#max the resident

[lanadelnegan]

Warnings: all 18+ and contain smut. minors DNI.

Negan Smith

Oneshots:

Daddy Issues - stepdad!Negan

Smarty Pants - Negan shows his appreciation after you explain how to make a bullet.

Down Bad - Coach Negan x F!Reader

Video Games - giving Negan head while he plays video games

Knock Knock - DeadCity!Negan fucks you while Maggie is gone on a run

Our Little Cabin - Cowboy era Negan takes your virginity

My Girl - Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan

Pretty in Pink - Negan can't resist you in your little pink skirt

You Belong to Me - Negan x Male Reader

Vampire - Negan eats you out while you're on your period

Keep Me Warm - Public sex with Negan in Alexandria

Two In One - Negan x Reader x Simon threesome

Cherry - Negan ‘pops your cherry’

The Notebook - movie night with Negan (fluff)

Multi-chapter:

Lip Gloss - Prisoner!Negan falls for a girl at Alexandria. (complete)

My Past, My Future - Negan x Reader x Daryl / love triangle (complete)

Crush - gym teacher negan x student reader (complete)

Tattoo - Teacher!Negan gives his student a tattoo. (complete)

Ghost - Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader (complete)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Oneshots:

Wildest Dreams - Your celeb crush makes your dreams come true when you meet him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Jealousy, Jealousy - Your boyfriend, Jeffrey, can't control his jealousy when he sees another man hit on you at the bar.

Love at First Sight - you ask Jeffrey a question at a walking dead panel that leads to the memory of a lifetime.

The Feeling Was Mutual - quickie in the elevator with your co-star JDM.

Multi-chapter:

One Night Stand - Denny Duquette era Jeffrey has a one night stand with his costar. (in progress)

Denny Duquette

Oneshots:

Cardiac Arrest - You give your favorite patient special treatment

[detachedminxsfics]

Caught In The Act

Masterlist

Characters: Max x F!Reader

Summary: When your landlord Max offers to do you a favour you come home to a pleasant surprise when you get off work early

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: NSFW - Voyeurism, brief handjob, oral (m recieving), vaginal sex, creampie, riding, praise, dirty talk, soft dom/switch max bc he's a cutie

A/N: This is just what we all wanted to do during the bathtub scene. Enjoy :)

The alarm on your bedside table blared restlessly as you attempted to pry your eyes open, rolling over to stretch your arm and aimlessly fumble for it until you felt it beneath your palm and slammed your hand down on top, silencing it. With a huff you managed to haul yourself out of bed to get ready for work, making sure you had everything you needed in your bag and slipping your shoes on when you heard a knock at the door, which you hurried to open when you got your other shoe on. It was your landlord and next-door neighbour Max whom you'd grown rather close with over the past few months of living in the building. He'd been a good friend to you when you needed him most and you'd spent plenty of nights since you moved in getting takeout and watching movies together or even him cooking for you, which he often insisted on doing when you'd had a particularly stressful work week. His eyes lit up a little when the door opened to reveal you, a small smile on his lips before he started to speak.

"Hey, I know it's early but I was thinking about that leak in the kitchen you told me about and was wondering if I can take a look at it for you, and fix it up if I can?"

Max was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with some slightly baggy charcoal grey work jeans, which you could tell from the way they were splattered with various shades of paint. He'd been wearing them when you first came to view the apartment, the moment when the man practically changed your life by offering you the place.

"Sure, but I've gotta go to work. Last minute shift change." You sighed as you stepped away from the door to grab your bag from the small glass table in your hallway, which prompted Max to enter the apartment.

"Well I can fix it up while you're at work and lock up when I'm done, I've got a key." He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched you make a last minute check of the items in your bag.

"Really? That would be great, thank you."

As you made way for the door you stopped to lean in and plant a quick peck on Max's cheek, the stubble of his salt and pepper beard slightly scratching against your lips when you did. His eyes were closed when you pulled back until they fluttered open to look back into yours, a smile creeping onto his lips again as you continued towards the door.

"I'll see you later, Max." You said as you grasped the door handle.

"Have a good day at work." He simply replied with a polite nod of his head, watching as you closed the door and listening to your footsteps get further and further down the hall.

He was just thankful that the way his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans concealed the way they started to shake when he felt your lips against his skin.

