#max cady x reader

[shesarainbow]

Max Cady x Reader | Murder in the name of a loving God

Part I | Part II

TW: abusive relationship, emotional abuse, gaslighting, twisted religious beliefs, horror, violence, death. (you have no idea how difficult and disturbing it was to write this 😢)

The weather is gloomy, and rain clouds are getting ready to pour forth rain.

You turn on the radio as you watch the fields pass by. There are some disquieting cross-shaped placards planted amid the wildflowers, hand-painted, on which they read some phrases, most of them are questions about eternal life and soul redemption. You raise an eyebrow and turn to Max.

“Where are we going?”

Max initially ignores you, turns off the radio, then finally answers your question. “You’ll see.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. You start feeling anxious.

“Max, please, tell me where you’re taking me…”

“Home.”

“Home?” you repeat, puzzled. You know he’s not taking you home, or at least not what you consider your home.

“Max, everything’s alright?” you keep asking as he remains silent and stares at the road. You can tell he’s upset. You sigh deeply. You’re about to burst into tears.

“Max, please… I beg you, answer me!” you want to take his hand, but you’re afraid he might lose his temper and do something bad. “Did I do something wrong?” you finally ask.

Max abruptly brakes, pulls over to the side of the road, and stares at you through his sunglasses. “You tell me.”

You gasp in shock and quickly lower your gaze. Your mind is racing, but you are unable to recall anything. “I’m sorry…” you apologize, even though you don’t know for what.

He takes off his sunglasses and looks at you, disappointed. “For what? Are you sorry for what?”

“I don’t know, Max.” you admit, ashamed.

“You don’t know… See, that’s the problem. I respect you, but you don’t respect me.”

“No, Max, that’s not true.” your eyes well up with tears, and you gingerly touch his arm, but Max ignores you.

“Then why were you flirting with that guy earlier?”

“What? What guy? I didn’t flirt at all.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I saw you—the way you were looking at him.”

“Max, listen to me, I—I only care about you. You know that I need you more than anything. Okay, I’m sorry, if I upset you. Please, forgive me…”

When Max doesn’t reply, you start to worry.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” you yell, exasperated, and try to walk out of the car.

Max glares at you. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, grabbing your arm.

“I need to pee…”

“Can’t you wait?”

“No, I’ll be right back…”

He lets you go, and you walk across the field, hiding behind a large bush. You look around and spot some trees and a barn in the distance. You look back, then start rushing to the barn.

Max is patiently waiting for you. “Come on, darlin’. It’s getting late.” No reply. “Look, I’m sorry… Darlin’?” he raises an eyebrow and begins to get suspicious. “Darlin’?” he gets out of the car, grabs the handcuffs from beneath his seat, and walks around the bush and freezes. You’re not there. He looks around and spots you as you enter the barn. “You little bitch…”

The barn looks abandoned. You go inside and look around for a place to hide. You spot some large wooden boxes and hide behind them, crawling on the ground. Your breath is heavy, and your heart starts pounding.

Suddenly you hear footsteps and cover your mouth to avoid whimpering. Your eyes well up with tears again, then you hear his voice and stop breathing.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” singsongs Max, walking slowly. “Daddy knows you’re here. It’s alright, honey. I’m not angry at you, why should I? I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

You know he’s lying. His mellifluous voice sends shivers all over your body. Footsteps get closer and closer, and your heartbeat gets faster.

“Darlin’? I’m sorry for earlier. It’s not your fault, I swear. C’mon, come to Daddy!”

You’re about to believe his words and come out in order to bury your face in his chest, longing for his touch, his arms wrapping around you in a protective hug. You need him to make you feel safe and accepted again. You resist yourself, even if it’s very hard. You just want this to end.

“I was tellin’ ya’ the truth before. I am taking you home. You ain’t happy, sweetheart?” he keeps talking as he comes closer. “Do you wanna play hide and seek, huh? My lil’ girl wanna play and Daddy’s gonna find her…”

You try to remain still and quiet, but you’re so frightened that you start shaking uncontrollably. You look around for another way out, but you are unable to move. You suddenly jolt when you hear Max sigh deeply, right next to you, and immediately you see his shoes. You lower your gaze and try to cover yourself with your arm.

Max is towering over you, just smiling. “There you are, sweetheart.” he says softly as he lightly smoothes your hair. Your heart races, and you tremble, closing your eyes. His fingers stroke your cheek, you keep your eyes closed and stay still.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl, but please don’t hurt me…” you whimper.

“Poor little thing, you cried… don’t worry, a promise is a promise. Everything’s gonna be okay. Daddy’s here, now. You wanna a hug?”

You find yourself nodding. Max gently holds your arm and helps you up, then he wraps you in his arms. You start sobbing as you feel sorry.

“Ssh, it’s alright. Why did you run away?”

“I was scared, I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, honey.” he lifts your chin and gives you a lusty kiss. And you let your guard down, calming down. You no longer tremble.

“Max?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I—uhm, I respect you. You’re very important to me and I—well, I did something for you.”

Max looks at you with interest.

You inhale deeply and begin quoting a psalm. “He restores my soul. He leads me—” you close your eyes and try to remember it well. “—he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”

Max is so surprised. “Well, well, well… I’m impressed, honey. I think you did your homework. When did you learn that?”

“Last night, while you were asleep.” you smile shyly. You spent the whole night flipping through his Bible and memorizing the psalm over and over. You know he would have appreciated that.

Max nods and smile, satisfied. “What about the other psalms? Do you still remember them?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good girl… I’m so proud of you.”

You blush as he leans in for another kiss. You can't help but smile.

“Well, I think you might be ready. You’re gonna adore your new home.”

“Is it far?”

“No, sweetie—oh, I almost forgot: aren’t you afraid of snakes, are you? Not that it matters that much… ”

“What?” you don’t understand.

“You’ll get used to it.” he shrugs. “Now, shall we go, honey?” he offers you his hand. “It's gettin' late, so...”

You hesitate. You’re confused and don’t know what he’s talking about. Why is he being so evasive about this new home? Where exactly is he taking you? Suddenly you realize everything: all those crosses you’ve seen along the way, his speeches about taking you home, his home or whatever he means by it. And the fear you’ve been feeling, how bad you’ve gotten, how much you want to please him because you need his approval more than anything else. You no longer know if you can really trust him. You only know you have no control over yourself.

“No.” you find in yourself the courage to rebel against him.

“No? Did I hear you right?” he stiffens.

“I—” you hesitate again.

“It’s alright, honey. It’s normal to be afraid, but I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you, y’ know that.”

His gentle tone of voice confuse you.

“No, I said.” you convince yourself that you can stand up to him.

Max simply smiles, then abruptly grabs your arm, pulls you towards him, and puts a hand on your head. “I forgive you, sweetie. Now, just do as Daddy says.” the smile fades from his face. “You don't wanna upset me, do you?”

You suddenly feel anger bursting inside you. You hate him, you hate how he’s looking at you, and how he’s manipulating you.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you bastard!” you yell, wriggling to get free. He holds you tightly and forces you to kiss him, his hand gripping your chin to make you open your mouth. You bite his lips, Max groans, letting you go. “Naughty girl… are you suggesting something? Mmh?” but before he can stop you, you scratch his face with your nails. Max grabs your wrists, you try to wriggle out of his grip, but he keeps you from moving.

“You’re a sick, twisted man! You’re just a piece of shit, Max.”

“You poor thing, did you really think you could hurt me? It’s just a little scratch…” he chuckles as he checks his face. His fingers, covered in blood, stroke your face, leaving traces of blood on your cheek.

“You have no power over me, not anymore.” you yell before spitting in his face. Max is shocked. He loosens his grip, and you take your chance, pushing him aside and backing away. “You don’t own me.” you look around for some kind of weapon to use against him.

“After all this time, this is how you pay me back, huh? I’ve committed myself to you and you treat me like this. Daddy’s disappointed, very disappointed… His little girl is really acting very badly.”

“I'm not your little girl!”

You almost trip on something. Your hand reaches for what appears to be a pitchfork.

A thunderclap suddenly strikes, and Max is taken aback for a moment. A heavy downpour begins. You take your chance, lift the heavy pitchfork, and strike Max on the head. He groans in pain and collapses to the ground, but quickly gets up, panting, and staggers towards you. Blood flows from the deep cut on the left side of his head.

You try to hit him again, but he dodges the blow and grabs the pitchfork from your hands, tossing it away. Then he grabs you by the hair.

“Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet.” he recites by heart.

“Down on your knees! Now, take off your clothes. Hurry up!” he yells.

You refuse, whimpering. “No, please… Max, please…”

He pushes you down, and you eventually fall to your knees. You keep sobbing hopelessly.

“Take off your clothes!”

You try to defend yourself, but Max grabs you and rips your shirt open.

“You’re gonna learn to be an animal, to live like an animal and to die like one!” he yells, threatening you.

You are in shock. You don't want to die.

Max notices the fear in your eyes and grins. “But I was like a gentle lamb led to the slaughter. I had no idea that they were planning to kill me!”

You stare at him wide-eyed, scared.

He looks around and has a sudden twinkle in his eyes, staring at the chain and the gas tank in the barn’s corner. He takes the handcuffs out of his pocket and binds your wrist to a metal ring hammered on the ground.

