#droogiesanddiscourse presents: Max Cady week

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“Little Girls Shouldn’t be Playing with Dangerous Men” 

Pairing: Max Cady x Reader [Cape Fear]

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: It’s a tale been told countless times before; the smart, headstrong girl heads off into the forest in pursuit of bringing a basket of goodies to her grandmother. But the Big, Bad Wolf is lurking within the shadows with an insatiable appetite.

A/N: Happy (Day 4 and) 5 of Max Cady week. This is. A bit more horror-centric. Dark themes, smut, character death, it’s wild. 18+ ONLY, for mature readers

“You have everything you need again, right? You’ve checked your basket, everything packed,” your mom insists, checking and double checking all the goodies you were currently carrying. “And you’re sure you’re make it there safe and sound, right?” 

How many times have you made this trek to Grandmother’s house? Too many to count, yet your mother always frets and fussed like this. You were old enough to be out on your own, to be able to make rational decisions. Praised for your intelligence, you had all of your wits about you. You were fiercely independent, and did not let anything stand in your way. 

You wrap your red cape around you, bundling up. Although it was the middle of summer, the nights still remained cool. You had to protect yourself thoroughly to make sure you didn’t succumb to the surprising temperature in the middle of the forest. 

Checking the front pocket of your skirt, you double and triple check for your trusty switchblade. If anyone dared to try anything (but, the only surprise visitor you would usually meet on these little night jaunts was the random shocked opossum), they wouldn’t stand a chance against you. 

“Yes Mother,” you mumble out, watching as the sun begins to slowly dip below the horizon. While most would fear to trek through such a terrifying location during the evening, you felt it truly was the best time. No one to bother you, no distractions. Just you, your basket, and a mission. 

“Oh, you know I don’t like it when you go out all alone like this! All those tales of wolves and bears, and, and madmen out there! What if you run into one of them! Nobody in the village even lets their girls go into the woods! But you insist. Why don’t you wait for morning when it’s bright out, the woods are no place for a little girl.”

Your eyebrows raise at the end of her sentence, and your Mother immediately raises her hand to her lips. The words just tumbled out, she didn’t mean it like that. You hate that term, you hate how she chastises you like this. You hate her. 

“I’m sure you can-” 

But she doesn't get to finish that thought, as you were already out the door. 

“Goodbye, mother. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

As the door closes on her worried face, you turn to start your journey. 

***

The path was one you were familiar with, one that you have committed to memory over the years. The mantra mother always told you still plays over and over inside your head like a broken record—stay on the path, don’t stray off. 

You hear rustling within the trees, the cool summer air whispering between the leaves. If only you could understand the secrets they were speaking; they provided your only company through your long walk, outside of the occasional small mammal encounter. 

Looking up at the moon, tangled limbs cloud your vision, black spirals twisting up to the heavens. They looked like claws, gnarled and wragged, and you were ensnarled in their grasp.

Something was off tonight. The woods didn’t feel the same. 

“It’s just the woods,” you speak out loud to yourself, a cool breeze sending a shiver through your body. “no different that if you were walking through during the day.”

It’s quieter than normal. No cicadas, no crickets singing their usual song of summer. No squirrels rustling within the shadows of the brush, or owls keeping watchful glance from the trees.

Nothing. Just the sound of your footsteps against the dead leaves and pinecones still remaining after the winter frost. Despite the summer months, the evenings were cool; you held your red cape tighter to your body, attempting to keep warm.

A deer suddenly leaps out of one of the bushes, startling you. Unlike the skiddish usual nature of these animals, this deer seemed to purposefully jump towards you. She stands there, her big black eyes casting a ghostly yellow glow from the moon’s reflection. Digging around in your pocket, you find a few berries, holding out your hand in an offering to her. Oftentimes these woodland creatures love to snag a quick snack from you, hence why you make sure to carry extra food. But she doesn’t approach. She still stands there, motionless. 

Carefully, you sidestepped around the seemingly paralyzed deer. Something must have frightened her, and you just decided to shrug it off as a weird experience. But you only said that to calm your frayed nerves. That nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that something was just not right tonight. 

It would be very simple to just turn around, and retrace the path already created. Restart in the morning when sunlight covered the woods, making it less ominous and more welcoming. Grandmother could wait just a few extra hours, and mother would be happy to see you back, safe and sound in one piece. 

