What happens when a bored vampire, meets a clever witch?
Pairing: Max x F!Reader (witch)
Warnings; ✨Supernatural elements✨ violence, smut (NSFW 18+), language, *trigger warning* Max is a vampire so there will be a lot of blood talk, some of it sexual in nature… each chapter will have its own warnings.
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There’s a big old house not far from town that nobody ever sets foot into because it’s got an unpleasant and strange aura to it. The townspeople will tell you that when you get too close, you’ll feel something watching you…
ay bb,, i'm not sure if you touched upon this, but how did gabe and jay meet? what about rico and jay, too?
// Jay and Gabe met through Sala really. Jay and Sala were sent to the safehouse together when Jay recruited Sala. Gabe was the only doctor at the safehouse at the time, and they were short on runners, so the pair were sent to Domum. Being the only two doctors, everyone thought Sala and Gabe would get together and no one wanted to accept/believe that Sala was aromantic so they continued to pressure them into dating. until they went on a “date” (which was really Sala and Gabe chilln out complaining about the people in Domum. Jay came home when they were on that ‘date,’ Sala introduced them and the rest is history!
Now Rico…. oof, Rico. Jay and Rico met through the Blu Roze. Rico kinda took Jay under his wing and taught him everything Jay knows about combat and guns (Jay likes modding weapons, despite hating using them). But how Jay came about the Blu Roze is a whole story that I have yet to figure out
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Ok so. Max has always been very enthusiastic about anything that has to do with our little witch. He just loves everything. All of it. And I'm picturing this moment, you know, when the sun is setting, and it's oranges and reds and yellows across the sky, and the two of them are just lounging around and she's perhaps reading or practicing a new spell and he's just gazing at her like she's the sun herself and she looks at him and let's go of everything and saunters towards him and sits on his lap and he's just 😍😍 and she asks him if he can describe to her what he likes about her and he just gets overwhelmed because there isn't a single word that can describe what she means to him and he's a little embarrassed that he's so speechless and she takes notice so she asks him if it's possible to tell her what she tastes like to him since he always waxes poetry about her when he's feeding and honestly, this can be as smutty as you want it to be or as fluffy. I'll drink it down in a second....but like, you know...there's nothing better than fluffy smut where Max bites her skin over and over again and he sort of tells her that depending on where he bites her, her taste changes just a little bit...and he looooves biting her in certain places *wink wink*...BUT I'LL TAKE ANYTHING I PROMISE
Okay - so you know I love writing about our vampy bf Maxxy but sometimes it seems like I have no inspo. BUT THEN you come into my asks and drop something like this and it's like a manchurian candidate phrase in my brain and BAM - here I am 1500 words later. lmao.
Enjoy babe this ones for you.
Pairing: Max x F!witch-reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** Max is a vampire so there will be a lot of blood talk, some of it sexual in nature, fluff, language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dirty talk, (Again, blood play but it should come as no surprise)
Read Domum here
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Max had been a lot of things in his life, it was unavoidable when you’d been around as long as he had. He’d been headstrong and stubborn. Impatient and terrible; a monster. He’d been violent, yes, horrible and malignant - all of the terrible things one could be but that wasn’t all. He’d been sweet, to his younger sister - she who he imagined as all of the good parts of the world until she passed from sickness in the bloom of her youth. He’d been trustworthy to her and safe - a protector.
When he’d been turned - he’d been obsessive. Bloodthirsty and murderous. How far away all that seemed now. Here with this woman who possessed his still heart.
If that foolish boy of my youth could see me now, he’d think me weak.
It almost made him laugh, how wrong that child would be. Now Max knew himself to be kind, and gentle. Loving - generous and tender and it was all for her. She made him better. She made him love not only her, but himself.
He watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration - a habit she’d deny - while she wrote in her journal - marking down the results of her spells and he couldn’t help but smile.
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“You’re staring Max.” You spoke although you didn’t face him. The sun was low in the sky and there would only be an hour or so left of light bright enough to write.
“I am indeed.” you smiled to yourself, he was lounging in front of you under a massive oak tree not far from your cottage - choosing like always to dwell in the shade. “I like the look of you.”
“Yes? And why is that?” You closed your book, carefully setting aside the inkpot and quill before facing him. His expression almost made you laugh - it was a confused frown.
“Why do I like the look of you..?” He quirked his head to the side inquisitively.