“Max? Max, please...”

He grabs the tank and begins pouring gasoline around a wooden shaft. Then he grabs the chain and approaches you, smiling.

“You’re gonna burn like the witch you are. The fire will purify your soul from your sins.”

He removes your handcuffs and drags you back by pulling your hair. You whimper in fear, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He throws you to the ground as he puts a foot on your back to stop you from escaping.

“Repent for your sins!” he says as he lights up a cigar.

Max is about to pull you up and handcuff you again when a bolt of lightning strikes the barn’s roof, breaking through it and hitting the chain next to you and Max.

The sudden electric discharge throws you against a pile of straw. Max trips over the chain, absorbing the majority of the discharge. He collapses to the ground, unable to move and screaming in excruciating pain. His cigar lands on the gasoline, which ignites istantly.

You get over the shock and stagger to your feet, staring in horror at Max, who is lying on the ground, unconscious. His clothes are in tatters, and his skin is covered in burns. You’re about to drag him away from the flames, but the fire and the smoke are spreading so quickly that you can’t help but flee this living hell.

You cough and tears stream down your cheeks as you run; you stumble, but you immediately get up and walk out of the barn, where the rain soaks you and washes the blood away. You fall to the ground, exhausted, and cry out all your tears and pain. Gradually the rain stops, and the barn goes up in flames. You pant in short breaths, watching it burning.

Max is still inside. A part of you wanted to save him. After all the bad he did to you.

You get up, still coughing. You're covered in bruises and you stagger a bit.

You suddenly realize you’re free, finally free.

Now you can go home, you think as your eyes well up with tears, tears of joy.

[just-another-muddafucka]

MASTERLIST ( * means explicit)

RECENTLY UPDATED: 01/17/24

Max Cady

* unwanted visitor - a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

[jugheadthelesbian]

sfw requests r open!!

alright im caving. while not feeling completely up to writing new chapters for anything, i am desperate to write something 😭😭

so x reader, x oc, and pairings requests r now open!! just send me ur asks w whatever u want for the following fandoms/characters

criminal minds

🩷 x reader/oc: i will do any of the characters from the team x reader or x oc but i LOVE writing elle, garcia, and morgan specifically

🩷 pairings: morcia, galvez, spencelle, hotchi, jemily, jelle, jarcia, ellemily, rossi x gideon, gideon x hotch

harry potter/marauders

🩷 x reader/oc: harry, ron, fred, george, lee jordan, hermione, ginny, luna, cedric, angelina johnson, lily evans, marlene, remus, sirius, peter, james, regulus, dorcas, mary, pandora, evan, barty, bellatrix, narcissa, alice, andromeda, and rita

🩷 pairings: ronmione, linny, lee x george, lee x fred, jily, jegulus, jegulily, regulily, pandalily, wolfstar, dorlene, marylene, marylily, quillkiller, nobleflower, and rosekiller

the hunger games

🩷 x reader/oc: finnick, annie, johanna, katniss, peeta, haymitch, cashmere, gloss, enobaria, lucy gray, sejanus, and cinna

🩷 pairings: odesta, johannie, everlark, hayffie, cashbaria, clato, and glarvel

mean girls(2024)

🩷 x reader/oc: regina, damien, janis, cady, gretchen, karen, and aaron

🩷 pairings: rejanis, fetchen, cady x aaron, ms norberry x mr duvall

stranger things

🩷 x reader/oc: max, lucas, dustin, mike, will, el, steve, robin, nancy, eddie, jonathan, argyle, and chrissy

🩷 pairings: lumax, elumax, byler, elmax, steddie, platonic stobin, ronance, hellcheer, buckingham, and jargyle

note: i will not do anything beyond making out and i will do angst and fluff :) if a character/pairing was not mentioned, but u want to request it, feel free to ask anyways and i will respond privately if i dont feel comfortable doing it. i can do head canons or full-on drabbles, u pick! i can also do platonic pairings or x reader/oc

as for introductions, im a chronic flirter with an obsession for reading who is loved by one(@siriusblackwannabe)

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[everywherea11thetime]

🎀🎸Masterlist🎸🎀

sleppytime|lando x fem!reader

well my boyfriends in a band|Matty healy x reader Part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 final part

Education, Calculation, Exploration💙| max verstappen x fem!reader Part2

so highschool| lando x reader smau

Lego date| lando Norris x reader blurb

cady girl| lando norris x reader|

[dollwritesarchive]

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

[fangirl-imagines]

Celebrating Christmas with Max Cady Would Include...

The summer may be Max Cady’s favorite time of the year but he also absolutely loves Christmas. 

He can’t wait to celebrate your first Christmas together too as a couple, making new traditions together. 

Max is already a rather flashy person and he loves the parts of Christmas that some other people might find tacky. 

He would absolutely wear a truly awful Christmas sweater with an atrocious pattern and somehow still make it look amazing. 

He’d love how cute you look in little cozy sweater dresses and tights! He’d be licking his lips and running his hands up and down your thighs, loving how the thin material of your tights against your legs felt. 

He couldn’t resist but to pat his knee and ask you if you’d want to come sit on Santa’s lap and ask if you’d been a good girl this year. 

Late at night the two of you would go on drives together in his red caddy, with the top up and the heater blaring of course, to see people’s Christmas lights hung up. 

You really wouldn’t even need the heat turned up though when you’re sitting tucked into Max’s side with his arm around you. 

When it really starts to get cold out Max will be insistent on making sure you’re layered up so his baby doesn’t get cold.

If you do forget your layers or still get cold he’ll take your hands in his much larger ones and blow on them to warm them with his breath or pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm, and kissing your forehead. 

The man is basically like your own personal heater. Cuddling up with him at night you’d never have to worry about getting cold. 

And if you did get cold Max would always have some very creative ways to warm his girl up ;) 

Max loves a good parade too so there’s no way he’s not taking you to the local Christmas parade to see the floats. 

There’s something about the crowds and the energy that Max just loves. And being there with his girl under his arm and hot chocolates just makes it even better. 

When it comes to putting up your own decorations Max would love to go all out with it. 

When you’re not looking he hangs mistletoe up and dips you into a passionate kiss. When he pulls back, smirking at your surprised, wide eyed expression he just points up at the mistletoe above your heads and walks away. 

As far as the tree is concerned Max would never settle for anything other than a real Christmas tree. 

He’d probably want to cut it down himself too, taking you out to look for one with an axe thrown over his shoulder and his gloved hand holding yours.

He lets you lead him around for as long as you like until you pick out whichever tree you want and then tells you to stand back while he chops it down easily, showing off his big muscles. ;D

Max has quite the sweet tooth and when it’s too cold out to indulge in ice cream he switches over to Christmas treats. 

This man thought he couldn’t love you anymore than he already did until you made his Christmas cookies. 

He’d come up behind you while you’re baking and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and kissing your neck while you're trying to focus. 

Being the religious person that Max is, he'd find a lot of importance in the religious aspects of Christmas and would love it if you came to church with him on Christmas. 

Of course he’d never make you if you didn’t want to go with him but he’d be super excited if you did and love sharing that part of himself with you. 

If you wanted to spend the holidays with your family Max would gladly accompany you without question. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t care where the two of you spend Christmas. 

He’d lay on the Max Cady charm as much as he could to try and win over your family. Your family may not be crazy about the age difference when you bring Max home but they’d have to be blind not to see how crazy about you Max is. 

If you don’t want to spend the holidays with your family for any reason Max would be fine with that too! He’d love getting to spend Christmas alone with his girl and getting you all for himself. 

The two of you would make a big breakfast together and spend most of the day on the couch/in bed together watching your favorite Christmas movies and making out during the boring parts. 

There��s a very good chance that he’d get a tattoo to represent you for your Christmas gift and surprise you with it later that night.

[droogiesanddiscourse]

Cape Fear (1991) Masterlist

"Let's get something straight. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine foot cell surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."

『 Full Fanfictions 』

“Saturday Morning”

⭑ “Losing My Religion”

⭑ “3 A.M.”

⭑ “Age of Consent”

⭑ “Lambs to the Slaughter”

⭑ “Little Girls Shouldn’t Be Playing With Dangerous Men”

『 Headcannons 』

Max Cady “rescuing” you from a creep at the bar

Valentine’s Day with Max Cady

Max Cady Comforting his Insecure! S/O

Max Cady and his relationship with your child

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Max Cady

⭑ Dating Max Cady would include

⭑ Max Cady and you being lewd in a Photo Booth

⭑ Teasing Max Cady

⭑ Max Cady Gets Jealous

⭑ Max Cady with a Plus Sized! S/O

[buckydeniro]

jimmy conway headcanon inspired by the “i’m gonna take a shower. do you care to join me? “you know, honey, there’s a gun in the footlocker in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.” scene in modern family whdkdhkfj

jimmy conway x reader

• it was a rare day for jimmy to be at home so you both took advantage of all the time you could spend with each other

• lets be honest you tagged along with him on a lot of his things

• poker nights with the guys, collecting money from people, almost everything

• even his hits

• what can you say, you two were inseparable.

• jimmy’s on the couch reading the newspaper, relaxing in comfortable clothes instead of his usual suits and you smile to yourself, on the opposite end of the couch where you’re lying down, at the sight before you.

