#lorna!! 🖤🥰

[morvantmortuary]

I saw a hearse at target while running errands and obviously it made me think of Maxi, and since the paint was not so good it made me think Maxi probably takes very good care of the hearse keeping it polished and clean. Thoughts?

first of all, I'm always tickled when people see things that make them think of the morvants out and about! <3 thanks for sending this in, lorna :3

second of all, you're absolutely right - that hearse is his baby.

I mean, you're the center of his universe, of course, but he and the hearse have a very long, committed history. It's nearly vintage by now (I'm still trying to figure out exactly what year in my research, I'll be sure to post when I think I've got it narrowed down), but it was his dad's before him, and the only thing Maxi got in Vincent's will that he actually wanted (not withstanding that it technically belongs to the business, but the business is his now too, so that's moot).

He learned to drive hearses in this particular hearse - he kind of learned to drive those before he learned how to drive a regular car, from going on regular pick-ups with his dad as a teenager and Vincent occasionally being too many drinks in to drive properly. He's an excellent driver under pressure, and you've never seen someone more careful when it comes to respecting lights and signage. He made sure that thing never got a scratch on it unless it was a downright act of god usually because his dad would take it out of his skin if he brought it home less than perfect, but now it's mostly out of habit.

(It's kind of funny now if you have a small car and ask him to drive, though, because he gets in and thinks he needs waaay more space than your car actually takes up. You'd think this man's trying to park a boat when he's only sitting in your compact, and him in anything beetle-sized is just hysterical.)

not to mention, considering how often the pair of you use it for... unorthodox purposes, with the carpet he put in to fold down and cover the bier pins, he wants to make sure it's always spotless for you, just in case. he enjoys the memories immensely as he's giving the inside that extra polish, though, and can occasionally get a little dreamy and unfocused when he's working in the back, his face oddly flushed.

But when it's nice out, on a sunny afternoon and business is kind of slow, he'll take his time washing and detailing it, making sure it's always perfectly presentable. The last thing he ever wants is a grieving family feeling uncertain about the care their loved one will receive because the hearse is less than pristine. He considers it a major part of his first impression for clients, and will occasionally keep it parked somewhere visible when they come for pre-planning just for that extra emphasis on his attention to every detail.

You've offered to help him before - it's a pretty big job for one guy - and he always says he appreciates it, but you don't have to. He likes being able to kind of zone out as he's doing it himself, the simple acts of cleaning letting him mull over other things. (Before the two of you were dating for real, that was usually you - something you'd said the last time the two of you hung out, the way he was still giggling about a joke you'd made, listening to whatever song he'd noticed on your spotify most recently, that sort of thing.)

Now you'll at least sit outside with him, the two of you listening to some music or a podcast that has your mutual attention while you work on something else on your tablet or your phone. You're always waiting with some lemonade for when he needs a break, and he actually put in a porch swing for you after the October incident, just so you'd have somewhere to sit while he's outside. The two of you sit there together when he needs to cool off from the more humid afternoons, leaning against each other's shoulders and rocking slowly back and forth in the breeze while some song drifts through the air like a dream.

(Occasionally, you catch him looking a little flustered when he's cleaning the back, the hole-y jeans he's wearing for the job suddenly looking a touch tight, and you take the opportunity to sneak up behind him, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades over the thin fabric of the tank top he's got on and asking if he'd like to come help you with something inside for a minute.

He always eagerly takes you up on the offer, and the two of you always walk out again not long after slightly more disheveled than when you walked in - but with notably matching smiles, like you're both resisting the urge to grin.)

thanks for taking the time to send this in, lorna, and sorry it took me a minute to get to it! <333 cheers to the importance of hearse maintenance ;)

#nice people #lorna!! 🖤🥰 #maxi vibes #maxi morvant #morvant mortuary #monsterkisser fics #(idk why but I had armstrong's rendition of 'la vie en rose' in my head when I wrote this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

babe, first of all, I hope you doing well 🥰 and second, but not least important, i'll do love if write some toxic fluffy whith jack, where, after a argument, she hurts or puts herself in dangerous just to get revenge, but nothing really serius happens to her, they reconizing they're not in a helth reletionship, but they gonna try to be better for eachother, you also can add some smut if you like, but this is not part of the request. hope you liked the idea, but if you don't, let me know

xoxo

My dearest anon...this is a lot of things but not exactly fluffy and I'm sorry if I went too hard on it but toxic Jack Thurlow had me short circuiting 😵‍💫😵‍💫

The Pain Remains

Summary: This time you really lost the plot for good and now all you can do is to clean up your act.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Content Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! 18+!, Grim Dark Smut, Active Self Harm, Jealousy, Borderline Very Toxic Relationship, Two Idiots In Love Trying To Do Better, It's Very Mentally Ill In Here, Mutual Substance Abuse, Very Shitty Coping Mechanisms, Strong Hints Towards Sex Addiction, Mentions Of Public Sex, Angsty As Fuck, Positive Ending, Tho 🙆🏻‍♀️!

A/N: I know, this is a rather heavy one and if anyone of you feels the need to talk to someone: My DMs are always open. Don't hesitate to reach out!🖤

Tagging The Squad:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @roryculkinsbf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld

If the past is just dust

Then the future could be our dream

If all we have is now, this eternity

Ignite my satisfaction, engulf me

- The Pain Remains I By Lorna Shore

Before you even really woke up, you were forced to acknowledge the raging hangover headache in your head. With eyes closed shut, you turned to the side, your hand haphazardly roaming over the silhouette of Jack's body, looking for a glimpse of comforting body heat or just anything to get your racing mind to shut up for a second.

How did you get into bed? At what time did you fall onto the mattress next to him?

You had no clue about any of that as you pressed your body against his back, the pungent aftertaste of cheap rum still lingering heavily on your tongue.

"Fucking hell…" You groaned into the nape of his neck, your nose buried deep in his curly, brown hair and yet you could still smell the remnants of last night's pot extravaganza all throughout the bedroom.

What in the everloving fuck had the two of you been up to last night? With relentlessly firing synapses and painfully overdriven neurons you searched your mind for answers, a flicker of a memory, at this point anything, really.

You couldn't help yourself but to let your face contort into various tortured grimaces as the rest of your body slowly came to. Your stomach felt horribly fucked and in dire need for something solid, although the mere thought of food alone had you nearly gagging. No, you needed something else to take the edge off before you even so much as got out of bed.

Whilst inhaling deep, unsteady breaths, you soaked in the calming smell of Jack's body; a mixture of pheromone-loaded sweat, musky deodorant and soft hints of vanilla coke.

Vanilla coke spiked with cheap rum. Your stomach dropped and turned in every possible direction at the reminder. Nearly every weekend played out in the same shit show again and again: Booze to kill the anxiety, weed to elevate your spirit and nearly deranged amounts of sex to eradicate and simply drown out every last painful sentiment that could possibly be felt.

On that notion your lips curled up into a crooked smile whilst your reader fingertips grazed down your boyfriends gently rising and falling again chest, gingerly drawing a circle or two around his navel before eventually tapping down to the waistband of his black and gray checkered shorts, a throbbing case of morning wood straining against the fabric already. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth in a low gasp, you simply indulged yourself and allowed your hand to slip right past the waistband, fingers wrapping themselves around Jack's girth tenderly.

"Goddamn minx!" Jack hissed into the darkened bedroom and involuntarily jutted his hips against your hand.

"Want me to stop?" You whispered into the soft skin of his shoulder before biting down on it teasingly.

"No, please.", His voice was raspy enough to give you a broad idea about how much the two of you must've smoked last night, "I'm equal parts hungover and horny as fuck."

"Yeah, I thought so." You snickered while you started fisting his cock, generously smearing the pre-cum all over the sensitive tip to not stroke him sore with a dry palm.

