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taintandviolent · 8 months ago

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Knockout ; Max Cooperman x Reader

summary: Max Cooperman is cute. Like, really cute. When reader has a chance to flirt with him at one of his fights, she does. Hard. Underneath that cocky exterior, Max is still a dork, and doesn't know how to handle her flirting. Sloppy bathroom sex ensues.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 2.1K | semi-public sex, bathroom sex, blowjobs, fingering, unprotected sex (female receiving).

a/n: requested by anonymous! I hope this is what you had in mind and it lives up to the expectations!!! not beta-read, so if anything sounds doofy, just pretend it doesn't. divider by @/strangergraphics!!

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You were here solely because your friend knew one of the guys fighting - otherwise this event was pretty hush-hush, being hosted in some warehouse that you nearly got lost on the way to. For being a secret fight though, the turnout was pretty decent. But that? That was irrelevant. In all honesty, you only cared about one person being in attendance; Max Cooperman. And you had eyes on him at that very moment. He was standing in the ring, microphone in hand.

You couldn't believe you were seeing him up close and personal and couldn’t control the butterflies that fluttered in your tummy. You’d gotten a front row standing spot, so you could get your fill of him. His boyish dark blonde curls, dark brown eyes, utterly kissable lips… You'd only ever seen him at parties, mingling with whatever girl was the choice of the night - which, regrettably, was never you. But, to be fair, you never put yourself on the market. He was the cutest guy you'd seen in high school, then college, and as the college parties continued, the obsession with him grew stronger and stronger.

As Max spoke, jovially announcing the fighters, you bit down on the pillowy cushion of your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his face. He was clearly in his element, feeling like the center of attention, and the confidence oozed from his pores. You were like putty in his hands, and he hadn't even said a word to you yet. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, and intentionally exposing your cleavage to him. Out of the corner of his eye, the tantalizing flash of flesh pulled his attention away from the crowd.

His brown eyes flitted to your breasts, away and then immediately flashed up to your face. You were still biting down on your lip, which, all things considered, probably looked very suggestive to him. Max grinned and that dorky smile sent a bolt of arousal straight to your cunt. You let out a little mewl, and crossed your legs, bringing his gaze to your crotch, where they lingered for just a second before darting away, finishing his spiel.

"Any questions?"

"Yeah!" You cupped your hands around your mouth, amplifying your voice. "I have a question for you, Max!"

His attention turned back to you for the second time, a knowing look plastered on his face. You were up to something, and he felt it. For a moment, he was worried you were going to embarrass him. Inside, the butterflies beat ruthlessly in his stomach.

"Are you single?!" You shouted up at him, jerking your chin up once to emphasize the question. Members of the small crowd began jeering at him, hollering in response. Flustered, his soft cheeks were flushed, dark eyes flitting between you and the rest of the crowd. You mouthed, 'You're hot' and flashed him a bright, confident smile.

You could immediately tell that he was flustered. Nervously, he brought the mic back to his lips and muttered, "Y-yeah! Alright uhh -- let's go! And don't forget to subscribe to our YouTube channel! We livestream all the fights there and announce events. So... do that!"

"Hey..."

"Hey," you replied, looking deep into his eyes. They were so dark, yet so warm and inviting.

With one hand, you shoved him back against the wall. He stumbled slightly, looking surprised by your sudden motion. "Hoh' shit..." Max looked down at your hand as it trailed down his chest.

"I want you, baby." With that, you smashed your lips against his neck, sucking the salty flesh into your mouth. Max gave way immediately, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you. Brows knitting together, he whimpered, hands blindly feeling for your jean-clad hips. Once he found them, he gripped them hard, pulling himself against you. He was already getting hard? You sniggered against his neck.

"What!?" He hissed.

Leaning away at the chest, you looked at him, quirking a brow. "You've already got a boner..."

Max bumped his head against the wall, scrunching up in his face in embarrassment. After a moment, he opened his eyes and found yours, looking hard into them. "Well, yeah, I mean to be fair, I've got a hot babe - a knockout - in front of me, sucking on my neck like Nosferatu or something."

You nodded, sucking in the corner of your bottom lip. "A knockout? Really?" That was cheesy. You were being purposefully coy and you both knew it. You pressed your body back against his, 'hmm'ing' into his neck before picking back up with the kisses. Your hand found his crotch, rubbing at the stiff bulge that met it. Max ground his hips against your palm, forcing friction and more pressure. He was so whiny, whimpering like a little bitch underneath you -- but you loved it. It drove you forward as you teasingly stroked his cock outside his jeans.

Max abruptly took hold of your shoulders, panting heavily. He searched your mischievous expression, looking for permission. Your gaze was lust-blown and woozy, but you managed to smile at your handiwork; his neck was covered in little crimson spots. By tomorrow, there'd be no hiding them. He wavered, looking back towards the clearing; the fight was underway, and he never missed a fight, but.... his cock ached. So bad. He wasn't going to kill the vibe and turn you down. No way.

"C'mon. In here." Max opened a door to his right, and tugged you inside. It was a small bathroom, just a toilet and a sink. Bare bones, but you'd expect nothing less from a warehouse restroom. Besides, interior decor wasn't the focus -- getting Max Cooperman to put his hands all over you was.

For a minute, he just stared at you, his back against the door, looking stupid and confused at what he should do. You couldn’t help but laugh, an airy giggle tumbling off your lips.

“What, don’t know how to take a girl flirting with you? Don’t tell me it doesn’t happen often…”

Max shrugged boyishly, looking sheepish. “Usually, I’m not the focus but uh… that’s not to say that I don’t get ass… I do…”

“Uh-huh,” you teased. “Sure.”

“No, really, I do.”

“Well, you’re gonna’ get some right now.”

Without another word, you sank to your knees, your hands on the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers nimbly undid the buttons and zip, letting his pants fall to his ankles. The outline of his cock in his briefs was a sight to behold; the little spot of precum that had darkened the fabric was an even better one.

“Already leaking, huh? He wants to fuck…”

At your words, Max whined with an open mouth, bumping his head against the back of the door, his fists clenched at his side. You smiled, and peeled his briefs down slowly. His cock sprang free in your face, heavy and flushed. You were delighted by the sight, and pressed your lips against the velvet soft head. The slick glossed your lips, and the boy above you was already writhing, adjusting his legs and thrusting his hips closer to your mouth.

Pulling away, you let out another little giggle through closed lips. “You like that? You want me to suck your dick, Max?”

Breathlessly, he looked down at you and nodded, begging you with his dark brown eyes and open mouth. You gazed up at his face and inched towards his cock, tongue out like a landing strip. The head hit your tongue first, sliding back against the wetness. His precum was salty, but you craved the taste of it and began bobbing your head back and forth, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat. It flexed on the tip of it, sending a shockwave through Max’s body. He started moving with you, dumbly thrusting his hips into your mouth. Max watched as your throat took his cock masterfully, clenching around it every time it hit the back.