Since you came in last minute on what was technically supposed to be your day off you managed to convince your boss to let you leave early when things got quiet, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you rode the elevator up to the floor of your apartment and headed down the hall once the doors opened. You tested the handle of your door to see whether it was locked only to find that it wasn't, the door swaying open meaning Max must have not locked up since he hadn't finished up in the kitchen yet, not that it bothered you that he was still inside. You stepped in and quietly closed the door, kicking your shoes off and starting to make your way to the kitchen when you heard it, stopping in your tracks the moment the sound reached your ears. Groaning. You followed the sound down the hall and into your bedroom, but when you peered into your bedroom there was nothing there until you turned and stole a glance through the doorway of your en suite bathroom and finally identified the source of the sound. Max was lying down in the bathtub, his head resting back on the porcelain rim and his hand buried beneath his jeans. Low, raspy groans fell from his throat whilst his hips bucked up slightly with every stroke of his hand, his chest rising and falling as his breaths started to get heavier and faster. It was hard to believe what you were seeing, but you couldn't possibly bring yourself to look away. The way his eyes were screwed shut and a stray strand of hair curled against his forehead, the way his lips parted to let out the soft grunts that were progressively turning into more desperate, drawn-out pleas, the way the veins decorating his hands bulged as he shamelessly tried to bring himself to his release in your bathtub. You couldn't get enough of it. Sure you had treated one another as friends these past few months, but you could never shake the suspicion that Max harboured feelings towards you that made him wish you were a little more than just friends. You'd held off on the idea of developing feelings for him in the worry that if things didn't work out between you two you'd be stuck living in the same building and having an ex as your landlord. It wasn't practical, but with the way the man was touching himself before your very eyes you weren't sure you could keep up with doing the right thing, the smart thing.

"Max?"

Your voice made his eyes shoot open before he sat up, cursing under his breath and awkwardly trying to tuck himself back into his pants, his eyes darting between you and his hands fumbling with the open fly of his jeans.

"Hey you're, you're back earlier than I thought you'd be." He stated breathlessly with a nervous smile, but there was no way for him to cover up what he was doing.

"Clearly." You teased as you started towards the tub causing him to glance up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and surprise.

Wordlessly you leaned down and started to palm the clothed bulge straining against his jeans, his hips jolting up at the contact and his hand gently closing around the wrist of the hand you were using to touch him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, seemingly more taken aback by how forward you were being rather than opposed to the idea.

You only hushed him and slid your hand over his groin until you reached the fly of his jeans, carefully undoing the sloppily half-up zipper and delving your fingers beneath the denim and the waistband of his boxers until you felt your fingertips graze over his shaft. His skin was hot to the touch and he hissed through his teeth as you gave it a small squeeze, the reaction making you bite your lip at how sensitive he seemed to be. Wanting more of him you started to tug down his jeans and boxers prompting Max to lift his hips to help you slide it down easier, his cock springing free once he did, and what a treat that was. Max was big with just the right amount of thickness, his tip swollen and glistening with pre-cum practically aching to be touched aside from his already desperate, strained anticipatory breaths. You lightly ran your thumb over the tip to gather the stickiness, a contented moan escaping his lips as you circled it before lifting your thumb to your mouth and sucking it clean with a pleased hum. Then you leaned back over the tub once again, bracing your hand on the edge of the bath whilst you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke, his mouth falling open at the sensation as a bunch of throaty moans followed. Still working him with your hand you turned your head to the side to press your lips against his, his lips moving back against yours instantly and his tongue lightly sweeping over yours. After a moment you broke the fervent kiss, parting your lips just enough that they were still barely grazing against his.

"You're so noisy." You playfully remarked with a small giggle, your comment making his brows bounce up.

"Do you want me to be quieter? I can be quieter." He pleaded against your lips clearly flustered, which only made you shake your head and smile.

"I never said it was a bad thing. Besides, what's the worst that could happen, someone puts in a noise complaint?" You whispered against his lips, brushing your lips over his teasingly.

You brought your mouth against his again, his hand reaching up to comb his fingers through your hair and deepen the kiss. You continued to enjoy his mouth some more, even pulling back slightly to lightly nip at his bottom lip before kissing over it and then leaning back up again, unwrapping your hand from his shaft.

"Sit up." You ordered, to which he complied and leaned up until he was sitting in the bath.

You swung your leg over and climbed in, lowering down into the space at the bottom of the tub and laying down on your stomach, your head hovering over his lap.

"I wanna taste you."

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and swept your tongue over his swollen tip, the warm wetness of your tongue making his hips bounce up at the feeling and a grunt rumble from his throat. Then you licked a stripe from the base to the tip, your tongue running over the vein bulging in his shaft and swirling over the head once you reached it again, the salty taste of pre cum coating your tongue.

"Please." Max begged as you ran your tongue over him, his hands trembling at his sides as it took everything in him not to coax it past your lips, and he practically looked like he was about to explode any minute.

Removing your hand you kept your eyes on his, slowly sliding him past your lips and into your mouth, taking his cock as far down as your throat would allow.

"Shit. Oh, baby." He moaned out, slipping his fingers into your hair and caressing the strands as you bobbed your head.

You loved how vocal he was, the way he threw his head back when you enthusiastically moaned around him, and how responsive he was from even the smallest of touches.

"Your throat feels even better than I imagined." He rasped, the flattery making you drag your lips up his cock sucking a bit harder as you did, before sliding your mouth all the way back down on him.

You didn't mind that Max had imagined this before. Truthfully, you'd indulged in a fantasy or two involving him once or twice when you first moved in, you'd just never entertained the idea of it after that. Oh, how wrong you were. He started to grow restless, the hand stroking your hair stopping to gather some in his hand as he started lifting his hips in time with your mouth, chasing his release with his heavy lidded chocolate brown eyes fixed on yours.

