchkin. dadi is cockblocking to the maxxxxxxxxxx.

LMAO OM’S FACE. EVERYONE’S JUST LIKE BRO COULD YOU CALM DOWN A SEC

“kyaaaaa kar rahe ho?”

no really billu. the fuck you doing?

“she’s looking GORGEOUS. bhaabi’s killing it bhai! tabaaahi lag rahi hai!”

lololol, abhay’s putting in salt in shivaay’s wounds.

LMAO OMRU HAAAAAAAAAATE HIM SO MUCH

lo, haldiiiiiiiii bhi nahi aayi. in logon ka kuch time pe hota bhi hai?

please om, you’re not exactly loving abhay either. don’t think we’re not noticing all the stink eyes you’re shooting him.

“woh ddlj ka raj malhotra banne ki koshish kyun kar raha hai???”

pfffffffffft. no but truly, is begaani shaadi mein abhaay kuch zyaada hi deewana ban raha hai.

waaah, bhai apna artist bhi hai. watch outtttt omkara!

lolllllllllll these assholes.

such attractive assholes though. my boys! *squishes them all together*

woooop, sabse pehle maa. oh boy.

great, dadi’s emotionally blackmailing billu into it.

omRu and shivaaaaaaay NOT HAPPY.

LMAO K3G TITLE TRACK WHAT NONSENSE

OMFG OM PLEASE STOP WITH THE NAINO KE BAAN. KUCH TOH DIPLOMACY DIKHAO.

lolololol billu is soooooooo mad at dadi for doing this to him

IS PINKY FINALLY ON THE GOOD SIDE OR NOT???? WHO THE FUCK WERE ALL THE PHONE CALLS TO? WHAT ABOUT SVETLANA? IS THIS NEW HIDDEN WEIRDO IN THE HOUSE THANKS TO HER??? I NEED TO KNOW ALL THIS BEFORE SUCCUMBING TO MY FEELZ ABOUT HER.

that one crookedass tika.

that sorted itself out in the next shot!

billu’s stone face tho. sigh.

OMFG WHAT BAAAT WITH SHIVAAY BITCH JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY

tej and shakti cuteness.

eeeeeeeeeeee. my boyssssssss.

fuck offffffffff, why so adorbzzzzzzzzzz. i love you shitheads so much.

why’s everyone just putting it in the same three spots. itni badi... ok not badi.... lekin itni body padi hai uski, put it other places too?

billu is now throwing tantrum about wanting to haldi up wife.

wife’s reaction:

ahaaa wife is just as utaavli over here. these two have zero chill.

lol billu just got smacked over the head.

om, you’ve been pacing the length of your room coz you haven’t seen YOUR wife. tu toh rehne hi de.

lol abhay has a nickname for om: ghalib.

aaaaaaaaand rudra just got haldi bombed.

OMG THE MURDER IN RUDRA’S EYES LOLOLOL RUN FOR YOUR LIFE ABHAY

shivaay’s reactions are the best hahahahahaha:

pffffffffffffffffffffffffft.

masha’Allah @ the faces of this show honestly.

i hate this weirddddd low pitched version of lafzon ka rishta

awwww, sahil having complex.

shaktiji here to make pinkyyyy feel better

i’m so glad to see them happy. i know pinkyyyy was a bitch to the infinite degree, but i can never fully hate her coz my scorpio heart knows what it’s like to be a jealous possessive crazy asshole.

rudraaaaaa finalllyyyy got one in on abhayyyyy

OMG WHO IS THIS TRISHUL WAALI

SOMEONE COME GET MY BABY SAHIL AND INCLUDE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

ok badshah is here and i can’t handle such naach gaana so fwding, as much as i love him

what nonsense, he’s not even performing for real, just lip syncing pffffffffffft

ahaaaaaaaaaaa billu’s managed to sneak over to the other side of the curtain using badshah as a cover!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS SNEAK OFF MY BBS!

kasam has been invoked.

“humaari zindagi mein kuch bura nahi hoga. sirf achcha hi achcha hoga.”

don’t make promises you can’t keep, bro.

but you guys cute. so go on.

ghoongat waali bai mistook abhay for shivaay. methinks abhay might be instrumental in coming to rescue in this situation???

“kal raat se tumhe dekha nahi hai. it was the hardest day of my lifeeeeeeee.”

so overdramatic. hey, remember when she left you for 3 months????

“main chahta tha ki main apne hone waaali biwi ko khud haldi lagaoon.”

TOH KARO NA JALDI. WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE A FUCKING YEAR NOW BITCHHHHHHHHHH

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