“Yes, well - not just that in truth. What do you like about me Max?” Now you were curious. His frown deepened.
“I- well, I … I love you.” He floundered, seemingly lost in thought.
“Yes, I am aware and I love you also but, what drew you to me? What do you love about me?” You made your way over to him, straddling his lap so he could hold onto you. He stared up at you with narrowed eyes, pursed lips and you couldn’t help but kiss him chastely before letting him answer. He was quiet for a long time.
“What I feel for you is indescribable.” The words came out reverently. “Your question, although simple, has left me silent because there are so many things I love about you.” He placed a kiss at the hollow of your throat before continuing.
“At first, it was your scent. It drew me in from miles away. You smell of high summer - sunshine and decadence and I had never been called to something with such intensity in all my years. I had to have you. Would’ve drank you dry had I been younger.” You could tell this disturbed him. “I love your tenacity, the care you have for everything you put your energy into. I love how you protect the people of this village, although we both know they don’t deserve it-” You slapped at his chest playfully. “Very well - most of them don’t deserve it.”
He pulled at the strings of your corset, revealing more of your skin for his mouth.
“I love your face, the state of your hair when you’ve slept a tad too late. I love the way you smile after your first sip of tea at night. I love the way you speak to Ambrose as though he were a newborn.” His confessions made your heart ache- that he would notice these trivial little things about you and love you all the harder for them.
The sun was dipping lower now, bathing all in a golden glow and you listened to him speak as crickets sang, as deer moved just beyond the trees; as fireflies danced around you.
“I love the way you hold onto me tight as you sleep - and the way my name fills your mouth. I love the way you taste - you’ve ruined me for all the world.” He grazed his fang against the vein in your neck and this was something you suddenly needed to know.
“What do I taste like to you Max?” It was your turn to tilt your head now. He closed his eyes as he thought of how to answer, his bottom lip between his sharp teeth.
“Oh my love, how to describe it to you?” He took your wrist and brought it up to his mouth, licking at the skin and when you nodded he pierced it - drawing forth a droplet to sample. His pupils dilated, his cock hardened between your legs and a contented sigh slipped through parted lips. “You taste like heaven. Like ripe pomegranates and the finest wine one could imagine.” He licked at the wound and it healed before your eyes. “You taste like passion and a field of wildflowers, rain and the ocean and all of the things that make life worth living.”
“Do I really taste of all that to you Max?” You were soft for him, pliant and needy of his love and attention.
“Oh yes. That and so much more - especially when you are aroused, when you come it’s even better.” His eyes darkened now, flashing unnaturally in the low light like a predator. “When I bite here-” He opened the shirt even more now, baring your breasts to him in the gloaming “Here you taste of summer storms.” He licked at the stiffened peak, always making sure you welcomed his bite and when you pulled him into your skin he sunk his teeth into the flesh with a groan.
Your cunt ached at the pull of it, the emptiness calling for the thick pillar of him to fill it like only he could.
“You taste of divinity, of the sacrament and all things holy.” He licked at the ruby trail and closed the tiny wound before moving to the other side. “You taste like home.” He bit down again, harder this time and it drew a moan from you.
You pulled his face up to crash your lips to his and although the coppery taste of your blood was in your mouth it didn’t bother you. You could feel the click of your teeth against his in your passion, he matched your intensity, you purposely grazed your tongue against one fang, giving him more of what he craved and it was like a dam burst. One minute he was docile and gentle underneath you, the next you were on your back in the soft grass. His eyes almost glowed as he pulled at your undergarments roughly, all but ripping through them in his haste to reach your wet centre.
Wordlessly you helped him, pulling and bunching up your skirts while he rushed to free his cock.
“I need you Max.” You made space for him between your thighs as he finally grasped himself in hand, the drops of his arousal coating his length. “Take me.” You called to him, spreading the lips of your cunt to his gaze and he moaned at the sight.
The stretch made you gasp, the thickness of him making you clench around him, tightening your hold on him before he could snap his hips.
“I love the way you feel, the way your pretty little cunt gets so wet for me. The way it swallows my cock when I fuck you.” His words were clipped, spit out through gritted teeth.
He held both your arms above your head, making your breasts jut out for him. He punctuated his words with each punch of his cock. It made you moan, made you forget you were outside where anyone could come upon the two of you. Nothing matters when he loves you like this.