"Sweetheart, I-I'm gonna-" He drawled, cut off by the way his orgasm seemed to hit him and his cock twitched in your mouth, his hips stuttering as his whole body shuddered.

You moved your mouth off of him just enough to be able to swallow, warm ropes of his release filling your mouth and coating your tongue, lightly sucking him through it and milking his cock until he seemed to be empty and softened a bit in your mouth. Carefully you slipped him from your mouth and swallowed it down, some beads of cum still having escaped from your lips trailing down his cock which you leaned down to lick off.

"You are perfect." Max added breathlessly while reaching out to caress the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek.

You leaned into the touch with a smile, his hand still on your face as you crawled over him until you were hovering over his lap and then sat down, his semi-hard erection resting against your clothed crotch. His free hand reached up to start stroking over your thigh, caressing it as he went and then moving to take hold of your hip. He used the hold on your face to crash his lips against yours, the grip he had on your hip growing firmer as you moved your lips against his, and his hips subconsciously rocked beneath you in search of friction.

"You wanna fuck me?" You whispered in between kisses, to which he pulled back just enough to breathe his sentiment into your mouth.

"More than anything." Max murmured eagerly, and you smiled against his lips before leaning back to take hold of the hem of your top, crossing your arms and lifting it over your head.

He did the same, throwing his navy blue tee over his head and tossing it onto the floor beside your tub, a pile of clothes starting to form as you reached down to get your pants off, sitting up enough that you could push them past your thighs and roll them down to your ankles. You kicked them off once you got them down your legs then turned and reached behind you to help Max get his boxers and pants off from where they had gathered at his calves, throwing them to join the heap of clothes now on the floor. He took hold of your hips again, and you hovered over him just enough to feel the way he was hard and ready against your inner thigh. You reached down to guide him to your entrance and then began slowly lowering yourself down onto him, the stretch around him making a pained moan fall from your mouth.

"Mm, Max." His name rolled off your tongue so wantonly, every inch of him gradually filling you.

He pressed his lips against yours to muffle your cries, one of his hands coming up to cup one side of your face again, his other still resting over your hip.

"It's okay, it's okay." He cooed between kisses as you tried to adjust to the feel of him, and soon your ass was pressed against his thighs as you took him to the hilt.

Letting go of your face he took hold of your other hip and moved slightly, the first lift of his hips enough to make his mouth fall open and a husky groan follow suit, mirroring him as a needy whine spills from yours. Bracing your hands on his shoulders you started to roll your hips, creating a slow, rhythmic bounce that Max aided with his grip on you. You moved your hand to his chest, caressing your way up to his shoulders and then to the nape of his neck, slipping your fingers into his thick brown locks as you leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his neck, languidly working your way down to his collarbone and the generous curls of hair sparsely adorning his chest. Your other hand smoothed over the top of his arm, running your fingers over one of the many tattoos his body was littered with and lightly squeezing his bicep which made him hum appreciatively. With time you began picking up the pace, sliding all the way up and then coming down on him hard, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the bathroom as your ass smacked against his thighs. His hands moved to your ass cupping it firmly as you bounced on him, caressing it as he rocked his hips in time with your movements.

"Good girl, god you're so tight." He praised, moaning out as your walls massaged his cock.

Your knees started to ache, feeling bruised from the way you'd been kneeling on the small space of porcelain on either side of him. You slowed your movements to mumble through your strained breaths.

"My legs are gonna give out." You whispered with a giggle.

Max seemed to get the idea, repeatedly pressing his lips against yours as he gripped your thighs and leaned forward, gently laying you down on your back and hovering over you, your legs draped over his hips. He didn't waste any time in moving again, thrusting his hips as he fucked into you deeply and his mouth found its way to your jaw, kissing along it and allowing his beard scruff to scratch against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with the curls of hair above it. His lips trailed kisses along the side of your neck, then over your throat and down to your collarbone, affectionately marking you in whatever way he could. Eventually, the pressure in your abdomen started to build and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your legs at all the right times to try and spur him to go deeper. He listened to your wordless request, burying his cock into you and pumping into you with hard, bottomless thrusts.

"Max, Max I-" His name tumbles from your mouth in the form of a plea, repeating his name over and over again amidst a string of curses.

"I've got you, it's okay baby." He hushes you, coaxing you to your orgasm with soft reassurances and it's more than enough to tip you over the edge.

You cling to him as you let out an unrestrained, sweet cry, your whole body trembling beneath him as he holds you and fucks you through it. With his eyes fixed on you and wholly focused on your expression he succumbs to his release too, his hips stuttering and guttural groans spewing from his throat. He spills into you, filling you with his warm release and then lightly collapsing on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you. He collects himself for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right? I wasn't too rough?"

Before the endless list of paranoid possibilities he was babbling continued you silenced him with your lips, pressing them against his and kissing him softly. After a moment of just basking in the feel of him you broke the kiss, cupping his face and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you, Max. I should've said this sooner, but I love you."

