#“warning: this blog is forever not normal about twd”

[allthegothihopgirls]

it's really amusing to me when i amass followers from short-term interests i have, and inevitably have to subject them to what this blog is at its core. a batshit obsessive twdu fanpage

[neganisking]

The resident (2011) non horror AU - Max smut

Okay so I watched the resident tonight and i have this idea for a non horror kinky au. I know this is a twd blog but i have some jdm fans following who might like this.

Actual idea under the cut. WARNING: smut, BDSM, D/s, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cannon-ish max with his questionable thoughts, consentual sleep sex/ play, bodily fluid, minor drug use. I don’t wanna get into a debate about this being healthy or not. It’s fantasy so do with it what you will.

Okay so imagine that the girl moves into his building and there’s a building romance and when she goes to kiss him he ducks out of it, like the movie.

Then when he next speaks to her he explains that it wasn’t her its that he had particular tastes when it comes to those kinda relationships and he didn’t want to impose his ideas on her.

She gets curious and asks him about what those tastes are.

But ever since his grandfather caught max looking at bdsm porn he has had it drilled into his mind that he’s sick for enjoying it that he ought to be ashamed for liking those dynamics and the kinks he has. Duo he struggles like fuck about telling her. He likes her and its been so long since he had tried to be with anyone that he’s afraid of her rejection and losing her altogether.

It takes a bit of coaxing on her part but reluctantly he mentions something about kink and bdsm and waits for the disgust to come rolling in.

Except it doesn’t.

She smiles softly and tells him not to worry. That she knows a thing or two about that kind of thing and he isn’t quite sure what to do with the information. For the first time in such a long time he has hope that maybe someone will finally get him.

So they talk. Max isn’t sure exactly how he’s managing to get the words out and maybe his shame is written in his face because she slips her hand into his and he flushes with warmth at the contact. She listens so well to him and when she speaks about her own kinks and what she thinks of his desires he can’t quite believe he isn’t dreaming.

It doesnt happen all at once. That’s the hardest part for max. But with the possibility of something real at the end of it he manages to quell his thoughts and urges well enough. They get to know each other and develop what he’s calling a proper relationship for the first time in forever.

He realises how much respect he has for this woman. How incredibly strong and determined she is. He values the way she works so hard at what she does and how brave she is for putting her thoughts and ideas out there for him to hear. Shes so honest about her feelings and desires that it helps him to become more open about his too. He trusts this woman and it scares him a little. maybe hes falling a little.

Somehow she must have decided to trust him too because one night she invites max in to her appartment for the night. Its incredible. Max gets to feel touch and taste her and its better than fantasy its real. He cant help but feel how right it is as he fucks her. He had never enjoyed vanilla sex like this. Its never been this good. It was like his dick was made just for her. She lets him sleep in her bed and he just holds her gently, watching her sleep, too afraid of messing it up to even consider doing anything. He realises the voices are much quieter now.

Then comes more talking. Max never realised just how much talking he would have to do about sex before the actual sex happened. It annoyed him sometimes. Not because she wanted to talk about it but rather how talking about it made him feel. August was only at the end of the hall after all. She never judged him though, not once. He told her all about his voyeristic desires with his head bowed but she got it. To his surprise, She told max how she like the thought of being watched. She even confessed herself to having watched someone living in the next building have sex through their open window. Best orgasm she had ever given herself she had said. Max wasnt sure if he was dreaming but he didnt want to wake up if he was.

The first time she let him watch her masturbate she was nervous. He was so taken aback that it was actually happening that he stayed quiet in the chair and silently encouraged her and she stripped out of her clothes. Her eyes never left his. He didnt bother touching his cock that time for fear he’d miss even the smallest tremmor or sigh escaping her lips. She came hard, back arching, her pussy glistening and smiled.

It became a staple in their explorations. When the mood took him, max would instruct her how to touch herself, relishing in her submission to him. It made him feel powerful and it made him care for her more than he had ever thought possible. He slowly let his dominance through becoming more and more comfortable exercising his will over her. Trusting that she would tell him the moment it wasn’t okay with her.

One night falling asleep in his arms, she took hold of his hand and slowly dragged it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her pussy. He wasnt sure what it meant so he asked her. She told him she remembered about his other fantasy and that he didnt have to but if he wanted he could touch her while she slept. He kissed her and called her his good girl then and she smiled.

He waited until her breathing evened out his hand still and warm against her cunt before dipping his finger into her folds. She was soaking wet. He bit back a groan softly kissing her shoulder as he gently began to exolore her pussy while she slept. Finding her clit he thumbed it softly, eventually daring to slip two fingers inside her soping hole. He stroked her until he felt her walls tighten against his fingers and her pussy twitch and clench in an orgasm just for him alone. Her eyes flickered open ever so lightly and a small whimper escaped her lips but he knew she wasn’t really awake, hushing her back to sleep with gentle kisses.

Max had never felt so good. He didnt even have to hide it this time. He wondered how he got so lucky. He knew he was going to take such good care of her.

When she woke up in the morning she asked him what had happened. As he told her the truth he saw the way her breathing changed and the flush spreading across her chest. He had no doubt how much she enjoyed it when she asked his permission to give him a blowjob.