• as if he senses you staring at him he turns his head to look at you a smile that’s mixed with a smirk sneaking it’s way onto his face

• “can i help you?”

• your smile grows, biting down on your bottom lip, haphazardly putting your book aside, deciding to jump up and move to sit in his lap, arms intertwining around his neck as his arms snake around your waist, your movements communicating in their own language

• it’s silent for a few seconds, you two just looking at each other with endearment

• your fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and his fingers rubbing up and down softly against your back

• “well, i was thinking of taking a shower..”

• he cocks his eyebrow at you, listening

• “care to join me?” your eyes have a playful glint in them and his eyes now are filled with mischief and lust

• “you know, honey, there’s a gun hidden in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.”

• you laugh bubbly, shaking your head at him as your giggles die down

• his smile growing at the sight of yours

• lifting his eyebrows up quickly he picks you up carrying you to the bathroom “lets go”

• him smirking on the way to the bathroom with you

• and you laughing and him joining in chuckling because you’re laugh is so contagious

• okay bye

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Absolute, Unconditional Surrender

Max Cady x Reader

All smut, no plot! Mature readers only!

Requested by @lamourducinema 💖✨

The title comes from Sexus by Henry Miller.

"To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all"

TW: SMUT, rough sex, deep throating, explicit sexual language, Max Cady in general

Word Count: 2.7k

"Hey, Max?" you call from the living room at your boyfriend's place.

"Yes, darlin'?" You hear him answer from the bedroom down the hall with that thick southern accent you had come to love.

"Come here! I have something to show you!"

"Oh? Well, why don't you bring it in here where I can get you in this bed?"

"But... Please? I promise you'll like it."

You're standing there leaning against a chair, dressed in some new lingerie you had bought. You just know it'll drive Max crazy. It's lacy and pastel colors: a two piece bra and panty with thigh high stockings and a choker beaded with pastel hearts and stars. Max is gonna love the sexy shape it takes on your body and how revealing it is and the child-like colors. He loves to play with the idea of you being so much younger and smaller than him.

You hear the man get up out of bed, and so you quickly stand up straight and put on a shy expression. Your legs are close together and your hands are holding each other behind your back, playing into how nervous you are to show him your new outfit.

He stalks down the hallway, tall, muscular, hair slicked back just the way he liked it.

"Oh baby..." is all he can say when he sees you in your lingerie. He lets out an excited grunt and makes his way across the living room to you in just a few steps of his long legs. He puts a hand on one of your shoulders and the other on your hip, squeezing his fingers into you as he looks you up and down.

After a moment, he spins you around slowly, so he can see your backside. He runs a hand over one of your butt cheeks before squeezing at it. He wraps his other hand around you, his hand landing on your chest at the base of your neck, and he pulls you back into him.

He gets right next to your ear and in a low voice asks, "Did you do this just for me, princess?"

You let out a hum as you feel his clothes pressing against your nearly bare body.

"Now, you know better than to not answer my question," he says, putting on a disappointed voice.

"Yes, I did it for you."

"Aww, see that's all you had to say," he says, turning you back around to fave him and backing you up into the wall, "you know I love it when you dress up for me, baby doll."

Max places his hands on either side of you, grabbing at your ribs, and he places a lengthy open-mouthed kiss on your lips. As your lips move together, you reach up and try to unbutton his shirt. He pulls away from the kiss and pushes your hands off of him.

"Is someone being a needy little baby tonight? Hmm?" He likes to talk to you like this, like he is in charge of you; it makes him feel like he has to protect you and take care of you. It also turns you both on to play this game, although it felt like it wasn't a game for Max sometimes.

"Well, you just look so good with your shirt off, I know you like to keep in shape."

"Aw, you sweet thing. You like my muscles?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mmm, well I like your little outfit," he says giving you another kiss, "but don't you think you should've come to the bedroom to show it to me, silly girl?"

"Well... I, uh," your voice trails off.

"You what, baby?"

"I was thinking maybe we could, um, do it in here."

"In here? Where in here?" He questions you in between kisses to your neck. You reach out and pat the arm of the big chair next to you. It was a big sturdy armchair that Max liked to sit in when you were in the living room. You spent a lot of time sitting in his lap making out with him in this chair before he would carry you back to his bedroom to make love to you.

He turned to look at your hand as your fingers lingered on the chair. "My chair? You want me to fuck you on my chair?"

You nod your head at him with a small smile, "Yes, please."

"Mmm, I guess you are feeling needy, honey," he says grabbing your by the hips and lifting you easily before sitting you on the side of the chair. He starts to make out with you again, as his hands travel to your thighs. He pushes them apart, teasing you by scratching there with his fingernails. When you let out a little whine, his hand moves to start massaging you through your panties.

You moan and arch your hips towards his hand. You pull away from his lips and ask in a breathy voice, "Can I take your shirt off, please?"

"Please what?"

There's a small pause, as you know what he expects you to say, but you like to make him wait for it. "Please, Daddy," you say, looking at up him through your lashes.

"Mm! Baby girl, you know I love it when you call me that... Yes ma'am, little darlin', you can take my shirt off," he says continuing his actions. You reach up to unbutton his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders, exposing his large biceps and toned abs that were covered in tattoos.

You let your hand slide down abdomin and past his belt to rub him through his pants.

"Ooh..." he says as he leans back down to you for another round of kisses. You feel him getting hard against your hand, and pretty soon he would be wanting more than just your hand on him.

He moves his hand away only for a second to slide it into your panties. The look of his big strong hand and long fingers disappearing into your pastel, lacy panties is a huge turn on for you. As his middle finger finds your clit and starts to stimulate you, a wave of pleasure passes through your body and you let out a loud, "Oh!" and your hand moves away from his pants and you try to grab at his sides, wanting him closer to you.

He makes a disappointed grunt at the loss of your hand. He grabs your hand and puts it back on his groin, and you try to move your hand against him and best you can, but you simply can't concentrate with the way his fingers are working between your legs.

"I'm disappointed, baby girl, you know I expect more from you. All distracted by my hand in your panties and you can't even think about me." Despite saying this, he still presses on pleasing you.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, it just feels so good," you say between heavy breaths.

"Oh, I'm sure it does, but you're just being a spoiled little girl. You want Daddy to make you feel good without doing anything for him," he mocks at you. "Well that just won't do," his hands leave you and he straightens up, towering in front of you, "you're gonna make me feel good too."

You look up at him sheepishly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Get on those knees for me."

"But... I'll mess up my new stockings! I got 'em to wear for you, Daddy," you argue. He likes it when you put up a bit of a fight, makes him feel like he's in charge, but he knows as well as you do that you have him wrapped around your little finger.

"Hmm, well you should've thought about that earlier, princess," he says, pulling you up off the chair and putting his hands on your shoulders, pushing you onto your knees in front of him.

His hands move to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, before he shoves them down to the floor. He puts his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, which here always small, silky, and vibrantly colored, to pull them down, but you reach up and stop him.

"Wait- can I do it? I feel bad about not making you feel good, Daddy," you explain to him.

"Aww, well, since you asked so kindly," he removes his thumbs from his briefs and puts a hand on your cheek and the other in your hair, "and I know what a good little angel you can be when you want to."

You reach up and grab his hard member through his underwear, teasing at the head by cupping you hand on it over and over again. He lets out a long low moan as he weaves his fingers into your hair. You lean forward, kissing and nibbling his member through the fabric. He becomes needy feeling the sensations traveling through his body. You fingertips grace over his the skin at his hips and happy trail just above the waistline of his underwear.

"Oh, now you're just being a tease..." He says looking down on you. He looks great from this angle. Looking up on him, his abs look more defined and his lusty eyes stare at you through his lashes.

You simply smile at him, kissing him through his underwear a few more time while you look into each other's eyes.

"Don't you act like you're innocent-" he starts to say, but you cut him off by pulling his hard length out and taking the tip in your mouth. As you please and suck on it, you push his silky underwear down around his ankles. Max, being the noisy lover he is, starts grunting and breathing heavily, finally finding some relief in the warm and wet of your mouth.

"Oh god, darlin'," he leans forward over you, putting a hand on the chair behind you for support and the other grips the back of your head at the nape of your neck, "you look so pretty with my cock between your lips."

When you feel the tip of his penis hit the back of you mouth, he moans loudly and begins to rock his hips into your mouth. When he starts to tug at your hair, moving your head back and forth, you know what he wants. You relax your mouth and throat as much as you can, and he pushes his length back into your throat.

"Good girl..." he practically growls, "Such a good girl for Daddy." His movements become a bit bigger, essentially fucking your face. You do your best to stay relaxed for him and try not to gag too much. You look up at him through your lashes; he looks down at you in pure ecstacy like there was no better feeling on Earth.

After a few moments, he started moving slower, pulling out almost entirely and then pushing all the way back in. He does this a few times before pulling out entirely.

"I'm not gonna lie to ya, baby girl; I got pretty close there and had to slow down," he said through heavy breaths and a chuckle.

"You could've finished if you wanted to," you say while trying to wipe the drool from your mouth. Max grabs his shirt from the floor to wipe your mouth.

"Oh, and missed out on fucking that little pussy of yours? I don't think so, little miss," he helps pull you up off your knees, "now get on that chair for Daddy."

You turn around and prop one knee up on the chair and arch your back so your butt pops out a bit.