His eyes widened a little, a smile of genuine, unbridled happiness playing on his lips. He couldn't believe you had finally said those three little words that he'd only ever dreamed about hearing.

"I love you too, so much."

Your lips met again, your arms wrapping around his waist as you embraced him. You stayed like that for a little while, the once cold porcelain beneath your back now warm from your skin, and Max's hands were all over you like he wasn't sure he'd ever let you go. Eventually, he broke the kiss, his nose still brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Why don't I draw you a bath, make us some dinner and then we can watch a movie, hm?"

He suggested, nuzzling his nose against yours and making you laugh.

"Okay okay, but only if you'll get in the bath with me, and one with actual water this time."

Max snorted his laughter and swept a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Deal."

[reveluving]

Girl tell me why I had a jdm dream where he asked me to do butt stuff w him and I said yeah and we enjoyed it a lot? 🤨

*sighing and taking out my card* 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

sweet velvet ; jeffrey dean morgan characters x female reader

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), bits of both soft & mean!doms & loads of possessive/lovestruck JDM chars!

a/n: I could never get this ask out of my head since, is all I can say to y'all hsjdhssk PLEASE, I can't thank you enough for feeding into my JDM thirst, and I encourage y'all reading this to do the same because I can never get enough of this man UGHHH and pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ❤️

fancy reading something new? check out my full m.list!

char. include: joe kessler (the boys), negan smith (twd), max (the resident '11), john winchester (supernatural, hear me out), ike evans (magic city), patrick sullivan (the accidental husband), & luke vaughn (heist 2015)!

smut includes: husband!jdm char., unprotected s~ex (p/fingers in v), size kink, plugs (on f!reader), spitting k~ink, cunnilingus & a~ss eating, stockings/heels, c~ckwarming, mirror k~ink, edging, mentions of overstimulation and sq~uirting. each and every one of them is just obsessed with you!!

If you thought his obsession over your height difference was ridiculous, think again because he could never get enough of your ass.

Regardless of your JDM men of choice, there is no doubt their obsession with your ass is unreal. Without a doubt that each and every one of them eats like it would be their last moments on earth. Loving the sloppy mess of both their spit and your juices, not only mixing and dribbling down their chin and facial hair, but especially down to your tight hole.

Negan, John, Kessler, and Max, the nastiest men in the bunch, would buy you one or more of those gem plugs because there has never been a more gorgeous sight than you writhing on top of them as they teasingly run the cool plug along your tight hole. All while condescendingly mirroring your parted lips while you’re desperately trying not to move so much upon their command, a creamy white ring now visible at the base. 

There is just something so bewitching about seeing a sex toy that is almost so innocent-looking being enough to have you clenching so hard around them.

Or they would have you on your back, flicking their tongue along your sopping lips before descending to the plug you’re gripping hard on. Licking around the gem and teasing your sensitive skin around it while holding your legs over their shoulders. 

Occasionally pulling the toy out just a little and seeing you pucker before pushing it back in with a groan that’ll send shivers down your spine.

Wrap your thighs around their head or roll your hips into their face all you want, being smothered by their pretty girl this way, to them, would be the best way to go there is.

Ike, the man of all things fancy, is all about romance. He adores building the tension up, standing behind you and running his hands up and down your sides, groaning as he gets a whiff of the tantalizing smell of your favourite perfume spritzed just behind your ear. If there’s music, he will sway to the sultry beat with you, reminding you like he does every day, how much of a lucky son of a gun he is to have you, and how much he needs you.

He wants you at your most comfortable, and he wants you to let it all out for him: no muffling, no shying away, and absolutely no hiding. If the entirety of Miami can marvel upon you like an angel on earth, then he, your dearest husband, can most certainly do the same, and way more, just like you deserve. 

Models or showgirls don’t even hold a candle to you when he can have you in just stockings and/or a garter belt with heels. While he loves you in both everything and nothing, but with just heels and stockings? Fuck, he doesn’t think even the strongest liquor could get him this drunk and enchanted as he is with you.

He knows that looming over you at the foot of the bed will have you squirming on your back already. Plus, missionary is only boring if you make it boring, not when Ike would hold your legs over his shoulder, barely concealing his dazed state for you by kissing your ankles, moving his hips with vigour to hear your moans peak at every thrust. 

Patrick, kinky as he is passionate, strives to incorporate both, especially for your pleasure. So what’s sexier than cockwarming and mirror sex? To be able to easily see both your eyes rolling back and the sight of himself buried inside you is the cherry on top, especially after a hard day’s work as a frontliner. 

He would hold you against him, the fine hairs on his chest tickling your back as he plants soft kisses along your neck. Infuriatingly reminding you to keep your eyes on the mirror, whether by a whisper or a subtle grip on your thighs, knowing it gets you more bratty and impatient by the second. 

If Patrick is a little more on the passionate side, then Luke falls more on the kinky end. He yearns for you 24/7 and it amplifies when he is either stressed or when he sees you bond with his daughter so well. 

