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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 11 Boss/Employee Max Phillips x Reader

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Working for Max Phillips is easily one of the best, and worst jobs you’ve ever had. The hours are long, the work thankless, but you’ve achieved more in the last six months than in any other job. And the salary is more money than you’ve ever earned.

The only thing you don’t like about working at Bleeding Ink is the party culture. Everyone else in the office loves to go out and get hammered, Max included, and it just isn’t your scene. Never has been, and you doubt ever will.

But this weekend is different, it’s Halloween and you are willing to make an exception for your favourite holiday of the year. You put your hair into a simple up-do, apply a little lip gloss, and step into your white tennis shoes before checking yourself out in the mirror.

Your dark jean shorts, green apron, and white t-shirt with the Merlotte’s logo screen printed over your heart. You smile at yourself in the reflection once more before grabbing your purse and heading to the bar. You try to ignore the excited energy building in your gut at the thought of seeing Max out of hours.

~*~

Max watches you from a booth in the back, all night he’s been paralysed by how much skin you have on show. He can barely keep his fangs in his mouth, they keep extending of their own accord, like a teenager popping a boner just at the sight of you. He’s furious with himself, he prides himself on his restraint, he hasn’t fucked you in the six months you’ve worked for him. He takes that as a personal achievement, especially with how close the two of you work.

“Get it together asshole.”

He grumbles under his breath as he runs his palms over his face. He’s dressed in a black suit, with black trousers and a red tie. He wants to be out on the dance floor, where you’re currently grinding against Lisa from accounts. He watches with reverence at the way your body moves to the rhythm of the song playing as you knock back another shot.

What he sees next sends him over the edge.

~*~

“I said no.”

You try to shove the stranger away as he tries to shove his hand down the front of your shorts as his lips suck aggressively over your pulse point. Lisa has disappeared into the crowd and suddenly you don’t recognise anyone around you. You’ve only had a couple of drinks, but you suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

The stranger grabs both your wrists and starts to drag you towards the toilets at the back of the bar. You don’t hesitate to act as you plant your feet before yanking him back towards you, eyelashes fluttering up at him as you dart your tongue out over your bottom lip. The sudden compliance makes the douchebag pause just long enough so you can aim your kick just right.

He drops like a sack of shit, howling out as he holds his bruised manhood. You feel the adrenaline spike in your blood stream as you try and back away, terrified of what will happen when he gets back up.

You turn and run face first into another male body but before you can so much as start to apologise your eyes go wide. It’s Max. You almost groan at the way his broad hands hold you steady, the way his fingers press into the flesh of your biceps. But you swallow it down, pretending like you weren’t thinking about how nicely those fingers would feel pressed elsewhere.

“You ok there, sweetheart?”

His voice washes over you, calming you instantly as you throw your arms around him. You’ve not so much as bumped fists with Max since you started working for him, you’ve tried to keep your feelings at bay. Living by the motto of don’t shit where you eat even if you have it down bad for your cocky playboy of a boss.

“Yeah, can you walk me home?”

You ask as you glance warily at the man still cradling his crotch, you know he’s not going to be happy once he can stand again. You also don’t feel like staying out anymore, the whole incident souring the night completely.

“I’ll do one better, I’ll drive you.”

Max offers his arm to you, and you loop yours through it without hesitation, you weave through the throngs of party goers. Once outside you realise how cold it's gotten and start to shiver as you make it to the parking lot.

“Here.”

Max says as he drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders. You slip into it gratefully and flash him a nervous smile.

“Thanks, and I’m sorry you had to leave the party.”

“It’s ok, I wasn’t really feeling it anyway.”

Max shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him as you reach his black Audi. He opens the door for you, and you get in with the grace of a wounded gazelle, falling into the expensive leather seat with a huff as you wait for Max to get into the driver’s seat.

As the door shuts behind him you feel the atmosphere change. Max tenses in his seat, hands gripping the steering wheel as he tries his best to fight the urge to pull you onto his lap and have you.

