#Maxwell lord x fem. reader

[baronessvonglitter]

Summer's almost over, and since I've been officially posting on tumblr since June, I'm going to start compiling fic recs on a seasonal basis, so naturally we're starting with summer.

I realize some of these fics are older, and some are even out of season ("Boo" takes place on Halloween) but this is my blog and I'm not gonna hold myself to too many standards 😜

Honestly, everything I reblog is an automatic "fic rec". The ones below are my particular favorites of this past summer 🌅

Abducted ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @propheticbride

Boo ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @pascalsbby

Brat! ~ Joel Miller x brat!female!reader ~ by @shellshocklove

Caught in the Act ~ pre-outbreak Joel Miller x roommate!fem!reader ~ by @mermaidgirl30

Cuts Like Glass ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @morallyinept

Dinner and a Show ~ Joel Miller x Roman Roy x f!reader ~ by @strang3lov3

Doctor's Pet ~ doctor!Dave York x nurse!reader ~ by @evolnoomym

Heavenly Bound ~ Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!virgin!reader ~ by @ozarkthedog

I Can Bring You in Hot ~ Din Djarin x Maxwell Lord ~ by @ghostofaboy

In the shadows of others, we grow (series) ~ Tim Rockford x Dave York ~ by @sin-djarin

Just Like That (series) ~ dark!perv!stepdad!Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @sweetpascal

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder ~ Javier Pena x reader ~ by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer

The Nebble Files (series) ~ Tim Rockford x OFC Jane Nebble ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Please, Sir ~ Marcus Pike x female!reader ~ by @mountainsandmayhem

The Police Officer ~ uniformed!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @myownwholewildworld

Privates ~ AU!Joel Miller x Javier Pena x afab!reader ~ by @eff4freddie

Push It ~ Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @milla-frenchy

Put it in, Coach ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

The Rift (series) ~ Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!reader ~ by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Savior ~ dark!Joel x captive!reader ~ by @lokischocolatefountain

Strawberry Sugar ~ modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

Sweet Tooth ~ mom's bf!Javier Pena x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

Table for Three ~ Joel Miller x f x Dave York ~ by @aurorawritestoescape

Untitled Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Untitled Marcus Acacius x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Volatile ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @javier-pena

The Wedding Night ~ Marcus Acacius x female!reader ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

Wildest Dreams (series) ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/18/2024

Nerdie! What is new this week?

Welp, I passed my math class (yup - mid thirties in a math class 🤨 it was required). Thankfully it's the only one. I've got one more and then I can look forward to the next term. I think my orientee's last week is this week, I have more stickers to stick on people at work and I burned some candles.

We're glad you burned candles? We're not sure what to say to that. Happy for everything else though. Any new fics?

Just two for the week, I've been focused on my classes so I've been putting out less finished work and prepping series that I have planned:

Don't assume on Valentine's Day - Ezra x plus size female reader (Yup, I wrote a Valentine's fic, just barely? It's mentioned but not the focus. Implied smut, some angst, fluff. All in one.)

Wrong Beach and a Speedo - Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC) I finally started my Javi G series! Is it fluffy like his hair? Yes. Will it stay that way? Mostly only because we gotta move the plot along. 80% fluff, 15% smut adjacent (subject to change, could be less) and 5% violence. Like very small. No worries. Unsure about how many parts, maybe 5-7?

We're not sure about those percentages, but they do add up to 100% so we'll see. You can't be mean to Javi G Nerdie! You can't!

Who said I was? What do you take me for?

*reminds Nerdie of Tim, Frankie, Joel, and Javi P and their truama*

👀 I mean, I get it but no worries. Let's talk about what I read this week alright. Jeez...

Salt + Pepper by @soft-girl-musings (Moon Boys and fem reader)

You be my revolver, I've got you in my hands by @winniethewife (Jake Lockley x fem reader)

Happy Tuesday! by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Special Day for a special girl by @winniethewife (Blue x fem reader)

Compulsion by @iamskyereads (Ezra x OFC Beatrice)

Misunderstanding by @romanarose (Marc Spector x fem reader)

Captain's Orders by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x fem reader)

Bloom by @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x fem reader)

Helping Hand by @izelascendant (Din Djarin x OFC)

Perks of being a Wallflower by @soft-girl-musings (Jake Lockley x plus size fem reader)

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie (Maxwell Lord x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills (Marcus Moreno x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept (Javier Peña x fem reader) part of the PMAMC 2024

Flying to New Heights by @fettuccin-e (Frankie Morales x fem reader)

Sadly, some of these had been in my drafts folder way too long. I went from 38 this evening to 33... 🫣 To be fair, All of these I have reblogged, I have just been adding more things to read. So many wonderful things to read. 😭 An excellent problem to have.

Anyway, I should have chapter two of my Javi G fic up this week on Wednesday. Not sure what else. I'll try a Drabble. If I can keep it that short. Maybe about Javi P, Frankie or Santiago. I owe them nice things. 😘

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie! 💜

P.S. One might see there's been any uptick in Oscar Isaac fics, @for-a-longlongtime is to blame for sending me all the Santi gifs she seemed to have. 👀 My eyes didn't complain though. 😂

[galaxyedging]

19/08/23

Fic recs

@prolix-yuy Decoherence A Jack Daniels/Westworld AU

@djarinmuse Your Majesty Manda'lor Din Djarin x fem!reader Some Sort of Holy Rite Din Djarin x fem!reader

@missredherring Year of Wishes Maxwell Lord x plus size female reader Genie AU.

My Writing

New series

Summer Schooled/Adult Education

Needing some cash before college, you start babysitting for Mr Miller and Mr York. When you decide to spend the summer teasing them. They decide you need to be taught some lessons.

And It Just Keeps Getting Better

After ten years of pass, you decide to revisit the past and one summer in particular.

It Could Be Better

A down on his luck Max Lord gives male escort work a go. It changes his life even more than he could ever wish for.

After a brief but very successful stint as a male escort. Max hatches his most ambitious business scheme yet. A motel for anyone looking to have their sexual wishes fulfilled.

Series Update

The Watchtower

The Last of Us Magical Western Au

Joel Miller begrudgingly accepts the task of escorting a woman across an America that is fraught with danger from an illness that ravaged the land. The dangers come from the creatures the illness created, as well as the humans that seek to control the powers they wield.

More of Us

Too many late nights playing The Last of Us alone give you one hell of a dream. That's all it is, a dream, right?

One shots

Cleansing Fire

A drabble based on the video for Sia's Fire Meet Gasoline.

Author's note: I'm trying to find a balance between not tagging people and tagging them too much, so I'm going to start just doing a Saturday round up.

Tags: @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass @mandoloriancookie @faceache111 @elegantduckturtle @manazo @simpingcowboy @pedrit0-pascalit0 @yourcoolauntie @pedrostories @geekrenaissance @its-nebuleuse @sherala007

[edgessunflower]

Masterlist 80

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

total wordcount: 19.3k

A/N: I can't believe I'm doing this. Thank you to @absurdthirst for the absolute wonderful kinky promptlist 💜

Follow @toomanystoriessolittletime-fics to get notified for for update. I will not be using my taglist on this.

