#max cady x you

[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.

[psyeince]

why r there so many gingers

maybe its the various showdown blogs ive followed but there r a lot of gingers in the media and ive taken it upon myself to sort them into the categories of gingers and redheads, this took me an hour and a half and my eyes r physically burning, my bad if i missed a character or two

gingers

riley williams (we are the tigers)

ocean oconnel rosenberg (ride the cyclone)

caleb widogast (critical role)

itsuka kendo (my hero academia)

donna noble (doctor who)

batgirl (dc)

beverly crush (star trek)

ginger fitzgerald (ginger snaps)

nami (one piece)

mito freecss (hunter x hunter)

wendy corduroy (gravity falls)

alfredo linguine (ratatouille)

william “dex” poindexter (check please!)

wylan can eck (six of crows)

ichigo kurosaki (bleach)

mafuyu sato (given)

gimli (lord of the rings)

akane hino/cure sunny (smile precure)

daphne blake (scooby-doo)

reisuke houjou (mirai nikki)

fiona (shrek)

risa koizumi (lovely complex)

dexter (decters laboratory)

kim possible (kim possible)

cady heron (mean girls)

katheryn janeway (star trek)

shoyo hinata (haikyuu!!)

himaru kenshin (samurai x)

rosetta (tinkerbell)

amy pond (doctor who)

firestar (warrior cats)

rand al’thor (a wheel of time)

kaoru and himaru hitachiin (ouran high school host club)

asuka langley soryu (neon genisis evangelion)

ponyo (ponyo)

crowley (good omens)

athen cykes (ace attorney)

bloom (winx club)

samael keene (homesick)

kenny luckstar (homesick)

tulip olsen (infinity train)

wanda maximoff (marvel)

max mayfield (stranger things)

christine “ziggy” berman (fear street 1978)

buffy gilmore (scary movie)

theo (scary movie 2)

gideon nav (the locked tombe)

cal kestis (star wars)

hiromi higa/shadow (sk8 the infiniry)

anne shirley (anne of green gables)

hercules (hercules)

vicky (fairily odd parents)

suzuki shou (mob psycho 100)

reigen araraka (mob psycho 100)

rowena macleod (supernatural)

jack merridew (lord of the flies)

raven (theyll never catch us)

polly plantar (amphibia)

jay ferin (just roll with it)

natasha romanoff (mcu)

giselle (enchanted)

winnie sanderson (hocus pocus)

candace flynn (phineas and ferb)

phineas flynn (phineas and ferb)

leon kuwata (danganropa)

childe (genshin impact)

akito shinonome (project sekai)

garfield (garfield)

ruby roundhouse (jumanji: welcome to the jungle)

tasuki (fushigi yugi)

lysandre (pokemon)

monkia (doki doki literature club)

misty (pokemon)

aviendha (wheel of time)

coran (voltron)

ashlynn ella (ever after high)

sparrow hood (ever after high)

holly o’hair (ever after high)

poppy o’hair (ever after high)

futaba sakura (persona 5)

anna (frozen)

general hux (star wars)

kanon tachibana (the world ends with you)

ron delight (ace attorney)

kyo sohma (fruits basket)

rei yasaku (do it yourself!)

diluc (genshin impact)

gren (the dragon prince)

chiyo sakura )gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun)

philip j fry (futurama)

felicia sundew (amphibia)

blossom (power puff girls)

april o’neal (teenage mutant ninja turtles)

junichirou tanizaki (bungou stray dogs)

captain amelia (treasure planet)

rachel elizabeth dare (percy jackson)

emma (the promised neverland)

penny polendina (rwby)

elizabeth afton (five nights at freddys)

orville elephant (freddy fazbears pizzaria simulator)

dana scully (x-files)

atushi otani (lovely complex)

merida (brave)

puss in boots (shrek)

little my (moomin)

quasimodo (the hunchback of notre dame)

sora takenouchi (digimon)

ikuyu kita (bocchi the rock!)

gwen tennnyson (ben ten)

ahiru/duck (princess tutu)

eda clawthorn (the owl house)

shallan davar (stormlight archive)

clary fray (shadow hunters)

keyleth (vox machine)

ms. bellum (power puff girls)

zarine (the pirate fairy)

chuuya nakahara (bungou stray dogs)

subaru akehoshi (ensemble stars!! music)

yuta aoi (ensemble stars!! music)

hinata aoi (ensemble stars!! music)

jenny bennett (monster house)

nick wilde (zootopia)

redheads

tomo aizawa (tomo-chan wa onnanoko!)