Whether you're standing chest to chest with his hands cupping your cheeks or holding you to his side as an act of protection, his hand is on the small of your back and lingering just inches away from your rear. The fact that physical touch, being one of, if not, his most major love language is definitely a sign.

Similar to the first three, Luke will not be able to stop smiling ever so smugly whenever you jerk and squirm, hoping he'd spare you the relentless teasing, and once he does, he would lick a stripe along your pussy and nipping at your clit between his lips while prodding his middle finger at that very spot.

Sloppy and desperate to make you cum on his tongue while pushes another finger into you, smiling against your back arches so beautifully.

a/n: how many jdmorgan characters did I want in this, you may ask? yes! and this is me holding back! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[hunterssm00n]

NSFW ! Negan hc's

You need to know your place / cuz it's about to get heavy

*cw include mention of dubcon/noncon, manipulative behavior, dirty talk, explicit language, daddy kink, breeding kink, exhibitionism, mention of degradation, some dark themes* MDNI - 18+

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this is specifically about season 7 negan btw

this motherfucker

he just thinks he's gods gift to the world. and that's why we love him, right?

his confidence is off the charts. scratch that - he's just straight up cocky

but at the same time, he’s just so damn charming

he’s able to use that charm in all aspects of his life to get what he wants, and that includes in the bedroom

dirty. talk. he’s a master with his words, and he’ll say things that could make a porn star blush

you’re so tight around my cock, baby, you sure you ain’t a virgin? fuck, thats nice

my slice of cherry pie, gonna lick the cream right out of that sweet center of yours, doll

gimme that ass, baby, lemme be the first one to break you in there

i feel like he can be gentle if he wants to be, but most of the time he can be kind of rough- however, not so rough that it’s not enjoyable

this may be unpopular opinion but I feel like he’s average sized down there rather than massive- maybe a little bit above average. but as the saying goes, it’s not the size of the wave that counts, but the motion of the ocean- and he’s got that part down pat

he’s purely dominant, i feel like almost 100% off the time, if not completely. he wants to be in control, and that’s also in every other aspect of his life as well. so that definitely makes sense for the bedroom also

in that same sense, he would not exactly care a whole lot if he's the only one truly consenting... he's not above using manipulation to get what he wants, and sexual favors fall under the above categories (see his harem of wives from the show). he's able to shut off his morality easier than most people, and doesn't always care about many wants far beyond his own. in other words = selfish.

however, this doesn't mean that he only cares about his pleasure; he will give as good as he gets, if not better. plus, what better form of manipulation than a forced orgasm?

his supermassive inflated ego loves when he's complimented, and treated as a figure of authority- it's another kink of his. he would not turn down being called sir in the bedroom

he refers to himself as daddy, and he also loves being called this in bed.

hairy chest, yummm. dark, coarse hair covers most of his body, and when he’s naked it’s like a roadmap of deliciousness

he has a breeding kink, and i’m pretty sure this is actually canon.

he swears a lot as it is, understatement of the year, but during sex he’s downright filthy. he puts a sailor to shame

not quiet at all during sex, he’s constantly talking, cussing, moaning, growling. and that deep voice sounds so hot when he’s in the zone, like spine-tingling hot, good lord

i feel like he would be into degradation, in which case he’s the one doing the degrading. i go back and forth with this one, but i feel like it’s something he would possibly be into although definitely not as much as the comedian

i don’t think he has a favorite position, probably anything that involves him being in control and just downright being inside

he also isn't above some exhibitionism. the bedroom isn't the only place where fun can be had; this can also happen in his rv, in a car with or without his henchmen present, outside in the woods somewhere, in his 'office'- hell, he'll do it just about anywhere if the mood strikes him

once he’s in, fast and hard is his preferred pace. also, his stamina is pretty good, so it will take him a little bit before he cums, which means he can go multiple rounds

aftercare? honestly, as much of an ass as he is, i feel like he’s pretty decent at aftercare. though of course the thing that he’s best at is being a shit-eating grin-wearing pain in the ass.

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[the-only-mickeypoo]

A Little Motivation

summary: Max learns that his tenant is going on a business trip for her job. This saddens him, as seeing her every day gives him the motivation to work on renovations. Now, he has to find another way to cope with his desperation to see her.

characters: Max Sonnen, F!Reader, August

cw: nsfw!! smutty and freaky as fuck el em eff ay oh! some obsessive behavior, but hey, it's max.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57790891

Max knew he was a sick, sick man. Even with his self-awareness, he couldn’t stop himself - especially with this new tenant around. She wasn’t a woman he’d previously seeked out, she had found her way to his building out of pure coincidence. The moment she walked into the apartment asking if it was the one in the ad he put out, he was hooked. He’d felt this way with people before, but never this intensely. He’d find himself thinking of her at every moment - she even showed up in his dreams. He couldn’t escape her, no matter what he did. His grandfather, August, could sense this. He knew Max, he knew how his mind worked, or at least he thought he did. When Max got like this, he’d let him know he hated it.