“Fuck, oh my god…. Oh my god.” One of his hands found the back of your hand, fingers entangling in your hair. He pulled slightly, guiding you back and forth at a speed that he wanted. The muscles in his abdomen flexed, chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. His cock ached bad, and the way your tongue massaged the vein underneath had him quivering against the door. Sweat streamed down from his hairline, dampening his curly locks.

Watching this erotic visual above you, the corners of your mouth turned upwards and you took hold of his dick with one hand, pumping at the base, milking him onto your tongue. You slurped and sucked at his cock, pulling desperate whines from his throat. After a few moments, sticky with precum, you pulled away and swallowed. Max could hardly hold himself up at that point, and shakily lifted his head to look down at you.

“Wh-wha, why’d you stop? Don’t stop…”

You smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with your middle finger. “You wanna’ fuck me?”

Max hesitated, his brain foggy with lust. You reached for his hand, pulling it towards your jean skirt. Standing on your tiptoes, you walked your legs out just enough to allow his hand between them, and pressed his fingertips against your wet, throbbing cunt. The fabric of your underwear was saturated, and immediately, his fingers began moving, stroking your slit with an instinctive hunger.

“Oh fuck, you’re so…”

“Wet? Yeah. So, do you wanna’ do it? C’mon, quickly.” You snapped your fingers in front of your face. The sound seemed to pull him away from his pussy-touching trance and he nodded, slowly at first. He kept nodding, faster as you walked over to the sink.

You bent over the sink, exposing your ass cheeks to him. Your skirt was short enough that all Max had to do was pull your frilly pink thong to the side, and slip in. Which he did, holding his cock with one hand and your hips with the other. He lined up, breached your entrance with his squishy, hot tip, and sank all the way in, letting out a husky groan as he did.

Your walls clenched around him, heat enveloping his cock as he pumped in and out a few times, watching intently. Your cunt was drenched, and the slick coated him, providing no friction as he fucked you. No longer needing to hold onto his cock, his hands found the curve of your shoulders to use as leverage for his thrusts. Behind you, Max whined, rutting his strong hips against you.

Moaning loud as you bounced on his cock, you tilted your head back, hair falling in his face. Max inhaled your scent, addicted to the sweet floral scent of your shampoo. Never thinking that he’d be fucking in the bathroom of the warehouse, Max’s tummy was in knots, tightening further with each thrust.

“I’m gonna’...”

You forced him to bottom out, wiggling your ass against his groin. The action made his breath hitch in his throat, looking down at the fullness of your ass cheeks as they swept across his skin. You were so hot, and it drove him crazy.

“Fuck, FUCK!” Without warning, Max exploded, his cock twitching inside you, painting your walls with white heat.

“Finger me,” you said, chest heaving. Your orgasm was close, you needed just a little more.

Max withdrew his cock, and turned you around, so that your ass was resting on the edge of the sink. He replaced his cock with two of his fingers, and leaned forward to kiss you. Your mouths connected in a sloppy, wet kiss as his digits pumped into your cunt fast, curling upwards to hit the spongy flesh of your G-spot. You sucked in a breath, and exhaled expletives into his mouth as you came around his fingers, leaking out onto his hand.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh my god…..”

“Holy shit,” Max said, watching you. As your cunt clenched around his digits, you rolled your hips against his hand, pushing his fingers in as far as they could go. After a few moments, he pulled out, and in the mirror, you saw him bring his middle and ring fingers – the ones that had just been embedded in your pussy – to his mouth. He sucked them clean.

“That was fucking hot…” You whispered, laughing.

“Yeah, no kiddin’.”

“Guess you should get back to your fight, huh? See who won?”

“Shit… yeah, I guess so.”

Max left the bathroom first, while you cleaned up. You smiled to yourself in the mirror, pleased with what had just transpired. Mission accomplished.

#Max Cooperman #Max Cooperman x you #Max Cooperman x reader #Never Back Down #Never Back Down 2 #myfics #Evan Peters

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editfandom · 4 months ago

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NEVER BACK DOWN, 2008 | Evan Peters as Max Cooperman

#never back down icons #evan peters icons #max cooperman icons #never back down #evan peters #max cooperman #icons #movies icons #filmes icons

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lostreverb · 5 months ago

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SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS / HEADCANONS ABOUT MAX COOPERMAN

just realized that aside from jake, most of max's relationships with people were either superficial or transactional which he probably just thought was normal growing up as a rich kid who was a "loser" learning that ppl only liked him when he had something to give them.

of course, when he was younger everyone loved to go to his birthday parties b/c his parents were loaded and they always planned something extravagant to try and make up for the fact they were never really around but, as he got older his parents stopped really caring to put on those parties. after that, no one bothered to give max any attention or befriend him unless they saw his wealth as something useful, or just brought him around so he could be the butt of the joke. and the second they got what they wanted from him they discarded him. being the kind-hearted and naive boy he is, he doesn't really fully grasp it until after ryan beats him to a pulp. he brushes off what happens but it honestly profoundly affects him from then on.

he thought ryan was a friend but turns out he was just being taken advantage of, his parents didn't care to come see him in the hospital despite how serious his condition was, and jake, the only genuine friend he ever had, ends up leaving (prolly bc college) and max later refers to him in passing as "a guy i brought up back in the day" which hints that they likely don't talk anymore.

so college starts. a fresh slate. max guards himself with this macho (with a very small hint of being an asshole) persona. he's got a leadership position as the RA of his floor, got two nerdy "friends" that are very reminiscent of ryan and his guys (remember when they snicker along with him at mike?), and a semi-famous reputation online. he loses weight the summer before college and decides to stop fighting (probably caused by the trauma from ryan) but we see he uses hand grips so even he definitely wants to keep himself strong for his physique and to protect himself. though max is still fairly lean which is likely an insecurity for him. the last thing he ever wants to be seen as is a dork.

let's not even talk about how being conditioned like this affects his views on women and relationships. first off in highschool he only gets attention from baja's friends b/c of his association with jake, then in college he gets all this attention because he's "attractive" now and has this cool car, dorm and fame due to the fighting videos + promotions. he's (mostly) only ever made out with drunk women at parties or events that just throw themselves at him but it never goes further than that.

he likely has made himself believe that he should think of women as prizes (again as awful as ryan was max kind of molds his new self with his influences subconsciously. he had the kind of attention, the girls, the intimidation factor max aspires to have), but if a girl were to ever genuinely like him it would fry his brain. he wouldn't understand the idea of someone wanting to spend time with him, even if he wasn't really doing anything. to intently listen to him and partake in his interests. or how much happier you'd look after just going on a walk around campus with him vs. when he bought you jewelry or flowers.

it left him with a feeling he only experienced once before when jake saved him, and went after ryan.

it just clicks for him like-

oh. this is how it feels to be genuinely cared for.

it's not soon after he realizes that you tell him you love him for the first time, while cuddling in bed (he's sure his mother used to say it to him when he was younger but he honestly can't really remember anymore-- the most communication he has with his parents now is the deposits into his bank account).

once the door closes, and you've left for your classes.. he feels the lingering heat of your lips, your words echoing in his head and the way you looked at him...

and he cries.