kirishima eijirou (my hero academia)

hikaru shidou/lucy (magic knight rayearth)

urbosa (breath of the wild)

bowser (mario)

operetta (monster high)

knuckles (sonic)

poison ivy (dc)

starfire (dc)

silver (pokemon)

ranma saotome (ranma 1/2)

will vandom (w.i.t.c.h)

grell sutcliff (black butler)

undyne (undertale)

janai (the dragon prince)

red guy (dont hug me im scared)

wendy (wendys)

ronal mcdonald (mcdonalds)

anastasia romanova (anastasia)

anzu hoshino (romantic killer)

michizou tachihara (bungou stray dogs)

ezra scarlet (fairy tale)

lizzie hearts (ever after high)

shirayuki (snow white with the red hair)

reki kyan (sk8 the infinity)

luna (scooby-doo)

zarzamora (saber marionette j)

jessica rabbit (who framed roger rabbit)

707 (mystic messenger)

kyle broflovski (south park)

souma yukihira (food wars!)

circus baby (five nights at freddys: sister location)

mikoto mikoshiba (gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun

karma akabane (assassination classroom)

kineshi hairo (saiki K)

ariel (the little mermaid)

clifford (clifford the big red dog)

rinne amagi (ensemble stars!! music)

hiiro amagi (ensemble stars!! music)

mao isara (ensemble stars!! music)

[canonrpfinder]

hi there! i use they/them pronouns. 25+ rp writer looking for 21+ discord rp writers. i am very friendly and i promise i don't bite. i write in english but i welcome anyone who is using online rp to practice their english. most of my writing will be 3+ paragraphs in length. i have only listed my preferred muses and comfort ships.

dm or like this post and i will get back to you.

(note: my ships will not be heavily based in smut or lewd - content will remain sensitive to the canon ages of each character listed)

doctor who:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ prefer to write jenny flint, clara oswald, 11th doctor, donna noble, rose tyler, amy pond, and river song

✒ ships: jenny x vastra; 10th x rose; river x the doctor

supernatural:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ prefer to write dean winchester, charlie bradbury, lilith, and meg

✒ ships: dean x cas

once upon a time:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write as henry mills, regina mills, ruby lucas, merida, peter pan, and belle french

✒ ships: regina x emma; merida x mulan; ruby x snow; belle x rumple

chilling adventures of sabrina/riverdale:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write as sabrina morningstar, theo putnam, dorcas night, lilith/madam satan, veronica lodge,

✒ ships: sabrina x betty; zelda x lilith; veronica x betty; toni x cheryl

marvel:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write nebula, rocket raccoon, mantis, yelena belova, deadpool, kitty pryde, rouge, loki laufeyson, and squirrel girl

✒ ships: kitty x rouge; yelena x kate

dc comics:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write kara zor-el, lena luthor, nia nal, and alex danvers

✒ ships: kara x lena; kara x nia; lena x nia; alex x kelly; alex x lena

broadway/musicals:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write janis ian (mean girls), karen smith (mean girls), barbara maitland (beetlejuice), delia deetz (beetlejuice), and elphaba (wicked)

✒ ships: janis x cady; adam x barbara; karen x gretchen; elphaba x glinda

merlin:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: morgana pendragan, merlin, and morguase

✒ ships: morgana x gwen; merlin x arthur

the addams family/wednesday:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: wednesday addams, thing, gomez addams, morticia addams, and yoko ono

✒ ships: wednesday x enid; yoko x divina; mortica x larissa; gomez x morticia

american horror story:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: queenie, scarlett winslow, zoe benson

✒ ships: scarlett x ruby; scarlett x maya; zoe x madison

stranger things:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: max mayfield, robin buckley, eddie munson, will byers, vicki, and eleven hopper

✒ ships: steve x eddie; will x mike; max x eleven; max x lucas; robin x nancy; eddie x cindy; vicki x robin

lost girl:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: kenzi malikov, bo dennis, evony fluerette marquise

✒ ships: bo x tamsin; bo x evony; bo x kenzi

horror/indie:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: mia (the fallout), tara carpenter (scream); mindy meeks-martin (scream); glen (chucky); glenda (chucky); tiff valentine (chucky); moira karp (some kind of hate); bonnie harper (the craft); sara bailey (the craft); z (warm bodies)

✒ ships: mia x vada; tara x amber; tara x quin; tara x mindy; tiff x chucky; moira x kaitlin

✒

[paulinawoodpecker]

Mean men x the triple team

Mean men part 2:

Tad: Cady heron

Ramirez: Janis

Victoria: Damian

Victoria: (Damian) he always looks fierce. He always wins Spring Fling king.

Ramirez(Janis): Who cares?

Victoria(Damian): I care. Every year, the seniors throw this dance for the underclassmen called The Spring Fling. And whomsoever is elected Spring Fling King and Queen automatically becomes head of the Student Activities Committee. And since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would say, yeah, I care.

Ramirez(janis) : Wow, Victoria, you've truly out-smarted ourself.