“You’re a weak man, just like your father.” He’d say. Next, Max would be met with a slap to the face. All Max could do was take it. Even though August thought he was helping Max this way by making him into a man, Max would just hide away inside of the walls of the building to escape.

Max had built himself a sanctuary of sorts, one where he could act out on his urges. Every day, when he got the chance, he’d walk from room to room, watching his tenant like a hawk. His dark hazel eyes would peer through the openings he’d made as his tenant got ready, cooked, slept, bathed… Those last two were his favorite. Seeing her so vulnerable was a huge turn-on. Whenever he’d watch, he’d always end up masturbating to the sight of her. Her body looked like it was sculpted to perfection. He’d picture himself in the room with her, taking her in her most vulnerable of moments. He’d have to stay quiet so she didn’t find out about his sick obsession. He couldn’t be found out, though the idea of being caught turned him on a bit… just a tiny bit.

Max would continue to do this for God knows how many days, but it all came to a halt when he found out his tenant was going on an overnight business trip across the city. It was morning when she bumped into him outside of her apartment. “Oh, hi, Max!”

Her sweet voice was music to his ears. He put on his best charming smile. “Hey!” He looked towards her suitcase. “What’s that for?”

“Oh,” The tenant started with a little laugh. “I’m going across the city on a trip for work. I was gonna let you know since I know you like to say hi to me when you come in to work on my apartment.”

Max’s heart dropped. His smile faltered a little. “Oh, well, I… hope you have fun.” He nodded as he spoke. Outside, he looked charming and happy. On the inside was a completely different story. How would he be able to go about his day without her? 

“Thanks.” The tenant smiled at him before noticing her taxi was outside. “Oh, there’s my ride. I have to go!” She started to walk away. She waved to Max as she walked away. “Bye!”

“Bye.” 

This wasn’t good. This really wasn’t good. As Max put on his glasses, his mind was racing. What would he do without her? Seriously, what would he do? The door of her apartment was already open so he could go in to work on it, but he knew he couldn’t start just yet. Her being there was his motivation to work. He had to get just a little bit of her. 

Max closed the door behind him and he found his way through her apartment, looking at pictures she had of herself and admiring all of her features. He took one with him as he went to her bedroom. He stared at her bed and walked over to it. He took a glance at the picture before placing it on the nightstand. He felt his breaths get shakier as he crawled onto the bed. His hands clutched the sheets and he brought them up to his nose. He moaned quietly as her scent filled his nose and lingered there. “Absolutely divine.” He spoke out loud, his voice husky and soft. His eyes fluttered shut as he took another sniff, letting out a drawn out groan as he did. 

Pulling away with a gasp, Max’s eyes opened and looked downward. Her scent had gotten him riled up. Too riled up. He moved to undo his belt but hesitated. What if she came back because she forgot something, or someone else came in and saw him there? Those thoughts quickly went away, as his hands went against his brain and started to unbuckle his belt. As he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he realized there was no going back. He had to do this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to function today. That would raise questions with the tenant.

Max frantically unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He threw it to the side and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. His breathing grew heavy as he swallowed and pulled his boxers down as well, freeing himself. He let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his hand around his dick. He brought the sheets up to his nose again and started to stroke himself while taking in her scent, his eyes rolling into the back of his head before fluttering shut. His groans were feral and desperate. His hips bucked forward, his body clearly wanted more than just his hand. His jaw tightened and he opened his eyes, looking through lust-clouded eyes for something he could grind on. His eyes fell on a pillow and he stopped moving his hand. His other hand reached out to touch the pillow and he exhaled as he felt how soft it was. It reminded him of his tenant’s soft skin that he’d “accidentally” brush against when they interacted sometimes. He needed something… this pillow would be perfect.

Max’s hand went from lightly caressing the pillow to gripping it and bringing it towards himself. He leaned over it and brought his lips, closing his eyes as he pictured the tenant’s lips against his. He was basically full on making out with a damn pillow. He shifted his position, getting on top and pressing his dick against the pillow. The feeling of the pillow alone got beads of pre-cum dripping from him. He opened his eyes halfway and pulled away, breathing heavily. He looked up from the pillow towards the picture he left on the nightstand. He grabbed it and put it on top of the pillow. He made sure it was in a good spot before he took some time to stare down at it. 

The picture was taken by a coworker of hers in her office. She was laughing, smiling the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “My darling…” Max muttered as he stroked the frame of the picture, “My damn angel.” He pressed his lips against the picture itself, keeping his eyes semi-open so he could admire the business attire she wore in the picture. He pulled away and kept his head down so he could stare at the picture.

In Max’s mind, he was on top of his tenant, making love to her. Her soft skin was up against his. He held the sides of the pillow and started rocking his hips back and forth. Her name fell from his lips, his eyes staring at the picture, unblinking. He pictured her underneath him, smiling at him and telling him how much of a good boy he was. This made him move faster, his groans getting louder. His glasses were starting to fall off a little, but he couldn’t care less. All he was focused on was getting himself to cum.