"You're a fucking menace, you know that?" Jack stuttered, choking back a breathy moan while rocking is lap in quick rolls, practically fucking himself into your grip.

"Says the lunatic who'll take every and any given chance to fumble me in public? Finger fucking me in the cinema, really?" With a mischievous grin spreading all across your face, you fondly remembered that happening a few days ago.

"C'mon, you enjoyed that, cumming all over the seat like you did." Jack shot right back at you.

"Fair enough." You agreed, tightening the grip around his hard on slightly to drag a shaky sigh from his lips.

"Fuck, you know I can't last long that early into the day." Jack practically whined out, his hips thrusting harshly against your hand while you jerked him off.

"Oh, poor, little Jack." Your playfully mocking voice got lost in the glossy curls of his hair as you felt his entire body turning stiff against your torso.

"Say that again… please!" Jack was clearly about to come undone, needing that little push of humiliation to push past the threshold.

"Oh, you sick fuck.", You sneered into his ear, the tip of your nose hardly touching its shell, "Poor, little Jack Thurlow creaming his boxers just after a few minutes already, huh?"

"Good god, fuck, you're so mean!" It cascaded out of his mouth in a guttural moan as he rutted against your hand in a few last, shaky thrusts before white-hot ropes of cum ruined his boxers and your hand alike.

The milky fluid spouted all over your fingers and eventually down your wrist, causing a very sudden, sharp pinch of simmering pain.

"What the hell?!" You hissed and withdrew your hands from Jack's crotch, raising it up for the both of you to stare right at the scene of the crime.

"What…" Jack mumbled under his breath, his eyes going wide in shock.

Thin yet vigorous cuts thrown all over your wrist, bright red with inflammation and laced with a milky layer of Jack's cum, laughing right in your face about the current state of your mental health.

"What…no…NO!" Your voice flailed and trembled as you stared at your wrist with thrashing disbelief.

"I was clean for a year! This…this isn't happening, no!" A dull pang of pain shot right through your dehydrated head as you basically jumped off the mattress and stumbled towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over scattered clothing and a glass bong.

Unbridled waves of shame and disgusting rippled through your system as a supernova of blacked-out memories decided to implode inside your head. You'd been pissed last night, even furious with Jack about something…yeah..fuck..a call. Was it call? Yeah, of course, a call from is ex-fiancé Cleo, that fucking cunt. Dumped him because she couldn't handle Jack the way you could and now trying to patch things up again. Stupid twat.

"Hey, wait!" You heard Jack calling out to you from behind, coming right after you.

Your out of control body fell against the door frame of the bathroom as you hurried towards the sink, yanking at the faucet for icy cold water to cascade over your violated wrist. It stung and you winced at the sharp pain.

"Are you okay? What the hell happened!?" Jack huffed, only stopping in steps as he was right behind you, making his presence known by cupping your jittery frame with his body, his chin resting on your shoulder as his slender hands wrapped themselves around yours under the running faucet.

His thumb ghosted over the cuts, gently washing himself off of your sore skin.

"Obviously not, asshole!" It shot right out of you and you regretted it immediately.

"Hey, watch that mouth! Right now is not the time for that." He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, sorry… I really lost the plot this time, huh?" Your voice was but a meak whimper.

"Maybe, but I got you. This is a temporary setback, yes, but not the end of the world, you hear me?" His tone rendered soft as he tried to calm you down.

"The cuts are shallow and if we take good care of them they'll heal without leaving a single scar. It'll be okay, yeah?" By now the water numbed your wrist out to the point that you didn't feel his thumb wiping you clean anymore.

"Uh-huh…I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for being such a fucking psycho, Jack." The shame and self-loathing doubled down on you, dragging you into an inevitable breakdown.

"Stop that right there! You're not a psycho and I don't love you any less, you understand?", He pressed himself to you as impossibly close as he could, "A little slip up like that won't scare me. I'll go through that hell right here with you, I promise. I'll never go anywhere and just leave you like that."

Everything inside of you came falling down, every painful emotion amped up by the raging hangover that ruled over your shaking muscles and you just let yourself fall against Jack in eventual defeat.

"I got you and we'll handle that together!"

#rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut

[pennsatuckies]

Lorna: Nice to see you two 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩back together 😂🥺🥰

Alex: We’re not together 🙄😤 she’s 💁🏼‍♀️my SEX COW 👿🐄🖤

Lorna: Oh 😳 well 😬 that’s sweet 🤷🏻‍♀️😟👁️

#oitnb #orange is the new black #vauseman #alex vause #piper chapman #lorna morello #my post

[zourried]

10 mutuals you were thankful for this year and why. Go!

Let me try! I cannot promise I will succeed

@thedevilinmybrain the joy this woman brings into my life is something I never expected to feel nor find on tumblr. Jenn, I am so thankful I got to meet you this year because looking at you, talking to you and experiencing life with you feels like a “finally”. You’re a true keeper and god’s way to make peace with me. I adore you endlessly, my 11:11 wish. 🖤

@walkinginsunflowers Raine 🥺 conocerte, ser tu amiga y estar la una para la otra siempre es uno de los tesoros más bonitos que me dejó el 2022. Sabes que te quiero bastante y que podrás contar conmigo siempre para lo que necesites 🤍

@complictedfreak Lorna! We started talking bc you gave me a prompt for a fic that I will probably never finish but you are the best beta out there. Also, one of the best friends and people this site holds. I love you very much! 🥰

@anxiouslarrie Cata de mi vida 🤍 Estoy esperando que vuelva a haber promoción de pasajes a Santiago y te caigo en una porque nos merecemos acabarnos un pisco peruano entero entre las dos. Por uno, me refiero a mínimo 3. Te quiero muchísimo! Tus geniales vibras en este hellhole y en la vida intentan reflejar lo espectacular que eres pero no son suficientes. Eres energía y luz ✨

@heyangels Gillie 🤍 Your friendship is so pure, so unconditional and so beautiful as you are yourself. I am so glad I get to call you a friend. I love you so much! You are a true sunshine and I hope you know I am always here for you 😘

@btstylinson Mi Dani hermosa, preciosa 🥺 Sé que últimamente no hablamos tanto como antes porque en realidad la vida adulta nos patea. Te adoro muchoo. Fuiste la primera persona a la que consideré una amiga acá y mi corazón siempre siempre tendrá un lugar inmenso solo para ti🤍 Sabes que me tienes para lo que desees siempre🖤

@harrysmaison Vi, my love! Your friendship is such a joy! You can always count on me, always. I’m so glad I can call you my friend. I love you very much 🤍 Never stop being your funny, lovely, curious self. I am so proud of you!

@heyangels @complictedfreak @tommokat @luckyagain @handgf you guys 🥺 you have listened to me whineee! You’ve made me laugh until my tummy ached! I love you all and you are always so close to my heart 🤍

@braverytattoos @greeneyesfriedrice @itsnotreal @medicinehrry @thebirdtatts @uwulouis @farawaytattoo @rockysatellite @rainbowsunflower @ladychlo @rainbowparadisebht aimh gc! First gc I was in last year and I’m so glad I got to experience this with you. We have laughed so fucking much, talked so much shit and I just love every single one of you 🤍 You are all amazing

@finexbright @medicinelarrie @thechavier @larrysballetslippers @kadd-kadd you guys 🥺 thank you for putting up with me, making me laugh everyday

@curlyhairedprince @loustyles @harrehleh @larentslovechaos @fivescrews @freelouist @ishipmutualrespect @lovedangel @yorkshirelarrie peace ring gc 🥺 I will never get over our day drinking and how you guys took me into my “first tea experience” fjsjfjs I love you all so much!