Tad(cady): max, wait! I didn't mean for that to happen!

Max(Regina): To find out that everyone hates me? I don't care!

Tad(cady): max, please! Max, stop!

Max(Regina): No! Do you know what everyone says about you? They say that you're a home-schooled archeological freak, who's a less hot version of me! Yeah! So don't try to act so innocent! You can take that fake apology and shove it right up your hairy— [gets hit by a bus]

Tad(Cady): [voice-over] And that's how max mordon died.

Victoria(Damian): no one died!

Victoria(Damian): oh no he didn’t!

[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.”

[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

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Dewey Decimal System

Max Cady x Reader in the library, no plot, just smut

Dedicating this little work to @droogiesanddiscourse who just today found out she's graduating with honors!!! I'm so proud of you bb!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

TW: smut, public sex, explicit/raunchy dialogue, Max Cady in general?

Word Count: 2.2k

“My baby’s so smart, knowing how to find any book in the library,” your boyfriend, Max, coos quietly to you as you saunter through the aisles and aisles of books, softly leading him with his hand in yours. “You know I didn’t learn to read until my stay in the big house, but I never did learn numbers all that well. I’m glad my little princess can navigate this, uh, what do you call it? Dew something?’

“The Dewey Decimal System!” you whisper in a giggle.

“The Dewey Decimal System...” he tried the words out on his tongue, “Well, I’m glad you can lead me in the right direction, angel.”

“Oop, right here!!” you point up at a tall shelf. Max’s body crashes into yours, nearly landing you both on the floor, as you stopped so suddenly.

“Goodness gracious, girlie, you must be excited to do some reading, huh?” his voice rumbles lowly next to your ear. His muscular arms wrap tightly around your midsection, pressing your backside against him. You can feel his arousal stirring already; he really has no qualms about doing nasty things to you, any time, anywhere. “Oh, baby, I’m already thinking about you reading to me... Hearing that sweet little voice say such naughty things, those pretty little lips forming unholy syllables...” And in true Max Cady fashion, his fingertips are already teasing at the edge of your skirt, threatening for his rough palms to attack your delicate thighs.

You feel a single finger creep up to your hip, teasing at the waistband of your panties, “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these, ‘cuz they’re coming off now, honey.” And with that, his other hand quickly follows the first one up your skirt and before you could even protest, the man is on his knees and the lacy underwear around your ankles. He helps you out of them as is you were a toddler, getting them over your shoes.

He quickly snatches a book from the bottom shelf and flips it open to a random page before stuffing your panties in it and shoving it back on the shelf. “Max!!!” you whisper-yell.

“What?” he plays dumb, standing back up to press himself into your backside again. “You don’t want someone findin’ your panties? Knowin’ what we did in here? Mmm, well I wanna spread the word about you, baby... Besides, they can use it as a bookmark.” His hands grip your hipbones and he gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, making a loud slurping noise.

“Max! Shhh!!”

“You’re so cute, all worried about getting caught. You think we’ll get in trouble if someone sees us, or god forbid if someone hears us in this quiet place?”

“Maaaaxxx...” you whine.

“Mm, yeah? You like that idea? Someone hearing the way I turn you into a whore for me? You don’t sound as innocent as you look once I get you goin’.” His hand slides around to your sex, teasing you roughly through the smooth fabric of your skirt, and when you let out a little whimper, it only proves his point.

"Alright, princess, why don't you grab us that book we're looking for?" Following his question, Max's strong arms easily hoist you off the ground, lifting you up, up, up to reach that top shelf and pull down one of Max's favorite books: 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳. Oh, and don't think that he missed the opportunity to peak under that skirt...

• • •

As you and Max relax in two adjacent armchairs that he scooted close together, you recite prose from your boyfriend's favorite author. Just a few pages in, you're already at one of his favorite parts. You can read the sheer excitement on Max's face when he says, "Alright, darlin', you better speak up for this next part, you know how much I like the dirty bits."

You look around, making sure no one is nearby, and you start, "'At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical.'"

"Louder," Max tilts his head forward, looking at you from under his brow bone.

You raise your voice only slightly, "'O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?'"

"I can't hear you..." he chimes devilishly.

"'There is a bone in my prick six inches long...'"

"And what's he gonna do with it?" Like he doesn't already know.

"'I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed,'" you look around again, checking for any poor passersby, "'I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out.'"

Max let's out a low whistle, "That Henry Miller suuuure knew what he was talking about, huh?" He leans forwards and rather directly slides his hand under your skirt, thumb quickly parting your lips to find that special little bundle of nerves.

You gasp loudly, and Max continues, "Yeah? You want me to turn your womb inside out like he did to Tania? Make that little cunt smooth with my big cock?" His voice is just loud enough that it still sounds intimate but anyone walking by could easily hear.

