here's a very rambly & hopefully somewhat organised plotting/starter call for the event. i'm capping each muse at 3 starters each, and 5 threads per mun, though if you dm me either here or discord wanting more than 5 I'll probably say yes 🤷♀️ reply to this for starters, or like it & I'll hit you up for plotting.
arizona robbins: went in willingly (open to death)
arizona is a doctor, and when she heard screams coming from inside the maze there was no way she was standing around outside while people could be in the dying. now she's wandering around trying to find people to help.
starters:
atticus lincoln: went in willingly (open to death)
like arizona, he thought he would be more help from inside the maze, but now he's more worried about trying to find jo and make sure she's okay, as well as his son who he is hoping is still with the babysitter at home and not somehow also in this maze.
starters:
barbie: was dragged in (not open to death)
there is no way barbie was walking into a creepy corn maze on her own free will, but now that she's here everyone better just make sure they watch their step as she stays on the ground, hoping if she doesn't move nothing bad can happen.
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bonnie bennett: went in willingly (open to death)
bonnie was certain she could just, magic herself and everyone else out of the maze, and she's slightly pissed her magic isn't working the way it should. she's now just trying to find her loved ones and make sure they're safe.
starters: elena gilbert, caroline forbes,
carlos de vil: was dragged in (open to death)
carlos has no idea what is happening, and he just wants to get out of this maze please. his halloween plans entailed a costume party one of his coworkers was hosting, not being stuck in a creepy maze for a couple of days, or weeks. he's lost track of time of how long he's been here.
starters: jane,
celeste kipper: went in willingly (open to death)
celeste saw her sister walking into the maze, and followed after her. now she's lost mags, and is lost herself. though she know's she's in a different time & place she's still convinced this is the capitols doing and wants out.
starters: mags flanagan,
charlotte king: was dragged in (not open to death)
though she's a doctor, and can help people, charlotte is spending a lot of her time worried about her children outside the maze, but is also trying her hardest to find the few people in town she actually knows and likes.
starters: amelia shepherd, addison Montgomery,
cleo sertori: went in willingly (not open to death)
cleo is just getting over remembering that she was murdered a few months ago, and now she's trapped in what she thought was just a fun halloween experience. she just hopes there's no water anywhere around because she doesn't want to end up with a tail in the middle of a maze.
starters: rikki Chadwick,
diego: was dragged in (open to death)
diegos main concern is finding out that bree is okay, and he's not stopping until he's searched every square inch of the maze for her. if someone is bleeding around him, he may be tempted to stop for a bit of a snack, he is still a newborn afterall.
starters: bree tanner,
edmund bridgerton: went in willingly (open to death)
edmund was under the impression this was just how halloween was celebrated, though the disappearing entrance has given him pause. he's now hoping that his children aren't in here as well as he's heard some rather unpleasant goings on.
starters: eloise bridgerton,
enola holmes: went in willingly (open to death)
enola is naturally inquisitive, and clearly hasn't learned from all the previous events in this city, so she decided she'd check out the maze and is now wishing she'd waited for eloise or sherlock to be free to come with her, because she has no idea how she's meant to get back out.
starters:
ginny miller: was dragged in (open to death)
ginny has had a confusing few weeks, and now she's trapped in a corn maze the size of most of dc? she just wants out, whether that means scaling the walls or actually finding the exit she doesn't care.
starters:
harvey hufflepuff: went in willingly (open to death)
harvey was certain that he would be the master of this maze, but it's been a while and he seems no closer to getting out than he did when he walked in. he just hopes he finds his way out soon, he's getting hungry and his magic isn't working properly.
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laurent da revin: was dragged in (open to death)
though laurent was dragged in, he isn't against this meaning he's got a free buffet of whoever in town he wants to eat. he's enjoying himself, despite the fact he's seemingly stuck. as long as he doesn't run into victoria asking for any more favors.
starters: drusilla keeble
lexie grey: went in willingly (not open to death)
lexie naively thought this was going to be fun, how bad could a maze be? now she can hear screams and is trying to do whatever she can to help people she finds injured, as well as hoping that one of the injured isn't someone she cares about.
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lily luna potter: went in willingly (open to death)
lily thought she was having a date with her cute coworker, and now they're trapped in a maze even their wands can't get them out of? she hates it, but she's glad that harriet is by her side, she should know what to do, right?
starters: harriet hufflepuff,
liv moore: was dragged in (open to death)
though it only feels like days since she entered the maze, liv knows it's been longer because she's starting to feel the effects of no brains for quite some time. she's getting hungry, so she's staying away from people so she doesn't go full on zombie mode and become a part of the theatrics.
starters: peyton Charles,
lola fleming narcisse: was dragged in (open to death)
lola had been thinking about bringing john to the maze, but now that she's stuck in here she's glad he's at home with a sitter. she's now just trying her hardest to find her way out, and hoping someone she finds along the way can help her.
starters:
melissa glaser: went in willingly (open to death)
melissa thought she was going to be much better at finding her way out of a maze than she seems to be, is she walking in circles? she feels like she's going in circles. she's getting tired.
starters: eric northman, faye chamberlain,
mia thermopolis: was dragged in (not open to death)
sure, mia was dragged into this maze, but how bad could it be? she's already fallen over a few times, and can't seem to find her way out. she'd really like some help, please.
starters: clarisse renaldi,
mika yasuda: went in willingly (open to death)
mika wanted a break from work, and now she just keeps coming across people who've been hurt in this stupid halloween maze. she wants to find her way out, or find someone who can be more help than a surgical intern. she's trying her best.
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noel kahn: went in willingly (open to death)
noel has very few hobbies, and his biggest one is fucking with the liars. now he's stuck in a corn maze because he thought it was a fun idea to scare them? good going noel.
starters: hanna marin,
penelope park: was dragged in (open to death)
penelope is confused why her magic isn't seeming to do what it should to help her, and the people she cares about get out. she just wants to leave, she's starting to panic.
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rebekah mikaelson: went in willingly (open to death)
rebekah thought this would be fun, it's not. she's stuck in a maze, and everyone seems to be getting hurt around her, which is making her feel things she doesn't understand, why is she hungry?
starters: elijah mikaelson,
simon basset: was dragged in (open to death)
simon doesn't want to be in a maze, halloween isn't his thing. but he's heard screams from further in that he's now worried are daphne, who he still feels some sort of attachment to and he's going to check it out.
starters: daphne bridgerton,
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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 11
Boss/Employee
Max Phillips x Reader
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Specific Warnings: Failed SA on Reader, followed by a swift kick to the balls, Vampires, blood drinking, vampire bites, unprotected PiV(Please wrap it up), slight dubcon(reader isn't drunk but has been drinking), mild threat to reader (vampire sex yo.), blood loss, Max is a softdom, let me know if I missed anything!
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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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