Prologue

1. Shibari

2. Gagging

3. Wax Play

4. Biting

5. Formal Wear

6. Underwear

7. Shower Sex 

8. Begging

9. Anal

10. Age Play

11. Spanking

12. Cock Warming

13. Object Insertion

14. Glory Hole 

15. Face Sitting 

16. Double Penetration

17. Pussy Slapping

18. Pegging 

19. Somnophilia

20. Drunk Sex

21. Breeding

22. Sex Pollen

23. Erotic Dancing

24. Ass Worship

25. Mirror Sex

26. Costumes

27. Infidelity

28. Flogging 

29. Exhibitionism

30. Public Sex

31. Morning Sex

Epilogue

[supernaturalgirl20]

Gonna take part in Steph’s @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge this year (🤘thanks Steph for putting it together 🥰)

Driving Home for Christmas - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Meet You There - Ezra x f!reader

Marry Me? - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Just Us - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Christmas market - Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warmth - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Lunch Date - Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Getaway- Dave York x f!reader

I Do - Marcus Pike x f!reader

This will bring me right up to new years and then I’m taking a long overdue hiatus. I promise I WILL have all my outstanding requests done and posted and my Frankie series will be finished. I will still be writing away (I have a mafia au series I’m working on for Oberyn (it’s super smutty 😈) and one or two other things, but I won’t be posting until at least February.

K, luv ya

Char xx 😘

[forever-rogue]

Could you do “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?” with Maxwell? Congrats on your milestone!!

Thank you! I hope you like it 🥺💕

Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Characters Masterlist 

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"When's Daddy coming home?" Alistair asked as he sat at the dinner table, picking at the remaining vegetables on his plate. You reached over and ruffled his dark hair affectionately as he sighed heavily, "I thought things would be different now."

"They will, my love," you promised him, hoping that Maxwell would walk through the door at any time now. It was getting late, and soon you'd be putting your small ward to bed. Maxwell had taken a liking to doing it lately, but it seemed that work had once again caught up with him. At least this time it was honest work...but still. The young boy missed his father - hell, he was just your boss but you missed him as well. 

"Then where is he?" he pushed back from the table and stood up, bringing his plate to the kitchen, "I just want to play with him."

"I know, baby," you stood and pulled him into a tight hug, hoping a tickle at his side would cheer him up. It only momentarily brought a smile to his face before he hung his head, "I thought he loved me."

"Hey, hey, hey," you put your hand under his chin and turned his face up so he was looking into your eyes, "Alistair, he loves you more than anything in this world. He wants to do his best for you. He's still trying to figure out everything with his new job and balancing it all. But don't ever doubt that you are his world."

"Okay," he nodded quietly, trying to keep his lip from trembling. Your heart broke at the sight and you couldn't help yourself as you wrapped your arms around him and picked up. Alistair wrapped his arms around your neck as he burrowed his face into your neck, prompting you to run his back in soothing circles, "I wish you could just be my mom. Daddy loves you too, it should be just us all the time."

"Oh baby," you stilled at his words, your breath getting caught in your throat at his declaration. Surely he had to have it backwards - you loved Maxwell, not the other way around. There was no way...you were just the nanny. But it still didn't stop you from loving Alistair or his father. You hadn't meant for it to happen...it just had. Closing your eyes, you pressed a kiss to the side of his head, "I love you too. So much. Hey, what do you say we put on a movie and have some ice cream? Sound like a plan, little man?”

“With whipped cream and sprinkles?” he asked with wide eyes as you nodded before getting him back down. His little spirit seemed to perk up at the idea almost instantly.

“You go and pick out a movie and get some blankets, and I’ll get us both some ice cream,” he took his task to heart before nodding and sprinting to the living room. Sighing lightly, you walked into the kitchen and reached into the freezer, pulling out a carton of his favorite flavor, pleased that something possessed you to buy the other day. If nothing else, it would get his mind off of Maxwell for a little while, and hopefully he’d even find solace in sleep and be out like a light before he noticed that Maxwell wasn’t home. You hated leaving like you were manipulating him with a few simple pleasures, but you were spending the time with him because you loved him too. 

Grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, you filled them up and topped them off with all of his favorite things before bringing them to the living room and settling down with Alistair. 

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It was late by the time the movie was finished, and Alistair had fallen asleep on your lap, passed out from his activities and his bowl of ice cream. You slowly sat up, making sure not to jostle him as you scooped him into your arms and took down the hall to his bedroom. He didn’t even stir as you tucked him, making sure he was warm with blankets and had his favorite stuffed bear with him. 

“Good night, my little love,” you whispered before flicking off the light and closing the door almost completely. Making quick work of cleaning up the living room, you walked into the kitchen and started to wash the dishes when you finally heard the door open and close. 

You barely glanced up, finding an exhausted Maxwell coming in, dropping his briefcase by the door and loosening his tie. He let out a long sigh of relief when he saw you, coming in and leaning against the counter.

“Where were you?” your voice was bitter and laced with venom as you grabbed a dishrag and wiped down your wet hands before turning to him. You hadn’t meant to be so bitter and biting, but in some ways, he was deserving of it, “you were supposed to be home hours ago.”

“I caught up at work…” he could immediately tell you were upset, as he shrank away lightly, almost if trying to disappear. You threw the rag at him and shook your head.

“That’s not good enough, Max,” you insisted sharply, “not anymore. He needs you Max, we need you here, and he...he loves you so much. He just wants to spend time with you, he adores you so much.”

“I-I know!” he snapped back as he covered his face with hands, “I’m trying! You just need to relax and calm down!”

“After everything you did, you’re asking me to apologize for snapping at you once?” you raised your eyebrows at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you refused to back down. It was probably out of line to speak to your boss in such a manner, but you didn't care; you just wanted the best for your two loves and sometimes that required a firm hand, "Max...I know you're trying, so hard. But sometimes all you need to do is be here. Alistair doesn't care about your title or income or anything, you know he doesn't. He just wants his father. That's all."

"I continue to disappoint him...and you," he brushed back his locks, now almost entirely back to their dark brown color, a sign that be was slowly becoming more true to himself, and let out a world weary sigh, "I just want...I want the world for him, for the both of you."

"Max, you are his world," you put your on his shoulder, almost without thinking and gave him a gentle squeeze, "nothing else matters. So what if you work a few less hours? Its a little less money maybe, but the reward? Its so much greater - time with your son. Your son that thinks you are everything and loves you unconditionally. Do it for yourself...and him."

"I know," he agreed quietly as he shifted his gaze onto yours, "I suppose I still have a lot to learn. I want everything for him. And for you. I will try my best to do better."

"That's all it is, Maxwell," you pulled back from him, feeling something shift between the two of you. It had been there for a long time, you both knew it had been, but it was like it was suddenly coming to the surface, "step by step, one day at a time. You missed movie and ice cream night. He knocked pretty early on into the movie so he doesn't know you weren't home."

"Thank you," he gave you an appreciative grin as you nodded, swallowing the lump that had welled up in your throat, "for everything. And not just tonight...you're always amazing."

"I'm just doing my job," your face flushed with warmth as you hoped he would be able to see or hear the wild beating of your heart as it slammed against your ribcage, "I love him...Alistair is a wonderful kid."

And I'm in love with you.

"He loves you too," Maxwell took a step closer, brushing a few stray locks of hair out of your face. It was an innocent gesture, but enough to send sparks throughout your chest whole body, "I-"

"I should go," you quickly interrupted him before anything else could happen, unsure if you were ready to cross that threshold and enter uncharted territory just yet. He offered you a curious look as you stepped back and gave him a tight lipped smile, "its late...I'll finish cleaning up tomorrow when I come back after taking Alistair to school."