In an attempt to quiet your moans, you press on reading, "’Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire-‘"

"’But I know how to inflame a cunt!’" Max finishes your sentence for you before pulling you up out of your chair and into his lap, where his fingers quickly find their place between your thighs as if it is the most natural thing in the world to him. "Keep reading, princess," he whispers softly in your ear.

You become aware of his hard length pressing into your thigh, as you read the line, "’I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent.’”

Max lets out a deep moan that rumbles your eardrums and presses some kisses to your cheek and jawline.

“‘Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider. I have ironed out the wrinkles,’” Max starts to rut against you in his lap. His hands take a firm grip on your hips and slide you back and forth against the erection trapped in his pants. You keep going, “‘After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel.’”

His moans become quite noisy and his hands search for your flesh; one hand slipping under the edge of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your tummy, the other getting an anchor hold on your hair and giving it a rough tug. You inhale sharply wincing at the pain. You can tell Max is getting needy for you; it would never cease to fascinate you how some little girl (anyone is small next to his towering muscular frame) could have so much control over him.

“‘I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately-‘“

“Damn, that sounds like a good idea,” Max grunts out and unzips his pants, “I sure hope you aren’t afraid of being fucked publicly.”

His next few actions only take a few seconds, and before you can even realize it, you’ve been hoisted up and swiftly dropped down onto your boyfriend’s thick cock. You somehow let out a gasp and a squeal at the same time, and Max claps his hand over your mouth. The only other sound is the thud of the book hitting the floor and closing. Where Max wanted you to speak up before, now it’s time for the quiet game...

“How’s that feel? Daddy’s big cock stretching out those tight walls, huh?” Clearly, it’s a rhetorical question since his hand stays clasped over your mouth. It’s Max’s turn to tease you with his words. “You always take me so well, my little princess. You think if anyone walked by they would know that you’re filled to the brim with my prick? You’ve been trained well, baby girl, you can take me and no one knows I’m inside you, but I know how turned on you are, I felt how wet you were when I was touching you. You wanted this, and I bet everyone knows how much you wanted it, I bet that librarian in the next room knows you have your pussy stuffed right now.”

In all honestly, this guy Ryan had just started working at the library; he had hoped it would be more a bit more relaxing than his job at the local drive-in movie theatre. But Ryan recognized you and Max when you came in, and he really, REALLY doesn’t want another awkward interaction with your boyfriend, so he’s gonna leave you to do whatever you want in the back room of the library...

His hand still covers your mouth as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking at him out the corner of your eye. His other arm braces your hips, keeping you flush to him so you can feel every time his member twitches. “You feel me, princess? Feel that ‘bone in my prick’ and how bad I want you?”

You nod your head as much as his grip will allow, eyes never leaving his.

“If I can be frank, sweetheart, Daddy’s never been good at this whole cockwarming thing like you are. It always leaves me wanting more, and you know Daddy can’t resist having more of you... Whaddaya say we play horsey instead? I’ll bounce you on my lap like the dumb little baby doll you are, just like your old man did for you when you were a kid."

You let out an excited little whimper, and Max moves his hands to your hips. "Now I can't keep a hand on your mouth anymore. Think you can keep quiet for me?"

You nod your head excitedly and whisper as quietly as you can, "Yes, sir, Daddy. Can I have a kiss?"

"Aww, of course you can, angel," his lips meet yours in a wet, unrefined fashion, giving you the rough kind of kiss you need. Max also takes this moment to start bouncing you in his lap, just like horsey. With your lips pressed to his, it muffles any sounds that escape the two of you.

His thrusts are small and quick, but actually really satisfying at this angle. The girth of him presses against that special spot inside you. That combined with the thrill of possibly getting caught already has that feeling creeping up in your belly. Your nails dig into his hips looking for something to ground you as you find ecstasy in your orgasm.

But your climax isn't gonna stop Max from what he's doing. He continues to bounce you on his lap, whispering, "Mmm, finished so soon? You must like bouncing on my cock. Bouncy, bouncy..."

You bite your lip, still riding out your orgasm as he continually slams into your g-spot. When a drawn out little whine hums out of you, Max shushes you with a "Shhhh, shhh, baby. You're doing so good, such a good girl for Daddy. Just a little longer, I'm so close, princess."

With your brows furrowed and eyes closed tight, you brave yourself on the arms of the chair. You feel two calloused fingertips at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, taking them in.

"There that'll keep you quiet for this next part," Max warns before absolutely plowing his hips up into you as fast as he can. His other hand maintains such a firm grip on your side, you think he'll probably leave bruises.

Max chokes back a deep grunt and pulls you down into his lap to spill his seed inside you. You feel his length jolting and that warm gooey liquid. You both sit there catching your breath, and Max wraps his arms around you in a loving embrace.