#goddamnit i made myself cry again #im sorry I've been talking to a max bot these few days and my heart breaks for him #guys im so evil idk why i did this #MAX COOPERMAN I WILL GIVE YOU THE LOVE YOU DESERVE #AHHHHH #someone SOMEONE PLS TELL HIM THAT HE'S LOVED JUST AS WHO HE IS #evan peters #evan peters fandom #never back down #max cooperman #max cooperman x reader #this is honestly just a poorly written ramble idk

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double-features · 4 months ago

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CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

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Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

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“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

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To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

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7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

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scrumptiousstuffs · 12 days ago

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The Heart Killers Group OST - Never Back Down

05/02/2025

#ohhhh can’t wait!#khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #joong archen #dunk natachai #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #joongdunk #the heart killers #thk ost #never back down

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gingerteafairy · 4 days ago

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Max Cooperman x yandere!reader? I beg🙏

You can choose the plot, I’m good with or without smut!! Thank you so much🫶

oh how i love writing weird yandere reader

𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦

tags n warnings: college!max, max cooperman x reader, yandere!reader, huge joe goldberg vibes, obsession, stalking, jealousy, brief smut to context. word count: 4.6k masterlist

You held the camera in front of your face, fingers pressed firmly against the shutter button, as dozens of expressions from Max Cooperman were captured in the span of just a few moments. It wasn’t your intention to be a stalker—far from it. You’d always had a passion for photography and physical activities. You were at a party, but not exactly to have fun. Not that your dream was to become a photographer—no, that wasn’t the focus of your life—but there was one dream that lingered. A dream that involved a name.

Max Cooperman.

Another click. You were almost hypnotized by the way he posed, effortlessly shifting between expressions, and, in a brief moment of reflection, you found yourself wondering how he could be so perfect and, at the same time, so... mysterious. It was curious how Max always seemed to photograph everyone around him, yet never appeared in the photos of others. He never allowed himself to be captured on camera, but you... you couldn’t look away. Just look at him—how he smiled, how his eyes sparkled, how he became the center of attention without even trying.

He was the type of person who made your heart race in a disorienting way. You’d look at him, and it felt as though your own heartbeat was reflected in his eyes. And no one shares their heart, right? The heart is a precious secret, something kept deep inside, silent, beating only for you. And that’s exactly how you felt: you needed to keep Max to yourself. You didn’t want to share that feeling. You couldn’t. The love letters you sent him weren’t silly—they were your heart.

And there she was, a girl near him, acting like she had some claim over his smile, over the charming gestures that he should reserve only for you. For a moment, a surge of jealousy washed over you, but you swallowed it down. She made him smile, yes. The most beautiful smile you had ever seen—the smile you had mentally captured, the smile that now lived in your heart and mind.

You watched him stand up with the girl, heading toward the back door. Oh no, this was happening—the very thing you feared. Your only option was to follow, carefully, so you wouldn’t get caught. You scanned the club one last time before slipping out, everyone too absorbed in their own lives or drunk enough to notice. Moving quietly through the hallway, you made your way to the alley behind the club. It was too dark for anyone to see you, and perhaps too dark for Max to see anything either. They started talking, and you remained silent.

“C’mon. Hurry up!” She hissed, the sounds of clothing mixing with the air, Max was taking off his pants at this point, since he was the only one you could see, the girl didn’t matter, she was just a blur.

“Okay, here goes,” he muttered, soon grunting afterward. Damn, that went in and from the sound of it, she was wet, so wet. “Shit, man… That feels so good.”

“Shut up and fuck me, shit,” she grunted, meowing as she felt Max increase his speed, the sound of thrusts camouflaging themselves in that dark alley. Your heart was pounding loudly, your mouth was dry as sand as you listened to all of that.

Your insides began to burn, feeling an immense urge to touch yourself as you watched all of that, thinking that you were that girl. You were the one who should be there, not that brainless idiot. You were so much better, you were perfect for him.

“Fuck, the picture,” you muttered to yourself, but no. That moment shouldn't be recorded, just felt. Your hand went to your panties, which were already terribly soaked, moving them aside to touch yourself, imitating the rhythm of Max's thrusts.

“Shit, shit, I'm going to cum,” Max warned, increasing the pace, squeezing the woman's hips, who was moaning so ridiculously loudly, she sounded like a vulgar porn star. She was so fake, so stuck up.

“Yes, yes. Oh, me too,” she moaned, in one last scream, she came undone, breathing loudly. You felt Todd cum at the same time as you. More proof that you were made for each other.

Soon, the sound of clothes moving returned and you shrank your body again, ears attentive to what would happen next.

“It was good, wasn't it, Alex?” He breathed, throwing the condom in the trash that was next to it and putting his belt back on, fixing the hair that was stuck to his forehead.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking kill you, loser” she growled, finishing organizing her dress. The clicks of high heels were heard and you despaired, going back into the club and looking for the exit to leave that place. If anyone found out, you were in deep trouble.

Your heart was racing, you grabbed a drink before leaving to quench your thirst and position yourself at the exit. It was empty, almost eerie outside, unlike the internal battle inside you. You looked at the camera that was hanging around your neck. Shit, you should have taken a picture of that Alex, you would have had a really good chat with her later. How dare she feel ashamed of having sex with the best man in the world? Bitch.

The next day, the sound of footsteps and conversations echoed through the college hallways, but everything seemed distant as you watched Max walk away with his friends. His locker stood empty, a silent invitation for another letter. Your hands were sweating as you held the decorated envelope, your heart pounding against your ribs. Every move you made was meticulously planned, from the scent you’d sprayed on the paper to the way you folded the edges to make it look casual, yet intimate.

You held your breath as you slipped the letter through the gap in his locker, as if it were a secret whispered into the air. But before you could pull away, you heard familiar footsteps approaching. Max. Your spine tingled as you realized he was coming back, accompanied by Jake. In a quick reflex, you pressed yourself against the nearest wall, your body rigid, your fingers clutching the cold metal of the nearby locker.