"Why don't you just stay?" he suggested softly, pointing in the direction of the spare bedroom down the hall. You'd stayed there on several occasions before, when Max had to work late for one reason or another, and kept a few spare clothes in there, "it might be easier than going home and coming back…"

"Maxwell…" you took a breath before letting it slowly, finding him watching you curiously, "I shouldn't...really."

"And just why is that?" his own heart felt like a stampede of horses as he tried to cut to the chase without being so direct. He just wanted to hear you say it, wanted that bit of sweet reassurance that he wasn't the only one feeling like this, "honey…"

"We both know why," you stared at the tile on the floor and shrugged lightly, "and I don't want to mess anything up, Maxwell. I love Alistair and want to continue to be a part of its life and I don't know if that could happen if…"

"We've been playing pretend for some time now," he whispered, whether or not it was for you to hear, you weren't sure, "playing at pretending to be a family, but like we don't love each other."

"Maxwell," his name was easy off your lips, and the sound of it set his whole body on fire, "I've been a part of your family for so long, I don't want to do anything to lose Alistair."

"You won't," he promised as you nodded, "I swear it. You have been a better mother to him than his own flesh and blood, you have kept this family together, you have shown us so much love. Showed us that it is okay to be imperfect as long as we're trying our best. And in that time...I've fallen in love with you."

"You...what?" you looked at him with wide, confused eyes as he nodded. Your heart had dropped into your stomach and then fluttered back up at his works. He watched you with a small smile as you tried to piece everything together, "you love me?"

"I'm in love with you."

"Maxwell...please...please don't say something you don't mean," your expression was incredulous as he came closer, putting his hand under chin and turning your face towards him, "only say it if you mean it."

"I mean it," he swore gently, "you have been the best part of my life along with Alistair. You've loved him - us - and you don't let me get away with anything. I don't know where we'd be without you. I...I want with us, always, but not as a nanny or a friend...as mine."

"Maxwell," you blinked back a few tears at his words. You knew he'd once been all but a smooth talking con man, but this? This was real - genuine - and you could see it was coming straight from his heart, "I-I love you too. You and Alistair. More than anything else."

"May I...may I kiss you?" the two of you had subconsciously gotten closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. You nodded, slowly, surely, as he put his large hands on your face, brushing over your cheeks with his thumbs as he breathed you in.

Before you knew it, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours, almost hesitantly as if he was testing the waters. You smiled against his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close. This felt right, natural, as his arms found purchase on your waist and he deepened the kiss. 

You moved against him, relishing in his touch, his feel, completely lost in him when-

"Daddy!" Alistair's voice caused you both to pull apart as the young boy grinned at him before running over, "you're home!"

"Hi baby," he leaned and effortlessly picked him and clutched him a fierce hug, "I'm sorry I was late. I...I will do my best to be better. For you."

"I love you," he grinned at his father before burrowing his face in his neck, "I'm glad you're home."

"Me too," he agreed, "me too. But for now, lets get you back to bed."

"Okay," he agreed, wrapping his small arms around his neck, "will you be here in the morning?"

You looked at him in surprise as Maxwell turned to look at you as well, a cheeky little grin on his face. You couldn't help but beamed back at your boys, "yes, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," it was a unanimous declaration from both of them.

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[justnat15]

Come Home - Max Lord

A/N: It’s ya girl, here with a Max Lord fic!! This one is the result of watching WW84 and following/befriending my lovely Rach. Not to mention listening to Taylor Swift’s Back to December on repeat while working at night. So be warned, this is pretty angsty (at least for me). But there is a little bit of fluff and happiness at the end.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x fem!reader 

Warnings: ANGST!! Beware, almost didn’t have a happy ending. Possibly AU? No mention of Dreamstone, or alluding to the events of WW84 to happen. Please tell me if I missed any. 

Dedicated to my beloved Rach @mandoalorian / @maxlordsgf . I love you darling!!

Come Home

The room was dimly lit, all the candles once giving it a romantic glow. Now, however, as you sat there at the table all alone, the lighting was somber. Another late night at the office, apparently. No matter that it was your anniversary, he never could pull himself away from work anymore to spend even one evening with you. The food you had spent all day preparing was now cold. Your hair, once curled and pinned to perfection, was now falling out of place, strands blurring your vision as you looked at the clock once more.

You knew it would do no good to call the office. You'd only get his assistant and she'd promise to give him your message as soon as he was available, which seemed to be never these days. That's if she was still there. Lord knows the man couldn't be counted on to answer his own phone, even if it was his girlfriend calling.

After another fifteen minutes of sitting and holding onto a small glimmer of hope, you sighed and stood, wandering around the dining area to put out the candles. No need to potentially burn the place down, even if he did deserve it. You debated on cleaning up the dinner but decided against it, focusing instead on showering and changing.

You packed a bag, taking only enough to get you through the next couple of days. You could come back and get the rest of your stuff later, preferably when you knew he wouldn't be home. But when was he home these days? You couldn't remember the last time you had fallen asleep and woken up in his embrace.

Before walking out the door, you wrote a note and left it on the table next to the remains of your dinner.

Maxwell,

When you read this, I will be gone. I'll be back for the rest of my things sometime later this week.

I know you have a lot to do at the office and trying to run your business, but I can't do this anymore.

Don't try to contact me. Goodbye, Maxwell. I wish you the best.

You wiped away the tears now freely streaming down your face and walked out, locking the door behind you. You didn't want to leave, but you knew staying would only bring more forgotten dinners and pain. “Goodbye, Maxwell Lord,” you whispered softly as you waved down a taxi to go to a nearby hotel.

Maxwell Lord, founder of Black Gold Cooperative, let himself into his apartment nearly two hours later. He tried to be quiet, knowing his lover must be asleep by now. It had been a long day at the office and all he wanted was to crawl into bed next to the love of his life and sleep for a few hours before he had to get up and go back to work. He knew that he hadn't been home much lately, but he assumed you understood. He assumed you knew that he was doing this so the both of you could have a better life, a better future for you and Alistair, his beloved son from his failed marriage.

Max was not expecting to see a cold dinner laid out on the dining table, remnants of candles scattered around the room. “Darling? Are you still awake?” he called out, placing his briefcase by the door. “Sweetheart?” He paused in his movements at the sight of the note you left on the table. He grabbed onto a chair as he read the brief note. “No,” he whispered, eyes watering. “NO!” The cry, raw with pain, ripped from his throat as he turned and rushed out to the street in a vain attempt to try and find you. He cried your name, hands tearing at his blond hair that you teased him about relentlessly in the beginning.

A soft rain began to fall, as if Mother Nature was mourning with him at the loss of one of the few good things in his life.

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You parked the truck your brother had lent you, grateful you wouldn't need to load a taxi with the boxes you would no doubt have after packing everything you left behind at Max's apartment. It had only been three days since you left, but you knew if you didn't get your things now, you never would.

The apartment was dark as you let yourself in for what would be the last time (besides the trips it would take to move everything to the truck). It was no surprise. You had planned to be there and gone while Max was at the office.

“Darling?” A hoarse whisper called from the living room. “Is that you?” A haggard figure moved to the entryway. Maxwell Lord, oil tycoon and successful businessman, stood in front of you looking as if he hadn't slept in days. “Oh, darling, it is you! I'm so sorry baby! Please come home. Please don't leave. I can't live without you.” He moved as if to embrace you but stopped at your flinch. “Darling?” Tears fell from his brown eyes, blond-dyed strands falling into his face. You wanted nothing more to go to him and hold him, but you had to be strong.