"Mmm, you want it like that, baby?" Max asks with his eyebrows raised.

"Mm-hmm," you nod your head at him excitedly.

"Whatever you want, honey," he walks up right behind you and snakes his hand into your panties again, "since you were such a good girl for me."

You gasp lightly when he flicks a finger over your clit. He massages your there for a moment before removing his hand, grabbing your panties at the back, and pulling them to the side.

"I like your little surprise you had for me. I hope you don't mind if I fuck you in it," he whispers next to your ear. Behind you, you hear him spit in his hand and rub it around the head of his erection. You let out an eager moan when you feel him rubbing it back an forth on your entrance. Carefully, he pushes past your lips and enters you.

You move your hips up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper with each movement. The angle of him towering over you as you lean on the chair allows him to find your g-spot easily. When you begin to make noises letting him know how pleasured you feel, he grips your hip bones tightly and starts fucking into you hitting that sensitive area again and again. You begin letting out noises involuntary, whining and yelling as his dick slams into you.

"So wet and loud for me, baby girl..." he grunts into your ear, "and it's all mine, right?"

You furrow your eyebrows unable to form words, "Uhh-huh..." you utter.

"What's that, princess? Answer me. Are you mine? Do you belong to me?" he questions you.

You simply whine and arch your back, enjoying the feeling of him inside you. You feel a large muscular hand clasp around your neck and pull you back towards his chest.

"Answer me!" he growls, fucking into you furiously. As his hand clenches your airway, you feel the beads from your new choker pressing into the delicate skin of your neck, leaving a ring of little bruises.

With your head laid back on his shoulder, you look over at him as you feel the pleasure of the loss of blood circulation to your head, "Yes..." you squeak out. He loosenes his grip in your throat so you can speak. You cough a little bit and say, "Yes, Daddy, I'm all yours, Daddy!"

"That's what I like to hear; that's my good girl," he coos to you. The hand he had on your hip wraps around to your front and presses on your belly, forcing you to feel his hardness inside you. Your moans grow louder, and he continues to squeeze his hand around your throat ever-so-often.

You turn into a mess in Max's have as you feel your climax coming, "Max, baby... I'm gonna cum."

"Good, baby, good," he slides his hand down to massage your clit once again, and within seconds you're coming undone. Being pleased inside and out, you yell out for Max letting out string of "Daddy" over and over.

The man behind you squeezes down on your throat again, letting you feel the ecstacy of being choked while you orgasm. He also uses this as grip to grind his hips into you harder. Your orgasm continues on for a long time as your g-spot takes a pounding while Max searches for his own finish.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum inside you, baby. Daddy's gonna fill you up, princess," his pumps become quick and more rhythmic as he reaches his climax. He grabs your hips and shoves into you hard and deep; you feel his warm seed as he empties into you.

When he pulls out of your he releases his grip on your neck and steps back from you. You try to get your leg off the chair and lower it to the floor, but it starts shaking.

"You okay, little darlin'?" Max asks.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," you chirp to him.

When you try to stand up and step away from his chair, your shaky legs betray you. Max steps over quickly, catching you in his strong arms.

"Silly baby... I guess I fucked you 'til you couldn't walk anymore," he smiled, quite proud of himself. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and go to bed." He scoops you up bridal style to carry you to the bathroom.

Surprisingly, Max is excellent with aftercare. As much as he likes to use and abuse your body for pleasure, he also likes to check on you, ask you if the sex was good, clean you up, and comfort you afterwards. He feels that if he doesn't take care of you, you won't let him play out his fantasies with you, which is his favorite thing to do.

And so he takes out a washcloth to clean you off, tells you how pretty you looked in your cute lingerie, and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his arm.

[shesarainbow]

Spending the summer with Max Cady

🎶 Hot summer nights, mid-july, when you and I were forever wild, the crazy days, the city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child 🎶

You and Max are driving down the highway in his red Mustang, listening to music. You're sitting in the passenger seat, singing your favourite summer song at the top of your lungs, while Max smiles and strokes your hair, happy.

Max takes you to the mall before heading to the beach. You literally drag him into the photo booth to take pictures. Max lets you to sit on his lap before smiling at the camera. You lean in on his shoulder and smile. Your favourite photo is the one where Max is making funny expressions. Max’s is the one where you’re just laughing at something he said. 

Max enjoys buying you stuff, so he encourages you to choose whatever you want. “Anything you want, babe. My lil’ girl earned it.” You walk out of the mall wearing a big hat, glamorous sunglasses, and a lovely dress that Max has picked out for you.

At the beach, Max insists on applying sunscreen to your skin because he doesn’t want you to get sunburned. He does it with care and lets you to do the same thing on his tattoed skin.

Max can’t stop staring at your bikini body. He thinks you’re just fabulous. Oh, how he admires your beautiful body...

You swim in the ocean and have a water fight. Or if you can’t swim, Max patiently teaches you. “Attagirl! That's my mermaid!”

You make sand angels on the beach or play frisbee before diving back into the ocean.

While Max relaxes under the beach umbrella, you collect seashells, make a necklace and give it to him. He’s very proud of your necklace and puts it on right away, kissing your salty skin.

Max is sleeping, you approach him on tiptoe, splash him with water, then run off giggling. “C’mere, you little brat!” he chases you until he grabs you and holds you down on the sand. “Someone needs to be punished, huh?” and start kissing you. 

You spend the remaining time building a sandcastle, burying Max in the sand, sunbathing while Max strokes you, or writing your names in the sand.

He chooses a quiet spot in the park, under the shade of the trees, and improvises a picnic with your favourite ice cream while you listen to him read one of his favourite books or recite Bible verses.

You beg Max to buy you a cherry lollipop and tease him by licking it slowly before you start singing the famous song Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop. Max grabs you, wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you long and hard. “Just behave like a good little girl, will ya? Or else Daddy could get upset, things could get out of hand and I could do something to you that you would not like, right here. You don’t wanna make me angry, do ya?” You tease him a little more, but he’s pretty serious, so you just pull yourself together. Max grabs your hand as you walk in silence. “I’m sorry… are you still upset with me?” you whisper. He’s secretly enjoying all this and lifts your chin, saying “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. But don’t do it again, all right?” You simply nod.

Very often you are mistaken for father and daughter. Max is actually flattered and always replies with “Yeah, she’s my little girl.” and you can't help but blush, knowing what he really means.

Everyday is a new day, and you never know what will happen. You and Max are constantly on the road, staying in motels, eating in diners, and visiting new towns.

One day Max rents a boat, and you spend the entire day sunbathing and cuddling each other.

You go to an amusement park and take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. You visit the Haunted Mansion and spend the entire time clinging to his arm. “Are you scared, babe? You're such adorable, sweetie!” he teases you, pinching your cheek.

You go to the aquarium and enjoy watching the penguins hop around and the dolphins and seals swim and play. Max prefers to watch the sharks gliding past the window instead.

Max decides to get a new tattoo and convinces you to do the same. If you're too scared, you can just watch him as he assures you that he's not in any pain. He chooses to have your name tattoed on his skin.

You go bowling, and, of course, Max always wins. You can't even lift the heavy ball and Max shows you how and lets you win.

You go to the cinema or watch a movie at the drive-in. His hand resting on your leg, his mind distracted by your presence.

On July 4th, Max takes you to watch the parade, and then you watch the fireworks together. You're lying on a blanket, your head resting on Max's chest; he's your giant pillow, and you're having a bonfire while gazing at the stars. You stay up all night watching the sunrise.

[just-another-muddafucka]

unwanted visitor*

pairing: max cady x fem!reader

summary: a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

warnings: explicit language, slight dub con, fingering, choking, face slapping, predatory vibes, huuggeee age gap (but reader is of legal age), daddy kink

When the last bell of the day rang, you were more than happy to pack your books into your bag and hurriedly get out from behind your desk. All of your frustrations washed away the minute the final bell rang throughout the school. You walked with a pep in your step down the hall and to the left where your locker was. Quickly putting in your combination, you unlocked the metal barrier and shoved your history textbook inside and huffed as you fixed your lopsided headband that kept your hairs away from your face.

“Y/N!” You heard your friends squeal your name as they ran to you, all laughing and talking at the same time.

“If you’re gonna ask me to go to the mall again, the answer is gonna be no,” you giggled and held your binder to your chest as you shut your locker and made sure to rearrange the numbers. “My parents are coming home tomorrow and I have to clean up and stuff.”

“And stuff? What’re you gonna do? Rub one out the last night you’re alone?” Alana, the loud and dirty one of the group, questioned you and made an obscene gesture with her fist and mouth.

You shoved her and covered your blushing face with your binder as your friends giggled around you. You rolled your eyes at her filthy antics and walked in between them. “I’ll let you guys know though, okay? I have studying to do and food shopping.”

“Oh, let me know when you go food shopping. I need to get more snacks,” Beverly, the insanely smart and talkative one of the group, told you as she fixed her glasses on her nose. “I ate too much of everything again and my parents are gonna freak when they see how empty the cabinets are. Especially my dads secret stash. No wonder he keeps a lock and key.”