He gets you to look at him, placing another dirty kiss to your mouth. Then he pulls you off of him, stand up, places you back down on the chair, and gets his pants zipped up.

"Um. Max?" you whisper, a little tense.

"What is it, little darlin'?" He gets on his knees in front of you, placing his big hands on your thighs.

"Uhhh... I think there's gonna be a little mess on this chair," you get right next to his ear and oh so quietly tell him, "it's, uh, leaking."

"Aww, are you worried about leaving some of my cum on the chair?" he places a hand on your chin, "That was the point, baby. The librarian can handle it." Max gives you a wink before taking you by the hand and leading you out of the library.

Poor Ryan.... Scarred again by Max and his girl, and now he has to clean up after them.

[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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[cowabunga-doll]

🐢🥀Aliyah Rose Music Playlist 🥀🐢

Before we get to the songs I need to say something real quick. Back when I started this blog last year I did this same post about the music playlist with my OC but then time passed and I realized one thing.. some songs didn’t fit well with her. So I erased that post and thought of doing it again with songs that characterizes better with Aliyah (I let some songs from the old post because some songs fit with her)

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SAYGRACE feat. G-Eazy - You Don’t Own Me

The Score - Who I Am

Avril Lavigne - Bad Reputation

Little Mix - Salute

Ashnikko - Daisy

Ariana Grande feat. Mikey Cyrus and Lana del Rey - Don’t Call Me Angel

2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa - We Own It

Krewella - Say Goodbye

Christina Perri - Human

Chase Holfelder - Believer

2WEI - Survivor

Billie Eillish - Therefore I Am

Cady Groves - This Little Girl

Against The Current - Weapon

LEDGER - Not Dead Yet

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Kelly Clarkson - Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)

Skylar Grey - Wreak Havoc

Naomi Scott - Speechless

Kings and Queens - Ava Max

(I’m gonna do one with Leo x Aliyah next but that’s going to be later)

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[theweirdkidinside03]

The remix version of Save Your Tears shook Peaches out the top spot of Countdown Top 40 this week

1. Save Your Tears (feat. Ariana Grande) (Remix) - The Weeknd

2. Leave The Door Open - Bruno Mars, Anderson.Paak & Silk Sonic

3. Peaches (feat. Daniel Caesar & Giveon) - Justin Bieber

4. Kiss Me More (feat. SZA) - Doja Cat

5. What? - SB19

6. Follow You - Imagine Dragons

7. Montero (Call Me By Your Name) - Lil Nas X

8.  What’s Next - Drake

9. Film Out - BTS

10. deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo

11. Shy Away - twenty one pilots

12. ON THE GROUND - Rose’

13. Beautiful Mistakes (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Maroon 5

14. Heartbreak Anniversary - Giveon

15. You All Over Me (feat. Maren Morris) (From The Vault) (Official Lyric Video) - Taylor Swift

16. We’re Good - Dua Lipa

17. Selfish Love (with Selena Gomez) - DJ Snake

18. Your Power - Billie Eilish

19. Confetti (feat. Saweetie) - Little Mix

20. Would You - The Vamps

21. Spaceman - Nick Jonas

22. Dancing With The Devil - Demi Lovato

23. Runaway - Aurora

24. Good Days - SZA

25. Where I Belong (feat. Mariah Carey) - Busta Rhymes

26. Sabotage - Bebe Rexha

27. Up - Cadi B

28. What Other People Say - Sam Fisher & Demi Lovato

29. Angels Like You - Miley Cyrus

30. This Is Heaven - Nick Jonas

31. My Head & My Heart - Ava Max

32. Soda - James Reid

33. Run - OneRepublic

34. Streets - Doja Cat

35. Provide (feat. Chris Brown & Mark Morrison) - G-Eazy

36. Best Friend (feat. Doja Cat) - Saweetie

37. Hold On - Justin Bieber

38. WITHOUT YOU - The Kid Laroi

39. All Your Exes - Julia Michaels

40. Lotus Inn - Why Don’t We

[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.

[lostkiids]

Pairings I’m looking to write preferably on discord but I’ll also write here, maybe twitter or IG if people want that. Please do not contact me if you only want to write smut. I’m very selective about writing that. Bold means who i’m willing to write. You can message me or like this post and i’ll come to you x

Musical Ships

Emma x Alyssa (The Prom musical)

Janis x Cady (Mean Girls)

Janis x Regina (Mean Girls)

Cady x Aaron (Mean Girls)

Zoe x Evan (Dear Evan Hansen)

Duke x Chandler (Heathers)

Jasmine x Aladdin (Aladdin)

TV shows Ships

Zoe x Grace (Degrassi: Next Class)

Brick x Patty (Insatiable)

Zach x Kelly (Saved By the Bell)

Cat x Jade (Victorious)