“I thought you would be at work,” you murmured, looking at the floor. “I just came by to get the rest of my things.” You started to move towards the bedroom where all of your clothes were but Maxwell reached out to stop you.

“Please,” was the quiet plea. He whispered your name. “Please, don't go. You and Alistair are the only good things in my life and I can't go on without the both of you by my side. I'm so sorry I haven't been around, but I will try harder. Just don't go, baby, please. Come home.”

You looked at him, noting the sincerity in his voice and the heartbreak in his eyes. “I don't know if I can, Max. It hurts so much. You put your work in front of me, in front of Alistair. The last two weekends he was here, he and I spent the whole time together, hoping you would come home and spend the time with us, but you never did. Then you didn't come home for our anniversary, despite having made the plans in advance. It hurt,” your voice broke, sobs escaping as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to hold yourself together. “What did I do wrong?”

Maxwell's heart broke even more at the sight of you crying in front of him. You were always so strong and happy, his strength. “Oh sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong. Can I hold you?” He stepped forward, his arms partially raised to embrace you.

A sniffle and a slight nod was his answer. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He buried his face in your hair, breathing in the scent that was you, that was home. “I'm so sorry, love. You don't deserve to be made to feel like this. I wish I could undo everything I did to make you feel like you need to leave. If you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. You are too beautiful to cry like this.” His own tears started to fall again, dampening your shirt where he rested his head. “I'm so sorry.”

The two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, for minutes or an hour, you didn't know. Time seemed to stop as you both cried and held tightly to each other.

After a time, you pulled back slightly to look up at him, eyes rimmed red from crying. “I don't want to go, Max. I never wanted to leave. You promise if I come back, I won't regret it?”

He cradled your face in his hands, rubbing a thumb over your cheek. “I promise, my love. I will try my best to be home earlier from work or at least calling to let you know I can't make it home until late. I will be there for you and Alistair. I just want to give us all a better life. It's all for the two of you.”

You leaned into his touch, comforted by the warmth you had missed the past while. “We just want you. I don't need anything but you and your son when he's here. All he wants is you. Alistair loves you just the way you are, you know? He can't stop talking about how much he loves and misses you when you aren't here.” You brought up one hand to cover Max's on your cheek. “I miss you when you aren't here.”

Max couldn't speak, choked up by so much emotion. All he could do was kiss you on the forehead, praying that the kiss would convey all he was feeling, the apologies, the sorrow, the love. Everything he felt for you. “So will you stay? Will you come back home?”

You nod into his chest. “Yes, I'll come home.”

[bitchin-beskar]

Kinktober Day 1

Webcams + Maxwell Lord 904 words

The laptop chimed, alerting Max to an incoming video call. Glancing at his golden Versace watch, he frowned at the time. It was much later than the time he’d scheduled to talk to you, and it was unlike you to be so tardy. This was the only time he was going to be available during this specific business trip, and you knew that. He settled into his chair, a slight disapproving scowl on his face, and clicked the answer button. His expression quickly changed however, and his jaw dropped when the camera loaded and he saw just what awaited him on the other side of the screen.

There you were, propped up against the pillows on his king-sized bed. You wore nothing except for a sheer lace robe that he’d gifted you on a whim, the sides draped teasingly down your front, casting an illusion of modesty, while hiding absolutely nothing from his gaze. The light in the room was dim, your form illuminated only by the candles you’d placed around the bedroom. Your hands were resting innocently on your middle, but as the call connected and his face graced your computer screen, you began to trace the edges of the robe, slowly starting to pull it open.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Lord. I hope you can forgive me, but I had a few extra things to prepare for our meeting tonight.”

Max swallowed harshly, for once at a loss for words. He’d never once expected this, not in a million years. And based on your coy smirk, you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

“Shall we get started?”

All he could do was nod, eyes wide as you drew the robe open, placing your body on full display. You slowly ran your hands up your body, cupping your tits, pinching and teasing your nipples the same way Max liked to. You bit your lip, eyes boring into his as you fondled your breasts.

“Does- uh, does that feel good?” Max asked hoarsely, shifting in his chair to try and hide his discomfort. He wanted to be there with you so bad, wanted to feel your skin under his own fingertips, wanted to be the one biting your lip.

“Mmm,” you hummed, contemplatively. “Not as good as when you’re doing it.” You laughed softly at Max’s groan, eyes twinkling in the candlelight. “It never feels as good when it’s my hands, Mr. Lord.”

It was Max’s turn to bite his lip. You knew exactly what it did to him when you called him Mr. Lord, and you had no qualms about wielding that power ruthlessly.

He watched, entranced, as you slowly spread your legs, baring your pussy to him, which he could see–even through the computer–was glistening with your arousal.

“Fuck,” Max groaned. “Touch yourself, baby. I wanna hear how wet you are.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered breathily as your fingers moved to obey his order. The lightest stroke of your fingers through your folds caused your back to arch, and a pretty little moan left your parted lips. “Mmm, I’m so wet for you, Mr. Lord. S-so wet.” Your voice broke as your fingers brushed over your clit.

Max’s tenuous grasp on his self-control snapped at your gasp. Fumbling with the zipper on his trousers, he freed his cock, grasping himself with one hand, and groaning with relief. “Yes, fuck baby, keep touching yourself, just like that,” he ordered, tugging his hand up and down his shaft in a rough rhythm. 

“M-Max,” you whimpered, dropping all pretense as you finally touched yourself the way you wanted to, no longer teasing. “P-Please.” Your fingers circled your clit, moving faster and faster as you chased that high. 

Fuck, he was close, but he wanted to see you come before he found his own release. “What’s that, baby? Huh?” He growled, his free hand gripping the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “You need me to talk you through it? Is that it? Does my dirty little girl need my voice to get off?” 

Biting your lip you nodded frantically, voice catching in your throat you as you teetered right there on the edge. “Always need you–!” You finally gasped out, the wet squelching sounds of your fingers buried in your pussy audible even through the computer’s speakers. 

“Then come.” Max snarled, jaw clenched as tried to stave off his own climax. “Soak the fucking sheets, baby.”

Your sweet voice cried out his name as your back arched and your legs tensed as your whole body shook with the force of your orgasm. Your fingers kept rubbing at your clit, prolonging your climax as long as you could until you became too sensitive. 

With a rough cry of his own, Max came, his eyes fixated on your writhing form as his come spurted out onto his hand and all over his suit pants, although he found it hard to care at that moment. 

Chest heaving, you lay there on the bed, looking for all the world as though your form had been painted centuries ago by one of the old masters, you looked so exquisite. 

Max tried to catch his breath, and waited for your eyes to meet his through the webcam. When you finally did, he spoke, deadly serious. 

“I don’t care how packed my schedule is, I want to see you in the same position tomorrow night.”

[pedroshotwifey]

Wifey's Christmas Countdown Max Fics

Mommy Sub!Maxwell Lord x softdom!fem!reader - You come home to find max in a...precarious situation. You strike him a deal to help him out. (2.1k)

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Day 10: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.”- Maxwell Lord

A/N: This was requested by @rianreid​ and I really hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. I thought this was going to go one way but then it flipped and I kind of love it. Thanks for reblogging, commenting, and liking.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + some language not a whole lot 

Taglist: @josepedropascal​ @mrschiltoncat​ @mrsparknuts​ @ghostwiththemostbitch​ @zannemes​ @oldstuffnewstuff​ @yespolkadotkitty​ @heythere-mel​ @justanotherblonde23​ @artsymaddie​ @anetteaneta​ @a-seeker-of-imagination​ @maxlordsgf​

My Masterlist 

Day 10: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.”- Maxwell Lord 

The charity gala was coming to a close. Another successful event to check off on your list. You take a glass of champagne off a tray and walk over towards the balcony, stepping out and pulling your shawl closer around your shoulders as the winter chill bites at your skin. Washington D.C. is glorious in the evening, lights glittering against the darkness of the night sky, the national monuments in the distance shine under their spotlights. 