Yet you were determined, and a very headstrong young woman. Nevertheless, you pursued the dark path, leading you further and further into the wood’s maze. 

***

After a few more miles, your legs begin to grow weaker and weaker, slowly feeling more like two wet noodles. Your pace slows down significantly, as all dreams of turning back homeward were long gone. It would take longer to trek back through the woods again then it would to make it to grandmother’s house.

You were close, you had to be. You could feel it. You just had to keep pushing forward. 

While determination was close by your side (and a little bit of spite towards your mother), another factor pushed your legs to keep moving forward. Call it paranoia, call it fear of the dark, but you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes descended upon you, stalking your every move. Whether just a trick of the mind or an active imagination, you could not help but turn your head every time a shadow appears in the corner of your vision.  

But who else would be in these woods this late at night? Unless there was another traveler like yourself, waving away their mothers superstitious beliefs about ghosts and faes and big scary wolves hiding out in the middle of the forest at night. Just another traveler who didn’t buy into the village nonsense with their fairy tales and old fables wives they say around the campfire, trying to spook their sons and daughters into submission. It has to be. Maybe your Mother sent someone out here to scare some sense into you. Or it could be some kid who followed you out here, one of the boys trying to play a practical joke. 

“Well, it won’t work on me,” you mutter out to yourself. 

This thought puts you just the slightest bit of ease, knowing that there wasn’t a single threat to be concerned about--your mind was bored, it was dark, of course you were going to start concocting silly little fantasies. It was no different than when you sit in front of a mirror at night, watching as your face takes on fantastical shapes and grotesque proportions; your brain was just keeping you on your toes. 

Until it came, somewhere in the woods. A voice speaks to you. 

“Isn’t it awfully late for a walk, darlin’?”

You practically leap out of your own skin, wondering if the voice was just a figment of your imagination. But it calls to you again. 

“Little girls shouldn’t be playin’ around in these woods all alone, especially not this late,” his southern accent incredibly prominent. It sends chills down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck prickling up. “Don’t know who could be hangin’ around in these parts, some real, real bad men could be here.” 

You turn around, frantically searching the trees for the voice. Your heart jumps into your throat as your hand slips into your coat pocket, pulling out your trusty switchblade. That stupid term ringing in your head again--little girl. 

“I’m not a little girl,” You call out into the trees, trying to sound as confident and sure of yourself as possible. But your voice cracks, and you want to crawl under a rock. “I’m a fully grown woman, sir, and I have a switchblade and I am NOT afraid...” 

“Ooo yes you are, ma’am, and in all the right places too,” he smiles, emerging from the trees and cutting you off mid sentence and unabashedly looking you up and down.

For a moment, you just stare at each other. Maybe this could be just another trick your mind plays on you, keeping you entertained through your long walk. Yet, you were pretty sure your brain couldn’t conjure up real, breathing apparitions.

The man stayed in front of you with a large, wolfish grin; his mischievous face illuminated by the full moon. You clutch your basket a little tighter, turning your back towards him and continuing to trudge along the path. Maybe if he was just an illusion, he would disappear back into the shadows if you paid it no mind.

But his footsteps follow suit behind you. You stop, and he stops with you. You take another step forward, and he's right on your heels, mimicking your actions. You can feel your heartbeat ringing in your ears. 

“Whatcha got in that little basket of yours?” He prods, an almost teasing tone to his voice. “Looks like all kinds of goodies. Got anything in there for me?”

Spinning around, you come face to face with the man once again, still with that ugly smug smirk. You shake your head no, and you hate how meek and unconfident you looked in this moment. 

“No, these are for my Grandma.” Taking a chance to put some distance between you and the stranger, you just turn around and continue walking, attempting to push your legs as fast as they could go.

Yet he still stayed right on your tail, covering the footprints of your boots in the mud with his own. He reaches an arm out to grab hold of the basket, but you outsmart him, moving it in front of your body; a makeshift shield.

“Grandma’s reallll lucky to have a nice little granddaughter like you then. Where does she live?” 

You don’t answer him. It’s a weird question and he makes you uncomfortable.

“Aw, what’s wrong, don’t want any company tonight?” He pouts, his voice dejected. He takes your silence incredibly personally, it seems.

“No.” You reply curtly, picking up the pace. Just keep pushing—keep walking. You close your eyes, imagining grandmothers house. Warm. Bright. Grandmother sitting in her rocking chair knitting a bright sweater. Fireplace crackling. Comfort.