@toxiclarrie @kieumy @itmustbefireproof @punklouisedit @skyneverlooksolou @birdsjustpassingby aquí tú habla’ español gc! Les quiero tanto y juro que lo que más amo de nosotres es lo rápido que seguimos el chisme, ptm fjajjdjsj por un año lleno de chismecitos porfi

Honorable mention to my mutuals I just love so much: @writtenalloveryourface28 @louishandkink @lovelikealandslide @nauticallyrics @dragmedown @tanktopzouis @timetohealit and I swear to god I could continue all day and I hate that tumblr only lets me tag 50 people at a time.

I promised to try! I just didn’t succeed. You asked for 10 and got 50, this is my personality trait.

#blog recs #IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOVE LETTER AND IT TURNED INTO A BLOG REC #anyways #I love all my mutuals #these are just people Ive talked to a lot more and I know I have several more but🥺 #asks #anons

[adaptivetaste]

@thoseeyeslikefire tagged me to do this fun thing! thank youuu 🥰 i love talking about concerts hehe

First, Last, Next and Favourite Concerts!

first concert:

i count this one as my first because it was the first concert i went to without my parents. it was alesana, emarosa, a skylit drive and bury tomorrow in 2010. i don't remember the actual concert i only know it was hot as fuck and i remember painting my friends' (two emo boys) nails black in a pub before the concert 😅♥️ oh and i got a picture with shawn (thanks to my friend) 🥹

last concert:

i was at rock for people festival a month ago! i went on my own which was scary af but i had the best time. my top 5 of the festival: sleep token, heriot, architects, slipknot and stray from the path. also saw bury tomorrow after 13 years! landmvrks and lorna shore were great too.

next concert:

sleep token at the end of the month 🥹🥹🥹 not much to say here. i can't wait to see them again and cry and fiiiinally hear vore live 😭🖤

favourite concert:

oh man.. i'll do a top three. and they're all architects concerts haha 🖤 the very first time i saw architects was 2011 in germany with bring me the horizon, the devil wears prada and tek-one. what a lineup right? 😮‍💨 sam playing the drums with tek-one and then joining bmth for the sadness will never end were the highlights for me. it was so good. and i met two tumblr friends there 🥲

second one is when i saw them in prague with touché amoré and rise against in 2012. it was an arena concert because obviously rise against are huge or at least were back then and i feel like almost no one there knew touché and even architects. i got to the barrier just because i promised one couple i would leave before rise against start playing lol. i bought touché amoré totebag that i still use to this day and jeremy himself sold it to me. he was so nice and he matched my awkward energy hahaha ♥️ during architects set i screamed my lungs out. dan came down after their set and gave me the setlist and i broke down lol.

my favourite one must be when they played rock for people in 2012 though. they played all my fav songs at the time (follow the water, numbers count for nothing, these colours etc) truly a masterpiece of a setlist and they were just amazing. it was hot as fuck and i almost fainted but it was so worth it. i got to talk with tom for like ten minutes. he was the sweetest soul. he made sure i was feeling better and then he signed my album and got everyone else in the band to sign it too. also got a picture with him (again thanks to my friends) 🖤 t//s forever 🖤

idk who to tag so pls feel free to do this and tag me when you do because i love concert stories 🥰

#sorry this is so long #concerts are my only joy in life lol #jpegmafia in berlin was also amazing i should've put that in there too #and omg the first time i saw sleep token?? with northlane and architects??? that too! #again what a lineup

[woundedheartwithin]

for the music ask game

4, 12-18 :)

Like all of em? Okay here goes

4. what band started it all for you?

Depends on what you mean! The first band I remember getting really into was Backstreet Boys, so you could say that started my love of music. Linkin Park started my voyage into the world of metal. Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold were what got me into metalcore. And Erra is what shaped everything I look for in music today!

12. what is one song that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

ITS BEEN AWHILE

13. what is one album that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

Nobody gives me the aux cuz of Pain Remains by Lorna Shore

14. what is one artist that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

I do not shut up about Erra lol

15. what is one band/artist you listen to and everybody knows you listen to them but no one would expect them to have THAT genre?

Everyone’s always surprised when I say I like heavy music because I guess I don’t look like I should??? But the one that always trips people up is I LOVE blackpink lol

16. what is one band/artist you listen to that everyone knows you for?

Erra I guess. They’re my fave, so like I said I talk about them a lot

17. what song in your playlist sounds like this 💖❤️🥰🤩💘💕 but the lyrics are 🖤🩸⛓💣🗡🪨

The song that immediately comes to mind is Flower by Isotopes

18. what song in your playlist sounds like this 🖤🩸⛓💣🗡🪨 but the lyrics are 💖❤️🥰🤩💘💕

Uh… huh, idk. Like everything I listen to is about depression lol. Uuuuhhhmmmm… maybe Unify by Erra, or Milestone by Crossfaith?

Link to the game

#she speaks #tunes #also very cool that you still send asks to folks who share your post! #I didn’t send one back cuz I didn’t think it’d be okay lol #since it looks like the post is nearly a year old #I’ll send one now!

[nandorfucks]

12 + 30 🖤

12. As the World Caves In- Matt Maltese

30. To the Hellfire- Lorna Shore

Thanks for the ask and I of course highly recommend both songs 🥰

#asks #spotify wrapped game

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Sara! I need some music recommendations ASAP! Some really shitty things have happened and I need some good vengeance/angry metalcore/deathcore music to soothe thy soul.

@lostrightnowastheoceandeep BABE I GOTCHU LIKE HOLD ON A SEC ✨🖤

THIS SONG IS A WHOLE AS UNIT CRANK IT UP

LOVE LOVE LOVE ME SOME ALEX WHEN IM PISSED OFF

OOF BABE YES THIS 👏🏻

i would add so much more to this and i’ll direct you to the kylo playlist for more crazy shit like these three🥰

and a little pick me up from me to you: no matter what has happened in your life… you are worthy. you deserve love and respect. and you are important to this universe babe. i love you and if i can help you in any way shape and form i will be here.. i may not answer right away but i promise that i will be thinking and sending all the best vibes your way.

#you are the sweetest gabe #i hope these help #kylo playlist

[morvantmortuary]

I saw your post about this semester draining you, and I want you to know you're not alone 💖 I feel like this has been one of my most taxing semesters both in the classroom and out of it, and when you feel so drained you're under no obligation to post or do anything that melt into a sad puddle. I'm here for you, I'm rooting for you, and just hang in there!

aaaaahhh, lorna!! 🖤🖤🖤

🦇♥️♥️♥️🦇✨ I am sending these two bats to bring you extra love post-haste, thank you so much darling 🥹 I’m sorry this semester is a sucky one for you too - idk if it’s just the seasonal change, or the class I’m teaching (most of my students are fine, when they show up :’D), or the fact that I got a lot farther behind on my diss work than I meant to - but it always means a lot to know we’re not going through it alone 🖤 I hope if I can ever be helpful academic-wise, or just be a sounding board, you’ll send me a nudge and let me know!!

thank you for taking the time to send this in, honey, this was immensely sweet and I’m really lucky to have you as a friend 🥰🖤🥰

this is me sending you slightly off-putting cheek kisses mwah 😘🖤🖤🖤

#nice people #super nice omg #lorna!! 🖤🥰

[morvantmortuary]

Saw this at the store and of course it made me thing of you and the morvants and their readers and I thought I would share :)

omggg this is so cute though <3 thank you so much for sending this to us!! this absolutely has The Vibes (and honestly I'm thinking about ordering one for my bookshelf lmao :3c)

thank you again for thinking of us, darling, this was really kind of you!! <3 :3 we're here for spooky eternal "fuck 'til death do us part' we're in this for the long haul" romance, all day every day

#nice people #lorna!! 🖤🥰 #fr though time to go home decor shopping!! 'tis the season #the morvants and their readers #when they say ''til death and then some' this is what they mean #skeleton cuddles forever

[morvantmortuary]

Hey legend if you did Maxi and sleeping/cuddling I would simply die from sheer joy 💖

(Awww I love any opportunity to talk about my first boy 🥰 18+ below the cut at one part lmao)

Maxi probably runs the warmest of the three Morvants, which is still slightly cool to the touch. But he still sleeps under a comforter with at least one fan on, if he has a choice. Which is fine, because he prefers to sleep around you as the big spoon (though if you wanted a turn he’s not about to complain, really - he probably needs held more than he realizes lmao).