Tori x Jade (Victorious)

Beck x Jade (Victorious)

Claire x Shaun (The Good Doctor)

Beto x Ella (Party of Five - remake)

Movie ships

Sierra x Veronica (Sierra Burgess is a Loser)

Random Friendships I’d also love to write

Riley x Maya (Girl Meets World)

Liv x Maddie (Liv & Maddie)

Sydney x Olive (Sydney to the Max)

Cat x Jade (Victorious)

Mariana x Jesus (The Fosters)

Regina x Gretchen (Mean Girls)

Gabi x Sofia (Young and Hungry)

[moonangel24]

upcoming next:

(just in case i forgot)

The Weeknd with Doja Cat - In Your Eyes

Ariana Grande with Justin Bieber - Stuck with U

Carlie Hanson - Numb

Doja Cat:

Streets

Candy

Kiss Me More ft. SZA 

Say So ft. Nicki Minaj

Witt Lowry ft. Ava Max - Into Your Arms

Red Velvet - Bad Boy (English Version)

Set It Off - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Shawn Mendes - Stitches

Jacquees - Come Thru 

Fifth Harmony ft. Ty Dolla $ign - Work From Home

Lauren Jauregui: 

Expectations

Invisible Chains

Kid Ink ft. Chris Brown - Show Me

Cady Groves - This Little Girl

Little Mix ft. Nicki Minaj - Woman Like Me

Taylor Swift:

cardigan

mad woman

Charlie Puth:

Hard On Yourself with blackbear

Light Switch

Cheating on You

NCT 127 - Highway to Heaven (English Version)

Chase Atlantic - OUT THE ROOF 

Falling In Reverse - Carry On

All Time Low ft. Demi Lovato & blackbear - Monsters

Maty Noyes - New Friends

Maximillian - Beautiful Scars

Halsey - Walls Could Talk

Lil Nas X:

Old Town Road

MONTERO 

INDUSTRY BABY ft. Jack Harlow

[stevefoxe]

Everything I Read in 2016

For the third year in a row, I logged every novel, short story collection, poetry compilation, graphic novel, and collected edition of monthly comics I read, excluding individual monthly comics (on which I continued to fall catastrophically behind) and anything I read (and reread, and reread again) for my day job. My only big change? A lot of these books were read on my iPad Mini. And a good number were for my gay book club (you can guess which ones). 

If you don’t yet keep track of your reading, you should start in 2017. It’s your best bet for hitting a reading goal, and for folks like me who read a ton, it’s a nice way to recall books that otherwise departed your memory.

For the tl;dr crowd, here are my Top 13 for the year, in the order in which I read them:

On Writing, Stephen King

Binti, Nnedi Okorafor

The Girls, Emma Cline

I Am a Hero Vol. 1 & Vol. 2, Kengo Hanazawa

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Saenz

The Hero: Book Two, David Rubín

Night Sky With Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong

Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders (I read an ARC)

A Choir of Ill Children, Tom Piccirilli

Habitat, Simon Roy

Prez Vol. 1, Mark Russell, Ben Caldwell, Domo Stanton

Bones of the Coast, edited by Shannon Campbell, Jeff Ellis, Kathleen Jacques

(New X-Men Omnibus was a re-read, or it would be up here.)

The rest is below the jump!

I don’t really feel like dumping on anything this year. I definitely got burnt out on comic anthologies, and I hated A Little Life, but the good outweighs the bad. Below is the full list, divided by month, followed by a few statistics and an evaluation of my 2016 reading goals as established last January. 

[A note on comics: I feel guilty that I’ve left off colorists and inkers, as they contribute so much to a book, but I defaulted to cover credits while logging my reading and don’t have most of these books on-hand to fix it now.]

January

The Amazing World of Gumball: Fairy Tale Trouble, Megan Brennan, Katy Farina, Jeremy Lawson

Adventure Time: Masked Mayhem, Kate Leth, Bridget Underwood, Drew Green, Vaughn Pinpin, Meredith McClaren

Sir Edward Grey: Witchfinder: The Mysteries of Unland, Kim Newman, Maura McHugh, Tyler Crook

On Writing, Stephen King

Binti, Nnedi Okorafor

The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2016, edited by John Joseph Adams & Joe Hill

The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps, Kai Ashante Wilson

February

Planet Hulk, Sam Humphries & Marc Laming

Future Imperfect, Peter David & Greg Land

Hail Hydra, Rick Remender & Roland Boschi

House of M, Dennis Hopeless & Marco Failla

Marvel Zombies, Si Spurrier & Kev Walker

Old Man Logan, Brian Michael Bendis & Andrea Sorrentino

The Girls, Emma Cline

The Gilded Razor, Sam Lansky

March

Civil War, Charles Soule & Leinil Francis Yu

New X-Men Omnibus, Grant Morrison, Frank Quitely, Phil Jimenez, Ethan Van Sciver, Igor Kordey, Marc Silvestri, Keron Grant, Chris Bachalo, John Paul Leon, Bill Sienkiewicz, Leinil Francis Yu