“Max,” You start, placing a hand on his forearm as you turn in your seat to look at him, “You ok?”

“Fine, just, fuck, you looked really good tonight and seeing that asshole ruin the party for you, to see him touch you like that. It got under my skin.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” You rub your thumb over his wrist as you try and placate him, “You know I’m not much of a party gal.”

“I know, but I just wanted you to have fun tonight, I was really looking forward to seeing you.”

Max winces as he realises what he said, turning to look at you with a pained grimace on his face.

“Max Phillips, the boss who can barely look at me when I work in the room next door, wanted to see me? Now that I don’t buy.”

You tease as you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out his angle.

“It’s complicated, I’m your boss, I didn’t want to be that guy.” Max shrugs as he finally turns to face you, his dark eyes sombre as he tries to keep them fixed on your face, he can’t risk letting his eyes trail down your body right now. It’s already torture enough that he can hear your heartbeat amping up with each passing moment. It’s taking every shred of will power not to just eat you alive. Literally.

“I mean I’ve seen you fuck Ashleigh from HR on your lunch breaks, heard her too.”

You shrug and the look of horror on his face is almost comical. You’d laugh if you didn’t feel a pant of shame for revealing that titbit right now.

“Fuck.”

Max finally releases the steering wheel and jams the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Hey, Max?”

You say softly as you place your hand high up on his thigh, you can see the bulge in his suit trousers and you’re done being subtle.

“What?”

“Do you want to fuck me in your car?”

Max peels his hands away from his eyes and looks at you with something between shock and excitement. Then you see it, as he opens his mouth to answer you, the sheen of curved fangs slide out from his gum line.

I fucking knew it.

“I don’t think-!” Max starts but you cut him off, a devilish smile spread across your lips.

“Do you know who I’m dressed as Max?”

You know he does.

“Sookie Stackhouse, from the Southern Vampire Mysteries, of course I do.”

“Why do you think I’m dressed like her?”

“Because you have excellent taste in smutty literature?”

He still hasn’t noticed his fangs are out, yet his speech isn’t altered at all, which you feel is pretty impressive judging by the size of them.

“Oh Maxie, as much as that’s true it’s not that,” You smirk at him as you climb over the centre console, “Your fangs are out.”

You settle on his lap as he freezes beneath you, you trace your fingertip over the curve of each fang, slowly, before leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You close your eyes for a moment and inhale his musky cologne as you brace your hands on his shoulders.

“How long have you known?”

“Since I walked in on you hiding a fucking IV bag full of blood in your desk drawer, like, on my first day.”

“Fuuuuuck.”

Max groans as he balls his fists at his sides, not daring to touch you, he’s starving and so horny he doesn’t think he could control himself if he let go right now.

“Max, if I’ve gotten you all wrong,” You breathe against his lips as you press down against his erect cock, “I’ll get up off your lap right now, let you drive me home, and we won’t speak of this ever again.”

“But why?”

Max’s question pulls you out of your lusty-haze and you lean back, looking down now into something you never thought you’d see. Max Phillips, looking vulnerable.

“Why what?”

“Why do you still want me?”

“Because Maxie, in the six months I’ve worked for you, I’ve not once felt like you would hurt me, even knowing your secret. If you wanted to hurt me, you’d have done it already.”

There’s a flash of realisation that illuminates Max’s dark eyes. It’s quickly replaced with a darkness that makes your spine tingle.

“I’m taking you home, no way is our first time going to be in my fucking car.”

You smile in triumph as you try to move back into the passenger seat. But a firm hand on your hip pins you in place.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

Your eyes go wide as you see Max look up at you with a look that just screams “try me”.

Max starts the engine, leaning around you before pulling you closer as he backs out of the lot. Your head falls to his shoulder and you smile to yourself as you feel him move under you. With every turn of the steering wheel and shift in gear you can feel his body shift under you, his hard cock pressing against your core. None of it is deliberately sexual, but being pinned so tightly to him makes your cunt throb with every movement. You pant and whine at every turn, baring your neck to him wherever you can.