He usually sleeps shirtless, and then just in boxers in the summer or in flannel pajama pants if it ever actually gets cold enough. Occasionally, he might wear a t-shirt - mostly when the two of you were first going out, and if you two are crashing somewhere away from home. It’s usually an old ripped up shirt from some band he listened to in high school or a terrible death pun shirt from when he was an apprentice, and every so often, maybe one of your sleep shirts he stole from you if it’s long enough.

(Though he has also been known to just straight up steal your favorites and then walk around with his stomach exposed the next day, if it’s just the two of you.)

(He will steal the skeleton hands crop top from your previous ask at least once bc he adores how ridiculous it looks on him.)

Maxi is nocturnal as hell, like the rest of his family. If he doesn’t have any early appointments, he’s inclined to naturally stay up until one or two, either hanging out with you or just getting things ready around the House for the next day. When he lived alone as the only living person in the House, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be switching the laundry at midnight and polishing the furniture in the client foyer or the viewing parlor while he listened to a playlist or a podcast or something. When he didn’t have any chores to do, he’d watch tv until he could finally sleep or do some cyberstalking of the House’s next meal.

Maxi sleeps like the dead. Like, dead-dead. Once he finally passes out (it takes him ages to fall asleep bc he’s always going over his to-do list in his head at night, especially if you aren’t there), he’ll stay in the same position for hours if nothing else comes to move him. When he actually relaxes, it’s like years of being exhausted and trying to keep his cover finally catch up to him. He doesn’t roll over unless he’s having the worst nightmare most restless dream, and even then, that’s maybe like, once a night.

That said, he can wake up fairly quickly if something disturbs him - it comes from when he was younger and being awoken unexpectedly by anything from Vincent irate that he wasn’t already down in the basement to help him prep a body, to Hector letting loose a pissed ghost of a downstairs victim by accident, to Rora coming and hiding under his bed when Mathilde wanted to take her out for mother/daughter bonding (tea with the nosy neighbor ladies from the HOA). Then when he was older and running the Mortuary alone, he was used to having to suddenly wake up and be coherent/competent if he gets the call about someone’s geriatric dad crosses the rainbow bridge in the middle of the night. Thus, if you get up to get a glass of water, or use the bathroom, he’s always going to wake up with you. He might not get up - especially early on, when he’s first feeling out how you work - but later on when you know Everything he might just follow you to the kitchen if you head that way, albeit half-asleep.

Mostly because man cuddles like a gator grips prey. If you head to the kitchen, no matter how sneaky you think you are, he’ll scare the shit out of you by following behind you and then resting his head on yours as you peek in the fridge, or hug your waist as you pour yourself a glass of water or juice or whatever. If you wanted to shove a bite of dinner roll or whatever snack you’re having in his mouth, he’d probably let you without argument. He’s determined to stay attached to you, or at least nearby, especially when he’s tired.

Part of this is a protection instinct - if he’s tired, he’s going to be more paranoid about you and your safety, even if you’re just in the House. There’s still some things in the House he can’t entirely control. No one can. He’s sleeps better when you’re with him - even just naps on the couch, and you’re working on your laptop or playing a handheld game or something nearby, he seems to actually sleep deeper. But especially at night, he’s going to want to keep you in close range, both so he can rest easier and so he can make sure nothing of the House or outside of it can hurt you.

Obviously, when you sleep at your own house, he respects your space!! If he has no reason to suspect something dark is lurking about, he’ll just sleep a little more restlessly at his place with his nose buried in a shirt of yours he kept the last time you stayed over. If he thinks there might be problems, however: a. if you Know Everything, he’d just tell you what’s happening and insist you stay with him or he comes and stays with you. He’ll even sleep in the guest room or on the couch, if you want space!! He just needs to be… close :’D (he absolutely might end up on your floor in the middle of the night, don’t worry about it) or b. if it’s early on and you don’t know everything, he’ll just… maybe seclude himself in aforementioned guest room (ignoring the ghost of Aunt Lula loudly hollering at him to leave the whole time) or, should the need arise, under your bed! Not to be weird, just! So he can keep you safe!! :’D Of course!

The other half of this need to keep you close is just… from a very, very long time of being alone. When the two of you first started going out, he would often wake up earlier than you and just watch you sleep, because he was always afraid you were going to have turned out to be an achingly lovely dream. Before he told you everything, he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and for you to leave too. He’d dated people before who, even if he played the part perfectly and kept his cover, just sensed something was… off. Which it is. He won’t deny that. Wrongness is something that’s run in the family for centuries now. He thought he would just always end up either leaving people for their own safety or being left for the rest of his life… and then you stayed. Your warmth in the same bed as him as he falls asleep is the most welcome reminder he could ever want that he isn’t alone anymore, and he always gets a little anxious in the middle of the night if he can’t feel you there bc he worries on some level you were a dream after all

He’s used to waking up early for his job - he kind of needs to, even in a town as small as yours. But if you’re the sort who likes to sleep in, he’ll be determined to let you sleep while he showers and gets dressed, etc. He’ll bring you a cup of coffee (or tea, or whatever you prefer) to wake you when he’s about to take off/head to the prep room, and leave it on your nightstand with a kiss to your cheek. If you take morning meds, you can expect him to leave your dose out for you in a little plastic cup next to your drink of choice (with something small to eat if that helps you get them down).

On the rare days he does get to sleep in, he’s determined to spend the morning in bed with you, either cuddling as you both fall in and out of a doze or… other things

(Maxi adores morning sex ngl. There’s something about seeing you there with him and at your most naturally relaxed that he’s obsessed with. If you talked about it ahead of time and you were cool with it, he’d be more than happy to wake you some weekend mornings by sucking a bruise into your neck, or freeing your chest from your shirt to avail himself. He’d wait until you were more awake to do anything lower than that - but he’s absolutely the type to want to spend your first hour awake slowly filling you while you’re both still half-asleep, so the first thing you actually say that morning is his name as you clench around him and let go.)

He doesn’t talk in his sleep like Hector, but he does have the tiniest little kitten snore when he’s really exhausted, and it’s adorable 🖤

When you do finally wake up enough to come downstairs, if he’s not with a client family, he’d be more than happy to make you breakfast 🥰 If Hector stops hogging the kitchen, that is, but that’s another argument lmao

(This maybe runs a little long, but Maxi’s the one I’ve spent the longest with lmao 😂 Thanks for being kind enough to ask, darling, and sorry it took me a minute! ✨)

#nice people!! #lorna!! 🖤🥰 #maxi vibes #maxi morvant #maximilian vincent morvant #maxi morvant x you #morvant mortuary #monsterkisser fics #also look!! Sam made that gif!! 😃 how cool!!