The Eye of the Cat, Elejandro Jodorowsky & Moebius

All the Birds in the Sky, Charlie Jane Anders

Beyond Anthology, edited by Sfé Monster & Taneka Scott

A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara

Balloon Pop Outlaw Black, Patricia Lockwood

April

 I Am a Hero Vol. 1, Kengo Hanazawa

The Nameless City Vol. 1, Faith Erin Hicks

Ody-C Vol. 1, Matt Fraction & Christian Ward

Lovecraft Country, Matt Ruff

Husk, Rachel Autumn Deering

New World: An Anthology of Sci-Fi & Fantasy, edited by C. Spike Trotman

Chainmail Bikini: An Anthology of Women Gamers, edited by Hazel Newlevant

Broken Frontier, edited by Frederik Hautain & Tyler Chin-Tanner

Love in All Forms: The Big Book of Growing Up Queer, edited by Serafina Dwyer

Wonder Woman: Earth One Vol. 1, Grant Morrison & Yanick Paquette

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Saenz

The Hero: Book Two, David Rubín

The Girl With All the Gifts, M. R. Carey

Regular Show: Noir Means Noir, Buddy, Rachel Connor, Robert Luckett, Wook Jin Clark

Night Air, Ben Sears

Revenger: Children of the Damned, Charles Forsman

Magic for Beginners, Kelly Link

May

Dark Engine Vol. 1, Ryan Burton & John Bivens

Disney Kingdoms: Seekers of the Weird, Brandon Seifert, Karl Moline, Filipe Andrade

The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, Aimee Bender

Every Heart a Doorway, Seanan McGuire

Mr. Splitfoot, Samantha Hunt

Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Charles M. Blow

Revival Vol. 1, Tim Seeley & Mike Norton

The Fireman, Joe Hill

Colder: Toss the Bones, Paul Tobin & Juan Ferreyra

The Fly: Outbreak, Brandon Seifert & Menton3

Faker, Mike Carey & Jock

What If? Infinity, Joshua Williamson, Mike Henderson, Riley Rossmo, Mike Norton, Jason Copeland, Goran Sudžuka

June

Hawkeye vs. Deadpool, Gerry Duggan, Matteo Lolli, Jacopo Camagni

Outcast Vol. 3, Robert Kirkman & Paul Azaceta

Lady Killer Vol. 1, Joelle Jones & Jamie S. Rich

The Fiction, Curt Pires & David Rubín

The Amazing World of Gumball Vol. 2, Frank Gibson, Tyson Hesse, Paulina Ganucheau

Arcadia, Alex Paknadel & Eric Scott Pfeiffer

Black Market, Frank J. Barbiere & Victor Santos

Dream Thief Vol. 2, Jai Nitz, Greg Smallwood, Todd Galusha

Contest of Champions Vol.1, Al Ewing & Paco Medina

The Infinity Gauntlet, Dustin Weaver & Gerry Duggan

The Amulet, Michael McDowell

The Dark Half, Stephen King

The Creature from the Black Lagoon, Steve Moncuse & Art Adams

Steven Universe: Too Cool for School, Ian Jones-Quartey, Jeremy Sorese, Asia Kendrick-Horton, Rachel Dukes, Josceline Fenton

Bob’s Burgers: Medium Rare, overseen by Loren Bouchard

Bob’s Burgers: Well Done, overseen by Loren Bouchard

Zombie, Joyce Carol Oates

Kare-Kare Komiks, Andrew Drilon

Night Sky With Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong

The Witcher: House of Glass, Paul Tobin & Joe Querio

X-Men: No More Humans, Mike Carey & Salvador Larroca

Cold Moon Over Babylon, Michael McDowell

July

Black Hand Comics, Wes Craig

Disappearance at Devil’s Rock, Paul Tremblay

B.P.R.D.: Hell on Earth: The Devil’s Wings, John Arcudi, Mike Mignola, Lawrence Campbell, Joe Querio, Tyler Crook

B.P.R.D.: Hell on Earth: Flesh & Stone, John Arcudi, Mike Mignola, James Harren

Abe Sapien: Sacred Places, Mike Mignola, Scott Allie, Sebastian Fiumara, Max Fiumara

Abe Sapien: A Darkness So Great, Mike Mignola, Scott Allie, Sebastian Fuimara, Max Fiumara