By the time you arrive at your apartment you can’t keep your hands off one another. You storm through to your bedroom and let Max throw you down on the bed. You’re still in your costume with Max’ suit jacket over your shoulders.

“So, dressed like a fang banger to get my attention huh?”

Max taunts you as he undresses himself slowly, revealing a scarred but beautiful tapestry of tan skin and tight muscles.

“And what were you dressed as? Yourself?”

You give him a roll of your eyes as he snorts at you, as if you’re the one being ridiculous.

“I’m dressed as a hitman, you know from the video games?”

“And it’s just a coincidence you could literally just wear whatever you had in your wardrobe?”

“Fuck you’re bratty. Where’s this attitude in the office? Would make work so much more fun.”

“Because, unlike you, I can pretend to be professional for eight hours a day, unlike Mr fucked-Ashleigh from accounting over his desk last week-Phillips.”

“Fuck me, do you see everything in that office?”

“I’m head of IT and cybersecurity Max, I know everything, including the fact that you haven’t changed your password from Bl00dLuvver2012 since, well, twenty-twelve.”

“You’re insufferable.”

You chuckle under him as you pull your t-shirt over your head and reveal the white lace bra you put on especially for him. His eyes go wide and his mouth hangs open at the sight.

“You need to take your sticky note off your monitor, I also know your social security number and your home address. How have you survived this long Max?”

His eyes narrow at this and you watch as his demeanour changes at your incessant needling. You don’t see clearly what happens next, as Max’ movements are a blur. Your shorts fly to the other side of the room and suddenly he’s naked on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his naked cock rubs teasingly against your lace-covered cunt.

“By shutting up nosy little brats that get too close to the truth.”

His voice is lower, darker as his lips hover over yours, fangs so close to your bottom lip as you whimper. Arousal floods through you and you can feel the slick between your legs, soaking the lacy thong as Max grinds down into you.

“Go on then, shut me up.”

You arch your back, pushing your breasts forward as you tenderly run your tongue over his right fang. The way Max shudders over you, combined with the breathy grunt that escapes his lips, tells you to do it again. So, you do, moving to the other one, tracking the curve up to his top lip before pulling him in to a soft, tender kiss.

Max forces his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as he pulls your panties to the side, transferring your pinned wrists to just one of his broad hands. A thick finger glides through your folds, smearing your slick all over your clit as he hums in approval. He pulls away from your lips to look down, marvelling at the sight of your glistening cunt as he toys with you.

“You going to let me fuck this tight little hole? Let your sleazy vampire boss ruin you?”

“Max please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want and remember your manners.”

Max looks down at you with a face like thunder, betrayed only by the way his lips curve up into a devilish grin as he sinks a finger into you. You whine as the thick digit presses deep inside you with ease. If you weren’t so wrapped up in the moment, you’d be a little shy about just how wet he’s made you before even touching you properly.

“Want you to fuck me, need your dick inside me. Sir.”

Max kisses you again as he lifts you up by your waist with his free hand, angling you just right so his cock notches at your core. His mouth is ravenous, tongue crushing against your own as he lets go of your wrists, moving his other hand to grip your hip.

“Good fucking girl.”

He punctuates the statement with a snap of his hips. You cry out in a strangled wail as he fills you up completely. His dick is fucking perfect. He’s snug inside you as he just stops shy of your cervix, letting you get used to the intrusion as he nips at your jaw, leaving tiny red marks on your skin as he moves up to your neck.

“Touch yourself.”

He growls and you comply, almost without thought as you drop a hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud. Your other hand trails up Max’ muscular back, nails scraping along his firm skin and he hisses in your ear as his dick twitches inside you.

“Careful there, get me too riled up and I might just bite you.”

It’s a gentle scolding with a very serious warning behind it but you don’t care.

“What if that’s what I want Max? What if I want you to fuck me and feed on me?” You whisper against the shell of his ear as your hand reaches the crown of his head. You hum contentedly as you feel him seize up, his entire body going rigid.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop, I meant it when I said I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” You breathe as you pull hard on Max’ short hair, “I trust you Max, with my life. Bite me.”