At a certain point, Max couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he screwed them shut. His brow started to furrow and he tilted his head back, letting out a higher-pitched moan. More and more of those moans came out of him until they became soft and breathy whimpers. Though he tried to compose himself, he couldn’t. He was turning into a mess. He was whimpering, precum spilling from the tip of his dick and sweat forming on his forehead. His hands gripped the sides of the pillow and he let out a strained noise of pleasure. He was about to fucking lose it, and he was in too deep to even realize.

It wasn’t until his hips started to move out of the rhythm he had set and his dick started to throb that Max noticed. He couldn't fucking stop. He looked down at the picture one more time, whimpering his tenant’s name over and over like a damn prayer. The whimpers got progressively louder until Max thrusted one last time, pushing him completely into a state of ecstasy. He threw his head back and groaned loudly as ropes of his cum came out, most of it landing right on the picture he was looking at.

Max’s chest rose and fell quickly as he attempted to catch his breath. He was sweating, his hair and glasses were out of place. As he attempted to straighten himself out, he looked downwards and noticed that his cum had gotten on her precious photo.

His heart dropped. He cursed under his breath,  “Goddammit…!” How was he gonna clean this mess up? He was not in the right state of mind to make any rational decision. He was panicking. Nothing was coming to mind on what to do! His brain was completely blank due to the previous orgasm as well as his anxiety. He couldn’t think, so in a panic, he grabbed the picture and stared at it for a solid few seconds.

“... I’m so sorry.” Max whispered before he started to lick his own release off of the picture. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry…” He whimpered in shame, “I’ve gotten your pretty face so dirty…”

Max continued to voice his regret and lick all of his release off of the picture. In his panic, he seriously couldn't do anything else. He let out soft noises as he licked the picture clean. He smiled as he could finally see her face again, all clean and pretty. He was thinking of washing the picture off and putting it back, but the more he looked at it, the urge to just take it and use it when he needed to just got stronger. As usual, his instincts took over and he decided to take the picture with him. He quickly redressed and straightened himself out, letting out a sigh of relief. Now that was finally over, he could get back to what he originally came into this apartment to do.

Max took the picture and stared down at it - he had a plan in his mind. He’d keep the picture around him all day so he’d be motivated to work, and he would take it back with him to his own room and keep it there. One question popped up in his mind. Surely she’d notice the picture was gone. If she asked where it was, how would he answer? 

He could just lie. He’d lied to her before. He always got away with it. He just had to keep his act up. 

Max straightened the bed out so it didn’t look like anyone was there. He made sure to make it look extra nice so his tenant could return to a neat apartment. Then, he’d receive praise from her for taking such good care of her place while she was gone. That’s all he wanted from her, some positive attention. He was sure he’d get it with the way he tidied up her bedroom. As he stepped back and took a look, he concluded that it was perfect. It was time for him to get to work.

Max grunted as he stretched. He let out a sigh and turned towards the exit of the room. He stepped out and looked back at the room, taking one last look before he determined it looked as if no one had done something sick in there. Max was very careful with covering his tracks, as he’d been doing this for a while. He stood there for a few seconds before finally being able to say it looked normal.

Max looked ahead and closed the door behind him. As he walked away, he just told himself…

“All that was was a little motivation. You’ll get away with this. You’ll lie, and she’ll believe you.”

And that was all he needed. Max grabbed his toolbox he had set down earlier and took a deep breath. He had a long day ahead of him - and he was going to get through it. He just had to tell himself: 

“You’ll get away with this.”

[drunkbeefstudio]

[glennsbff]

hiii i rewatched the resident today and got inspo for new max bots so …

max lovers i hope u enjoy !!!

[jdms-flat-ass]

Precious baby ☹️

I haven’t watched everything jdm is in yet but from what I’ve seen so far he usually plays a charismatic guy, hot, ladies man, something along those lines. Not to say max isn’t? But max as a jdm character just does something for me. It’s that one scene where he’s saying he’s confused that she kissed him, he seems so innocent and genuinely upset about it. Then the way he got so sad when saruman was laying into him. I CANNOT. 😢 Overall, max just seemed really sweet, he’s a PRECIOUS pookie, don’t even @ me.

(I don’t think i need to restate the obvious and say what he did was fucked up.)

[starmilkmega]

I'll draw more soon♡♡♡

When Rick lifts too much stuff and starts to feel tired. Max then comes to help Rick with his things.

M : Let me help you?

R : I don't want to disturb you..

M : No problem♡

R : Thank you...

[cjmonsterwolf]

I need a lobotomy I’m so not normal about this man

[steamed-ham-moved]

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY ➣ France releases an airborne virus designed to eradicate all Cryptids. It ends up having the opposite effect… Kagura wants to be left alone, but that might not be possible when she meets Max, then Negan.

