#vampire max

[laura1633]

Honestly max with fangs would be so cute since the rest of his teeth are so flat/straight

He really would 🥰

[Max creeping up to Charles and hissing with his fangs on show.]

Charles: Oh my gosh look at your little teefies, how adorable

[Max snarling]

Charles [giggling]: oh no please don't bite me with your smol teefies

[Max pouting]

[roselilies]

[weirdlookindog]

Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922)

[cadillacjohnf1]

[lokischocolatefountain]

Pedro Pascal choosing roles

[stagprince]

Guy who goes awooooo x guy who goes mwehehehe 🐺🧛‍♂️

[zomibom]

I was unstoppable when I saw him in the trailer for Fiona and Cake

also i had to punk him up a bit cause i know deep in my heart, he is a patch collecting freak.

Character: Marshal Lee (adventure time/Fiona and cake)

[vivwritesfics]

Beautiful Monster

Vampire!Max is instantly hooked when he meets a girl that looks like the vampire that turned him. He searches for her, until he finds himself on her sofa, teeth against her neck.

Warnings: max killing (not reader), blood drinking, slightest smut, reader doesn't die but she is lowkey a dumb bitch

Viv's AUgust Event

There was nothing wrong with the house on the hill. It was probably very nice inside, but the rumours that surrounded it, the rumours about the beast inside.

He knew the rumours around him, knew what the children said as they dared each other to ring his doorbell and run away. The curtains were always drawn and the beast rested through the day, emerging at night.

He was so damn beautiful, but he didn't see that (yes, he can see his reflection in the mirror, since his mirror is a modern mirror and not backed with silver). He saw the monster that everybody else should have seen. But everybody else saw an angel.

Well, before they died. That was the only time he emerged from his house; to feed. The pretty girls at the bar happily followed him out to the alleyway, where he sank his sharp teeth into their neck and drained them dry.

She would have followed him out to the alley, would have let him pierce the skin of her neck. But Max couldn't. She looked too much like her.

Like Max's first love. The woman that drew him in and kissed his lips until they were red and swollen. He'd been human back then. His heart had been beating and he was capable of feeling love.

She had bitten his neck and fed him her blood, turning him into the nocturnal beast he was today. A hundred years of solitude, of only emerging when he needed to feed.

At first Max thought it was her. It had to be, there was no other explanation. But he watched this woman carefully. She was alive. A living, breathing being. She wasn't a monster like him.

The first time she approached him, she fluttered her eyelashes and giggled at everything he said. Flirting with him. She wasn't the first woman to do so, but she was the first one to leave him tongue tied.

Normally, Max only danced with her when he had to. He only twirled a girl around the dance floor when he was hungry and she was making him work for it. But when she asked Max to dance, he said yes. He already knew he wouldn't be feeding from her, she looked too much like his first love.

At the end of the night Max was draining another girl in the alleyway before he returned to the house on the hill. But he couldn't get her out of his head.

So much so that he went out again the next night. But she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't at the bar, wasn't anywhere at all. She must have been home, safe from all of the monsters roaming the town, safe from him.

Max went out again the next night, searching for her. She wasn't at that bar, but she was in the park, sitting on a beach with a little dog running around in front of her.

When Max approached, the little dog growled. "Leo!" She scooped the dog up and sat him in her lap.

Max had never been a dog person. Even when he was human, cats preferred him. Things only got worse once he was turned. Dogs growled and barked at him. Cats still tolerated him.

"Is he yours?" Max asked as he slipped into the seat beside her. The way she petted Leo's ears had him quiet in her lap. If it was possible, he would have been glaring at Max.

She shook her head. "He belongs to my friend, but I'm taking care of him while he's out of town."

He released a breath, one he hadn't meant to hold. So what if she owned a dog? She was just some mortal woman who would die in a few hundred years anywhere (when you're living forever, it's easy to forget how long the human lifespan was).

"You were a good dancer," she mused, fingers still absentmindedly petting Leo's head.

"I had a good partner."

What did she taste like, Max found himself wondering. Would her taste be as sweet as her scent? He could feel his fangs appearing as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

He kept them covered as he spoke to her. Well, it wasn't really a conversation. Just the two of them flirting back and forth until she picked him up and took his hand in her own, leading him out of the park.

Max didn't expect to end up on her sofa, with the dog barking away in the kitchen. He kissed her with fervour, his tongue exploring her mouth. In control of the situation, since he couldn't control himself.

She swung herself onto his lap as Max pulled away. It would be so easy to sink his teeth into her neck and drain her dry.

He couldn't stop himself as he started kissing the skin of her neck. She gasped when she felt his pointed teeth against her skin. But she wasn't pulling away, wasn't panicking. Her hips still moved against his, fingers working at the barrier of clothes that separated them.

But then his teeth sank in.

She stilled, breath catching in her throat as Max slowly began to drain her. But then she began to moan.

He knew it was a pleasurable experience for humans, remembered it from when he was still a man. She tasted so damn sweet, body going limp against him. Shit, he had never tasted anything like this.

Breath heaving, he pulled away from her. His tongue flattened against the puncture wounds, licking up what remained. Her hand came to settle on his chest and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"You're a monster," she said between breaths, too exhausted to rock her hips against his. If Max decided to explore what was in her jeans, he would have found an undeniable mess. "A beautiful monster."

She touched his cold cheek and pulled his face towards her own, kissing him.

[laura1633]

ok but like baby vampire max going into subspace after drinking blood with max on charles lap and charles is feeding him blood from like a cup or something and a little runs down his mouth/neck and charles licks it off. max getting all needy and desperate right there in charles lap where he can hide his face in charles neck.

There's just something about Max in Charles' lap that always gets to me, it's just so hot whilst being adorable!

Charles seeing the red stark against Max's pale skin and not being able to help himself. He starts running his tongue slowly up Max's neck and lapping at the blood until Max starts keening and writhing on his lap needing something more. Charles ends up with one very spaced out but needy vampire grinding against his thigh.

[roselilies]

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

[weirdlookindog]

Max Schreck in Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens | 1922 | dir. F.W. Murnau

[dailyfigures]

Lilith Aensland & Morrigan Aensland ; Darkstalkers ☆ Max Factory

[georgiasbrainstuff]

Married vampire Max is having an affair with down bad human Oscar. Max's partner, Charles (also a vampire - thanks to Max), is in denial about their marriage falling apart.

[mindless-cinematic-trash]

[mrfatherbrian]

Artwork by Gus Fink

[scarypunkmother]

was thinking about them as max and chloe. it’s COMPLETELY reasonable to doom your whole town to save your alt gf, right? i think it’s pretty reasonable