He catches up to you, easily closing the gap you attempted to make. Now, the man was walking side by side in tune with your steps now. Though he was closer to you, at least he wasn’t behind you anymore. You could keep an eye on him. 

 His hand are in his pocket, as he whistles some unfamiliar tune. It echos across the forest and bounces off the trees.

“Awfully scary for a little girl out here walkin’ all alone, maybe I should stay with you until you reach your destination, huh?”

You keep your head down, avoiding any eye contact. “I guess,” you mumble out. You weren’t much of a conversationalist to begin with, especially not with odd men that come out of thin air in the middle of the forest. This will be a simple transaction-you walk, you arrive, he leaves.

“What’s this, huh? Cant even look at me. What, am I ugly or somethin?” He laughs, bold and sure of himself.

No, no. In fact, he was the complete opposite—he was gorgeous. It made you hate him even more, the way he gave you butterflies in your stomach. The way his playful flirtations sent your head reeling, it was so uncharacteristic of you. And you hated him for it. 

“No...” you admit. It pained your heart to inflate his ego any further, but you can see your words definitely had an effect on him.

“Awwww aren’t you just the cutest little thing. Complimenting’ me like that.”

You walk in silence for a moment, just letting the soundscapes of the woods overtake your thoughts. You think about how your answer wasn’t even a compliment. You think that’s probably not what you should be worrying about right now.

“What’s your name, darlin?’”

“[Y/N],” you simply state.

“[Y/N]....” he repeats, letting your name fall off his tongue. “I like that, it suits you.”

“Who are you?” You finally ask. He laughs at this, but there was nothing funny about the inquiry. It’s loud, whooping, and sounds more like a howl. It makes your skin prickle in goosebumps. It’s inhuman.

“Maybe I’m the big, bad wolf they talk about in these parts, all scary-like with those pearly white teeth and claws that’ll sink into your cute plump flesh.”

You’re glad he can’t see your face in the darkness, as the blood rushes to your cheeks. They feel unbelievably hot against the cool air blowing on your face.

Letting out an awkward laugh, you grip a bit tighter to your cape. “Ha ha, very funny. What’s your real name.”

“Maximillian,” he states confidently. “But since we’re friends, you can call me Max, sweetheart.”

“[Y/N].”

“Huh?”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, my name is [Y/N].”

“Right, [Y/N], sorry sweetheart.”

You could feel the playful tone in his words, him trying to push every button to make you react. The satisfaction he was gaining from this was obvious. Your eyes shift, giving him a death glare with little to no effect on him.

Yet, one foot puts itself in front of the other, as you and your unexpected tagalong Max continue deeper and deeper into the shadows.

“You can trust me, darlin’ I know these woods like the back of my hand. You wouldn’t find a better companion to travel with.”

***

For a while, Max and you just walk side by side, his odd conversation ideas constantly shut down with one worded replies on your part. Finally, he must have taken the hint you weren’t looking to make any friends tonight, and just kept his footsteps in time with yours. 

“Think I know a shortcut, if you’d like me to, ya know, show you the way,” Max finally pipes up after a few miles of silence. “Just gotta make a little cut through the forest right here,” he points off yonder, right into a thick, dense covering of trees.

You ponder it for a moment, then immediately get that thought out of your head. Thinking like that was dangerous, you kept moving forward. Thinking like that would get you killed.  “No no no,” you shake your head thoughtfully.

“Aww come on, I know these woods like the back of my hand! That’s what I told you remember? Would I ever lead you astray? You wanna get to Grandmother’s house or not, [Y/N]?” 

 “Mother always says to stay on the path, no matter what.”

“Mama ain’t here now, is she?”

You don’t answer.

“Mama isn’t gonna see anything you do out here. I won’t tell a single soul if we stray a bit. Ain’t gotta answer to anyone out here, you’re in uncharted territory dear.”

You still don’t answer. 

“Oh I see, you’re one of those real goody-two shoes types aren't you? Always listening to what your mama says, always staying in line. Life ain’t no fun when you live like that, always gotta be following orders. Betcha you’re out here right now just to prove some point huh? Mama doesn’t like you being out after dark, she's all scared and shaken to watch her babydoll grow up to be a strong, tough woman.” 