You and Alana shared a look and laughed. Alana wrapped an arm around Beverly’s shoulders as you three made your way out of the school. There was still a bustle of students here and there - some waiting for the bus, some waiting for their parents, others just loitering. Alana and Beverly were chatting amongst themselves, and judging from the way Bev was sucking her teeth annoyingly, Alana was probably saying something dirty or poking fun. You were in your own head as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

They suddenly landed on a beautiful red mustang parked across the street. The man in the driver’s seat was significantly older than you. You weren’t sure if he was a parent or a teacher, but his eyes never left yours the minute you spotted him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to earth and you quickly turned your head to focus on your two friends.

“We’re gonna head to the arcade. Danny’s supposed to meet us there. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Bev asked you, furrowing her eyebrows and biting down on her bottom lip with her brace covered teeth.

“I’m sure,” you smiles and fixed the straps of your bag and held your binder tighter to your chest as you took a few steps back. “I’ll see you guys Monday!”

They both bid you a goodbye and went around the school to where the football field was to cut a shortcut. You trotted down the steps and began to make your way home which was just a 10 minute walk, 6 minutes tops if you ran. But do you really wanna run in a skirt? You shook your head to yourself and giggled softly. The air was so fresh and clean. It rained last night and today was a beautiful morning. The smell of grass and flowers overwhelmed your senses as the birds chirped around you.

“Excuse me, young lady,” you heard a gentle southern voice call at you from beside.

You gasped and looked to the side and saw the man you had seen before. He rests one elbow on the the drivers side window as the other rests on the steering wheel. He was wearing a sailor’s hat and had a Hawaiian shirt on, only the top three buttons undone, showcasing a hairy and well built chest with tattoos. He had some on his arms as well and it gave you butterflies. He lowered his sunglasses just a smidge and gave you a charming smile. Up close, he looked so handsome and rugged.

“I sincerely apologize for startling you,” he told you. “Do you, by any chance, know where Collins Avenue is? I’m afraid I don’t have a map and I have a doctor’s appointment.” He seemed so friendly. It made you feel at ease. You stepped closer to the car and looked down the street, missing the way his eyes roamed you up and down.

“You’re gonna go down that street here. And then when you’re about to pass that yellow house, you’re gonna make a right. And then there’s gonna be a blue house at the corner, then you’re gonna wanna make a left and then keep going straight!” You told the directions and gave him a bashful smile, hugging your binder closer to your chest again. “Do you get it, mister?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, darlin,” he huffed and licked his lips, sucking his teeth and tapping his thump against the steering wheel.

“Well, I can draw it out for you if you’d like? I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand,” you giggled quietly, making the man smirk as he bit his lip.

“Would you like to take a seat inside so you’re more comfortable?” He offered and unlocked the doors of his car.

“I’m not allowed to get into cars with strangers, mister,” you told him softly, nervously biting your lip.

“Well look at how smart you are!” He praised you, causing your cheeks to blush pink. He didn’t miss that and grinned wolfishly. “My name is Max Cady. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him, taking a small step towards the car when he outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hand was so much bigger than yours, fingers long and veins protruding on his hand and arm. You swallowed down a whimper at the touch.

“See, now we ain’t strangers anymore,” he winked at you, laughing quietly as you looked down. “I promise you, I’m a respectful man and you seem like a lovely lil lady.” He fingers tapped against his thigh as his knee started to bob, a sign of impatience. But he needed to get you to trust him. He needed to simply wait it out until it was the right time. When your hand touched the handle, something inside of him jumped for joy. “There we go!”

You opened your binder and turned to a clean sheet of paper, pulling out a pencil from its pocket and beginning to draw an outline of where Max needed to go. You can feel his eyes on you as you neatly scribbled down street signs and little squares as houses. His scent suddenly filled your senses. The cologne he was wearing smelled so intoxicating. You wanted to bury your nose in his neck to keep that scent around you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together under your binder, hoping he didn’t realize your squirming. Oh, but he did. His eyes trailed down to look at the exposed skin hidden under your pink checkered skirt, your white thigh highs fitting so snug around you. It looked so soft and supple. He needed to squeeze your flesh and sink his teeth into them to leave his mark. He suddenly wonders if you bruise easily.

“So, you go to this school here?” Max asks you, wanting to make small talk to keep you longer. “I hear it’s the last month before summer.”

“Yes, I do! It’s my last year too, and then I go to college,” you beamed with excitement and he almost found it adorable. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be so exciting.”

“No kiddin’. What’re you studying?” He licked his lips and looked at your neck and collarbones, suddenly wondering what you’d taste like if he trailed his tounge across. How long would he have to choke you to make you pass out?

“English! I wanna be a writer,” you gave him a shy smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled back at you. Man, was he handsome. “I never asked where you’re from, Max. I recognized your accent.”

“Oh, just a lil town up in Georgia,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ too special, I guess.”

“Georgia? I heard they have great peaches up there. I always wanted to go to a peach farm,” you pouted.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” His voice dropped down to a low baritone hum as he moved closer to you, the heat of just him engulfing you like flames. His breath tickled your ear. “They ain’t that good.”

You burst into a fit of giggles and covered your mouth with your palm. Max chuckles to himself and elbows you lightly. Your skin was soft. His hands twitched as he moved back to his spot. And what perfume were you wearing? It smelled like strawberries and rose water.

“Um, here you go, sir - Max!” You handed him the paper and closed your binder after putting your pencil away. “If you just follow those directions, you’d be out on the main street and then the doctor’s office should be around there. I promise, you won’t get lost.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a lovely samaritan, I do believe you deserve a reward,” he tells you and reaches over to open the glove compartment, the back of his hand briefly touching your knees as he rifles around and pulls out a heart shaped lollipop. “Somethin’ sweet for a sweet peach.”

You blushed and took the lollipop with a soft thank you, sir. You unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth, immediately letting out a soft moan, not even realizing it as you suckle and lick. Max never once took his eyes off you. His face changed into one of seriousness. He need to have you. And if he couldn’t right now, he’d find a way. When you went to look at him, he immediately gave you that charming smile of his.

“How about I take you home? You’ve been so good to me and I would just feel so bad letting you walk alone out here,” he told you and laid a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down as he looked into your eyes. Almost hypnotized, you nodded. “Where do you live, peach?”

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When Max stopped in front of your house, he took notice of the absence of cars in the driveway. You turned in your seat and gave him a blushing smile. He rests his arm on the seats behind him and spreads his thighs comfortably. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes look down before quickly looking into his again.

“Thank you for the ride, Max. I do hope you get to the doctors office safely,” you told him gently, leaning over the console to give his stubbly cheek a kiss, once more smelling that cologne.

“Pleasure’s all mine, peach,” he grins and tips his hat to you like a gentleman, savoring the little giggles that escape your red tinted lips that was from the lollipop.

He watches as you exit the car, waving back at you as you walk up the long walkway that leads to the steps. When you reach the top, you unlock the door, turning back once more to wave at Max. He gives you a wink as you shut the door. His smile drops from his face at an instant as he puts his car into drive and parks a few houses down. All he has to do is wait now.

When you get inside the house, you drop your bag down with a sigh and envelope the silence that fills up every room. You hated silence with such a passion. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same damn time. You needed excitement and wonder and boisterous adventures. You trudged up the carpet steps and enter your lonely room. Tugging off your shoes, you neatly put them back in the empty space under your bed, pushing them back just a tad so your bedsheets cover them. You remove your headband and run your fingers through your hair. You sat down on the edge of your bed with a sigh. Coming home to an empty house was the worst feeling you ever felt.

“I need a dog,” you mumbled to yourself and walked over to the radio that sat on your windowsill, sliding in your favorite tape of Queen and smiling happily again when Somebody To Love came on. You hummed along to the lyrics and began to pick up any dirty laundry lying around. You had to make sure the bathroom was in tact as well before your parents came home. You made a mental list in your head of things you needed to do as you left your room and entered the small laundry room just beside yours. You loaded the washer, poured in a small cup of detergent, and turned the novel so that it would start rotating the clothes around.

You walked down the steps and entered the guest bathroom that was adjacent to the back door. You put your handle on the knob and turned it to make sure it was still locked before you left for school and after you came home. Just as you walked down the hallway to check the front door, the familiar Hawaiian shirt caught you off guard in your kitchen. You gasped and pressed your back against the walk beside the steps. Max Cady was standing in your kitchen eating an apple from your bowl of fruits.

“You should learn how to lock your doors, honey,” he tells you, taking another bite out of the apple as he motions with his hand around. “I mean, anybody can just walk in.”

“Wha-What’re you doing here, sir?” You whispered helplessly, feeling as thought you’re about to collapse just from how fast your heart is beating. “My parents will be home a-any minute, you need to go.”

“The calendar says otherwise,” he tells you condescendingly and steps in front of said calendar. He points to a circled date that was tomorrow and reads aloud, “Mom and dad come back.” He turns back to you, seeing the evident fear in your ears and the tremble in your body. “Now, why on earth would you go and lie about somethin’ like that? Your parents taught you about strangers, but I guess they ain’t teachin’ you about lying.”

A small tear rolls down your cheek as you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a feeble, “Please.”

Max sets the apple down on the countertop and begins to stalk towards you just as you make a mad dash for the front door. You swing it open just when his strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down behind him, causing you to scream and fall on your hands and knees. He slams the door and chases you up the stairs as you helplessly crawl. You sobbed and fought at his rough hands as they grab your arms to slam you against the wall, making one of the picture frams fall onto the ground. You cried and clawed at his skin, trying to smack his face to catch him off guard.