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│Negan & Max X fem OC, somewhat slow burn

│TWD CRYPTID AU

│Warnings - NA

│Multi-chapter(ed), somewhat slow burn

│ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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[lanadelnegan]

Me as a fictional character:

My type as a fictional character:

Idea from: @dixonsgirl93 🫶

[wheresurmoose]

Chapter 10: S.E.X.

Summary: Max and Emily’s “lazy day” doesn’t go exactly as planned but they only grow closer.

Content: fluff and smut with a dash of hurt/comfort.

Characters: Max, Emily (OC), and Officer Andrews (OC).

If you read, please reblog here and comment on AO3!!

[reveluving]

[hunterssm00n]

NSFW ! Max hc's

I got it bad, baby, I got it bad / Oh, tell me you love me

*cw include stalking, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, mention of non-con, and dark themes* MDNI - 18+

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well first things first, he’s got a thing for voyeurism, in which he’s the voyeur.

if he’s the landlord of the building, he’ll find ways to sneak around in the walls and watch absolutely everything. if he doesn’t own the building, then it will be more of a situation where he’s actively stalking; wearing his hood up to disguise himself, following closely but not too close, peering through the windows at night

he’s the definition of peeping tom.

it turns him on to watch without being detected, but at the same time he’s ashamed of those forbidden desires. honestly, he is quite a lonely man, and longs for a ‘normal’ relationship

however i think he’s too set in his ways for anything to ever be ‘normal’ with him

but even though he feels shame towards himself for his impulses, he can’t help but act on them.

he’ll be sitting in his chair inside the walls, jerking his cock and trying to keep quiet while he looks through one of the discreet holes he drilled into the plaster, huffing and softly cursing as he jacks off. when he cums it splatters the insides of the walls, which he’ll later shamefully make himself clean up so the interior doesn’t start rotting from the hot liquid

or he’ll be under the bed, one hand covering his mouth while the other palms himself through his pants, knowing he can’t open his belt because the buckle will jingle- and the hardwood floor digging into his back hurts like fuck but at the same time he doesn’t care, the pain adds to the pleasure, as does the thought of getting caught

i hc that the thrill of getting caught is actually something that excites him, as well as worries him

what this guy really, truly wants is acceptance, and to be loved like he loves: wholly, all-consumingly

in bed he’s not focused on his own pleasure at all- that comes secondary

he’s not selfish when it comes to giving pleasure- and honestly it gives him pleasure to be giving pleasure (the best kind of partner <;3)

he’s not focused on his own needs, and even if he winds up cumming he’s got the stamina and the drive to go again and again

his favorite position is missionary, because eye contact and kissing and he just wants alll the intimacy

slow and sensual is his preferred rhythm, but he’s down to get rough if asked (although he probably wouldn’t feel comfortable being overly rough)

good. with. his. hands. he’s a landlord/maintenance guy, so carpentry and doing renovations is something he’s familiar with- aka, those hands are capable of many things. long, dexterous fingers that can stroke and reach just about anywhere; rough calloused palms that rub and caress. good gawd.

amazing kisser; he loves some long, sensual make out sessions

he’s not very loud during sex at first, just because he’s so used to having to bite his fist and silence himself inside the walls, looking through the peepholes. but once he’s comfortable he lets out some pretty sexy moans and groans

loves eye contact during sex; he is just all about the super romantic, intimate lovemaking aspect of it

he’s also horny most of the time; his love language is physical touch and affection

praaaaise

he is all about praising and worshipping during sexy time

you’re so good for me, baby, so good

i love how perfectly you take me, we fit together so well

you’re so god damn beautiful, most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen

just all around sweet and loving.

however, nobody is without their… darker urges

for him, before the relationship is established (and maybe even after), he can’t help but sneak into the bedroom at night, knowing that he shouldn't be there, knowing that he’s the only one awake, knowing he’s not supposed to touch…

he's totally into somnophilia, and i hc that that’s one of his biggest kinks. honestly i think that might even be canon.

he would be into non-con somnophilia as well as consensual. morally, he'd like to say that he prefers consent, but in his twisted brain, he doesn't actually have a preference. he feels terrible about doing it without consent, but he honestly can’t help his urges; they’re too dark and strong for him to fight. he gets off knowing that he's in control, and what better way for him to be in complete control than being the only one awake?

he also would totally be into filming the act of sex, and/or taking pics during the moment. this would also either be consensual or non-con. again, he can't help himself. he also sets up hidden cameras around the apartment (or exterior of the home if it's not in his own building) so he can see what goes on when he's unable to physically be there.

he loves to look back at the photos/videos throughout the day, when he's in the middle of an apartment renovation, or taking care of his grandfather and he's just about had enough of the old man's bullshit. the pics/vids remind him of what's waiting for him at home (because he's moving in; it's gonna happen)

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow these works to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

AN: I do not own the The Resident franchise or any of its characters. I also do not own the song ‘Tell Me You Love Me’ by Demi Lovato. The photos above are from pinterest, and have links attached to the original posts.

[lowkeyclowning]

hear me out,, creeps... like Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Max from the resident… LORDD