The only response you get is Max pulling almost all the way out of you before thrusting in so hard you see stars. He’s unrelenting as he fucks you, pleasure rocks through you as you continue to rub your clit as every snap of his hips has soft mewls and whines slipping past your lips. Max leaves open mouthed, sloppy kisses over your pulse point and you know you’re not going to last long at this rate.

As you’re about to come you feel it, the sharp scratch of his fangs as they plunge into your flesh. It’s everything you ever imagined, pain like nothing you’ve ever known. It’s like being spanked hard, yes, it hurts, but the pleasure that floods you engulfs the pain, morphing it into an acute burn of pleasure that sears through your body.

You come around his cock as you feel him feed from your neck, his thrusts don’t falter as you choke his cock, if anything fucking down into you harder than before. His thrusts get harder, faster, somehow deeper as your vision begins to blur. You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you don’t even think about the fact he’s been feeding for too long.

You’re lost in the firm cocoon of Max’s entire existence. His lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck, dick buried inside you. You could die here, and you wouldn’t even be mad about it.

“Woah, hey, stay with me,” He mutters your name so sweetly you writhe as you feel wet lips on your ear, “That was dangerous of you, next time you feel like things are slipping away you tell me yeah?”

Max’ voice is thick with desire but the fear spliced into his tone makes you blink a few times, it grounds you as you look up to see Max’ brow crinkled with worry. You smirk up at him almost drunkenly as you lean up to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. Your blood.

“Yes boss.”

Max makes a noise like he’s sighing, though you know that’s physically impossible, but it only makes you smile harder. His fangs retract into his mouth, and you smile at the restraint he’s showing.

“You got another few in there for me baby?” The pet name makes you clench around him and you nod enthusiastically.

“Good, because I can go all night.” He says with a cocky grin and you laugh as you shake your head incredulously at him.

“You’re so fucking cheesy.” You swat his shoulder and he responds by capturing your lips with his, your blood lingering on his tongue as you meet his enthusiasm. He fucks down into you hard and you can feel another orgasm reaching its peak.

~*~

Cheesy or not, Max Phillips is anything but a liar. By the time your bodies still, the sun is coming up and you fall back against the sheets, freshly showered and wearing one of Max’ t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. You never thought he would even own sweatpants, but here you were.

“Hey Max?” You ask sleepily as you snuggle into his side, mind reeling a little as you fear this was a one-time thing, that now he’s had you that’s it.

“Hmm?” He asks as he traces patterns on the arm draped over his chest.

“I want to do this again, not now,” You say as Max raises a hopeful eyebrow at you, “My pussy needs a break, but I don’t want this to be a one-night stand y’know?”

“You really think you’d be rid of me that easily?” He pulls you against his chest, strong arms hemming you in as you bury your head in his broad chest, “You’re not going anywhere, and if you want, we can talk about a future some other time, but right now you need to sleep.”

“Good.” You say softly, your heart fluttering about the thought of a future with Max.

You lie in silence for a while, your breathing the only sound as Max lays there almost impossibly still.

“Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Not really, but I can kind of power down, like going into standby, why?”

“Just curious.” You mutter as you realise he’s staying in bed with you for your benefit. And that makes you feel safe, protected, special.

“Now sleep, you really need to get some rest, stubborn girl.”

“Mm, but I’m your stubborn girl.”

Max doesn’t respond except for pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head and pulling the blankets over you both. You’re asleep in seconds, dead to the world, as you still can’t believe you just fucked your boss. The vampire bit, unsurprisingly, doesn’t bother you at all, which leaves an amused smile on your lips as you fade into the warm embrace of sleep.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 30/31 Pumpkin Spice/Fluff with your monster.

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog festuring porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Vampires, blood drinking, vampire bites, unprotected PiV(Please wrap it up), slight dubcon(Vampire pheremones?), mild threat to reader (vampire sex yo.), blood loss, Max is a silly goose, let me know if I missed anything!