You just keep looking down at your feet, ignoring Max’s incessant pestering. He doesn’t know you, he has no right to talk down to you like this. But you stay quiet, and keep the path in mind, the gentle glow of grandmother’s house keeping you awake. 

“Little darlin’ isn't speaking’ up it seems, guess that means I’m right doesn’t it?” He smugly states. “You know I’m right, you’re just too scared to admit it. You’re just like all the other girls, you know that? Always got something to prove, always got something to say. But you know what?” 

Suddenly, he leaps towards you, grabbing your shoulders. Max pushes you against a tree, the rough bark digging and latching onto the back of your cape. Your eyes are wide from the random behavior, you don’t know what brought this out. Adrenaline rushes through your body. 

You claw, kick, thrash, scream, anything to get him off. But it’s no use, his massive strength overthrows any of your worthless attempts. To add insult to injury, he laughs at your pitiful attempts to fight him off. Your hand reaches towards your pocket, fingers flexing in attempt to get your switchblade. But it’s no use, the angle Max has you in doesn’t allow it. You’re trapped. 

“You all want the same thing deep down,” he coos, his hand now pushed up against your mouth to silence you, your screams muffled. “Shhhh shhhh...now you better be quiet missy. Don’t know what you might because I’m about to pull my hand away from that little mouth of yours. And if I hear one more peep. Well, it’s not gonna be pretty.” You couldn’t fight him any longer, your body putting up little resistance for his actions. You didn’t know if you even wanted to fight anymore, falling under the trance of Max’s gaze. 

Slowly, he lowers his hand. You don’t scream, your eyes locking with his. Your breathing is labored, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He moves his face towards you, and you follow suit as well. 

His lips find yours, crashing them against you in a fight of tongue and teeth.  You’ve never been kissed like this, not by any of the boys in the village. This was different-- raw, passionate, an insatiable hunger behind every caress of your lips. 

One of Max’s large hands paws at your clothed breast, pushing your blouse down and freeing it. His lips start to wander down your skin, pressing hot kisses to your neck, shoulders, and eventually breasts. You let out a wanton moan, and he chuckles at this. How needy you suddenly were becoming. 

He grabs ahold of your shoulders, pushing you down to the forest floor. You cringe a bit, feeling leaves, twigs, and brush tangle in your hair and further ruining your cape. You felt disgusting, dirty, unhinged. Maybe this is what you needed. You needed to feel free just once. Your escape. 

Max flips your skirt up, seeing your cute little lace panties. For such an innocent looking thing, your choice in underwear was practically sinful. He smiles, wolffish and big, hooking his fingers into them. Max’s pupils dialate so wide they seem like two big, black orbs.

“Yes ma’am, they do say the big bad wolf roams around these parts--just not in the way I bet you were expecting, darlin’. Maybe if I had pointed ears or, I dunno a tail or yellow eyes, you’d take me more seriously? But, maybe the myths did get one thing right, if nothing else, my little [Y/N].” 

You gulp, looking straight up at the stars and moon, avoiding any and all visual contact with him. He spreads your legs apart, gently caressing them. Max’s eyes take in your naked flesh for the first time, inhaling your unique scent—a mix of fear and arousal.

“Is that this big, bad wolf is going to devour you whole.”

His mouth attacks you, wasting no time to taste your most sensitive flesh. His tongue prods inside you, as you hold a fistful of his hair in a vicegrip. The unfamiliar feeling washes over you, your throat attempting to make some odd, strangled noise. You couldn’t deny how good this felt, how his tongue swept against you. In a movement completely involuntary, you push his head down, begging for him to keep going. 

“Silly girl, your body betrays you.” He says between kisses to your folds. “You act all high and mighty out here, such a tough little girl, but you want the same thing as everyone else. You want to be loved, you want to be dominated. You want to lay down that good girl facade and unequivocally surrender to your dirtiest desires.”

He pulls away, as you whine. He’s hunched over you now, breathing raggedly like a madman. No, no. Not like a madman, he is one. And you want him inside you immediately. He gets on his knees, unbuckling his belt, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. You writhe beneath him. 

“This what you want?” he stands before you, pumping his length. He's thick, long, and cut. You nod your head, spreading your legs apart just the slightest bit. He smiles, grabbing your thighs and forcing them apart the rest of the way. “I know you want this giant cock inside you. I know you want me to defile you.” 