"Hey, remember those letters you were sending me?" Max's voice was light, almost playful. You peeked around the corner, your heart racing as you saw him holding the freshly placed envelope.

Jake grabbed the paper, frowning as he unfolded it. A subtle shimmer of glitter escaped the crease, landing on his fingers.

“Your secret admirer?” Jake murmured, reading the impeccable handwriting. The soft perfume you’d chosen seemed to cling to the air around them.

Max, you're so perfect it hurts. I want to eat your heart to always have you with me. I know it sounds weird, but you're the most perfect person in the world. XOXO, your secret admirer.

"Exactly. It seems like it's getting worse," Max laughed, taking the letter back and spinning it between his fingers. "Before, it was just stuff like ‘you’re so handsome’ or ‘so smell good.’ Now, it’s all this glittery stuff and whatnot. Not that I’m complaining, it’s kinda cute."

Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “It’s creepy.”

Max shrugged, folding the letter carefully before tucking it into his backpack. "I have a feeling. You can’t ignore these things."

"Or it could be a two-meter butcher," Jake shot back, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

Heat rushed to your face, your chest constricted by a mix of shame and adrenaline. You had to get out of there before they noticed you. You hurried toward the beginning of the corridor, trying to look casual, your gaze fixed on the floor as though nothing had happened.

"I’d love to have a weirdo to call my own," Max said with a grin, closing his locker.

Jake let out a heavy sigh. “That’s messed up, man.”

And then, out of nowhere—

“Whoa, is that an EOS Rebel?”

The voice came so close that the shock made you freeze mid-step. Your muscles stiffened, your eyes wide before they slowly turned toward the source of the sound.

Max Cooperman.

Talking to you.

The air in your lungs felt heavy, as though they had been emptied and forgotten to refill. He was so close now, you could see the smallest details—the sparkle in his eyes, the nonchalant way he held the strap of his backpack, the half-smile that always seemed a little mischievous.

You pressed the camera against your chest as though it were your only anchor in that moment.

“Ah… yeah,” you managed to murmur, your voice betraying the wave of nervousness spreading through your body.

He smiled, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “Can I see it?”

Max smiled that little half-smile, as if trying to recall something, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Oh, I knew I’d seen you before,” he said, snapping his fingers as if he’d just connected the dots. “You always sit further back, right?”

You froze. His words felt like a bucket of cold water, making you swallow hard. Your heart raced. He’d seen you somewhere? You’d been so distracted, following him for so long without realizing it—you must have been more obvious than you’d thought. Had he seen you at that ice cream shop? Or at the gym? Did he know how much you watched him?

Your heart skipped a beat. He had noticed. Even if it was just a simple observation, the fact that Max knew where you usually sat sent a wave of heat through your chest.

“Yeah, I like to be somewhere I can observe everything,” you replied, tightening your grip on the camera.

He pointed to the camera with curiosity. “So, you like photography?”

You nodded, trying to steady your breath. “Yeah. I like capturing moments, you know? Things that no one else notices.”

Max tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glimmering with interest. “That’s pretty cool. Bet you have some insane photos.”

“Ah… a few,” you said, briefly averting your gaze.

His smile widened, full of natural charm. “You know, I’ve always wanted to learn more about photography, but I never had the patience. Maybe you could teach me one day.”

Your legs almost buckled under you at that moment. The idea of spending time with him, being by his side without having to hide in the shadows, made your heart race even faster.

“I… I’d love to,” you responded before your insecurity could stop you.

Max winked at you, amused. “It’s a date, then.”

Before you could reply, Jake called out to him from the other end of the hall. Max gave you one last look before walking away, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

“See you around, photographer.”

You stood there, holding the camera as if it were a shield against reality. Your face was hot, your heart racing. He had spoken to you. He wanted to learn something from you.

And then, as if he had just remembered something, Max stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned back toward you, his eyes gleaming with recognition.

“Wait,” he said, pointing at you with a smile. “You were in the audience at the fight competition! You posted the photos on the college bulletin board. You have an incredible eye for photography. No one’s ever taken such a good photo of me. In fact, no one’s ever taken a photo of me.”

Your chest tightened with the memory. Max was talking about the photos you took during the competition, the same ones you sent to the college newspaper. That night, you barely took your camera off him. Every movement, every expression of focus and adrenaline, you captured it all, freezing the intensity of that moment.

You smiled, relieved, the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders. “Wow, it’s… thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide your shyness as you tucked the camera away. Even with the compliment, you still felt a bit of anxiety that he might notice some mistake in the photos. “It was just a few photos. A silly hobby, nothing special.”

“Oh, come on,” Max laughed, shaking his head, his mischievous grin making your heart skip. “You’re great. You’re professional, really. I bet if you sold your photos, you’d make some serious cash. Can you give me some tips?”

Your mind went blank. You were so stunned by the request that your body couldn’t react, but your face immediately turned warm. Your brain seemed to short-circuit, and the only thing you managed to do was nod. If you opened your mouth, you’d probably shout and leap into his arms so hard that he’d lose his breath.

“Thanks, then,” Max said, smiling as he held up his hand for a high five. You quickly returned it, his touch burning your skin in a way that made you grin from ear to ear. “You free on Saturday?”

“Saturday?” You repeated, still trying to process what had just happened. The feeling of his touch made your mind spin.

“Yeah, is that good for you to teach me?” He adjusted his voice, focusing entirely on you as if there was no one else in the world. He was speaking just to you.

“Yeah, perfect!” You lit up, your face shining with pure happiness. “How about that ice cream shop that sells pistachio and mint?”

Max’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “I love that place,” he smiled, the surprise mixed with excitement. “I’ll see you there. Be careful on your way home.”

“Thanks… Max...” You waved, watching him walk away with his hands on his backpack. From that moment on, being just a secret admirer wasn’t enough anymore.

On Saturday, the lesson with Max went well, except for a few moments when you found yourself more captivated by his face than the photos he was showing you. Every expression of focus, every laugh when he messed up an adjustment—it all felt too fascinating to look away from. But other than that, everything went smoothly, going wonderfully well.

The lessons started becoming regular—what was once weekly became every three days, until they were daily. The ice cream shop wasn’t always open, so Max’s house became the go-to place. The first time he suggested it, you almost had to hold back from looking too excited. Now, it had become a habit.

While you were organizing some things in the college courtyard, you heard familiar footsteps approaching. Before even looking, a smile was already playing on your lips.

“Hey, Max.”

He returned the smile before pulling you into a hug. You felt the warmth of his body, the firm but relaxed touch, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His face was close enough that you noticed a new detail—the different scent. He had changed soap. It was woodier now, less citrusy, but still perfectly suited to him. You allowed yourself to savor the moment for a second longer than you should have.