“I love the way you feel too-” Your words were cut off by his kiss, his tongue an obscene thing in your mouth as the wet sounds of your coupling ring out around you. His fingers found the swollen bundle of nerves and the wet glide of them had you at the knife's edge of your release.
He moved his mouth down, his nose plotting the course before arriving at his destination and when he sank his fangs into your breast the coil snapped. Your body curled into his, your cunt clenching around him and he groaned into your skin - your blood in his mouth as he chased his own pleasure.
“Drink more - take it, it’s yours.” You pulled him to the vein in your neck, relishing the way his hips stuttered, the way he bit and spilled his release inside you almost at the same time.
It was full dark now, the moon glowing in the sky as you both lay there on the soft earth, catching your breath; content to hold him close for as long as he needed.
Also...what do you think Maxie would do if you came back from the market and barged into your place aggressively and didn't give him a chance to ask you why you're panting and sweating and you just start grabbing at his clothes and begging him to claim you? Just for no reason whatsoever. Or maybe there is but you don't care about anything right now except feeling him fuck into you so deeply and mark you with his cum and his hands and his bites and yeah. I am curious.
My dearest Maggie. ♥️
I won’t lie I struggled with this one- not in terms of writing but in coming up with a way for this to play out. I talked it over with another person who casually suggested “sex pollen” and then it fucking SPIRALED. So you can thank @wheresarizona for this one- she’s the real mvp.
Enjoy!
Pairing; Max P x witchy!reader (Domum universe)
Warnings; it’s the witch equivalent of sex pollen so be warned. Smut and all the regular warnings that go with it I’m not gonna list them out. *no minors* (they are in a committed relationship and consent)
If you like this, read the rest here.
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The cottage was quiet as you did your work, a cup of cooling tea on the table next to the ingredients you’d laid out. Max had offered to run the mended garments into town, to give you some time to work on your journal and to replenish a few of the more finicky potions and salves you were running low on.
It was easier to focus like this, when the sun was high and Ambrose was outside - hunting the mice that dared enter your garden.
The cottage smelled of flowers, of dried herbs and sweet smoke and you were content to fiddle with the process - to tweak and adjust as you saw fit. The pain salve that had been running low was now restocked - the heavy jar now filled to the brim.
Hmmm maybe I’ll make a new love potion. Something that would work for the women of the village.
It was reckless. You knew that.
Every witch worth her salt knew not to mess around with love potions. They were temperamental, finicky and had to be made perfectly or the results could be catastrophic. Something in the back of your mind though, something told you it would work - that you had everything you needed and that you had the skills necessary and after reading over the instructions in your mothers book, you convinced yourself.
Plumes of purple-grey smoke filled the small space, the smell of high summer and crushed grapes filling your nose as you mixed in one element after the other. Careful double-triple checking your measurements before adding them in.
Six cocoa beans, a thimbleful of maca root. Sweet clover and rose petals-
A loud mewl at the door startled you and despite all your careful measuring- one of your hands shook and a cascade of more than one ingredient fell into the pot, dissolving too quickly to rectify.
You let out a deep sigh.
Just wasted so many almost irreplaceable supplies and for what? Now I have to start all over-
The pot started bubbling rapidly just before you managed to move it away from the grate on the fire. You frowned at the reaction, the once sparkling, shining gold liquid was now a thick, blood-red syrup. A bubble formed on the oil slick surface, swelling and swelling until it popped before you could get it out in the open.
The steam of it hit you square in the face, filling your nose and eyes and mouth.
It crawled through your veins, slowly at first, honey dripping from your skin but it quickly shifted. First it was just a warm breath that fanned over your face, tasting and smelling of nothing but soon you could smell Max, taste his kiss - feel his bite at your throat and at your breast. A slow burn spread out from the immediate hit, a warm caress across every inch of your skin that very quickly turned to burning ardor.
The edges of everything were blurred, a hazy pink glow over your vision that fizzled and sparkled and there was no stopping it - an endless falling into a pit of pure want. No, not want, need.
Max - Max I need you.
Your shawl was too heavy and soon it was on the floor. The corset was squeezing too tight, you all but ripped at the laces until it too fell discarded and unwanted. The shift was lighter now without the structure of the corset but the fabric that once felt comfortable now felt prickly, your skin was too hot and getting hotter by the second.