“Be as loud as you want, my dear. Nobody around to hear us.” He enters into you, easily pushing in because of the slick of your arousal. You moan, arching your back off the ground and right up against his muscular body. He lets you adjust to him for a slight moment, and you revel in his generosity. 

When he starts his thrusts, you swear you see stars. You’ve never felt like this before, how every inch of your body feels electrified with each of his movements. His member hits your cervix every time before pulling back out, to give another agonizingly sinful thrust. Your nails dig into his back, surely leaving behind streaks of red lines. A marking of your presence. 

You want to touch him, to feel him, force him to be closer to you by any means possible. Both of your hands rest upon his shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold onto anything, something, to keep yourself balanced as his thrusts become more wild. 

Max picks up the pace to the point your body bounces with every thrust, and he can’t help but greedily watch as your breasts bounce up and down, leaning down to latch himself onto one of them. You can’t keep this up much longer, not with the speed he was maintaining. 

“M-Max,” you utter out, the first coherent word outside of your loud moans and whimpers. “Max, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure for what. 

“You’re doing so good, my dear,” Max coos, looking back into your eyes again. They were glazed over with lust, hazy and reflecting the full moon in them. “Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” 

He lifts your legs, hiking them up around his waist. You groan at the new angle, feeling even closer to him than before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as a warm feeling starts to build up in your stomach. Realizing you’re getting closer, he speeds up his thrusts. 

“You gonna come for me, sweet thing? Do it, let me feel you tremble around me, let me hear you. Let every animal and creature in this forest hear how good I’m fucking you right now.”

You tumble over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you emit a loud scream, one that echos through the empty forest. You lose your vision for a moment, seeing nothing but a white light. You’ve never felt like this before. Max holds your waist down, letting his seed pulse within you. You blush, looking up into his eyes, chest rising and falling again as you catch your breath. He doesn’t say anything, just giving you another wolffish grin. 

You crawl up to him, as he wraps his big arms around you. 

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing with, my dear [Y/N],” Max states, pushing your hair back. He attempts to get any of the forest floor tangled out of your locks as you nuzzle into his touch, closing your eyes in a sense of comfort. There was something so intoxicating about his presence. You didn’t want him to ever let you go now. 

“Though, I guess I shouldn’t say that.” He smiles, as your eyes open back up in shock. You shift a little bit in his arms, as he holds you by your waist. Suddenly, you have a desire to flee. The paranoia earlier creeping back into your head. 

“You know what they say, don’t play with your food and all.” That old familiar feeling of fear washed over your body, the same one you experienced when you heard his voice for the first time. The hands currently holding you on your waist scratch into you, claws ripping themselves into your abdomen, the pain excruciating. You try to scream, but your throat gives out. It’s hopeless, there isn’t anyone here to save you. The last thing you think of is how your mother was right. 

The woods at night was no place for a little girl. 

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HCs: Having a Secret Relationship with your Dad’s Best Friend, Max Cady 

A/N: Happy day 6 This was requested by a couple of my lovely friends, and I hope I can do it justice 😩 This is the first time I’m writing something like this and feel a bit out of my element, but nevertheless I...hope you enjoy it! 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI 

• Max was always there when you were growing up, you didn’t know him super well. But you could recognize his face at least at family gatherings and birthday parties; always standing out with his outrageous fashion and tattoos covering his body. 

• But, again, he was just always your Dad’s best friend, the guy who would come over and watch the big game on the plasma screen downstairs, the guy who’s red convertible would block your car in the driveway, the guy who’s personality was just a little too much to bear for long periods at a time. You didn’t hate him or anything, in fact, you didn’t really know how to feel about him at all. 

• But that all changed the summer you graduated college. You’d notice how he would come over much more often than his usual once in a while visits, and you damn well knew it wasn't because Max enjoyed your Dad’s company that much. Something had to be up. 

• When you would casually walk through the living room to get a drink from the fridge, you’d notice Max’s eyes focusing on you, adorned in your tight tank top and shorts; the heat making it hard to wear anything else. 

• You would notice how his eyes lingered longer that they necessarily needed to. You had to admit it, you did enjoy the attention. Noticing how a little girl like you has this big, strong, scary man losing his train of thought, stopping mid sentence when you walked by made you feel immensely powerful.

• So, you play into it a bit. You’ll lean over just a little too much when you bring him a drink from the fridge, making sure your cleavage is right in line with his face. You’ll watch how your actions make his cheeks turn just the slightest shade of red, only noticeable when you are this close.