Behind you the crew begins to take down the decorations and clean up the mess leftover from the guests. You take another deep calming breath and down the rest of the champagne before turning back to the ballroom. You stop as you notice you’re not alone. 

Maxwell Lord IV the CEO of Black Gold Cooperative who hosted this party is watching you from the shadows of the doorway. You grit your teeth preparing for the onslaught of criticism you are sure to receive. Maxwell Lord is a perfectionist and runs all things in his life with order, and for the last month of planning that included you. 

“Lovely party,” he croons, pushing off the wall and walking over to the balcony. Placing a glass of expensive amber liquid on the ledge overlooking the city. “You did good work.”

“Did you just give me a compliment?” you ask incredulously. 

“I was merely making an observation, don't get ahead of yourself darling,” he turns and smirks at you as he raises the glass to his lips. 

“Of course not,” you mumble walking towards the ballroom and far away from your obnoxious employer. 

“But, if I was to give a compliment I would say something like this is the best charity gala we have held in years, and you are the reason.” 

You freeze and turn around slowly meeting his gaze. “But that’s all just hypothetical?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want the new official event planner for my company to get a big head. Or else we may have to raise the ceiling in the office.” 

Your blood pounds in your ears as you take a step closer to him, “My ego?! You want to talk about ego, then maybe you should just look in a mirror, then you will find the most egotistical ass-. Wait, official event planner?” you look down processing his words. 

He downs the rest of his drink and closes the distance between you. When you look up he is but a breath away and staring into your eyes. “Do you...do you ever think about that night?” 

You flicker from the deep brown eyes to his lips and back shaking your head and stepping away. “Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Lord but I don’t think I will be able to accept it.” 

His laugh catches you off guard and you furrow your brow in confusion, “What’s so funny?” 

“You are!” he wiggles that damn finger in the air and spins chuckling, “I am offering you a dream position and you are turning it down for what? For a mistake one late night,” his voice has a slight edge and you take a step back. 

“It wasn’t a mistake to me,” you whisper and he freezes. “That isn’t why I’m not taking the job,” you wring your hands together, “I can’t work with you, not after…” he takes a step closer and you close your mouth. 

“It wasn’t a mistake for me either.” 

“I can’t do this,” you walk around him and back over the ledge. “I can’t work for you Mr. Lord.” “Maxwell,” his voice is entirely too close and you tremble as his warmth envelopes you from behind, “call me Maxwell.” 

“Maxwell,” you let out a shiver, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “We can’t do this, I don’t...I don’t even like you.” He chuckles as he sweeps your hair over and presses his lips to your exposed shoulder. 

“Your body is telling me something different,” he coos and continues pressing open mouth kisses to your skin. Another gust of wind blows and you shudder although from his lips or the cold you don’t know. He pulls away and you drop your chin to your chest. Head snapping up as you feel his coat draped over your shoulders. 

“Come spend Christmas with me,” he wraps an arm around your waist. Turning his head to look into your wide eyes, “No one will ever have to know and if at the end of the holiday if you don’t want to continue we will never speak of it again.” 

You mull over the decision but you know your mind is already made up as you nod. He smiles and leans down to press his lips against your own, chaste. “I have to go finish up inside,” you murmur against his lips and he sighs pulling away. 

“Let’s go then,” he reaches for your hand but you pull away. 

“I still have a job to do Mr. Lord I don’t need anyone thinking I got this job because I’m sleeping with the boss,” you take off his coat and hand it back to him, leaving him speechless on the balcony. 

“Merry Christmas everyone!” you shout and the crew stops and returns the greeting, “This was a wonderful event and I am so thankful to have such wonderful teammates! You are the real stars this evening!” The crew claps and smiles, Maxwell walking to stand next to you, “Merry Christmas to all and to all- wait not you, I don’t like,” you look up at him and the room erupts into laughter. 

He glares down at you before chuckling, “Ah yes, you are very funny no? Thank you to all of you for making this an event one people will remember for years to come! Now, if you don’t mind I have a few things to discuss with our event planner and then she will come help you wrap up so you can all go home.” 

He puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you over to the hallway. You grin, thinking back to the night that started this whole mess and hoping for a repeat.

[baby-dr1ver]

okay fuck it, as a part of my 500 follower celebration(which isn’t planned out because I’m a dumbass) im going to write more pedro characters. so:

Mando

Javier

Marcus Pike

Marcus Moreno

Frankie Morales (aka daddy)

Dave York (also daddy)

Maxwell Lord

Agent Whiskey

if I miss any let me know! I’m putting out a thing as soon as I get home! Just thought I would put this quick psa out!

also: I will be updating my master list as well, so it will have all the fics I’ve written over the past month?

all the love, H

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Kinktober 2022  - Day 1

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

Wordcount: 589

Rating: E

Masterlist Kinktober 2022

Prompt List by @absurdthirst

You were waiting for him in your bedroom, the ropes you had purchased on the bed next to you when you heard the front door unlock. It took around four minutes until the bedroom door opened and Max walked in. 

“You wrote you’d be naked,” he said as he walked towards you, loosening his tie, a small smile on his lips. 

“Oh I am, beneath this robe,” you smiled back, standing up to cross your arms behind his neck, meeting his lips in a lingering kiss. 

“You’re not mad, aren’t you?” you checked in. He shook his head. 

“I want to spend more time with you. I was thinking about it before I checked my calendar and got your message. I miss you.”

“And I miss you,” you kissed him again and he pulled you closer. You sighed before you parted from him, taking a step back. He raised one eyebrow. 

“We’re gonna take a closer look at the list later to talk about the things we chose differently. But I chose Shibari for the first day. Which as of the last 49 minutes is today,” you sucked your bottom lip in. 

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. You shook your head. 

“I want to tie you up, baby,” you hummed, your finger brushing over the ropes on the bed behind you. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice an octave deeper.

“I took a class, so I’m kind of an expert,” you said smugly and he chuckled. 

“What do I have to do?” he asked and you were giddy with excitement. 

“Get naked and lay on the bed.”

“Mhhh you look pretty like this. Like a wrapped present,” you were checking the knots over his chest as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes you fell in love with. His arms were tied in many knots against his chest, his hands tied together as well. 

You were at the finishing touches towards his feet, his legs also tied together, making it close to impossible for him to move. 

He shivered as you checked the knots on his thighs, his cock already leaking with precum against his stomach. You looked up at him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slowly crawled up his body, kissing up his chest until your lips pressed to his. 

“Mhhh what do you want? Do you want me to take what I want and fuck you? Should I suck your cock? Or… maybe I could tie your cock up and jerk you off till you cum on my tits?” you hummed and he moaned.  You felt his muscles twitch and you grinned down at him. 

“You decide, baby,” he said and you nodded. 

“Good boy,” you praised and he whimpered.

You let your fingertips run down his body, your finger wrapping around his cock. 

“I want to fuck you…” you said, slowly moving your hand. 