“So, how’s it going?” Max asked as he pulled back, still maintaining a close, almost conspiratorial gaze. “Lesson today at my place?”

You nodded, trying not to show too much enthusiasm, even though your mind was racing, imagining the afternoon with him.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you at the usual time.”

“Great, xoxo!” You waved again, holding your backpack and feeling a sparkle in your eyes. As you walked home, your steps felt lighter.

Everything was so perfect. You had truly become friends with him. It was no longer a distant dream, a fantasy fed by secret letters. Now, Max reached out to you, texted you, eagerly awaited the meetups. He even stopped hanging out with other girls, without ever saying anything about it, but the signs were there—his time was spent with you.

He even bought you ice cream from time to time, and that made everything feel even more real, more special. You didn’t even need to change. Max accepted you just as you were, with your quirks, your shyness, your unique way of looking at the world.

It was so perfect. Too perfect.

You rang the doorbell at Max’s house, smiling excitedly. You were wearing your best outfit, your best perfume. You always made an effort when you went to see him, but today you wanted everything to be perfect.

Silence.

You waited a few seconds, but no one answered. You furrowed your brow. He knew you were coming. After all, you weren’t a stranger. With an automatic gesture, you turned the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked. The familiar scent of the place enveloped you as you stepped inside. But before you could call out to him, your eyes caught a sight that made your heart drop. Max was sitting on the couch.

And he wasn’t alone.

A girl was next to him, terribly close, with his arm draped over her shoulders. The way she fit there made your stomach churn. It was too casual. Too intimate. The sound that echoed through the room didn’t come from the TV or the silly movie playing on the screen. It came from inside you. A silent snap, as if something inside you had broken.

“Max?” Your voice sounded cold, sharp like a gust of wind coming through an open window.

He looked at you with no sign of guilt, no weight in his gaze. He simply smiled, just like he always did. “Hey! Come sit with us.” He lightly patted the empty space beside him, as if nothing was out of place.

The girl adjusted herself, resting her head on his shoulder. As if it was her right. As if that spot belonged to her. Your chest burned. Your blood boiled. Your fingers trembled so much that your camera, your faithful companion, slipped from your hands and hit the floor with a sharp thud.

Your feet began to move. First slow, hesitant. Then, each step became heavier, more determined. You couldn’t tell exactly when your body decided to act on its own, but suddenly, you were standing right next to the couch.

Your fingers gripped in her hair. With a single movement, you threw her to the ground.

“Hey. What the fuck?” Max shouted.

“Let me go, you bitch!” The girl screamed in protest, getting on her knees to get up from the ground, but you pushed her away again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” You shouted, pulling her hair up, your other hand going to her face so she’d look at you. “Answer me, you motherfucking bitch. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Can someone explain to me what the hell this is?” Max shouted, standing up and seeing that scene that looked more like a horror movie.

“Who are you?” You growled louder, throwing her to the ground so you could climb on top of her, immobilizing her body. “What are you doing with my man?”

“He didn’t say he had a girlfriend!” She defended herself, pushing you and going for you, scratching your arm with her long nails. You managed to turn her back around, your training helped you do it with ease. “Girl?”

Noticing Max’s horror, you got off her, staggering back, catching a glimpse of him hugging the stranger, asking if everything was okay. However, a sharp slap was delivered to Max’s body. The girl hurriedly grabbed her bag and coat, giving one last look of disgust before running out.

“She should’ve told me she had a boyfriend. Asshole.” She hissed, and the door slammed behind her, the sound echoing through the house like thunder.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Max blinked a few times, still trying to process what had just happened. Then, his expression hardened and his voice erupted into the space:

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

He was looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time—no longer with the familiarity of before, but with something between disbelief and disgust. His eyes scanned your face, then your trembling hands, hugging your own body as if that could stop the tears that were already threatening to spill. “No... why are you crying?”

The question made your chest tighten even more. “Is she your girlfriend?” You sobbed, your lips trembling along with your words. Your voice came out low, fragile, almost inaudible.

Max sighed heavily, rubbing his face before crossing his arms. “No.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his expression growing even harder. “And if she was, what does it have to do with you?”

You felt the floor slip from under you. Your body reacted before your mind could process it. Your arms let go of yourself, your hands shot up into the air in a desperate gesture, and your voice finally found strength to explode: “She doesn’t deserve you!” The shout sliced through the air, hitting the walls like thunder.

Max froze, his mouth opening but no words coming out. “I deserve you!” Your voice wavered, filled with raw emotion. Your eyes were blurred with tears, but you didn’t look away from his. “I’m the only one who deserves you!”

Max took a deep breath, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked more lost than ever. “And what makes you think you deserve me?”

The question felt like a knife stabbing into your chest. The silence lasted a second, maybe two. Then, without hesitation, you said the words that had been burning inside you for so long:

“Because I love you!”

The confession fell into the space between you like an impossible weight to ignore. Max froze. His relaxed posture disappeared completely, his shoulders tensing. His hands, once restless, were now still at his sides. You saw when the air caught in his throat. You saw his expression change from surprise to something undefinable.

You scared him.

The thought hit you like a punch to the stomach.

But there was no stopping now.

Breathing deeply, you took a hesitant step forward. Then another. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest. “I love you, Max.” Your voice came out softer now, more vulnerable. “I really do.”

Your hands found his. Cold as ice.

“I’ve taken the best pictures for you.” Your fingers tightened around his with tenderness, almost pleading for him to feel what you felt. “I helped you with the class. Remember that assignment you couldn’t do, and the professor let you off the hook? I convinced him. None of those girls did that for you. That bitch Alex? I made her apologize to you. I did that!”

Max was still unresponsive, his eyes locked on yours but distant, as if he was trying to understand what was happening.

“Oh my God…” he murmured, almost to himself. You took another step closer, your eyes shining with expectation, your tears wetting your face. Max remained frozen, his cold hands in yours, his eyes wide as if trying to figure out if this was real or some kind of nightmare. The way he looked at you wasn’t the usual playful, carefree look. It was different.

It was fear.

Your chest tightened. This wasn’t how he should be looking at you. He should be happy. Surprised, maybe, but in the end, he would understand that you were the only one who truly loved him.

“My God,” he murmured again, running a hand over his face as if trying to wake up from a trance. “Shit… shit!”

You tightened your grip on his hands, trying to bring him back. “I’ve been sending you letters all year, Max.” Your voice trembled, but not from weakness— from emotion. “I’ve been by your side when no one else was. I’ve done everything for you.”

He pulled his hands back, stepping away a pace. Your heart shattered at the gesture.

“You…” Max took a deep breath, blinking several times as if trying to process your words. “You’re my secret admirer?”