[morvantmortuary]

I must inform you of the immediate connection in my brain

You said this and I instantly remembered this

Word connection is a powerful thing

I appreciate your powers of observation, babe 😉

Maxi’s animal motif in my head has always been a gator and I really can’t explain why?? Maybe the Louisiana in him, maybe the fact that he’s quiet and chill until he rips you apart (metaphorically or literally, depending on who you are)???

but this is definitely a thing I made and sent my gc one day after I saw this on the gatorsdaily twitter:

I feel like I’m still figuring out Hex and Rora’s, respectively (Hex I think I’ve narrowed down to a Kit Fox bc I wanted a fox actually native to Mexico, Rora I’m still torn between different scavengers and snakes), but Maxi has always immediately associated himself with gators in my head, so they sneak into his prose sometimes as well 🖤🐊 I’m a sucker for animal motifs, as someone who regularly wears bat-related jewelry and clothes irl lmao 😂

This made my whole day though that you remembered and noticed this, babe!! 🥰🖤 Thank you so much for taking the time to share this with me, it definitely made me smile!! ♥️♥️♥️

^ me appreciating your attention to detail

#nice people #lorna!! 🖤🥰 #maxi vibes #ngl before I got my actual Maxi plushies I got the alligator squishmallow and that was my stand-in for a while #bc that’s just how I function apparently

[morvantmortuary]

I sent this old time hearse to @scuttle-buttle

And our first thought was fucking in the back with the windows

Thank you legend for planting that thought in our brains

...Okay but for real, though --

(ETA: this turned into a whole Thing, and it's set a bit After everything going on in the October Arc)

we don't fight fair - (18+)

So Maxi told you a month or so ago that he was going to a professional conference/convention type thing in New Orleans, and asked if you felt like going along just to maybe hang out in the city while he was doing that, and so you guys could visit some of your other spots when stuff wrapped up for the day. And, not thinking about it, you were like "Yeah okay, sure." Because you've found a couple of dive bars the two of you like to go for the music where you're pretty sure members of They Who Decide wouldn't be caught dead (or undead), and they're not about to try to start a confrontation when you two are spending so much time near a huge cluster of assembled mortals, so the cover is reasonable.

Well, you get there, and on the last night there's a dinner Maxi absolutely cannot find a way to wiggle out of - too many of Vincent's former associates are looking to catch up (for funeral director stuff, not for Necromancy Affairs), not to mention some of the people in the coalition for natural/eco-friendly funerals he's joined want to talk about their upcoming awareness campaign, and he's already skipping out on a lot of afterhours networking to go get more than tipsy and pull you into an alley after a really good show, or make out with you on a balcony over Bourbon Street at some speakeasy you found take in the city with you, so this would seem like a snub if he skipped it too.

"You really don't have to come to this, darlin'," he says, glancing towards you as he puts the finishing touches on an all-black three piece suit (that he looks frustratingly good in). "It's just goin' to be business, politics... business and politics," he rolls his eyes, looking gently out of patience already.

"I don't mind, babe," you say from where you stand in front of the full length hotel room mirror, putting on some earrings (little pewter skull studs that he gave you, because he has on the cufflinks to match and you two are being That Couple tonight since you don't have Hex and Rora around to give you shit for it). "You've sat through plenty of boring stuff for my job before."

"Yeah, but that was trainin' you could do in sweatpants on our couch," Maxi points out, putting on his watch. "We got pizza and made fun of bad HR videos from 2001. This is at least two hours of dealin' with people who're about to be at each other's throats over this human compostin' bill we're tryin' to take to state senate."

"All that and free drinks?" You grin at him as you slide your stockinged feet into your boots (the only ones you really feel comfortable wearing in New Orleans, that at least you'd thought to polish before you came down). "How could I refuse such a classy night out?"

"Hush, troublemaker," Maxi sticks his tongue out at you playfully, walking over to help you with the zipper on the back of your black cocktail dress (the nicest thing you had in your suitcase).

You watch him in the mirror, smirking. "I'd put that back unless you plan on doing something with it, sweetheart."

Maxi immediately gives you a warning look in the mirror over his glasses. In your wrist where his mark is, you feel the slightest nudge of his heartrate jumping briefly at the thought. "...I'm pretty sure the people in the next room already hate us," he mutters, but he can't hide the way he's smirking too as he straightens a necklace he gave you around your neck. "And my colleagues are already pretty old-fashioned for the most part." He leans down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder. "So I don't think you teasin' me into debauchin' you on the sly is gonna work tonight, sugar."

"Whatever, you put a ring on it, it can't be that scandalous anymore," you point out, your smirk turning into a grin as you feel your face warm. "And anyway, you were already thinking about it."

"How can I not when you look this gorgeous?” he says, hugging your waist with a tenderness that catches you off-guard in the moment. He kisses your temple, then rests his chin gently on top of your head as he looks at you both in the mirror. "Tell you what, if dessert looks like it's gonna suck, we can duck out early and go somewhere actually fun."

"You stay as long as you need to, babe," you say quickly, turning slightly and tilting up to kiss his cheek. "I'm just messing with you, I don't want to rush you when you actually need to be there."

"I know," he says, smiling at you. "Problem is, I would much rather you did."

-

It honestly isn't that bad - a soiree held in the Canal Street hotel's ballroom, with finger food appetizers and wine in an ante chamber while waiting for dinner to begin. Funeral directors in this part of the South are a really interesting mix of old people who've been doing it for a hundred years and seem to be embalming themselves off their own supply so they can do it a hundred more, and the younger sort like Maxi, where if they didn't get into it because of family tradition or a really specific combination of life experiences, they're usually in it with the specific aim of trying to shake up some of the crustier, more capitalist aspects of it. That's not to say you didn't also get older directors who was interested in reparative community service, or a young up-and-comer who was hoping to rub elbows with certain corporate types, but the scale was pretty clearly defined. Maxi was a curious hybrid of family tradition who came to industry revision as he took over the business from Vincent, from what you'd learned, so watching him have to bounce back and forth between chatting with his dad's ancient associates while having to break off and go huddle with the coalition made for some interesting people watching. He handles all of it with his usual bright, chipper customer service smile, but you’re an expert by now at telling exactly when he was doing it out of habit and when he was actually enjoying someone's company.

You stick with him for a few conversations, eager to hear more about the ins and outs of trying to figure out how to pitch human composting to a room full of (likely majority Catholic or Catholic-adjacent) Louisiana representatives, but when Maxi gets cornered by some of Vincent's older friends, he squeezes your hand twice - your agreed-upon signal that you might prefer to go refresh your drink or look around while he gets them off his back.

"Well, aren't you a sight," A man who’s very definitely nearing his late seventies-early eighties remarks right as you try to slip off, looking at you with an inspection-type scrutiny over thin wire-framed glasses that almost seem to pinch his nose. "I've known Max here since he was knee-high to a grasshopper - good work, boy," he says, giving Maxi a smile that definitely made you bite your tongue. "Took you forever, but you caught one eventually. And she's even pretty! Your daddy, bless 'im, would be pleased. Shame he won't be able to see the wedding."

You resist the urge to laugh in this man's face and tell him you extended Vincent's mouth about two inches into his cheek on one side the last time you saw him, but a sudden soft burning in your wrist has you glancing over your shoulder.

Maxi, as always, is composed and ever professional. The 'social mask' smile is still in place, if a little diminished. But the sharp darkness in his eyes and the subtle heat of his mark on your skin has you turning it against the fabric of your dress out of an abundance of caution, and you make a point to lean your shoulder against his chest to reassure him. This too is a signal: it's fine, I'm fine, he's just gross.

"...Yes," Maxi remembers himself as you lean against him, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a small thankful squeeze. "Yes, one of the many things I love about my partner, after their wit and their infinite patience.” His smile is a touch too sharp for a moment before the urge passes, and you feel him relax someone next to you as his eyes begin to lighten back up. “As for my father, bless his... soul? He will be missed, I'm sure. As I was sayin', Mr. Dauterive, " he turns the conversation carefully back to business, none of the other people noticing Maxi's subtle dig at his would-be late father. After you're sure he's not going to go black-eyed and stab this dude in the neck with a cocktail fork, you lean up and whisper in his ear to excuse yourself. Maxi nods, turning briefly to graze his lips against your cheek, and continues chatting with the asshole and the other assembled old dudes to give you time to get away.

You sigh, lifting a glass of wine off a watchful waiter who approaches you with a tray, and busy yourself looking at some of the historical displays the organization has set up as a form of decoration. You'd seen most of the antique autopsy tools by now, spending your time with a family of necromancers, and what few wet specimen jars were on display were a bit mellow to catch your interest - this was a prelude to a dinner, after all.