“But I think all this practice I got in with tying up my dildo should be put to good use, don’t you agree baby?” you asked. 

“Fuck…” Max groaned. You reached for the thinner rope you had bought pulling it around his cock and he hissed. Leaning down, you kissed the tip and he twitched in your hand. 

“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this,” you teased him. 

Turns out Maxwell Lord was capable of Multi Orgasms. 

And because he was such a good boy, he could choose what you would do the next day.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Marked

Request: Maxwell spankings with his ring on so it leaves bruises 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: mention of bruises, if you have a problem with marks like this left after sex skip on by please, sub!reader, dom!maxwell, fluffy fluff because I can’t help it, guilty Maxwell, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), I think that’s all???

Word Count:1,915 

Author’s Notes: Hello readers it’s been a minute! Things have been ugh with my mental health which leaves no room for writing at all. I promised a Maxwell fic was on the way so here we are! I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed and adored!

ao3 link for story

  You knew the second the words feel from your lips and you decided to top them off with a sassy tone you were in for it. He had stopped dead in his tracks of getting ready for the event the two of you were heading to and gave you a look that you knew too well. You were very famous for not holding back and therefore got yourself in a lot of trouble with Maxwell Lord. Max and yourself had been dating for little over a year and it still came to a shock to everyone that a person like yourself was dating the asshole CEO. You held your ground with the man to a certain line but if you inched across it you paid for it in anyway that Max saw fit. He was never overly cruel and knew when to stop or let up because he does care for you and you knew damn well that he did love you.

  “Would you like to repeat that for me princess?” His tone was edged and you gulped as you looked up at his reflection behind you in the mirror.

  “No sir,” the words were soft and you gave him the best puppy dog look you could.

  “Now, now we both know that cute little face does nothing to help this case. Come here,” he motioned for you to come to him.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed already dressed in his button up shirt and trousers that matched his suit jacket. You were still lounging around in your underwear until you had finished your hair and makeup. You walked to him and stood before him your head down. His finger came up to your chin and he moved your head so that your eyes feel upon his.

  “What does something like that get you princess?” He spoke as his fingers started to dance up your sides.

  “Ten spankings sir.”

  “Very good. Come now,” he patted his leg and you laid over his lap so that your ass was sticking up for him where he could spank it perfectly. 

  “Don’t forget to count or we will have to start over.”

  “Yes sir.”

  He fixed your already fixed hair gently to the side and with one hand pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrist, locking them down with his grip and the other rubbed at your ass moving your panties that didn’t cover much out of the way to give him better access. You let out a whimper when you felt the coolness of his ring rub across your ass and knew for sure that you were going to end up with bruises. He never gave you a warning and sometimes this part would last forever, drawing it out to make you squirm even more than you were. When his hand came crashing down across your ass you let a yelp before quickly calling out the number. It repeated quickly and harshly until he reached five before he stopped to rub on your burning ass. The ring added the extra pain and honestly it was only making the experience more heightened. You were panting and wiggling slightly.

  “Be still now princess.”

  “Yes sir,” you whined out as you stilled on his lap and let out a shaky breathe.

  He once again caught you off guard crashing his hand against your ass swapping cheeks so that each got five very good hits. You counted each one and as he came crashing down, you swear harder, one last time you had to stop the tears from springing forward. He rubbed gently across your cheeks to ease the sting before pulling you up and sitting you in his lap which caused you to gasp at the fabric rubbing at the sensitive area. 

“Now let that stink be a reminder to you for the night to be on your best behavior and keep that pretty little mouth in line,” he leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead before rubbing at your back and gave you a tap of simple permission.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Very good now go. I’m ready to see you in that dress I choose for you to wear tonight.”

  You couldn't help but to match his smile as you gave him a peak on the lips and darted off to finish getting ready. 

  The entire event seemed to be a blur. You ass felt like it was on fire which was not overly unusual after Max had his way with you but this time seemed to be different. You had took a seat while Max went to talk his way through whatever deal he was working on that moment. You couldn't help but to constantly switch positions as you sipped your drink and watched the man you loved mingle around the room. You caught his eyes as he came back to you, moving his chair over closer to you.

  “You okay there princess? You like really uncomfortable,” his eyes showed concern but a playful smirk appeared.

  “Oh yes just fine. Someone just did a number on my ass a bit earlier,” you sarcastic tone was one he took like a champ but you were sure to through in your own playful look his way.

  He gave you a pointed look and before he could say another word someone else popped up to speak with him. You gave him a simple nod to show you were okay and he took off again. The event thankfully soon came to a close and the two of you headed home. You didn’t bother with a shower, your heels already off before you even entered your home. 

  “Did you succeed in what you needed to tonight my love?” You asked Max as the two of you laid in bed.

  “I did actually. Closed that deal tonight, paperwork will be all that’s left to make it official,” he gave you a smile.

  “I’m glad then,” you gave him a smile before reaching up to give him a deep kiss.

  “Get some sleep princess,” he spoke softly before kissing the top of your head.

  The next morning the sun shining just slightly through the windows stirred you awake. You looked up to see Max still fast asleep and you slowly removed yourself from his grasp and made your way to the bathroom. Little did you know the second you were out of his arms and out of his bed Max had woken up. He watched as he exited the bedroom into the bathroom your naked ass showing just what he had done to you yesterday. Max was rough with you but not many times had he ever left bruises that bad. They were already slowly growing to a shade of purple and Max’s heart feel to his stomach. He rolled himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. You were already under a hot steam of water humming softly to yourself when he stepped inside behind you.

  “Good morning my love,” you smiled as you turned to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

  The look on his face stopped you dead in your movements. He looked so upset and you felt your heartbeat pick up and your face feel.

  “What’s wrong?” 

  “I hurt you.”

  “Max what are you talking about?” Your brow furrowed in confusion.

  Max pulled the mirror off the wall he used for quick shaves in the shower and turned you around. He held it up so you could see your ass in it when you half turned. Sure enough several almost purple bruises were littered across it. You let out a small sigh. You knew it hurt but wasn’t expecting to see that and in all honestly it didn’t bother you that much. You turned and took the mirror from Max, his face so full of worry as he watched you careful.

  “My love it’s okay,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes.

  “I’ve never bruised you like that before.”

 “Max we talked about all this right off and you know it’s okay. Plus it’s a nice reminder that I belong to you and only you,” you couldn't help the small smirk that landed on your face as you reached forward and captured his lips with yours.

  The kiss at first was gentle and sweet but soon the fever became too hot and Max had you against the shower wall. His hands slid down to your hips and kneaded them roughly yearning a moan from you. His lips moved their way from your lips down your neck until he reached your breast. He pulled your nipple with his teeth causing a gasp to slip from your mouth. He treated the other one the same before he kissed down your stomach. He flipped you over and kissed along each of the bruises along you ass before moving back up. His lips landing along your back caused chills to break out all over your skin despite the heat of the water. His lips made their way back to your neck. You were already a panting mess.

  “Max please,” you looked back at him begging with not just your words but your eyes.

  “You want me right here in the shower princess?” 

  A simple nod was all you gave him. He gave you a smirk before kissing your lips deeply once more before pushing himself inside of you. He pulled your back flesh against his chest as his thrust became slow and soft. It was rare that this happened. Sex was not much different for Max than the rest of his life. It was always fast and hard but on rare occasions you would yearn the slow and steady Max, the love making Max. You loved these moments maybe slightly more than the rest so you treasured them when they came about. 