You nodded frantically, a smile forming through the tears. “Yes! It’s always been me! And now I don’t have to hide anymore, Max. Now you know. Now we can—”

“That’s not normal,” he interrupted, his voice tight. “That’s unhealthy.”

Your insides twisted. Unhealthy? Everything you did was for love. His love. How could he say something so cruel?

The tears came back with full force, your chest rising and falling unevenly. “Max…” You took a step forward, but he stepped away again, as if running. “Please… you didn’t mean that… I understand.”

The silence between you two weighed heavily again, like a storm about to break. Max continued to stare at you, his brow furrowed, his breath quickening. You braced yourself for the worst— expecting him to yell, to throw you out, to tell you he never wanted to see you again. But, to your surprise, he only sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking lost.

“You did all of this for me?” His voice was softer now, almost wavering.

You nodded quickly, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “Yes, Max. I’d do anything for you.”

He fell silent for a moment, looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher. Then, something in his eyes softened.

“That’s… kind of crazy.” He gave a nervous laugh, but without any aggression. “But at the same time… I don’t know.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Don’t know what?” You took a step forward, hopeful.

He sighed again, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I don’t know. You’ve always been around, always helped me. And… I admit, I like having you around.”

Your stomach flipped with anxiety and emotion. Was this a dream?

“I didn’t expect it to be you.” He smiled slightly, almost with amusement. “But I guess I always knew someone was watching out for me. And if someone’s going to like me this way, at least it’s someone who really cares.”

Your eyes shone.

“So… does this mean…?” You held your breath, waiting for the answer that could change everything.

Max hesitated, but then, with a resigned sigh, he gave a small smile. “It means that… maybe we can see where this goes. I’ve always been a weirdo who wanted a stranger to call mine.”

The joy that exploded inside you was uncontrollable. Without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms, feeling his warmth, his scent, the security of finally being where you’d always wanted to be.

Max stood there, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. Part of him couldn’t fully grasp what was happening—this wasn’t how he expected things to go. But then there was the pull, the warmth between you, something real and undeniable that felt right, even if it didn’t make sense. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to find the answers that were still out of reach. And before he could think any more, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that felt both inevitable and new, sealing the moment in a way words never could.

Max’s mind was racing, caught between disbelief and a strange sense of exhilaration. He knew he was screwed, but whatever. He liked it anyway. The feelings he couldn’t quite process swirled inside him, but there was something undeniably magnetic about it all—something that made the confusion feel less like a burden and more like an adventure. For the first time, he stopped trying to figure it out and just let himself be swept away by the moment, a quiet thrill settling in his chest. This was chaos, but it was his one and only chaos, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it any other way.

#max cooperman x you #max cooperman x y/n #max cooperman x reader #max cooperman #never back down #x reader #imagine #reader insert #fanfic #evan peters #evan peters fandom #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters x y/n

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casimirsstache · 16 days ago

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I blocked fine shyt... but I got my evan peters shirt!!

#evan peters fandom #evan thomas peters #girlblogging #just girly things #evan peters #american horror story #american animals #never back down

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americanwh0rerstory · 4 months ago

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KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT

risky sex - max cooperman

max cooperman x f!reader

SUMMARY: when max wanted to train and jake wasn’t paying attention, things get a little interesting

CONTENT WARNINGS:

A/N: IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY. i’ve had some stuff happen and my fics maybe delayed. also i haven’t watched never back down in a few years, this is gonna be SO ooc and not fit with any storyline but i’ll try. tbh i slapped together random things i remembered from the movie and hoped it would sound good

NSFW MDNI. I AM NOT ACCOUNTABLE FOR ANYTHING YOU READ BEYOND THIS POINT

“then go around my wrist” max instructs, teaching you how to wrap his hands up before training. he didn’t think you’d want to come watch him train, but you always seemed to surprise him.

whilst he had you wrapping his hand, his other one was under your skirt rubbing small but teasing circles on your clit; eliciting your small mewls of pleasure which you tried to keep as quiet as possible to avoid being caught by anyone else who was potentially nearby

he had a small grin on his face, but anyone would mistake it for the regular max. you, however, knew it was the smug grin he wore when he could tease you without anyone knowing.

after a moment of rubbing your sensitive and swollen clit, he stopped which caused you to whine at the sudden loss of pleasure. “keep wrapping my hand up, baby. i’ll continue when you do” he mumbled softly in your ear, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear before you continued wrapping his hand like he instructed you to do

Whilst you did that, and max rubbed your clit, he was casually talking to jake about the beatdown. the two just kept casually talking with jake none the wiser to what was going on right now

with jake oblivious to the action max was pulling, you felt the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen whilst trying to hold back moans of pleasure; you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum though, it would be too obvious what max was doing

he was smug about it though. the glint in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts as he continued to rub tight circles against your clit. “imagine if i had my camera with me, i’d watch it on repeat” he murmurs to you with a smirk

it wasn’t long before you found yourself on the brink of orgasm, attempting to chase that high until you suddenly felt with withdrawal of pleasure. “i never said you could cum, naughty girl” max chided playfully, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before going to train

A/N: i’m sorry about this one week delay. i’m gonna catch up with my kinktober, i just had some personal stuff happened which required me to take a break

#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x female reader #max cooperman #max cooperman smut #max cooperman x reader #max cooperman x y/n #max cooperman x female reader #never back down #never back down 2 #lily’s kinktober

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amberheardarchive · 3 months ago

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AMBER HEARD as BAJA MILLER in NEVER BACK DOWN (2008)

#amber heard #never back down #baja miller #2000s #2008 #gifs

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 1 year ago

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Old Friends (pt. 2)

Max Cooperman x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral female receiving, dom max, underage drinking, underage smoking, rough sex, drunkish sex, pretty smutty guys you are warned

summary: after what happened between you and max, you can’t stop thinking about it… but he hasn’t called you since. whats gonna happen when you go back for a much smaller gathering?

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i’m finally back after like 4 months… hope this was worth the wait ;)

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Your heart is racing. You’re in the back of Baja’s car. You, her, and Jake just pulled into Max’s driveway. It’s been two weeks since the Fourth of July party, two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Max. You’ve been waiting for him to reach out, for him to tell you he doesn’t regret it and that he wants to see you again. But he hasn’t. You know he’s changed; you should’ve seen it coming, but it still hurts you that he was so willing to throw away your entire friendship for a one-time thing.

“Y/N? Come on, we’ve been sitting here for like five minutes get moving,” Baja says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod and get out of her car. Did Max know they brought you to this hangout? Baja told you it was just going to be like the old days again. However, you doubt it’ll be like old times given what happened. The four of you were going to get crossed and watch movies. Max’s parents weren’t home again, so you guys are going to have the place to yourselves. You’d be excited if you weren’t already so nervous.