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You slump down at your desk with a loud, dramatic sigh. Your head feels like a nail is being driven between your eyes and you know the large Pumpkin Spice late you just brought will only make it worse once the buzz dies down.

Needs must as the Devil drives.

You think ruefully to yourself as you pull up the most recent systems scan. You’re so preoccupied with the task at hand that you tip your to-go cup up, chasing the last drop of coffee as it slides laboriously down to your waiting tongue. You groan as you realise you’ve chugged a large coffee down in less than five minutes.

The last three weeks have seen multiple cyber attacks on Bleeding Ink and as much as it’s sweet that Max keeps telling you to take a break, he just doesn’t get it. Whoever was doing this was determined to get into the company’s records and if that happened, Max and his vampire clients, which there are a terrifying amount of, and by extension – you – would be fucked.

“Hey, you look like shit.”

Your head snaps up as you panic at the sound of Max’ voice from the doorway. His plush lips are set in a pout and if you didn’t know him better, you’d almost think he’s mocking you. But you do know Max, and for all of his frat boy energy, you know he’s capable of sincerity, he just doesn’t quite know how to show it.

“Yeah, and you look fucking irresistible as ever,” You roll your eyes as you notice he’s not in his usual three-piece get-up. He’s in a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, no tie and some of his more casual slacks, “What do you want?

Max rolls his eyes at you as he saunters over to the edge of your desk, pushing off the alarming number of to-go cups piled there before plopping himself down. You glare up at him, more in embarrassment of your slovenly housekeeping than anything else.

“What day is it Pumpkin?”

Pumpkin.

That fucking nickname, ever since this incident had consumed your every waking – and often sleeping – thought he’d decided that was what he was going to call you.

“Friday, no,” You pause, mortified as you actually don’t know, “Wednesday?”

“Wrong, and wrong. It’s Sunday morning.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” You groan as you lean back in your office chair, you exhale heavily through your nostrils as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“When was the last time I took a day off Max?” You ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Eleven days ago.”

You sit there for some time, your tired eyes welcoming the respite from the blue light of your computer screens. You feel his cool hand on yours, his thumb rubbing softly against the thin skin of your knuckles.

“Come home, this company – and the secrecy of the vampire world – isn’t worth you giving yourself an aneurism over.”

“Max, no, there’s a whole load more penetration tests I need to do before I’m done.”

You pull your hand away and sit back up in your chair, eyes already burning at the effort it takes to focus on the screens in front of you.

“I wasn’t asking.”

You look up to see a dark look in Max’ eyes that he only usually reserves for the bedroom. Twelve months ago, that look would have made your blood run cold, you would have been running for the hills in a heartbeat.

But not now, after almost a year since you fucked him at the Halloween party, only one thought flashes through your mind.

Oh, I’m about to get dicked down into next week.

~*~

Max is buried deep inside you, your ankles wrapped around his waist as he eases almost all the way out of you, taking his time so you feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he moves. You’ve been fucking for hours.

The two of you are a masterpiece of juxtaposition.

You’re a mess of breathy pants, weeping fang marks, and slick thighs. Max is warm with your blood singing in his veins, but it’s like smooth alabaster that has been left to bask in the sun, soft but firm curves where you would have otherwise expected damp, sticky skin.

“Such a good fucking girl, letting me take care of her.”

Max coos into the crook of your neck as he maintains his languid strokes, he’s been feeding on you in short bursts for hours. You know how much this must be agony to him, being so close, but only taking less than a thimble of blood with every love-bite.

“Needed it Maxie, been running on coffee and pig-headed stubbornness for weeks.” You murmur against his cheek as you rub your face against his, savouring the tenderness and care so often missing from your sex life before him. The irony that it took a vampire to show you tenderness isn’t lost on you at all.

“You say that like you don’t usually function on spite and caffeine.”

He chuckles as he noses over your pulse point. You can feel him trembling as his lips ghost over your skin. It’s moments like these you know, deep in your very marrow, that he could never hurt you.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You giggle as you nip at his jaw.