“Get over here,” he growls and enters your room, throwing you onto the bed and slamming the door shut with his foot. “I do believe you need to learn some manners.”

You cried and hiccuped as you hugged your knees to your chest, desperately holding onto them as grabbed onto your pillows as well. You watched with tear filled eyes as Max turns off your radio. He gets on his knees on your bed. You helplessly shake your head and cried out when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down onto your back, causing your sheets to come undone and your stuffed animals to become disheveled.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered and closed your eyes tight, feeling his nose against your damp cheek as he chuckles in your ear.

“Kill you? Oh honey, I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he tells you, his southern drawl becoming thicker. He sits up straight, looking down your body and at how your thighs are trembling, your skirt pooled around your hips to show your tight gray panties. “Look at what we got here.”

You hiccuped and fearfully opened your eyes to see him staring down between your thighs with such hunger. You go to close them, but he smacks your thigh with such force that it makes you cry out. You rub at that sensitive and pained flesh, suddenly wishing that you never interacted with the man. He grabs your blouse and rips it apart, your buttons flying everywhere. You hear some clatter onto the ground as you lay helpless under him.

“I don’t want to hurt your pretty lil self, so how about you just cooperate, hm?” Max sternly tells you, pointing a finger down at you as if scolding a child. When you let out a small, “okay,” he nods in approval. “Now, have you ever been touched by a man?” You shake your head no. “You ever been touched by a woman?” You shook your head no. “You ever touch yourself?” You shook your head no once again. He laughs to himself and rubs a hand down his jaw. “You shittin’ me?”

“No sir,” you weakly whisper. “I’ve been saving myself.” You jump from his boisterous laugh. “What?”

“Well, I never thought of you to be such a holy girl.” His fingers gripped your thighs and he groaned as he saw the flesh turn white before pink. “Sweet, little innocent thing, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as his fingers moved further down until they stopped at the rim of your panties. “W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Well, I wanna choke the life out of you and destroy every inch of this body of yours, but I’m a gentleman,” he grins and tips his hat before putting it to the side. “I like you, Y/N, and I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, sliding the blade under the fabric of your panties and lifting up in quick succession as he rips the fabric out from under you. He whistles and licks his lips as he first sees your bare cunt.

“Freshly shaved, just how I like ‘em,” he grins and rubs his fingers against the lips of your private parts. You jumped from the foreign feeling and gasped, thighs trembling to fall shut as he applies pressure to the swelling button hidden beneath your lips. “Thatta girl. Just let daddy do what’s best for you, hm?” He forces your thighs further apart and notices a small string of arousal sliding out of your tight hole. “What do we have here?”

You’re nervously panting as you play with the locket around your neck. Max slides his fingers to scoop up slme of your slick and shows it off to you with a filthy smile, spreading his fingers lewdly to show you the strings of arousal that look like saliva.

“I-I don’t know what that is,” you softly tell him. “And I don’t want to know. So can you please leave me alone, sir.” More tears filled your eyes as he laughed at your pathetic attempt.

“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” he tells you and suddenly roughly shoves in his middle and ring fingers inside your tight cunt, laughing maniacally at the way you scream out from the painful intrusion. “That’s what I like to hear!”

You try to shut your thighs, but his large body and his arm between your legs stop you from doing so. He reaches over and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing and forcing you further down ontk the bed. You cough and grab onto his forearm, digging your nails into his tattooed and hairy skin. You kick your feet out as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you in quick succession. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to distract yourself. But every single one of your thoughts are violated by Max. He squeezes your throat much harder than the last, relishing your weak gasps for air and the wet sloshing of his fingers inside your virgin pussy.

“You think I didn’t notice those little fuck me eyes looking at me inside the car?” He crooned. He removed his hand from your throat, watching with a hungry expression when you weakly gasp for air, your eyes dazy and unfocused. He slaps your cheek condescendingly, loving the small whimpers that leave your lips as he does so. “You wanted me from the start, little peach.” He leans over with a hand planted in the side of your head. You look up at him, thighs trembling even more as he speeds up his fingers, the tips prodding at this sensitive part inside of you that forces more slick to pour out.

“Mmhmmm,” you whimpered softly and threw your head back as your toes curled in your thigh highs. This feeling was so foreign, yet it felt so good. Max knew what he was doing, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. “Please... daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins, crooking his fingers and moving his wrist upward as he ferociously begins to finger fuck you. You gasped and reached down to grab his forearm, but he shakes his head and laughs at your weak attempt.

“Oh G-God!” You squealed, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks burning up as the churning in your stomach envelopes into something bigger and stronger. “I-I feel... I feel... uuhhnnggh.”

“Let it happen,” he growls, slapping you in the face just as you squirt all over his hand and forearm, your juices spilling out onto your bedsheets and his pants. “Look at that!” He laughs as you try to catch your breath.

“Wha-What just happened, Max?” You whispered, feeling so dirty from letting an older man - a stranger - touch you so inappropriately, and you liking it.

“Oh honey, that ain’t nothin’,” he draws out and begins to unbuckle his belt. “We’re just getting started.”

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[chelseamount]

Carpool Karaoke - Tom Holland x Reader

BEFORE YOU READ IMPORTANT 

when there are songs

cursive is you

BOLD is James

and This  is both of you

this story was requested by @tomsirishgirlx​ 

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"Thank you so much for helping me to work today the traffic is crazy" James

"yeah no problem," I say

"you wanna listen to some music?"

"let's do it"

"Are we gonna have a problem?

You got a bone to pick?

You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?

I'd normally slap your face off And everyone here could watch But I'm feeling nice Here's some advice Listen up beeyotch"

"I like"

Lookin' hot

Buying stuff They can not

"I like"

"Drinking hard Maxing dad's credit card"

I like

Skippin' gym Scarin' her Screwin' him

I like

Killer clothes

Kickin' nerds in the nose

If you lack the balls You can go play dolls Let your mommy fix you a snack(whoa)Or you could come smoke Pound some rum and coke In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store Time for you to prove you're not a loser Anymore And step into my candy store

Guys fall At your feet Pay the check Help you cheat

All you Have to do

Say goodbye

To Shamu

That freak's Not your friend I can tell In the endIf she Had your shot

She would leave You to rot

Course if you don't care Fine, go braid her hair Maybe Sesame Street is on(whoa)

Or forget that creep And get in my jeep

Let's go tear up Someone's lawn (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store You just gotta prove You're not a pussy Anymore And step into my candy store

You can join the team

Or you can bitch and moan

You can live the dream

Or you can die alone

You can fly with eagles

Or if you prefer

Keep on testing me

And end up like her

Honey, what you waitin' for?

Shut up, Heather! Step into my candy store

Time for you to prove You're not a lame-ass Anymore And step into my candy store

It's my candy store It's my candy It's my candy store It's my candy It's my candy store It's my candy store

"I think I just got chills there," James says as we laugh "so Y/n it's so great to have you here"

"it's so great to be here it's like a dream come true" I smile

"y/n you are a Broadway singer and actress"

(all of these musicals and movies don't really make sense with the years they were made in but just imagine that they fit the age the reader is if that makes sense"

"yes that's correct"

"so what was your first role like ever"

"ever was Jan in grease"

"really" James looks at me

"yeah I was so happy"

"that's amazing and you were how old"

"fourteen"

"wow and what was your first broadway musical"

"that was heathers as the role of heather chandler as we just heard"

"I love the heathers songs and you are still in contact with some of your co-workers right"

"right I am really close with Barret who played Veronica but we don't get to see each other too much but when we do it's amazing"

"but you two played in mean girls too right"

"right I played Regina George and she played Janis, and that was probably one of my favourite musicals I have been in because obviously mean girls was like my favourite movie when i was younger"

"yeah so what was your favourite song from mean girls"

"oh totally world burn I think it's amazing"

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel This is what I get for helping Helping someone lame fit in Cady Heron, enjoy your temporary win" I sing "My name is Regina George "Regina is a fugly cow." Hey Cady, how ya like me now? I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean Cady, time to watch your back Cady, time to turn and cough Because you took me down But you didn't finish me off My name is Regina George And in case you're keeping score Cady may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn Trang Pak is a grotsky bi-otch! I got the gasoline Ms Norbury is a drug pusher! I wanna make the world burn Janis is a space dyke! Regina is a fugly cow Regina is a fugly cow And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh! Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this? I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean So mean! Mean So mean! Mean! I wanna watch the world burn Who wrote this? Who wrote this? I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

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"y/n you were in les misérables too"

"yes I played fantine which was amazing but it hit hard you know it was very much touching

There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and a life worth living I dreamed, that love would never die I dreamed that Go

d would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still, I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

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"that literally just made me get tears in my eyes," James says as he points to his eyes

we laugh and talk for some time when the thing I have dreaded the most comes up

"so y/n I have to ask you this because everyone wants to know encluding me"

"oh no gosh I know what it is already"

"are you dating tom holland"

"oh god Tom and I are just good friends"

"really because your two have been spotted a lot of times holding hands"

"friends do that"

"sure"

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"Regina George is the queen bee

She's always dressed up She always wins Spring Fling Queen We're just drones that work for her And then die"James says as he turns on the radio

"My name is Regina George

And I am a massive deal Fear me, love me Stand and stare at me And these, these are real I've got money and looks I am, like, drunk with power This whole school Humps my leg like a chihuahua the prettiest poison you've ever seen I never weigh more than one-fifteen My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I don't care who you are I don't care how you feel"

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"so y/n, let's get a little serious"

"yes" I say

"in this song, you sing 'i never weigh more than 115' but you said something in a video that Regina doesn't have to be that and that you aren't and i found that amazing"

"thank you I really don't think that she has to be that and I am not and will never be near that and I'm proud of that you should be proud of how you look"

"I love that. you're also in a musical right now hamilton"

"yes I am in England"

"so any plans for what you are going to do after hamilton"

"yes but it's a secret for now

"Okay but you play one of the Schuyler sisters"

"yes I play Eliza"

"and you're amazing in it I saw it some time ago and I love it as I wrote to you"

"it still warms my heart"

"but my biggest dream is being in hamilton but as one of the Schuyler sisters"

"mmm-hmm" I laugh

"I wanna be angelica"

"you can be James"

There's nothing rich folks love more Than going downtown and slumming it with the poor They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common Just to watch 'em talk

Take Philip Schuyler, the man is loaded Uh oh, but little does he know that His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at

Work, work

Angelica!