You follow Jake and Baja to Max’s door; you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, your stomach is full of nervous butterflies. You wish you didn’t agree to come. The only reason you did was because if you didn’t, Baja would’ve suspected something happened between you and Max. She already knew you hooked up with a guy at the party, but you refused to tell her who. You felt bad lying to your best friend, but it’s better this way. You didn’t want anyone to know about what Max considers to be that one mistake, it would make things awkward. So, you kept it secret.

After a few seconds of standing at the front door, Max opens it wide. He greets you all with a warm smile, but you can see the way his eyes shift when they meet yours. All you can think about is the way those same dark eyes looked into yours in his car, it’s all you’ve thought about for the past two weeks. But now, seeing him in front of you, makes it ten times worse. You regret coming.

“Finally, you guys are late,” Max says.

Jake pats Max’s shoulders and laughs. “Sorry, Baja took forever as usual to get ready. Then we had to get y/n too. But we made it.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in,” Max replied, pushing Jake inside.

“Nice to see you again Max.” Baja smiles and follows Jake in.

Max’s eyes meet yours again as you slowly enter. You don’t know if you’re glad or upset at the fact that he doesn’t say anything to you. It doesn’t matter. You brush it off and follow Jake and Baja into the living room. Max already set a few bottles of alcohol on the coffee table along with some cups. The sight makes you happier than ever. You jump onto the couch and start to look more specifically at each of the bottles.

“Jesus, you already want to get drunk?” Baja asks with a small chuckle.

You look back at her and nod. “Hell yeah, the last time I drank was here and that was too weeks ago.”

You set on the bottle of pink lemonade Smirnoff; it has the highest percentage of alcohol on the table. You unscrew the top and pour yourself a shot. Baja and Jake sit on the couch and start to look at the bottles as well. Without another thought, you take the shot. You love the way it burns your throat, but you hate the sweet aftertaste it leaves. However, it’s a perfect distraction from the boy who’s now sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“What are we watching?” Jake questions the group.

“I was thinking horror,” Baja answers.

“That’s fine,” Max agrees.

Their eyes turn to you. You simply nod.

“Great, let’s get this going,” Jake says as he grabs the remote.