What does catch your attention, a bit far away from the entrance to the ballroom, was a looming shape you’d somehow failed to notice when you walked in... 

An antique horse-drawn funeral carriage, polished glass sides gleaming in the light.

This was obviously someone’s pride and joy, wood and iron alike clearly carefully maintained and polished, with such a lack of wear you could swear someone could hook this thing up to the mules that pulled tourists through Jackson Square and not even the wheels would squeak. It was beautiful, a true work of art in terms of preservation.

...And you find yourself taking a long sip of your wine as your eyes drift towards the back, trying very, very hard not to think about all the... close moments you and Maxi had shared in the back of the Mortuary’s hearse. 

But that had some relative cover - tinted windows, curtains if you wanted them drawn. This glass was shined to be seen, presumably to let a crowd of mourners see the passing decedent in full detail, a last look before they were committed permanently to the grave.

Meaning if anyone happened to pass by if Maxi had you pinned with your bare back against its floor, they absolutely couldn’t miss him mercilessly railing you, your legs around his back as his hips snapped hard enough to make you arch and pant and whine, the heat between the two of you fogging the glass until you smeared it with a hand to the wall as you desperately fought to ground yourself through your--

“What on earth is wrong, sugar?” A soft hiss in your ear, startles you out of your reverie. You turn on your heel, seeing Maxi behind you with wide, worried eyes. “Your heart’s like a hummin’bird right now.” He gestures to where your mark must be burning against his skin. “Are you okay? Do we need to go back upstairs?” His eyes go perilously close to black. “If it’s Dauterive, later I can--“ he begins, his voice low.

“I’m fine,” you say quickly, closing the distance between you and placing your free hand quickly to his chest over his heart. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m fine. I didn’t realize, um…” You trail off on your explanation and lean up to kiss his cheek apologetically. “Nothing’s wrong. I hope you didn’t leave anything important.”

“No,” Maxi says, his relief palpable as he hugs your waist again and kisses you fully, but briefly. His hand goes to your cheek as he searches your face a touch protectively after. “It was just those old buzzards, still.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder at the group of them, still in conversation as though they didn’t notice his absence. “…Actually, it’s probably better I had to excuse myself,” he murmurs conspiratorially. “The longer I stood there, the more I was bein’ overwhelmed by the urge to ask if any of ‘em knew what a clitoris was.”

You muffle a surprised peal of laughter into your hand as you quickly cover your mouth. “Maxi!” you whisper, gently swatting him on the shoulder as he continues to hold you.

“What? You look over there and tell me I’m wrong,” he says with his familiar laugh. “I don’t think any of ‘em’s seen their wife naked since the Reagan administration.” He takes your wine glass gently from your hand, helping himself to a sip.

“I hope they were all having their needs tended to elsewhere, poor things,” you giggle, accepting your wine when he hands it back to you and taking a sip yourself. “Glad I could kind of save you from their ancient clutches, then.”

Maxi’s eyes focus again on yours. “Yeah,” he says slowly, confused. “What had you so excited anyway, angel?” He looks around at the clusters of people at a distance. “You were alone when I walked over.”

You feel heat slam into your cheeks, and wonder briefly if he can feel it radiating off you. “…Um,” you pause, taking another sip of wine. “Nothing urgent.”

“It felt urgent, goddamn,” Maxi murmurs, his face again concerned. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yes, I promise,” you soothe, looking him in the eyes so he could take yours in. “It’s really nothing.” When he doesn’t accept this, still looking at you with a slightly furrowed brow, you sigh slightly as you feel yourself growing flustered. “I just. Um.” You have to look away from his intense gaze for a moment. “…I was admiring the hearse.” You tilt your head slightly in its direction. “It was just… I was really taken by the attention to detail… in its preservation. And stuff.” You take another quick sip of your wine. All true, technically.

“The hearse?” Maxi just looks more confused, glancing for a moment between you and the carriage… and when he pauses to really study it, you can see the exact moment in his eyes when the lightbulb goes off. He stares at it, letting out a soft sigh under his breath that’s half affectionate exasperation and half… something else. “Darlin’. You’re incorrigible,” he whispers, but there’s a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth he’s desperately trying to fight.

“I’m sorry, who installed the rollaway rug in the back of our hearse?” you whisper back, and he blushes slightly at this. “Exactly.” You can’t help a slight smirk. “So who’s the bad influence here, really?”

“Hmm.” Maxi moves to stand behind you, hugging your waist and inspecting the hearse anew. “I think my pretty baby might be a worse one.” His breath is warm on your neck as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Those windows are awful see-through… that alright with you?”

“That’s a feature, not a bug,” you whisper back over your shoulder, and you hear Maxi’s breath leave him in a soft gasp.

He straightens up, but definitely pulls you back against his chest still in a hug, and you have the worst time not arching back against him and giving you both away. “You never told me you’d be into that.” He trails a finger up and down the side of your neck, an edge of curiosity in his tone.

“You already have enough of a reputation around town, baby,” you say, taking another sip of wine and trying not to let your dreams of brazenness go to your head. “I didn’t want anyone to think you were spooky and an exhibitionist and get second thoughts about bringing you their relatives. …And it’s not like there were a lot of opportunities to explore that particular urge,” you add thoughtfully.

Maxi chuckles, and it’s dark in a way that goes straight to the growing heat between your thighs. “Well, not if you don’t ask me, angel,” he murmurs, and the way his arms tighten just slightly around your waist makes your breath catch. “You know I’d do anythin’ to make you...” He kisses the space just below your ear, and you have to fight a shiver. “Happy.”

You stand there, feeling his hands very gently curling into the fabric of your dress, and suddenly his cologne is doing things for you that you hadn’t noticed upstairs. “…Should I duck out?” you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at him as you try to keep your head together. “Let you focus? I know you’re supposed to actually be doing things, I can just go wait—“

“I can’t reliably say I won’t follow you to our room,” Maxi cuts you off, and as collected as he tries to sound about it, there’s an undercurrent of tension in his voice that hints of not even making it past the elevator.

Even though he can’t see your face currently, you’re fighting a smirk. As you can’t help but look over the hearse again, your imagination awash in possibilities, you pause, noticing a small plaque at the base of the wheel you hadn’t noticed earlier: Generously on loan from Dauterive Memorial Home.

“…Maxi,” you say softly, and the way he starts slightly behind you tells you he was very much distracted by his own fantasies. You nod towards the plaque, and you feel him move slightly to look over your shoulder.

You know he’s seen it when you hear the soft, sudden inhale, and you bite your lip to fight a laugh. “…Tell me that’s not a sign.”

“I- first of all, that’s an excellent terrible joke,” Maxi sighs in resignation. “Damn you.” He leans down to press a quick kiss to the curve of your shoulder. “And second of all, I love you, you devious little thing, but no.”

“Okay, but you can’t say that wouldn’t be fun,” you murmur, glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh, it absolutely would,” Maxi says, his voice a whisper again as he leans closer to you. “But the last thing I need right now is for someone in the state capital to hear I made my fiancée come so hard on my cock she went speechless like the perfect little slut she is in the back of a business competitor’s very expensive historical artifact.”

“Or,” you whisper over your shoulder, grateful he has no way of knowing how your face is positively burning. “How your fiancée rode you until you couldn’t remember your own name because all you could say was theirs while you begged them to let you come like a good boy should.”

“…Or that, yeah,” Maxi agrees, his voice breathless and slightly strained in a way that made you fight a giggle of pure affection.

You both turn slightly (Maxi making a point to very carefully and deliberately keep your hips angled in front of his) when the doors to the ballroom open, and the surrounding crowds begin to leave at last for dinner within. When you both watch Dauterive and his crusty friends head inside with the dregs of the crowd, there’s a long, significant pause as the dwindles down to the two of you alone in the antechamber. 