• It’s these little things, these playful flirtations that the two of you keep going back and forth. Max knows that you’re a grown woman now, who surely has experienced the ways of the world while away at college. He asks you something a bit bold, but he’s testing the waters.

• So when he asks if you want to smoke some weed with him in the backyard after your Dad goes to sleep, and you jump at the chance, he knows he's got you hook, line, and sinker. 

• Max will watch as you get more and more giddy with each puff, your eyes starting to glaze over and your cheeks flushed, Max will make his move with a passionate kiss on the lips. And when you melt into him, desperately clamoring to get closer to him, he knows you want him as badly as he wants you.

• Secret rendezvous late at night, Max sneaking in through your bedroom window at 3AM to pay you a little visit. He’ll park his signature (and extremely obvious) car down the block so no one is privy to him being at your house. He tries real hard to be as inconspicuous as possible, and for the most time it works pretty well. 

• If you decide to go out, he always insists you come out the window. It’s childish and unnecessary. You both know you’re old enough to be out late at night and long gone are the days of being “grounded” for sneaking out, but the experience and the risk of getting caught excites the both of you.

• That’s honestly the main word to describe this relationship—“risk”

• Risks like trying to keep quiet when he’s fucking you after he sneaks in through your bedroom window. Him having to hold his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making sure the bed doesn’t slam against the wall too hard and alert your parents in the next room. He’ll lean down next to your ear and just whisper the filthiest things, audible enough that only you can hear them.

• Taking you out to the bar at night, wearing something a little more revealing that your usual wear. Saying some excuse to your Dad about how he never got got to give you your first “proper drink” as you turned 21 while still at college. Max wouldn’t be able to keep his hand off you, keeping you in his lap the entire night.

• You’ll try to outdrink Max, making it a little competition, him always laughing about how a little gal like you thinks she can go up against him. Once in a while, you get lucky, but most time you’re under the table—Max having to carry you out. But he sure does love how feisty and spunky you can be.

• Sleepovers at his place, under the guise to your parents that you’ll be spending a night at a girlfriend’s house or something similar to that. Then you two can be as loud as you want ;)

• Max has definitely teased you about the whole “your daughter calls me daddy too” trope, but he knows you would actually kill him if your relationship ever got revealed to your father. 

• But when your father is around, there is absolutely no inkling of what you do in private, you’re just politely friendly to each other. And that’s it.

• Neither of you know how long this relationship will last, and surely it can’t be a secret forever. So whether it’s just for the summer, a year, a few months, forever, who knows, you and Max just enjoy your chaotic company for the time being.

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HCs: Ice Cream Truck Driver Max Cady!AU

A/N: Happy day 1 of Max Cady week, starting off summer the only way I think we know how - with our scary, scary fave man. I’m gonna be giving you a week of Max Cady summer themed content, so I sure hope you’re ready for the nonsense about to ensue! Warning: while this is not outright smut, it is still extremely sexual, so 18+ ONLY 

• To be honest, it’s kinda a miracle he can even have this job because of his criminal past, but who’s looking at that stuff anyways? I’m sure Max knows some people to clean up his record for him, it’s not that big of a deal. Whatever keeps him out of the slammer I guess, he’ll be a productive working member of society. 

• Max isn’t one for children. Like, at all. So the idea of him being a harbinger of summer fun to children all over the county he resides in as a truck driver almost seems preposterous at first. The screaming kids, the brats, the whiners. He absolutely despises it. 

• But, there is something that keeps him coming back summer after summer. It’s one of the easiest ways to flirt with all the pretty (legal age) girls and their beautiful mothers. That’s what he truly looks forward to. 

• Max loves the way all the lovely ladies flock around his ice cream truck in their cute little babydoll dresses, their skin slightly tanned from being out in the sun all day, the freckles that start to adore their skin, how their faces are always flushed pink. Just, ugh. Perfect.

• He’ll always be sure to show off his tattoos as well, leaning his arm out the window so all the girls can “ooo” and “aaah” over the pretty pictures on his skin. Max will always get goosebumps if they trace his tattoos with their fingers too, his body shutters a bit despite the heat. Maybe he’ll flex a bit for them too, letting the ladies touch his big muscles. It fuels his already massive ego.

• But of course, you’ve always been his favorite customer no matter how many ladies hang around him. Everyone has to have a favorite.