You glance at Max again and see he’s already looking at you, a strange look in his eyes. You quickly avert your eyes. It’s going to be a long night.

~~~

After the first movie, all of you are drunk. You lost count of how many shots you took, and you have no idea how many times you hit Max’s bong. This was the first time in two weeks you weren’t worrying about what your status with him was, so in simple terms, you felt amazing.

Baja is passed out on Jake’s shoulder, Jake is trying his best to find another movie to play, and Max is lying back on the couch with his eyes closed. You know he’s not asleep because every couple of minutes he speaks. You don’t want to think about how many times already this night you’ve looked at him. You feel ashamed, it’s as though you can’t keep your eyes off him. It’s awful.

“Guys I think I’m gonna pass out,” Jake says. He stands up, stumbling a bit. “Can we crash in one of your guest rooms?”

“Of course, just don’t fuck too loud. The walls are very thin,” Max replies, his eyes still closed.

“Noted.”

Jake picks up Baja carefully in bridal style and starts to walk out of the living room and down one of the halls. You giggle as you see him stumble into a wall slightly. When you turn back to the TV. the realization hits you. Now that they’re gone it’s just you and Max... alone. If it weren’t for all the alcohol and weed, you’d be freaking out right now. You’re able to keep your composure though, deep down you’re nervous something awkward will happen.

You grab the remote, trying your best to be quiet and not make Max open his eyes. You almost succeed, but just as you settle back into your spot away from him, he sits up. He turns his head toward you, meeting your eyes for the millionth time that night.

“Are you putting something on?” He asks, his voice alone making your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” you reply.

He slightly nods. “Go ahead.”

You pick the first movie you see and settle into your spot more, pulling a blanket over your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Max is watching you and every so often he shifts just a little bit, making the space between the two of you smaller and smaller. You try your hardest to keep your attention on the screen, but once Max is only a foot away from you, you can’t take it any longer.

You look at him, annoyed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the movie like you are,” he answers casually.

“No- I mean...” You struggle to find the words, the alcohol still affecting you. You shake your head and stand up. “Never mind, I’m going to bed.”

You begin to turn but Max grabs your wrist. You swear it’s as though his hand is an electric fence. Tingles travel throughout your body at his touch. You instantly turn your head and look down at him, the memories of the last time he did this replay through your head. His eyes are dark, they look the same as they did in his car moments before everything went down. You don’t know what to think of it.

“Stay,” he mumbles.

“Why? You clearly aren’t interested in me,” you snap. “I shouldn’t have even come tonight I’m so stupid.”

“What makes you think that? Do you not remember what I said to you the last time we saw each other? You’re the one who hasn’t called me since the party,” he says.

You shake your head again. “You never called me. I waited and waited and didn’t get a single word. If you wanted it to just be a one-night stand you could’ve told me that before I left because then you would’ve spared me all those hours waiting for a simple fucking call.”

“Woah hold on. I was waiting for you to call me,” he replies.

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds. You’re confused. Was all of this just a misunderstanding? Had he really been waiting for you to make the first move? From the way he’s staring up at you, you believe what he said. Part of you feels guilty, you shouldn’t have simply expected him to contact you first.

“I’m sorry I just thought that you were going to call me,” you apologize.

Max moves his thumb across your wrist, you almost shiver. “I’m sorry too. I really wanted to see you again all those days.”

“You did?”

Your heart begins to race as it did mere hours ago, but this time for a completely different reason. He continues to move his thumb on your skin, the simple contact making the pit of your stomach fill with that familiar warmth and your panties begin to dampen.

“Of course, I did. You’re all I can think about. I know I said I wouldn’t care if it was only that one time, but I lied. I need it again, I need you again,” he says.

He pulls your wrist gently, guiding you back onto the couch next to him. You don’t object. When he leans closer to you, you don’t dare move. His lips are only inches from yours now, his other hand gripping yours tightly. You’ve never wanted another person more than you want Max right now.

“Can I have you again?” He asks under his breath.

You nod, you’re too lost in the way he’s looking at you to speak.

“I need to hear it y/n, use your words,” he whispers.

“I’ve been yours to have Max, and I think it’s going to stay that way for a while,” you reply, so quietly a person a foot away from you wouldn’t even be able to hear.

“Good, because I’m going to want you again, and again, and again...”

Your lips meet, and you feel that same spark flow throughout your body. You kiss him hard, your hands instantly finding their way to his soft curls. He reciprocates in all the right ways. His hands move to your breasts, your waist, your neck... caressing, fondling, and pleasing every inch of you that they touch. You can’t get enough of it.

He slowly lays you down on the couch after a few minutes, his body filling the space between your legs instantly. You fight back moans as his lips begin to travel down your neck, sucking the spots he quickly learns drive you insane. One of his hands finds the bottom of your shirt and he starts to pull it up.

“No, what if Jake or Baja come out?” You question. His lips are still on your neck, it takes everything inside you to not make a noise. “Max?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch, just wait a minute,” he answers, his breath tickling your neck.

You trust him, so you simply close your eyes and let the feeling of his rough hands on your bare stomach take over. He lifts your shirt up enough to expose your breasts, you aren’t wearing a bra. You sigh as he kneads one of your breasts in his hand. His hands are so big, so rough, so warm. He pinches your nipple, making you squirm. You were surprised the first time by his dominance, Max always used to be a follower. But now he seems even more dominant, it only makes the wetness in your panties grow.

You let him pull your shirt over your head, you let him throw it on the floor, you even let him suck your nipples out in this open area. The thought of Baja or Jake walking out and seeing the two of you like this excites you, though you know it shouldn’t. It’s wrong, and if you were caught, you’d face major consequences. You don’t think about that though, in fact, you don’t think at all at this moment.

Max pulls back and takes off his shirt. Your eyes travel up and down his torso, his body still receiving that same surprised reaction from you. You press one of your hands onto his chest, your fingers move down his body slowly. He’s so warm, so inviting. He leans back over you and captures your lips in another kiss.

You continue to move your hand down his body till you reach the waistband of his shorts. You can feel how hard he is through his clothes; it almost makes you squirm. You move your other hand down and pull at his remaining clothing. He doesn’t object, and in a matter of seconds, his shorts and boxers are on the floor. A soft moan leaves his lips as you gently wrap a hand around his hard cock and stroke.

“God, I need you,” he mumbles against your lips. The tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

He leans back so he’s kneeling on the couch and begins to unbutton your shorts. You lift your hips as he drags them down your body, kicking them off once they reach your ankles. A woman in the movie screams just as Max begins to play with your soaking cunt. You’re glad, because the second his fingers find your clit, your silence is over. You practically whimper at the sensation. He toys with you for a few moments, making your toes curl when he finds that perfect spot inside you with his fingertips.

“Max,” you moan, one of your hands gripping his wrist. “I’m close.”

He removes his hand instantly and your eyes shoot open, what is he doing? You’re about to say something but that’s when he starts moving down the couch. You watch his head fall between your legs. His eyes meet yours as he sticks out his tongue and tastes you for the first time tonight. A soft sigh escapes your lips, your head falls back on the couch.

Barely five have passed by the time you feel your orgasm approaching again. Something about the way Max is so willing to go down on you makes you so much more turned on. You don’t say anything, you don’t have the time because before you can speak, you’re already falling apart on his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand, your body shakes as you cum.

He stops a few seconds before you’re overstimulated and returns to his kneeling position between your legs. Before you even catch your breath, he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips, so your ass is in the air. You arch your back, half on your own, half from his hand that moves up to your lower back and pushes down so you bend more. It hurts, but you can’t get enough of it.

“Are you good with no condom again?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

You feel the tip of his cock line up with your entrance, it makes goosebumps appear on your skin. This is the moment you’ve been craving for two weeks. As he slowly begins sliding inside of you, you gasp. He stretches you almost to the point of it being painful. You bite down on your arm to keep yourself from screaming from the pleasure. You hear Max softly moan, the sound of his raspy voice making you clench around him.

“Be quiet baby, like I said the walls are very thin,” he says. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. It only turns you on more.

He begins his slow thrusts, the pace both agonizing and glorifying at the same time. You want more, you need more. But you know he’s doing it to taunt you, to hear you beg him for more, so you bite your tongue. Max must realize you’re on to him because he slows down even more, not even going all the way in. It hurts, and not in the way you want it to. You give in.

“Faster Max, harder Max, stop fucking me like I’m some untouched virgin,” you whisper.

He laughs. “You’re the first girl to insult me while my dick is inside you.”

You look over your shoulder and can’t help the smile that takes over your face. It was almost like you forgot it was Max you were having sex with. The same Max that you used to make fun of for being a virgin, the same Max you used to have to convince your parents wasn’t gay. He’s not a stranger, no matter how much his appearance changes he’s always going to be your best friend Max.

“Just fuck me please, before they come out here for water,” you reply after a few seconds.

“Your wish is my command.”

Max rams his hips into yours so hard it hurts. You moan, too loud for your liking. Neither of you say anything about it though, you’re too caught up in the moment. He fucks you rough, his skin slapping yours at an incredibly fast pace. You bury your face in the couch, your hands gripping the couch hard. He hits that spot inside you with every thrust, each time he hits it making you closer and closer to finishing.

He places one of his hands on your shoulder and pulls you back, so his dick moves even deeper inside you. You can’t help the loud whine that leaves your lips. The pain is almost unbearable. Almost. He lets go of your shoulder after a few thrusts and instead slaps your ass. All these sensations drive you crazy, blurring your mind and your body.

“Max I-I'm close,” you whimper after a few more minutes.

“Me too baby, me too,” he replies, his breath ragged.

When you finish, your entire body shakes, and you struggle to keep yourself up. Max finishes only a few seconds after you, his dick pulsing hard inside of you. Once you’re both finished, he pulls out and you fall from your position. Your heart is beating rapidly, your face is flushed, you can barely breathe. You’ve never experienced sex so rough in your life. And you can’t believe how much you enjoy it.

Max lays down next to you, covering your naked bodies with a blanket. You just stare at the TV. as the credits for the movie start to play, your breath finally catching up with you.

“If Jake and Baja ask about the noise, do you just wanna tell them it was a movie we had on really loud?” Max eventually asks.

You chuckle and turn your body to face him. “No, let’s just tell them we were having incredibly rough and loud sex.”

“Are you serious?”

You chuckle again. “Obviously not. We can’t tell them anything about this unless we start dating, but I doubt that will happen.”

“Why do you doubt that?”

“Well, I mean, I’m gonna be leaving the state again and you’ll be back at your school. I wouldn’t want to hold you back from all the girls who’ve been missing what I just experienced,” you explain.

“Well, I don’t want any other guy to touch you like that,” he says, his words causing you to blush.

“Is long distance really something you’d want to do? We wouldn’t be able to do this until the holidays you know.”

“I know, but that’s what’ll keep it special. Imagine how good it’ll be after months of not doing it. But it’s not even just about the sex, I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend since like junior year,” he reveals.

You smile. “If you want to try then so do I, but I want it to actually work out. I don’t want to break up and then have the friend group split. I want it to last.”

He wraps his arm around you and pulls your body against his. “I think it’ll last.”

You couldn’t agree more.

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