  “You love it when I go nice and slow for you don’t you princess? So you can feel ever last inch of me go deep inside and then all the way out, stretching you so perfectly for me,” his words were like honey in your ears and all you could do in return was moan and node your head.

  He reached around and slowly started to rub your clit in circles as he started to pick his pace up just a little. He never once went too hard or too fast but it was all just right. You could feel yourself climbing closer and closer as the water above you ran colder and colder. You almost jumped when Max reached around and turned the tab off before returning his fingers back to your clit.

  “Come on princess cum for me,” he growled the words in your ear and it was the last push you needed.

  You came with whimpers and soft moans. Your entire body melted into him and if it wasn’t for him you would have feel to the shower floor. You felt him follow you and then came back to hear him moan your name in your ear as he released inside of you. You both stood there for a moment almost stuck together by the moment before he pulled out. You turned around and laid back against the wall still heaving breaths. 

  “If I’m going to get that every time you mark me I may just have to let you do it more often,” you gave Max a smirk.

  “Don’t tempt me princess.”

Tagged: @jimmythegirl​ @arcadianempress​ @discogrrl​ (emotional supporter) @immundusspiritu​ @someplace-darker​ @talesfromtheguild​ @thisis-theway​ @on-the-razor-crest​ (emotional supporter) @fioccodineveautunnale​ @spookyold-saintjm​ 

[forever-rogue]

Hi! For the prompts could I please request Maxwell Lord + "it's you. it's always been you" from fluff & romance in the second prompt list? 🥰

Just some Maxwell softness. Enjoy!

Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Character Masterlist

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“What’s wrong, love?” you gently put your hand on the side of Maxwell’s face, drawing his attention back to you and away from whatever seemed to be troubling him. He offered you a small smile before shaking his head, causing a dark lock of hair to fall into his eyes, “what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” he whispered softly as you reached over and brushed the stray lock out of his eyes, “just tired.”

“You’ve had a busy week,” you agreed quietly, “and your class schedule is jam packed right now. You should rest and make sure you’re taking care of yourself too.”

“It’s the last semester,” he reminded you as you nodded; the fact that your college days were soon coming to an end was enough to terrify you and excite you all at once. But soon you would be free from the confines of the institution and onto a whole new adventure, “I wanted to make the most of it.”

“But don’t let it push you over the edge either,” you grabbed his plate and kissed the top of his head, “you’re no good if you’re running yourself ragged and worn down. I love you, Maxwell.”

“I love you too, Hermosa,” he was already reaching for one of his books to carry on studying as you set everything in the sink, “soon we’ll be out of here and into the real world and I will have everything, and I will be able to give you everything you deserve.”

“You will build an empire Maxwell Lorenzano,” you grinned at him as you flounced over back to him, putting your hand under his chin to turn your face up to meet yours, “but I already have everything I want - you. That’s all that matters to me.”

“But you deserve so much more,” he whispered as you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips, “I will give you everything.”

“As long as you’re there,” you whispered softly “I have everything.”

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You woke up with a sharp inhale as you stared at your ceiling, your heart beating wildly inside your chest. It was that same damned dream again - so sweet and happy, but just as horrid in reality. It served as a reminder that things had turned out very differently from the life you had once envisioned. 

It was all supposed to be so easy, so effortless - just you and Maxwell and whatever the world threw at the two of you. But oh - how wrong you had been. How very, very wrong. 

After graduation, it was like Maxwell had turned into a completely different person. Gone was the sweet, gentle, caring man you loved so deeply and wholly, and he was replaced with a man who barely knew - a workaholic only concerned with success, success, success. Money and making a name for himself came before everything else, and you were left to the wayside. 

It was never supposed to be that way. But life rarely worked as you’d envisioned, and while the reality was harsh and biting, it was something you came to terms with. 

You were gone one day, almost as if you were a phantom, making it appear as though you’d never existed. Every piece of you was gone from the apartment you shared, as were you. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to handle the situation, but at the same time, you’d tried to talk to Max about everything so many times, and he’d either ignored you, downplayed your concerns, or was so unpresent in the conversation that it was like talking to drywall. 

When you couldn’t handle it anymore you’d just left. Packed up your bags and left everything behind without so much as a single word - no note, no explanation, nothing. Rash? Yes. Wrong? Maybe. Needed? Yes. 

You’d never wanted things to end like this - to end up so distant and separated from the man you had once loved so desperately. And fuck - you’d still loved him, you knew you always would. But somewhere along the line things had changed and your Maxwell was no longer yours. 

But it didn’t matter - he never once looked for you or tried to come and find you, to ask why, why, why. He never came for you and you never looked back.

Just like that, everything changed. Most importantly, or perhaps worst of all, it was like neither of you had existed to the other. It hurt, but over time it got easier and easier and almost like he never existed.

But of course he had. Of course you'd loved him. Of course you still did. You always would, even if he didn't know it.

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“Alistair?" you asked as he sat at the table, coloring away with a little frown etched onto his, "what's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Daddy was supposed to be here half an hour ago," he was dismissive as he started down at his paper, "he said he'd pick me up since he has time with his new job."

"He's probably just running late bub," you promised him, ruffling his dark hair, "it happens! Do you want to play a game or go outside? Its just the two of us left and we can do whatever we want!"

"Can we play on the jungle gym?" his eyes lit up as you nodded, watching in amusement as he packed up his bag. You'd always liked him, feeling more drawn to him than a lot of the other kids in your after school daycare. You'd never met his father; it had always been a nanny up until now, sent when he was with his mother or father. Looks like things were changing...maybe he wouldn't need daycare much longer. The thought made you sad for a moment...you really like the young boy and enjoyed his company. But that could all be figured out later; or now you were just going to enjoy his company.

"Come on," he called for you, holding out his hand for you. Nodding, you eagerly went over to him, taking his smaller hand in yours and letting him lead you outside. It was beautiful outside, and you took a large breath to take in some of the fresh air.

Alistair eagerly hopped on one of the swings, and it felt so natural for you to go and help him swing. He was such a fun, energetic child and his enthusiasm was infectious.

Even though he was a young boy still, he was wise beyond his years and spoke of anything and everything that crossed his mind. There wasn't a single dull moment behind the two of you, and before you knew it, the sun had started to go down and was painting the sky in brilliant crimsons and oranges.

"Alistair!" a warm voice called out to the boy and his face instantly pulled into a large grin. You slowed the swinging and let him jump off as he ran at the approaching figure. Remaining behind, you let the two of them have their moment. He held his son tightly, pressing kisses to the side of his you heard him say, "hi baby - I'm so sorry I'm late!"

"Its okay, Daddy," he said as the man set down again, but not before taking his father's hand and leading him over to you, "I was worried at first, but we've been playing and having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad," he beamed at this son. As the man came closer, you couldn't help but think that he sounded familiar. But then, as he stopped in front of you with Alistair at his side, your jaw dropped as you were sure your heart stopped. At the same time, the man mirrored your actions before his dark eyes widened, "Hermosa?"

"Maxwell?" this couldn't be happening. No, no, no - out of all the people in the world...surely Maxwell couldn’t really be standing in front of you. Except...this Maxwell was not quite the man you once knew. Gone were the well loved and worn clothes, replaced by much finer garments. Out where the dark locks you use to love to run your fingers through; instead they were golden strands. Missing was the silly little imperfect smile you adored, replaced by only the best money could buy. 