• He’ll find himself driving past your place even when it’s not on his particular route for the day. He’ll always time his visit right during the hottest time of the day—when he knows you’ll be outside at the pool or tanning, usually just in your tiny bikini. When you hear that high-pitched jingle coming down your street, you practically drop everything. Max will watch as you run down your driveway towards him, attempting to cover up with a towel wrapped around your form.

• Max will catcall you no doubt, lowly whistling as he leans out the window, throwing some sickeningly sweet pickup line at you. Of course he knows your name (you’ve told him it too many times to count, and you’re very well acquainted with each other), but he always refers to you as his “angel” or “darlin’” no matter what you do. 

• And of course from his angle looking down at you as you stand next to his truck inspecting the ice cream choices for the day, he can't help but stare at your breasts as well. If you've just come out of the pool, he can’t help but to watch as the tiny beads of water trickles down your skin towards your breasts. It makes his head spin every time. 

• These advances, while might seem creepy in nature if they are unsolicited, are completely encouraged by you as well, as you will cheekily flirt back with him. It’s one of the things he likes most about you—how you keep each other on your toes, dancing around any actual serious confessions of your mutual attractions. 

• He’ll touch you as much as he can feasibly get away with, even though you both know you desire more than just these chaste gestures. It might be his hand grazing yours when he hands you your ice cream cone, a touch on the shoulder, maybe play with a lock of your hair if he’s feeling a bit bold that day.

• Basically you play off each other’s energies, and as the summer starts to heat up, the temperature rises between you and Max as well.  

• “Now, darlin’ let me let you in on a little secret between you and your face ice cream man, mhmm?” His voice drops a few octaves as he leans himself out of the window ever so slightly. He does anything he can to get even just the slightest bit closer to you. “Wanna know how you can get an extra scoop, free of charge?”

• Knowing how his little games work, you nod, standing forward on your tippy toes in an attempt to get closer to him too. “Really? That sounds like something I’d be interested in, Max.” 

• “Well, it’s really simple. You just gotta do one thing.” 

• “Uhhhh huhhhh...” you drag out the syllables innocently. 

• Max eyes your body up and down, clad in one of those cute little two-piece swimsuits you seemed to love to wear so much. “Show me what’s under that cute little top you got on, and I’ll give you an extra scoop.” 

You giggle, crossing your arms across your chest. “That what you get off to, you sicko?” You tease him back. Purposefully, you push your breasts together, making sure Max can get a good look at them from his angle. He shrugs, a smirk plastered across his face that would just not fade. 

• “Well I guess you just don’t want that extra scoop that badly now, do you angel?” He smiles as you pout at him. This was more than just a playful flirtation at this point, Max was also challenging you to see juuuuusst how far he could push it with you. 

• You look up and down the street, double checking just to make sure no one was outside or any cars were coming your way. “Okay, but only because I really want that extra ice cream,” you smile and give him a coy wink. “Not for any other reason.” Putting your hands underneath your bikini top, you lift it up to flash Max for a few seconds. 

• His eyes are glued to you, as he whistles lowly. “You’re a damn fine woman if I do say so myself, Miss [Y/N]. A real wild girl. Ain’t nobody in the world like you.” He smiles, scooping you a generous heap of your favorite ice cream onto your cone. “Sure would do anything in the world to spend a night with you.” 

• As he hands you your cone, a wicked thought begins to cross your mind. You cross your arms over your chest again, smiling a bit. “Maybe all you have to do is ask?” 

• He’s a bit caught off guard by your rather direct approach, but he collects himself quickly. “Maybe I’d just have to take you up on that offer sometimes, angel.” Max smiles, shifting the truck in gear again, heading to his next destination. But not before he tells you one last thing.

• “Oh, and one more thing Miss [Y/N]. Everyone gets a free extra scoop today, It’s National Ice Cream Day.” He smirks, eyeing your body once more. “But I’m sure awful thankful for you showing me those nice tits.”  He relishes in the way your face drops in shock. 

• With a tip of his cap, he’s off, laughing as he hears you scream his name in a mix of laughter and frustration. You really were his favorite for a reason.

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HCs: Summer Nights with Max Cady

A/N: Okay babies here’s some nice and soft sfw Max Cady headcannons for day 3! No warnings, (some mention of scandalous behavior) but this is some cute cute summer fun. 