“...We’d have to be sneaky about it,” you whisper, glancing up at Maxi.

“Won’t be a problem,” Maxi glances down at you, still with a slight blush but with eyes so dark you felt something at your core tense in anticipation. He raises an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, though.”

“Give me something to do with my mouth and it won’t be a problem.” You raise an eyebrow in return in a challenge.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” Maxi hisses, shooting you a look that’s half frustration and half hunger before he grabs your wrist and nearly drags you towards the back of the hearse. 

You don’t know what gets to you more: the very clear bulge in his black dress trousers now that he’s not lurking behind you, or the way he pulls a scalpel and safety pin out from the lining of his jacket and goes right to work on the lock on the door. He gets it open impressively fast and slides out of his suit jacket, spreading it carefully over the wood floor so the black silk lining is facing up.

You're a little too caught up in watching him roll his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, scalpel in his teeth, when he turns, seizing your hips in his hands and lifting you (despite your squeak of surprise) so you’re seated on the floor of the hearse in front of him.

He pulls the scalpel from his mouth and kisses you so fiercely it nearly burns, and for a moment, that’s enough --

Until you get your hand around his tie and pull, catching him off-guard so he falls slightly towards you and you carefully take his chin in your hand. “You didn’t tell me you could pick locks,” you whisper, tilting your head as if to take him in anew.

“Why do you think I put new ones on your house after we started goin’ out?” Maxi’s eyes move between yours and your mouth, obviously distracted. “They didn’t last for shit first time I came by to snoop around.”

“You’re so fucking weird, babe.” You lean forward, nipping his bottom lip teasingly before he can pout. “But you’re mine,” you whisper when you pull away, and you see his pupils expand sharply.

He pulls himself inside the hearse with an agility that startles you a little, looming over you as you back up onto his suit jacket. His right hand wraps carefully around your throat as he catches your lips again, pushing you gently backward and down, and between his tongue against yours and the way his length is pressing hard against your thigh through both your clothes, it’s already so much.

You suck lightly on Maxi’s tongue and he moans before he can stop himself, making you smile as you pull back to look at him. “So are you going to fuck me or what, Daddy?”

Maxi’s eyes are positively black and his breathing just on the edge of ragged, his hair starting to fall into his eyes as it comes loose. Something flashes in front of you in the light through the glass, and it takes you a hazy moment to realize it’s the blade of the scalpel. “How attached are you to...?” He gestures with the blade to the dress you’re wearing.

You catch yourself biting your lip, though not from hesitation. “Just keep me decent enough so we can sneak out unnoticed, okay?”

He catches you by the chin for a kiss that ends with his own soft bite to your lip. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says, his voice somehow both soft and rough. “I’m the only one who gets to see all of you.”

Maxi makes a careful, precise cut down your neckline, just enough to free your breasts from the confines of your dress. He takes one nipple in his mouth to make you hiss through your teeth, biting down on your lip again to keep a moan from escaping as his tongue seems to sear. He turns to your other breast and kisses a spot of skin over your heart and just under your mirror image of the scar on his chest with a reverence - it’s one of his favorites - before he sucks a bruise there, wanting to feel your pulse in his mouth. When you arch into him, unable to help yourself, his hips buck back already, seeking friction.

You’re grateful you’re only wearing thigh-highs instead of full tights when his scalpel moves under your skirt, the blade skimming up the bare part of your inner thigh just enough where you have to force yourself not to move against it. You feel the edge of it ghost over the thin excuse for fabric over your cunt, and he turns his hand just enough so the knuckle of his thumb teases over your clit, soaking your underwear in the process. 

“Fuck, angel,” he chuckles softly, his breath cool against the hot space of the new bruise. “You’re so wet already, and I haven’t even got these off you.” The scalpel blade lightly traces at the fabric over your hip. “You wanted this that bad, huh?”

“I wanted you this bad,” you correct him, brushing his hair away from his eyes, and his pupils somehow grow even darker as he gazes at you like you’re something holy.

“You already know I’m yours.” His eyes rake down you ravenously before meeting yours again, and you know he’s speaking an oath. A vow. He presses a kiss to your forehead in a gesture that surprises you with its tenderness in the moment. “You have what’s left of my soul around your little finger--”

“‘Til Death and after,’” you finish his familiar promise with a smile, cupping his cheek in your hand. You trace his cheekbone with your thumb. “I know, my love. And you have mine.” Your smile turns wicked. “Can I please have the rest of you now, though?” 

Your smile is replaced by a soft gasp of surprise as you feel a soft line of steel cut through the lace against your hip, followed by a slight sting as your skin registers the thin cut.

Maxi smirks, yanking your skirt up and pushing the remnants of your underwear to the side. He dips down, and you fight a whine as his tongue grazes over the cut itself greedily. As he’s undoing his belt, you move to loosen his tie --

Only for him to stop you, taking it off himself faster than you can get it undone. Surprising you, he catches one of your wrists, then the other, tying them together in a hasty knot with his tie before pinning them above your head. You test the knot experimentally as he finishes undoing his belt, watching you. “That okay?”

You nod, about to make a smart remark only for him to cover your mouth with his own. You can still taste the faintest hint of your own blood on his tongue as he grasps your wrists above your head, squeezing gently as you feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, Maxi, please?” you moan, your hips bucking at your own desperation to feel him in you.

Maxi laughs darkly against your mouth at your eagerness, his face half in shadow in the light streaming into the hearse. “Baby, I’m tryin’ to be careful with you.”

“I don’t want you to be,” you stare up at him, and you can just see the slight shift in his eyes as he process this.

The hand on your wrists squeezes a little tighter, and without another word, he pushes into you roughly, shoving his tongue in your mouth when you cry out at the length of him. He snaps his hips against yours, pushing further in before you have time to adjust, and you ache at the sudden fullness. As he continues to fuck you, mercilessly, the ache turns into a sharp feeling of need, and you’re rocking your hips into his to try to take him as deep as you can.

“C’mon, pretty, I know you can take it all.” Maxi’s voice is a growl, but his fingers intertwine with one of your hands. “God, look at you,” he leans back to look between the two of you, his eyes slightly hazy now. “You can only be mine, you take me so well--” His voice is unsteady on the last word as he shoves his cock in as deep as you can hold him, your walls clenching around him as you’re left panting underneath. His mouth falls to your throat, laving and sucking at a spot in the crook of your neck. “You know I’m never lettin’ you go,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the mark that is surely starting to bloom there.

“I don’t want you to. Just-- please, more.” You’re well past the point of coherency now, your feet against the floor of the hearse for more leverage to you rock your hips into his. The air in the glass chamber is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, a shimmer of fog starting to form on the windows, and Maxi’s arm moves from your hands to wrap around your waist, eliminating what little space was left between you. You arch against his chest as he pulls you to him, unable to help a soft cry as his free hand reaches between the two of you to work two careful fingers against your swollen clit. The noises are obscene, amplified by the close glass box surrounding you in a way you were positive was never meant to be heard in here.

“That’s mine, that’s my angel,” Maxi murmurs, watching your face with a near avarice as he works you closer to your climax. “Come on, gorgeous, make a mess for me in this old fucker’s hearse, let ‘im have to clean it himself ‘cause it’s the closest he’s ever gonna get to knowin’ how to make someone come.” His own hips are stuttering slightly, and you feel him flexing hard inside you at the thought.

You surprise Maxi when you move your bound hands to his chest, pushing against him so suddenly he’s pinned under you. His fingers lose their rhythm on your clit as his attention is torn between your bare tits in his face or your thighs on either side of his hips, and you know he’s close when he moans softly, losing his train of thought.

“You wanna help me make that mess, babe?” You hook your bound hands around his neck, pulling him into a sitting position, and make a point of riding him as hard as you can. His hands settle on your hips before sliding to your ass, surprising you with a sharp smack. At your gasp, his hands find your thighs in a bruising grip, urging you on.