But underneath the shiny exterior, you knew those eyes, along with that singular dimple that appeared when he smiled. He shook his head in amusement, amazed by this stroke of fortune as he held his hand out to you, "hi - wow that feels so wrong to say. Not quite good enough for the moment...but hi."

"Hi," you breathed back as you took his hand and shook it. The simple contact was enough to send shivers up and down your spine; even after all these years, his touch was ever the same, "I..umm...I had no idea you were his father. His last name…"

"Its the same as mine," he said as you gave him a surprised look but didn't question him. Somewhere along the line, Maxwell Lorenzano became Maxwell Lord. You wondered what else had changed...judging by looks alone, apparently many things were different now.

"Ahh," you said softly, the realization that he must have changed his name at some point hitting you. It was a momentary sadness as you realize what it meant; but it was no matter. What mattered was he here in the flesh and had been back in your life and you hadn't even known it, "I...umm...I guess I should let you both go. Don't want to get home too late."

"Of course," he said with a soft smile as he picked up his son again, "thanks for keeping him later - it won't happen again. New job and it ran late."

"Not a problem," you reassured him, "Alistair is a wonderful kid and we had a lot of fun. I guess I'll see you around, Maxwell. And you too, kiddo. See you tomorrow!"

"Good night," they chimed in unison as they started to walk away, stopping for a moment to grab his things before heading off.

You were positive you heard the big sleepily mumble onto his father's shoulder, "do know her?"

You had to turn around and hide your own grin, not wanting to get caught up in your excitement. It meant nothing, you kept trying to tell yourself, none of it meant anything. Sheer, simple continence was all it was.  But still...you had a lot of questions - when did he get married and have a son? What happened to his appearance? Who was he now?

Either way, it was all said and done and you were relative strangers. Your paths had diverged many years ago and yet...somehow life has brought you back tomorrow. Maybe it meant something after all…

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The next couple of weeks were spent with many visits from Maxwell, none of which you minded of course. He was often on time to pick Alistair up, but would linger and talk to you. In some ways it was like no time at all had passed, and the conversation was easy and flowing, and despite the golden outer layer, you still saw the boy you'd fallen in love with.

It was easy like this, getting to know him again, and in some ways you felt like no time had passed. You learned about the ups and downs of his own life, more about his marriage and divorce, about his struggle to become everything he had dreamed - all while reassuring him that he was okay, and he would always be okay. But, he was eager to remind you, the best part of his life, the shining beacon, would always be his son. And it was easy to see how much he adored the boy. 

In turn, you’d told him all about your own life that you had created. That it was modest and lacked what most people would consider grandeur, but you still loved it. He listened to you, hanging onto every word as he felt like that same dopey college kid that had fallen head over heels for you. Gods, he had missed you, even when he hadn’t realized it. If only things would have been slightly different and...but it was no matter. You were here now and so was he, and really that was the only thing that mattered to the two of you. 

“Hermosa?” he had been halfway through walking out the door with Alistair hanging onto his hand. You turned and raised an eyebrow at him, indicating for him to go on, “would you...do you want to go to dinner sometime?”

“Yes,” you answered softly, unable to fight the giant grin on your face, “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Great,” he seemed relieved as the nervous look left his face, quickly replaced by one of joy, “it’s a date...I’ll call you later.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“What?” you asked as you found Maxwell watching you closely, a smile pulling up the corners of his mouth as he reached over and put his hand on your face. You leaned into his touch as your eyes fluttered closed, “Maxwell…”

“Hermosa,” his voice was gentle and still thick with sleep as he leaned over and nuzzled his nose against yours, “go back to sleep. It’s still early.”

“That’s what I was doing,” you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest as your tangled your legs with his, “but I’ve got someone staring at me and it’s kind of hard to stay asleep under such a watchful gaze.”

“Can one not admire such great beauty?” he asked quietly before pressing a kiss to your forehead and closing his own eyes once again, “everything I love is right here in my arms...and down the hall. Forgive me for being happy.”

“I’m happy too, Maxwell,” you promised, feeling like your heart might burst with joy, “I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “it’s always been you. Even if it took some time to realize that. Now, rest and get some sleep. You were up last night…”

“I wonder why!” you laughed as he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, “no complaints though - never.”

“Good,” he grinned against your lips, “now sleep, Hermosa. The world can wait.”

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Never Doubt Our Love

A/N: This one here is for my babes @maxlordsgf in response to a rude troll calling her a bitch. Because her love is Maxwell Lord, I had to write a fic about him comforting a lover after reading cruel things online about their relationship. So, modern day!Maxwell here, but really the only thing that makes it so is the mention of a laptop. I love you, Rach darling!!

Warnings: Mention of mean online article. Crying reader. Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Modern day Maxwell x f!reader

Maxwell Lord entered the home he shared with his beloved girlfriend after a hard day at work. “Darling, I'm home!” He called out, listening for your answer. But you didn't reply. He knew you were home. It was your day off and you had planned to stay home and work around the house some. “Darling? Where are you?” He called out again.

This time, he heard he soft sound of sobs coming from the master bedroom. Max rushed to the room, hating the idea of you being distressed. The sight that greeted him broke his heart. You were sitting on the bed, laptop open in front of you, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body shook with the force of trying to muffle your sobs.

“Sweetheart?” Max slowly approached you, sitting beside you and pulling into an embrace. “What's wrong, my sweet?”

You shook your head, hiding your face in your lover's chest. You tightly gripped his shirt, most likely causing it to wrinkle, but Max couldn't care less about the shirt in that moment. His heart, the light of his life (besides his beloved son Alistair), was in pain and he didn't know why. He said nothing and ran a hand through your hair, cooing softly to try and calm you down enough to speak.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, your sobs subsided enough that you were able to speak. “I was browsing the internet and found an article about us. Well, more about wondering why you are with someone like me.” You hiccupped, fresh tears falling. “I don't understand why they can't just leave us alone. Just leave me alone. I know that we'll be in the spotlight due to your successful business, but why do they have to be so cruel?”

Max took that moment to glance at the laptop screen still lit up. The article titled “True Love? Or Blackmail? The Oil Tycoon and the Bitch” flashed bright on the screen. He snarled and snapped the laptop shut. Later, he would deal with the slander. Right now, you were his main concern. “My love, pay no attention to their words. We know what they say is untrue. Alistair knows it's all lies. Anyone who believes such drivel doesn't matter and has no place in our lives. People are mean, but never doubt our love. Now, how about a nice hot bath and then an early night?” He caressed your face, wiping your tears away. “We can even watch that show you like so much.”

You nodded, hiccupping again. “Yes, please.”

Max kissed your forehead and let you go to draw a bath for the two of you. When the tub was filled and your favorite candles were lit, giving the bathroom a soft and soothing ambiance, he returned to you. “Come on, my love. Your bath awaits.” He held out his hand and bowed deeply, drawing a slight giggle from you at his antics. He straightened and smiled at you. “There's that smile I fell in love with.”

You wiped at your eyes and smiled again at Max. “Thank you, Max, for all of this. I know that I should be used to this being in the spotlight, but it caught me by surprise, I guess.” You stood and took his offered hand, gasping slightly when he pulled you into his chest.

“Never apologize for that, Darling. They are in the wrong and they will soon realize that they cannot get away with publishing such slanderous drivel against you. Now, forget all about that article and relax with me, okay?” He kissed you chastely.

You nodded, letting him pull you into the bathroom. Needless to say, Maxwell Lord made sure to drive any thoughts of what you read online from your mind quite thoroughly.