The potion -
Half wild with lust, you managed to tip the contents of the small cauldron into a large lidded vessel, ignoring the way your cunt seeped your need for Max down your thighs. Pulsing with the beat of your heart, there where you longed to feel his mouth, his fingers, his cock - concentrate.
Once the jar was closed you drowned the remnants in the washing tub just outside, retreating quickly to the safety of your home.
Max - please…
You closed your eyes, sliding into the warm bed, letting out a pained groan at the way his scent floated up around you - driving you mad, making you drool. You watched as your hands pulled the offending fabric up, giving you access to your core and to your breasts. A gasp escaping your mouth at the feel of your sex - the slick flowing like a river - the lips swollen and sensitive.
“Max.”
You called out to him, using the last of your senses to carry your voice on the wind - to find him; to call him.
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He felt her, strange as it was. Felt her voice in his ear - felt his name whip around him like a hurricane for a mere second before it was gone.
He moved quickly, feeling in his heart that something was happening - she needed him and within a few moments he was outside the cottage. He was quick to note the cauldron floating in the washbasin.
The scene he found inside would have been enough to make him skip a beat - had he still had a beat to skip. She was in their bed, panting - a vision of pure lust - a goddess. Her legs were open, her body bare save the shift pushed up practically at her neck.
“Max, help me.” Her voice was a siren song, calling him like nothing else in this world could.
“What’s this? You called me here for this…?” He was smiling - amused and happy to oblige her - always but when he got closer he could see something was wrong. “What happened?” He went to her, trying to console but she only pulled at him - chasing his mouth.
“It went wrong - I need you - inside.” She could barely speak - all soft pants and hitched breath when she brought his hand to her breast. “Love me Max, bite me.” He couldn’t help but groan at her need, couldn’t help but crave the warmth of her skin.
“My love, is there no cure? What have you done? I don’t want to use you.” He pulled away, as hard as it was to deny her it felt like overstepping. To take advantage of her in this state. “Think - what can I do to help?” He pulled down the dress - covering her for the moment but she resisted - a tinkling laugh at his modesty.
“Max - I always want you.” He let her pull him onto her, let her coax his touch from his hands and moans from his mouth. “I need this from you now, it’s just a dose of something I made much too strong but I need you to help me. Please.” She had stars in her eyes and steel in her grip as she pulled the clothes off him - her pulse calling for his bite and he couldn’t deny her any more.
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Another mistake - he feels it now too.
You saw the widening of his eyes, the dilation of his pupils with your blood in his mouth. His cock was impossibly hard against your hip, his precum smearing against your heated skin.
“I can feel you in my veins my love, taste you as though my tongue were buried into your wet little cunt.” His voice was a velvet rasp, the charge before a storm tingling along your skin. His nose mapped the long column of your throat, his fangs piercing you over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore.
In a flash you had him underneath you, held firmly between your thighs while you licked into his mouth.
He bucked up, making you feel the way his cock slipped between your soaked folds. Unsatisfied with the way things progressed, you held his arms over his head, taking what you wanted, how you wanted it.
He could have easily overpowered you with brute strength but he didn’t, even now you were in control- it made you moan into his mouth. With a trembling hand you reached down to align him, to feed him into the place you wanted him most; your cunt took him greedily and the stretch of him was like a balm. A cool cloth on your feverish brow.
Wordlessly you rocked onto his cock, the muscles in your thighs already protesting but you ignored them. Instead you moved faster, riding him harder and harder until the bed creaked from the strain. Your body was a live wire, buzzing, pulsing; leaking. Your hands were a vice around his forearms just as your legs were around his ribs and had he been any other man - he might have complained - Max though, he looked at you with adoration - with worship and lust.
It was right there, the edge of the pit - you could almost taste it with every roll of your hips - the pressure against the crux of you was almost enough. His bite shoved you bodily over the edge, his eyes were half mad with your nipple in his mouth. Each pull he took was synchronized with the way your cunt fluttered around his cock.
He flipped you onto your back, not bothering to wait until you’d come down from your euphoria. He hammered into you, his strokes were hard and fast and wet and within a few moments he was groaning loud; spilling deep.
It wasn’t enough.
The orgasm was a chasm and you both fell, for what seemed like hours, days- years. Eventually the forest fire of your desire for each other burned down to embers, the fever broke and you both lay in your bed - darkness all around.
“How long has Ambrose been scratching at the door?” You vaguely heard yourself speaking through the tired fog of your mind.