“Only if it comes drippin’ down your thighs first,” he half-snarls low in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. When his teeth find your pulse in your neck, you’re fucking gone. You do, in fact, make a mess, soaking Maxi’s cock in your own slick as you come shuddering so hard black creeps in at the edges of your vision. Before your aftershocks have even set in, you reach between you, giving Maxi’s balls a few gentle grips before you feel them tightening against your palm. He bites down harder on your shoulder through a groan as the heat of his release floods you, so much that you do feel it starting to mix with your own on your inner thighs before he finally stops spasming inside you.

You rest your forehead against his as you come down from your bliss, not sure if the soft bubble around the pair of you is just an aftereffect of feeling like he just fucked your brains out, or the fog that took over the glass.

...After it doesn’t disperse, the two of you look around, slightly impressed by your own work.

“...Hell of a Titanic moment, wouldn’t you say?” Maxi mutters, looking at you.

“Almost.” You lean over, pushing your handprint into the steam on the window farthest from the side being displayed. You look to Maxi for approval with a wide grin.

Maxi sighs, looking at you again with a mix of pride and exasperation, before he partially obscures your handprint with his for full accuracy. “Now c’mon.” He kisses your forehead again. “We gotta get out of here. We weren’t exactly quiet,” he adds.

“Oh, is that you speaking French again, babe?” You raise an eyebrow, but gently lift yourself off him. “You’re saying ‘we’ when I’m pretty sure it was mostly you.” Before he can reach over to unbind your hands, you lean down and take a specific part of the knot in your teeth. With a soft tug, the tie comes loose, and you hold it out to him with a smirk.

“...You know what,” Maxi does his best not to look too flustered at this display, though the pink across his cheeks gives him away. “I plead the fifth. I was bewitched.” He shoves it hastily into his vest pocket before quickly putting himself to rights.

“Bewitched, huh?” You’re so busy trying to tuck your breasts back into your dress and keep them there that you miss him lifting his jacket off the floor behind you, until he carefully drapes it around your shoulders. You look up, only to find him gazing at you with an adoration that sets your face aflame.

“No jury would convict me - how could I not be?” He gives you one of his soft crooked smiles, and before you can respond, he’s pushed the hearse door open and hopped out. He reaches up, and you accept his hand, using your free hand to keep his jacket around your shoulders and chest.

You turn, and he watches with a puzzled expression - only to blink when you pull the remains of your panties out of the hearse. You give him a wink, tucking them into the pocket of his jacket. “The bewitching’s mutual, I’ll have you know.”

Maxi stares at you for a moment before shaking his head as if to clear it. “I still have no idea how I pulled that one off.” He offers you his arm without thinking about it, as if he didn’t just answer his own question.

“It’s lots of things.” You smile to yourself, taking his arm in yours as the two of you look around to make sure the coast is clear. “But the way you’re down to absolutely wreck me in an antique hearse is definitely up there.”

“You’re so weird,” Maxi kisses your temple as the two of you hustle from the room, taking the door that would take you back to the vast hotel lobby where it would be easy to get lost in a crowd. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”

-

Maxi makes his amends to his coalition colleagues the next day by treating them all to a morning planning session over beignets and cafe au lait after peak tourist hours at Cafe du Monde. You’re more than happy to tag along, listening attentively as the group discusses the next upcoming legislative session. Maxi keeps his hand on your thigh under the table the entire time.

You have to do your best not to smile when you feel him squeeze it as you daintily suck powdered sugar off the tips of your fingers, listening to one of the group recount the way Mr. Dauterive about had a coronary after dinner when he discovered someone had besmirched a family heirloom.

(sorry this took a minute babes, but I had a ton of fun writing it!! <3 thanks for being a source of inspiration, I appreciate your imagination when you sent that :3c)

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[morvantmortuary]

Put Maxi in a band tee and black jeans and just let him host a spooky bbq.

OKAY BUT LISTEN, I’ve been thinking about this since you sent it in

(he would absolutely die to have this grill fr, the Morvants don’t bbq a lot but he would find a damn excuse if this was his setup lmao 😂)

He might v well show up in an old band tee and jeans!! that is entirely possible!

but given our spooky nerd and his chance to dress the part when he can, you might very well show up to find him in some board shorts and one of the following:

(Orange isn’t normally a color he gravitates towards, but for summer reasons, he’ll throw it on)

Idk if he’d go as far as wearing flip flops; if he’s not doing it to, like, keep his feet clean for hygiene reasons, he’d rather just be barefoot. So he might just defer to some sneakers here (…or like those little slip-on skateboarding shoes, even though he can’t skateboard at all 😂)

That of course got me wondering what the other two would wear, and I figured Hex would likely spend the day in a croptop and shorts, since it was about being outside. Then I was reminded that @somethingthatsaysbubbles once thoughtfully suggested the following outfit:

so I think this and some chanclas are absolutely what he’d be wearing, whether he set up a hammock in the yard or he just lurks behind Maxi to try and backseat grill the whole time.

Rora is the hardest, just bc there’s such a wide variety of what she might wear (as the main seamstress of the family, and as much of a drama queen as her twin brother). Bc it could be anything from her own version of one of these:

(the left is Alexander McQueen, the right is Alice Auaa)

She likes wearing white in reference to her graveshroud, as a permanent inside joke with herself, but she might enjoy the light black veils this close to summertime. Although, I was reminded that @lorna-d-m was kind enough to send me some shorts that might be even more comfortable:

so it’s entirely possible she might be wearing this with a simple bikini top, hanging out over Maxi’s shoulder to co-heckle him with Hector or making a batch of different flavored lemonades (including her famous lavender). if she’s wearing converse or sandals, they’re platform bc she’s that bitch.

the food will be delicious (Maxi’s on protein - or vegan protein if needed! - and Hex is on sides, though the two will repeatedly snipe and nitpick at each other throughout the process), and Rora will be more than happy to spike your drink should you ask. Once it gets dark (and everyone has digested properly), there’s a high chance the lot of you will head back to the pond on the back of the property with a jug of homemade sangria from Hex and just float around in the dark.

Rora’s glowing green veins will attract sleepy swooping fireflies. there’s a chance a well-timed ghostly face might appear in the campfire when Hex tells spooky stories after everyone climbs out to dry. And any small nick or mosquito bite you get will wink out in a spark of red before you even notice it’s there.

Overall, it would be a lovely summer evening! 🥰 Thanks for being kind enough to send this along, Mis 🖤🖤🖤

#nice people #mis!! ✨ #maxi vibes #hector vibes #rora vibes

[morvantmortuary]

Hi I would like you to know I read the update last night and I'm STILL thinking of this sentence bc it made me so emotional thank you

(AAAHHH LORNA this means so much, thank you ;A; I have a bunch of lines in this fic where I got really *clenches fist* about them as I was writing them, and this was absolutely one of them. I think if I found out my dearly beloved was maybe compelled to kill me due to an ancient blood curse yknow as you do, the first question I’d want to know is how much of that curse is what decided he would love me in the first place

and Maxi, being Maxi, immediately said the following and I was like “oh yes this is why I adore you”

Reader’s friend Em was more spot on than anyone realized when she said Maxi had been a loner in town all these years. he didn’t quite embrace the family darkness like Rora and Hector eventually did, and once the rest of his family was dead, he still found it hard to escape their shadow after years of living with them. so while I’m sure the town found him friendly enough, he was still… well. spooky :’D

so yes, when his Reader shows up and doesn’t immediately no the whole sordid affair of his family and his life, he probably did feel like someone genuinely saw him just as himself for the first time in a while

anyway, thank you so much for this!! I love comments in general, but especially when people tell me a line they like 🖤🥰 thanks for reading, babe!!)

#nice people #lorna-d-m #sftc