Hellboy & the B.P.R.D. 1952, Mike Mignola, John Arcudi, Alex Maleev

Lobster Johnson: Get the Lobster!, Mike Mignola, John Arcudi, Tonči Zonjić

Green River Killer: A True Detective Story, Jeff Jensen & Jonathan Case

The Witcher: Fox Children, Paul Tobin & Joe Querio

Children of the Night, John Blackburn

Frankenstein Underground, Mike Mignola & Ben Stenbeck

My Best Friend’s Exorcism, Grady Hendrix

August

The Well, Jack Cady

Angel Catbird Vol. 1, Margaret Atwood & Johnnie Christmas

Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders

September

Fellside, M. R. Carey

The Twilight Children, Gilbert Hernandez & Darwyn Cooke

Veil, Greg Rucka & Toni Fejzula

Negative Space, Ryan K. Lindsey & Owen Geini

Grindhouse: Doors Open at Midnight Vol. 1, Alex De Campi, Chris Peterson, Simon Fraser

Bitch Planet Vol. 1, Kelly Sue DeConnick, Valentine De Landro, Robert Wilson IV

Ody-C Vol. 2, Matt Fraction & Christian Ward

Tampa, Alissa Nutting

Clive Barker’s A-Z of Horror, compiled by Stephen Jones

The Missing, Sarah Langan

Grindhouse: Doors Open at Midnight Vol. 2, Alex De Campi, Federica Manfredi, Gary Erskine

Grindhouse: Doors Open at Midnight Vol. 3, Alex De Campi, R.M. Guera, Chris Peterson

Grindhouse: Doors Open at Midnight Vol. 4, Alex De Campi, Mulele Jarvis, John Lucas

Audition, Ryu Murakami

Mr. Arashi’s Amazing Freak Show, Suehiro Maruo

In the Miso Soup, Ryu Murakami

October

Ghosts, Raina Telgemeier

Anya’s Ghost, Vera Brosgol

One Week in the Library, W. Maxwell Prince & John Amor

A Choir of Ill Children, Tom Piccirilli

The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter

I Am a Hero Vol. 2, Kengo Hanazawa

The Beauty Vol. 1, Jeremy Haun & Jason A. Hurley

The Creepy Case Files of Margo Maloo Vol. 1, Drew Weing

November

Gerald’s Game, Stephen King

Call Me By Your Name, André Aciman

Invisible Republic Vol. 1, Gabriel Hardman & Corinne Bechko

Roche Limit Vol. 1, Michael Moreci & Vic Malhorta

What Belongs to You, Garth Greenwell

Roche Limit Vol. 2, Michael Moreci & Kyle Charles

Roche Limit Vol. 3, Michael Moreci & Kyle Charles

One-Punch Man Vol. 9, ONE & Yusuke Murata

One-Punch Man Vol. 10, ONE & Yusuke Murata

Habitat, Simon Roy

December

Beowulf, Santiago García & David Rubín

The Oath, edited by Audrey Redpath

Star Wars: Tales From the Far, Far Away, Michael Moreci, Tim Daniel, Ryan Cady, Phillip Sevy, etc.

Prelude to Bruise, Saeed Jones

Grief is the Thing With Feathers, Max Porter

Tomie Deluxe Edition, Junji Ito

Krampus!, Brian Jones & Dean Kotz

Fantasy Sports Vol. 2, Sam Bosma

The Beauty Vol. 2, Jeremy Haun, Jason A. Hurley, Mike Huddleston, Brett Weldele, Stephen Green

Prez Vol. 1, Mark Russell, Ben Caldwell, Domo Stanton

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Beats Up the Marvel Universe, Ryan Q. North & Erica Henderson

Love is Love, edited by Marc Andreyko

Joe Golem Vol. 1, Mike Mignola, Christopher Golden, Patric Reynolds

Baltimore: Cult of the Red King, Mike Mignola, Christopher Golden, Peter Bergting

Abe Sapien: The Burning Fire, Mike Mignola, Scott Allie, Max Fiumara, Sebastian Fiumara, Tyler Crook

Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire, Neil Gaiman & Shane Oakley

Bones of the Coast, edited by Shannon Campbell, Jeff Ellis, Kathleen Jacques

Total: 

140 Books (up from 128 in 2015 and 87 in 2014)

Breakdown:

39 Novels or short story collections (down from 43 in 2015 and 44 in 2014)

98 Graphic novels/collected editions of comics (up from 84 in 2015 and a measly 42 in 2014)

3 Books of poetry (triple the 2015 and 2014 counts!)

About 35 Books written or edited by female authors (up from 20 in 2015 and 16 in 2014; note that I’m only counting writers and editors, not artists, and I’m counting books, not unique authors)

Roughly 19 books by (known-to-be) non-white authors (down from 30 last year but up from 9 in 2014...but both this year and last were inflated by multiple entries from manga creators)

...and at least 16 books written or edited by queer and trans authors. 

So...any suggestions for 2017?

[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.