“Too long. He will be very cross-“ Max got up and you noted with chagrin long half-healed scratches and bite marks of your own on his chest, his neck, his back. Ambrose pranced in with an enraged meow, staring at the both of you with what could only be described as unadulterated anger. “I’m sorry - oh yes. He’s livid.” He wouldn’t let Max come near him and you couldn’t help but laugh. The afterglow radiating pleasantly through your limbs and through your head.
“What will you do with that?” Max gestured to the potion on the table as he went about making you a cup of tea.
My love, now you know how much I love Domum. Hear me out, Max, the witch, cockwarming. That’s it, that’s the prompt. In my brain she’s working on something while she’s sitting on him and he’s just so fucking happy and content, just loves her warmth. Maxie is a simp and we love to see it.
MAXXXYYYY ♥️♥️
Ooof - this is a good one - thanks for sending it in🥰
Hope you like this!
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From the Domum universe
Pairing: Max Phillips x witch f!reader
Warnings: (NSFW 18+), *trigger warning* Max is a vampire blood talk, cock-warming, lovesick-simp vampy bf Max
Let me know if I forget anything
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He knew he was distracting her, could hear it in her soft sighs every time he pulled her away from her notes. He’d craved her attention all day but she’d been too busy for him. Her skill with needle and thread was no tawdry thing and the people in the village knew it.
Max hated it.
He never said as much, knowing it was strictly due to his selfishness.
If I could, I’d hold you tight to me in our bed, forever.
He tucked the thoughts away, watching as his hand pulled her pretty face towards him once more - breaking her concentration. Risking her anger for one more kiss.
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You knew he needed attention, knew he craved you in the way he always craved you but there was so much to do.
If you would stop interrupting me-
He couldn’t stay away - couldn't help but lift you off your chair to set you on his lap. His excuse to hold you close. His lips traveled over the hollow of your throat and as frustrating as it was to be continuously pulled away from your tasks, you couldn’t help but go soft for him. Couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck as you sat in his lap.
“I need you.” His words were soft, pressed into your skin almost apologetically.
“I am here Max, I’m right here with you.” Your fingers threaded through his hair, soothing him as best you could.
“I need you closer.” His tongue trailed up the column of your throat, pulling a soft sigh from you. You looked over to the table, to the journal you’d been neglecting and a wicked thought crawled into your head - a way for him to feel close while you caught up with your work.
“You are spoiled.” Your hand looked so small spread over his neck, the pad of your thumb lining up with his adams apple. “You will have to wait until I am done-” You pressed minutely, forestalling his soft protest. “-patience my love, when I am done - you will have me all to yourself.” You spoke softly, relishing the way his eyes followed your hands reaching into his breeches - pulling out his hardening cock. “Can you be good?” You tipped his chin up to meet your gaze while the other hand stroked him to full mast.
“Yes.” He breathed out the word, biting his lip when your thumb circled the head of him. His excitement for you, the tense way in which he held himself still - just for you - sent a hot spike of arousal into your belly. It made you ache and glisten.
“Good.” You held him in place with your gaze as you removed your undergarments- as you turned around before sitting onto his cock. His groan was music to your ears. “Now-” You spoke over your shoulder at him, relishing the way he twitched inside you. “-Be good and let me finish.” You clenched around him - pulling a pained groan from deep in his belly.
He was quiet, and docile, but he didn’t make it any easier for you to concentrate.
His hands roamed endlessly, testing your limits wordlessly. Ruining your concentration more than once. Your skirts were pulled up high around your waist - every inch of you explored while his breath ghosted over the back of your neck. His fangs were a torture, a reminder that he was there and ready.
I can feel just how ready you are Max.
You wrote as best you could with the way your heart thrummed in your ears and in your cunt, ignoring the horrid scrawl - trying your hardest not to focus on the way his fingers undid the laces of your shift, the way they pulled down the neckline of your dress to pluck at your nipples.
“Max-” He kissed at your shoulders, drawing out the strings of your arousal to pool around the base of his cock. “-You’re cheating.” Your voice came out breathy, one of his hands snaked down to feel you spread around him.
“I am being the best I can be.” You could hear the smile in his voice, the amusement knowing you were just as affected as he was. You finished as fast as you could, slamming the book a little more forcefully than you meant to. “Now?” His fangs ghosted over your pulse point, making your blood sing out for him.
“Yes my love, now.” He bit down, and for a while you forgot about everything except him.