Work, work

Eliza!

And Peggy!

Work, work

The Schuyler sisters

Angelica!

Peggy!

Eliza!

Work!

Daddy said to be home by sundown

Daddy doesn't need to know

Daddy said not to go downtown

Like I said, you're free to go

But—look around, look around The revolution's happening in New York

New York

Angelica

Work!

It's bad enough Daddy wants to go to war

People shouting in the square

It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore

New ideas in the air

Look around, look around

Angelica, remind me what we're looking for

She's looking for me!

Eliza, I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work) I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work) [x2] Woa-oah

Woa-oah

Work!

Ooh, there's nothing like summer in the city Someone in a rush next to someone lookin' pretty Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels? You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?

Burr, you disgust me

Ahh, so you've discussed me I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane You want a revolution? I want a revelation So listen to my declaration:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal"

And when I meet Thomas Jefferson (unh!) I'mma compel him to include women in the sequel

Work!

Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now

History is happening in Manhattan and we

Just happen to be in the greatest city in the world In the greatest city in the world!

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"All my dreams just came true," James says as I laugh at his comment "okay now time for something a little different"

"oh gosh," I say "what is it"

"we're going to take a lie detector test"

"nooo"

after some time I'm all strapped up while a man is on a computer checking whether I speak the truth or not

"okay let's start out by some to test if it works"

"okay"

"is your name Y/n"

"yes"

"true"

"are you currently in hamilton"

"yes"

"true"

"did you play Regina George"

"yes"

"she's telling the truth"

"Great let's start easy so...Y/n"

"yes"

"Which one of your castmates is your favourite"

"Barrett"

"true"

"great, y/n am I your favourite host"

"oh absolutely"

"true"

"yes you had to get that right, okay this one is the best one are you dating tom holland"

shit

"no"

"lie"

"YES I KNEW IT I KNEW IT OMG YES" he smiles

"no that's the truth," I say

"you can't lie on accident"

"well fuck me then"

"how long"

"not long"

"lie"

"okay five years almost"

"WHAT," James says in shock

"I'm sorry we just didn't want our relationship the get ruined by hate"

"five years"

"yeah"

"When were you going to tell everyone when you had seven kids"

"haha no I don't know when but I guess it's out now"

"well some people are going to get heartbroken, someone gets hurt"

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Ice queen, that's what you see It's what they all expect from me But it's all show Face it, you used me You saw the sexy clothes My supermodel pose But did you know?Was I a game to you? Was I way to be cool? I truly cared Was I the fool? It's fine for you It's fine to flirt It's fine 'Till someone gets hurt 'Till someone gets hurt

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"Y/n it was amazing to have you here"

"it was amazing to be here James, even tho I now have to go home to Tom and tell him the news, gosh this is so fucked"

"wait you guys live together too"

"bye James" I run out the door

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"Baby I'm home" I smile

"hi love," Tom says as he walks over to me and kisses me, gosh I missed him

"I missed you," I say

"I missed you"

"you love me right"

"more than anything my - wait what did you do"

"well"

[shesarainbow]

Max Cady x Reader | He's a fire eater, he's a cult leader

Part I

TW: abusive relationship, emotional abuse, gaslighting, Max at his worst, blathering about his twisted religious beliefs

You and Max are at the gas station. It’s early afternoon, and Max decides to stop to refuel. You get out of the car to stretch your legs. You look around in apathy and spot a lonely phone booth in the corner. You reach it and stare at the phone, hesitant.

Things have gone so fast since you ran off with Max. You had a good time with him, but the last few weeks have been difficult, and that initial sense of joy you felt in the first few days has suddenly vanished. Now you just feel numb and you don’t even know why.

You and Max are always on the road, never stopping and always driving. You feel homesick, you wonder how your parents are doing and if they’re still thinking about you. A part of you longs to return home, but your heart only beats faster when Max is nearby. You don’t want to leave him, you don’t want to return home and be trapped in that awful situation. Max has become your drug: your body needs him, your mind literally hangs on his lips, even though you know very well he’s a destructive force, a hurricane, and yet…

You sigh deeply and pick up the phone. Your hands are shaking, but you dial your home phone number anyway. You don’t have to wait long, your father’s voice on the other end sounds so distant that you can’t speak. You don’t know what to say and immediately regret calling him. You start whimpering, and suddenly Max is next to you, hanging up the phone on your behalf.

“You don’t need ‘em.” he says as he wraps you in a protective hug and lightly smoothes your hair. You can’t help but keep sobbing uncontrollably.

“I know you’re homesick, but I’m your home now. Remember when you told me you weren’t happy back home? Your folks wouldn’t understand our special connection… You're a lost soul, and I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. I bring meaning to your life.”

You sniff as he kisses your forehead in order to calm you down.

“Stop crying, sweetheart! Daddy doesn’t want to see you like this, y’know that… Daddy's here for you, babe. I’m here to save you.”

You look up at him. He’s so sweet, yet you find him repulsive in a way. He's always been good with words. It’s like he’s inside your mind, controlling it every time. His charisma mesmerizes you, and he uses your body whenever he likes.

His fingers stroke your pretty face; he softly smiles and coos gentle words into your ears.

He wants to save you. Save you from what exactly? You still don’t know. He keeps blathering about sin and temptation, redemption and rebirth, quoting Bible verses and psalms at every opportunity. You find him annoying, but you lack the courage to disagree with him. You know perfectly well how very important religion is to him. And yet there are times when you just want to scream, yell at him, punch him in the face, but you remain still and silent, dying inside day by day.

Except for yesterday evening, when you had, as he calls them, one of your tantrums.

Max was teasing you as usual, and you, surprisingly, stood up and yelled at him. “I’m not your fucking daughter, Max! You can’t tell me what to do!” you hit him in the chest several times until he held your wrists to stop you. “You're a hypocrite!” you screamed before collapsing in his arms, utterly wrecked.

Max was taken aback, but he didn’t lose his temper. On second thought, you would have preferred he had. He gently chastised you, pretending to be sorry. “I’m hurt, honey. But I know this isn’t the real you, the true you. I forgive you.”

And last night, things eventually got out of hand. You were overwhelmed by his superhuman strength and unable to rebel against him.

Suddenly a sense of nausea pervades you, and you throw up your lunch right in front of him. You feel so ashamed, but Max is holding you even though you try to refuse his help. He hands you his bottle of water and you take a little sip.

Max talks to you softly, but you can't hear him. You are so pale and dizzy, muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Sssh, don’t worry, honey. Lemme take care of ya’.” he says as he helps you get in the car, headed for a motel.

The next thing you recall is the softness of the bed as Max helps you lay down. “Ya’ need to rest. I’m gonna prepare you a bath, alright?”

You keep your eyes closed; your head is still spinning. A few minutes later, you feel Max undress you, lift you up, and carry you in his strong arms before dunking you in the bathtub. The water is lukewarm, and he starts gently rubbing your back with a sponge.

“Does it still hurt?” he asks, gently touching the bruise on your arm. You shake your head no.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you last night. Y’know Daddy’s one hell of an animal and I must admit it: I got too rough on ya’. But you must understand that I was disappointed… It was for your own good, y’know that, right? Daddy’s needed to tame you in order to teach you a lesson. A valuable lesson. But I’ve already forgiven you, hun. That’s all that matters.”

You reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

He keeps rubbing your legs and your chest, then he strokes your cheek. “You feelin’ any better?”

You open your eyes and nod.

“I know it’s been a big few weeks, but you’re doing so great! Don’t give up just now. Your folks rejected you and I took you in when you had no one. Remember what I told ya’ before?”

You look at him, clueless.

“There’s no judging here. Just a search for truth. Have I ever judged you?”

“No...” you whisper.

“Have I ever been angry at you?”

“No, Max...”

“Have I ever forced you into anything?”

“No.”

“No, exactly. Your folks instead—they judged you, they got plenty angry at you, didn't they? They didn't care about your happiness. I do. But y'know, every man carries a circle of hell around his head like a halo. Every man has to go through hell to reach his paradise. And I’m here for you, I’m your anchor, your Beacon of Light guiding you through darkness. Do you believe in me? ‘Cause I believe in you. Remember what I told you last night?”