• Summer is definitely Max’s favorite time of year. Not that autumn, spring, and winter don’t have their unique perks to them too, but there’s just something about summer that makes Max feel the most alive. 

• The picnics, the firework shows, parades, ice cream, going to the beach, it’s practically like a jumpstart for his heart. And with a cute thing like you by his side makes it all the more better. 

• So in usual Max Cady fashion, he’s gonna make sure the two of you squeeze out every possible drop of fun you could have during the summer months. You make him feel young again.

• You’ll go to all the summer parades, like for Memorial Day or 4th of July. You’ll always pull out your prettiest little outfits for these occasions, as Max can’t help but twirl you around to see your dress spin with you; watching you get all dizzy and giggly, the bow in your hair threatening to fall out. He loves it when you get all happy and blushy like that.

• If you can’t see over the large crowds these types of events usually gather, Max will host you up in his big, big arms and let you sit atop his shoulders—watching the bands and floats go by on the best seat in the house with cotton candy in your hand.

• There will definitely be some weekend beach trips, enjoying both the ocean and the boardwalk nightlife. Max makes a scene of course in his little leopard print speedo but. If you got it, flaunt it, everyone’s just jealous.

• Okay but there is...I can see Max being so adamant that you stay underneath a beach umbrella during the hottest parts of the day so you don’t get a sunburn. And he’s gonna LATHER you in sunscreen whether you like it or not. He’s gotta take care of you in every possible way he can think to make sure he looks out for his girl. 

• Max with a tan? Sorry I’m currently screaming right now haha don’t mind me. But he’s gonna look.....SO good, even better than he usually does which almost seems impossible. The way his hair gets wet when he swims, and as it dries it’s softer and curlier than his usual slicked back locks its!!! It’s the moment. 

• Oh and you want one of those big teddybear plushies from one of the gamebooths? Max is about to drop his whole life savings to make sure he can get it for you.

• And of course, you cap off your beach day with Max buying you your favorite flavor of ice cream, whatever size his princess wants <3

• Drives to nowhere in his slick red mustang, top down, just going wherever the two of you so desire. The destination doesn’t really matter, just the excitement of being together makes you happy.

• Max is a sucker for odd little roadside attractions. Think like Route 66 levels of kitsch. Giant dinosaurs statues, run down bars, cheesy themed hotel rooms, themed mini-golf, goofy things like that. He’ll make a list of all the ones nearby and make a game for how many you can see in one summer.

• He’ll definitely pull over when you spot one and make you take a cute photo op in front of them, striking a silly pose together. He’ll collect them all and keep them in a little book to always remember.

• Maybe he’ll make reservations at one of those goofy little themed hotels. Test out the beds or....something along the lines of that. Extremely innocent intentions. We love a man who supports local business!

• Drive-in theaters that only exclusively show old movies, cuddled together in the back seat. But you probably won’t be watching much of the movie anyways ;) Max gets easily distracted whenever you’re next to him. Besides, your body is more interesting than anything on the screen. 

• Day trips to the lake, lazily floating down the river in his boat. Hey, he’s got a lot of money to blow, might as well have some fun with it. You’ll pack a cooler with some drinks, food, snacks, and just spend an entire day on the cape. When it gets too hot, as long as the water’s safe, you’ll just park yourself and take a dip.

• Campfires in the backyard, making messy s’mores together that stick to your fingers. Roasting marshmallows over the fire and feeding them to each other. He always has you sit in his lap, so he can wrap his arms around you from behind. He has a tendency to sneak some cheek and neck kisses as well.

• Because of where you’re located, oftentimes you’ll be surrounded by fireflies while you’re outside. So often you’ll just find yourself staying out longer on the porch to watch nature’s own light show; You sitting on a chair nursing a Long Island Iced Tea while Max smokes a cigar. Just lovely little quiet moments like that where you enjoy the silence and relax from the hustle and bustle of your usual adventures.

• Making out underneath firework shows is a must, Max pulling you onto his lap and holding you to him as close as he can as your lips intertwine with each others. He’ll break the kiss, moving his face away and getting a good look at you; watching how the fireworks explode in your eyes--a kaleidoscope of colors in your orbs. 

• And sometimes, you just look so cute in your little summery dresses underneath those big, bright fireworks that he can’t help but just. Lay you down in the cool, damp grass, still sticky with night dew, and have his way with you right then and there.

• It may only be three months, but Max makes sure every day is memorable for the both of you.