“Can’t say I’m complaining, especially when I get to taste that sweet pumpkin sp-,”

Max pauses, his body going still as he cuts himself off.

“Max?”

“Shit.” He growls as he pulls back, looking at you with a sheepish grin. You’re astonished, of all the things you’ve seen Max be, bashful isn’t one of them.

“What was that about pumpkin spice?”

“Nothing.” Max growls as he buries his face into your neck, refusing to maintain eye contact as he hides from you.

“Does the big macho man Max Phillips like it when my blood is flooded with basic bitch flavoured coffee? Does that make him shy?”

“Stop it.” He grumbles as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Oh it does,” You purr, “But big ol’ boss man Maxie can’t admit to something so effeminate.”

“Please stop.” He groans as he begins to grind into you with fervour. You whine as he hits your g-spot with the tip of his dick as he mouths hungrily at the curve of your throat.

“Admit it or I’ll be sure to tag you in every Insta post about my coffee, saying how I buy it just so you can have a taste.” You bargain and Max scowls as he leans back.

“You wouldn’t.” He growls as you smirk up at him.

“Just admit you like it Max, it’ll be our little secret.”

“You’re a mean lady,” He grunts as he bows his head in an exaggerated action, “But seriously, I’ve been dying to taste you all day. May I?”

“You don’t have to ask every time Max, I trust you, more than anyone, or anything in the world.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a vampire, Pumpkin, but it warms my dead, shrivelled heart to hear you say it.”

Realisation hits you and you burst out laughing underneath him.

“That’s why you’ve been calling me Pumpkin these last few weeks?” You roll your eyes up at him as he smirks down devilishly at you.

“Guilty.” He coos before leaning in to nestle against your pulse point.

“Fucking nerd, pretending you’re this macho super stud, but you’re just as much of a dork as me.” You hum as his tongue flattens against your skin, savouring your sweat as he finds the perfect spot to bite.

“Do I need to gag you Pumpkin? Or are you going to be a good girl and drop it?”

“Only if you promise to order your own lattes from now on, no using me as a proxy for your very reasonable, and very manly fix.”

“Fine, but please, let me bite you, I’m wasting away here.”

“I already said yes, Maxie.” You purr as you lock your ankles together, yanking him forward, pulling him deeper inside you as his balls slap against your ass.

You hear a muffled fuck from Max as he sinks his fangs into your neck and you arch up into him as he fucks you at pace. But it’s the burn, the pull of your blood from your veins that gets you the hottest. It’s that sweet burst of adrenaline when your body realises what’s going on that hits hardest, just before the aphrodisiac laced secretions are pumped back into you. Then it’s bliss, mingling with a rush in your veins you’ve never known before Max.

You don’t know who’s more addicted, you or the vampire currently feasting on you as he fucks you into next week.

“Maxie, enough.” You whine as your orgasm builds deep in your core. Your vision begins to blur and you know he’s starting to take too much.

“Shit, shit, sorry, you ok?” Max whimpers as he rakes his cock through your slick walls.

“Fuckin’ amazing baby, love it when you fuck me like this, bites feel so good.”

“So sweet how blissed out you are, my little pumpkin spice latte.” He purrs and you’re about to cuss him out when he presses his thumb against your clit and it sends you over the edge.

“Assho-!” You groan as your release floods your system, a perfect cocktail of venom, adrenaline and dopamine crashing together as Max comes deep inside you. You pull him down to kiss you as he rocks his hips slowly, working you through your aftershocks. You taste your blood on his lips as he teases his tongue against yours.

“Fuck, it does taste like Pumkin Spice.” You tease and Max pulls back, a look of shock on his usually oh-so-composed face. You smirk up at him and he shakes his head in disbelief before capturing your lips in his, sealing you together.

Forever.

You think to yourself as you remain fused to one another wrapped around one another in pure bliss. You remember the promise he made to you all those months ago, and you replay it over and over as you slowly fall into the abyss of sleep and blood-loss, Max still buried deep inside you.

Together, forever.

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