“That I was—I was like the lost sheep returning to the fold.”

He smiles at you kindly. “Now, let’s get you dried off and dressed. You must be starving, sweetie.”

You and Max are at the diner. You were so hungry that you ate up your whole meal. You are feeling better now and your face is no longer pale.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks, looking directly at Max and staring at his tattoos.

“No, we’re good, doll.” Max answers with barely a glance at her, too busy reading his Bible and smoking his cigar.

“Max, I need to—” you say as you get up to use the bathroom. Max simply nods but actually raises his eyes and watches you as you walk away.

When you pass by the counter, the waitress starts chatting with you. “Your father—he’s so cool with all those tattoos…”

“He’s not my father…” you mumble, annoyed.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“Uhm, he is... I mean, I'm his...”

“Ah, sorry, just—just one sec.” the waitress rolls her eyes and walks into the kitchen.

...his little girl, you answer in your mind. You sigh deeply and reach the bathroom. You look in the mirror and start worrying. You feel bad about before, for thinking all those horrible things about Max and treating him so badly last night. He's been so sweet and nice to you this afternoon.

Again, you feel that sense of nausea. Something’s wrong, you know that. And you can’t help but feel ashamed and guilty. All your doubts and insecurities surface once more. What are you even doing with someone like Max? Why do you keep staying with him? He could be your father, even the waitress thinks so, too. You could leave him and return home, but you know you prefer to remain by his side. And then it hits you: you’ve nowhere to go. You’ve no one but Max.

When you come out of the bathroom, you can’t believe your eyes: the waitress is flirting with Max. He’s smiling, but you know it’s a phony smile. You know how he despises that kind of girls, which he calls them ''sluts'' or ''whores''. You keep staring at them; the waitress is literally wrapped around his little finger, and Max pretends to care about her, until you realize that Max is actually looking at you, out of the corner of his eye. He’s testing you.

You feel so jealous, and you start to panic. You would like to tell her off, but you know how much Max hates arguing in public, so you walk over to the table and grab your rucksack.

“I need some fresh air…” you say, desperately trying to make eye contact with Max. The waitress barely looks at you and continues to flirt with him.

“Alright, babe. Just don’t go far.” he replies.

You make your way to the red Mustang and wait for Max. You can clearly see him, still talking to that girl. Please, Max... come back to me. I need you.

Suddenly the girl’s face changes expression, and her eyes tenses up. Max gets up and walks out of the diner, visibly irritated.

You turn around and you jolt as he kisses your neck.

“You alright?” he asks as you sit in the car.

“What did you tell her?” you can’t help but ask him.

He’s glad you asked. “Who? Who are you talking about?—oh, I see. That unclean and corrupt girl. Well, I told her that I already found a companion for that long walk to the light.”

You secretly smile, but Max lifts your chin so you can look at him. “For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. James 3:16” he quotes by heart. “Don’t be jealous, there’s no use. Instead, you should pray for her as I do.” he kisses you slowly. “It’s getting late, darlin’. Let’s move.”

Back in your motel room, you keep watching out the window. You know he tricked you into thinking he was going to flirt with that girl, but deep down you feel so stupid for being so jealous of that girl. You feel so insecure, despite Max reassuring you.

“C'mere, darling.”

You ignore him, so Max gets up and hugs you from behind.

“There’s no one out there waiting for you. Everything you need is right here, in my arms.” he wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest. You inhale his scent and close your eyes.

“You can’t live without me.” he coos as you feel his erection pulsing against you. Your body responds automatically. You're so addicted to him, and he knows that. Yes, he does.

He’s right, you know he’s damn right. He controls your body, he’s manipulating your mind, and soon it will be your soul’s turn. You’ll end up worshipping him fully and blindly, as cult members worship their leader. In the end, you’ll be his forever.

“You. Can’t. Live. Without. Me.” he repeats again. You’re too confused to realize it’s actually a threat.

“We had a long, difficult day…why don’t we go to bed, huh?”

You lie down on the bed as he towers over you.

Yesterday you failed, today you failed again, and tomorrow… perhaps tomorrow you’ll have the strength to leave him for good.

He presses his thumb against your lips, and you open your mouth and suck it unconsciously. “Good girl, you’re learning… you’re as meek as a lamb.” he smiles at you, stroking your cheek.

“Tomorrow you’ll learn a psalm for me. The one you like best. If you can learn it by heart, you’ll get your reward. Would you do it for Daddy? Would you make Daddy happy? I know you will. But for now...”

“...for now, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” he says as he unbuckles his belt.

[fangirl-imagines]

Being in a Relationship with Max Cady Would Include...

A/N: I hope you guys like these! I love Max and he’s one of my favorite characters but he’s incredibly intimidating to write for me so I really hope you guys like this. 

Trigger Warnings: Some NSFWish stuff below and some mentions of typical Max Cady behavior. 

He has a daddy kink. This should probably go without saying at this point but Max has the biggest daddy kink. 

Anytime you call him daddy it would drive him crazy and end up with you getting his attention/getting your way. 

One of the things Max is most proud of is having taught himself to read and he likes to read a lot after having gone so long without being able to. 

Newspapers, magazines you leave laying around, the books you keep by your bed, even signs by the road, it doesn’t matter what it is, Max will read it. 

He loves reading out loud to you. It doesn’t really matter what he’s reading, its just nice to listen to him talk in that southern drawl of his. 

He especially loves reading dirty books to you just to watch you blush and squirm next to him. 

The two of you take a lot of road trips together in his cherry red convertible. 

To Max it’s the best thing in the world to drive along some country roads with his arm around you, his girl, the radio playing, and taking in the sights and the breeze. 

Even if you’re not going on road trips you’re always going on long drives together, especially at night when things cool down a little. 

Max usually has the radio tuned to either opera music or old country music. 

Max Cady would love some Johnny Cash music!

Despite all this, Max almost certainly never tells you about being in prison. At least not at first. He doesn’t really talk about his past all that much telling you “I’m more interested in what's in front of me darlin’.” 

He might tell you eventually that he was in jail for something he didn’t do or some crime much more minor than what he was actually convicted of. He figures what you don’t know won’t hurt you. 

Max likes to think of himself as a southern gentleman in his own mind and tries to act like one around you.

He opens doors for you, pays for dates, and my oh my, he would be such a sweet talker with his southern phrases and drawl. 

He calls you by pet names more than he even calls you by your name. 

Angel, princess, babydoll, etc. 

Dates with Max would include things like going for ice cream, trips to diners, playing pool in some dive bar, or going to the drive-in movies together in his convertible.

He loves when you wear dresses and get all dolled up for him too. He especially has a thing for seeing you in cute little babydoll dresses and sundresses. “My, my, now you sure do look as pretty as a picture. Yes, you do. You get all dressed up just for little ole’ me?” He’d ask and grab your waist, rubbing his thumb over your hip. 

Max gives the best bear hugs! He’d wrap those huge arms of his around you completely and pick you up and spin you around like you were a rag doll before putting you down. 

Max will take any opportunity to touch you! After fourteen years in prison, he’s extremely touch starved which has made him handsy as hell with you. 

Sometimes you can even hear him let out a soft little sign when he feels your soft skin against his. 

He’s got to have his arm around your shoulders when he’s driving, his hand on your ass when he kisses you, your hand in his when you’re walking together. And he is always going to be pulling you into his lap, even if there’s a perfectly good chair right there, he’s going to be patting his knee for you to sit there. 

He’d love it when you sit in his lap at the end of the day while he smokes a cigar and you have a drink and the two of you can relax together. 

You’d better get use to the smell of cigar smoke. 

Max can be pretty rough with you sometimes, even though he’s really not trying to hurt you. The man is just superhumanly strong though and sometimes forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment.

You almost always have some sort of bruise on you from him gripping you too tight in bed. 

Afterwards though he’d rub those bruises gently with his fingers and kiss the marks he left on your skin. 

Cuddling with Max would be amazing. His big arms wrapped around you holding you tight to his strong chest. 

And he would love it when you trace your fingers over his tattoos too, feeling how his skin raises up slightly to form the words and pictures decorating his skin. It could almost make him shiver. 

He’ll probably even wind up getting a tattoo to represent you one day. 

And oh man if you were to wear one of his Hawaiian shirts? He would go crazy over the sight! 

It would be very rare for the two of you to ever be apart for more than a few hours. Max even has a habit of showing up wherever you are to “check on you.” Even if you didn’t tell him where you were going to be. 

He is extremely protective and possessive over you! Max would be on edge if anyone even looked at you wrong and would be ready to take care of anybody who tried to make you uncomfortable or hurt you. 

But considering how intimidating Max looks and how the two of you are almost together I don’t think many people are going to try to mess with you. 

Max always has to be the one in charge in your relationship. He likes feeling like you need him/rely on him and that he’s protecting you/taking care of you. 

Fights with Max would never be a thing. He’s too manipulative for that. Any fights that start between you Max will end pretty quickly. 

He can definitely be a pretty flashy guy which can sometimes be a little embarrassing in public but hey, that's just Max for you.

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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. 

[droogiesanddiscourse]

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.