Things developed from there. Max worked on the other apartments while she was at work during the day and when she wasnt with her friends after work she would come home to him and they would spend the evening together. He had worried his jealous streak would be an issue there but nothing ever really happened. Something about the way she looked at him when they were together or when he would ‘bump’ into her while she was with friends put those worries to bed. Most nights they spent curled up naked skin against skin in her bed. She had confessed it felt better to fall asleep with his hand between her legs and he wasnt about to complain.

The first time anyone mentioned taking their sleep play further was when she brought it up. She voiced the things he was still afraid to. About wanting to be fucked while unawares and wondering how he felt about trying it. Of course he knew exactly how he felt about it. They soon realised that the trouble was that she kept waking up. No matter how careful he was there was just some things she couldn’t sleep though. He considered reverting back to old vices but the thought of hurting her sickened him so he pushed it aside.

Then she came home with sleeping pills.

She was nervous about telling him but he became so excited about his devious girl that he couldn’t help but reward her by tying her down to the bed and eating her sweet cunt until she begged for him to stop. It was one of her favourites.

They set up a webcam the night before her day off and she took the pills a little earlier than she would have had this been a normal night. She fell asleep safely in his arms listening to max tell her how good she was and how proud he was of her, how well he was going to take care of her.

He waited until she had been asleep long enough for the drugs to take effect before stripping the covers back in one fluid motion. Well aware of the camera pointed at him he began slowly, imagining her watching this later. He started at her feet. Kissing and caresssing the skin with his beard, gently suckling on her toes before moving up her legs.

Bypassing her cunt he sucks soft bruises into her hip bones knowing how she would be writhing underneath him if she was awake. He moves up her waist kissing the skin reaching up to cup her breasts before suckling on her nipples, indulging himself for so much longer than he would otherwise. He gazes up to her peaceful face and simply has to touch his cock at the sight of her being completely unaware of his actions.

He stops long enough to pull her legs apart and swipes his finger gently along her slit groaning as he rubs her juices over his cock. Shes completely at his mercy. Willingly giving him her body to do with what he pleases. Trusting him to take care of her in the most vulnerable state she’ll ever be in. It gives him a rush so heedy he cant quite believe his luck.

While groping her breast he slides down in between her legs and takes a deep breath in, smelling her wet cunt. His hips rut into the mattess of their own accord giving his cock the friction he craves. He isnt going to rush this though. Slowly he starts lapping at her pussy. Exploring more thoroughly than he ever had before.

Feeling his self control slip slightky he sets about making her orgasm. Its one of his favourite things to do while shes asleep. Something for him that she cant give, something he has to take. Pressing his fingers into her cunt as it slowly swells with unknown need, he toys with her clit, relishing the taste as her body draws tighter and tighter until she quakes and shudders, pulsing against him - but this time he doesnt stop.

He fucks her harder or his hand and quickens his mouth, sucking and flicking her swollen clit until she shudders once more, harder this time. He feels drunk on the power he has as he plays her body like a fiddle with his will.

Her juices ooze on his hand and as he carefully withdraws his hand to coat his dick in her cum he returns to her nipples, gently nipping and sucking the hard teats. He loves her. He isnt sure how much that says about him as he comes to the conclusion while about to fuck her motionless body but he does and he feels it so completely that as he strokes the tip of his cock against her folds he can’t help but confess it out into the quiet air.

Slipping into her pussy feels like coming home. Hes gentle, careful to go slow enough to allow her body to adjust, the orgasms helping to lube the way. He isnt going to last long, he knows that much, but this is more than he had ever dreamed would happen to him in his life and hes more than excited about it. He slowly picks up the pace, her tight walls milking his cock so well its almost too much.

Watching her sleeping face, he kisses her mouth, slipping his tongue inside and it tips him over the edge. He floods her pussy with his warm cum and for several long moments he stays there inside her, worshiping her body with his mouth as he comes down from his high.

When he does pull out of her, he watches his cum slowly drip from her hole onto the mattress and hopes that some of it stays inside for her to feel in the morning.

They watch the video of his playtime the next day and she loves it so much she's desperate to feel him inside her while she can remember.

Life for max seems to only get better from there. They fall into some kind of routine and most of the time its all very domestic. He never thought he would ever have such a thing with someone but there he is, cooking dinner for them both for when she gets in fron work and shes picking up a movie for them to watch on the way home.

Home. He couldn't really say he lived in his apartment anymore it was more like storage for the things he didn't need often. Home was here with her. He liked that.

At first he thought her just needed to find someone to fulfil his sexual needs but he realised it was so much more than that. He just didnt realise it until she was there. Everything else seemed to balance out. Even August had commented on the change in him. Maybe her would finally be proud of him, maybe not but it didnt matter.

Hearing the door click shut in the hallway max smiled as he continued to chop the vegetables. Gentle hands wound their way around his torso as his girl pressed kisses against his back. Turning on the spot to face her he couldn't help but admire this woman who had brought ship much love and acceptance into his life. He could only hope that he could do as much for her as she does for him. Hearing her quietly tell him how much she loves him as he bends slightly to kiss her, he can only trust that he does.