#the resident 2011

[reveluving]

anything and everything ; paddy feld x reader x max

summary: it’s them and their girl against the fucking world.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), Max & Paddy in general (if you've seen the movies, you know how they are. but! they're pretty tame here), minor character death (deserved; horrible ex + cheating but it's okay, you win in the end) including minor mentions of blood & breaking bones type of violence, Paddy & Max would do anything for you.

a/n: ta-da!! you don't know how excited I was to write this. had to rewrite a few things but I was too into the idea, I didn't mind kdlsajk and mind you, it's EXTRA nasty in this one, so, keep that in mind! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

» smut includes: mildly DARK fic! mm4f, size kink, lovestruck & possessive (slightly mean) doms!paddy & max, shy-esque mc, ‘baby’ & ‘pretty girl’ as petnames, dirty talking, facesitting/oral s~ex (both f & m receiving, clothed(?) too), spit & tit play, marking, spanking, brief mentions of blood play (doesn’t happen), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), teasing & mentions of punishment, did I mention possessive paddy & max yet?

'And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.' ;

Paddy’s fingers thrummed along the shape of the steering wheel, subtly displaying his excitement even at such an hour. The music coming from the radio was partially his saving grace from the fairly long drive but the anticipation of what was to come expelled any form of restlessness in his body.

The road he took practically didn’t exist on the map, but he had no problem navigating his destination the deeper he went into the woods, not when he had taken the route many times for the past couple of months for this very moment.

Slowly yet surely, he spotted a familiar car, the headlights remaining on were enough for Paddy to see a man overlooking something before him. He knew his landlord long enough to recognize the large, taller frame in the distance. He spotted the bundle of clothes by his feet, along with the rocks of different sizes next to it, and Paddy knew he had begun.

Good thing, too, for it was mere hours before your alarm would go off, and they wanted to be by your side as soon as you opened your pretty eyes.

Without wasting any time, Paddy turned the engine of his car off before exiting the vehicle, sauntering over to his good friend—your other partner—and standing next to him.

“Took you long enough.” Max scoffed, though largely jesting to get under Paddy’s skin.

“She slept later than usual.” Paddy explained, one corner of his lips quirking at the memory of mere hours ago, of him snuggling you against him, lulling you to sleep with kisses and pats before quietly leaving the unit once he was confident you were truly out like a light.

“She couldn’t sleep?” Max glanced at his friend, a hint of worry in his rich voice, to which Paddy shook his head.

“She’s just excited for tomorrow.” Ah, Halloween.

Max hummed in understanding, then cut the conversation, or at least, the subject short. As much as he’d love to ask how you were doing, he and Paddy had business to take care of, and the ‘business’ in question stood right in the trench before them.

Chad, or really, they’d just prefer to call him ‘your ex’, stood naked in the ditch, shivering and battered from Max’s need to pour his frustration out on him an hour prior—remembering all the stories you’d tell them of how he had the gall to swoop in and take you from them, even if you weren’t theirs yet. 

It was one thing to steal you from them, but it was another to treat you like you were worth less than cheap dirt. Manipulating you into thinking his mistreatments were just you ‘being a big baby’ or accusing you of how ‘possessive’ you were when he would ‘just casually talk’ to other women when you found the bravery to break up with him a year ago.

But were they really surprised by a pompous man, no, boy, with dodgy secrets? Spending his old money on pointless luxuries and meeting up with low lives behind his old girlfriends’ backs, including yours. It was a good thing you were out of the relationship earlier than his previous exes, but fuck, if Paddy and Max didn’t want to gouge his eyes out for even mistreating you in the first place. 

They could never forget the tears in your eyes and on your cheek when you stopped by, reassuring them with a wobbly smile that you had ended the relationship, but not without seeing the man’s true colours by berating you for leaving him.

But that was in the past. The months that came after were nothing but bliss, for you and them. You didn’t think Paddy nor Max were open to the idea—the three of you—but you were proven wrong. You should’ve expected it, though, with how Paddy and Max were more or less alike, including but not limited to their ‘innocent’ flirting with you before it all went down.

But it wasn’t just the relationship that had them in high spirits.

It wasn’t hard to find his information online—the sucker was as terrible as an ‘influencer’ nowadays, and it was even easier to air his secrets out, destroying relationships including with his own family and even transferring most of his savings to shelters because why the hell not. 

At one point, Max couldn’t resist taking a video of the poor guy borderline begging the lady he cheated with when you were still together at their usual meeting spot at a bar.

He and Paddy had the time of their lives watching the embarrassing scene, even anonymously sharing it on his hacked account before days later, Paddy tampered with the same woman’s drink enough for her to overdose and successfully framed your ex ‘as revenge for public humiliation’. 

Yes, the past few months were priceless, to say the least.

But they never spent the whole time ruining the man’s life all the time, no, they had a beloved to take care of. The time to ruin lives could come whenever they pleased, but not precious moments with you.

Besides, wasn’t it more entertaining to drag out one’s victim’s despair just a little longer? The reactions to their downfall mattered, after all.

And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.

“Doesn't look like he's got a lot of fight in ‘em.” Paddy snorted.

“Good.” Max replied, short but well-pleased.

“Hey, man…” Chad croaked, and Max and Paddy immediately grimaced, “I didn't think she meant that much to you…. Honest…”

The two rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“At least think of a better lie, kid,” Max sighed, “‘s'not like we'd let you go if you did.”

Paddy huffed, amused at the truth in his words. If anything, they'd be doing the world a favour, removing a little parasite—yours, theirs, his ‘friends’ and exes, and hell, even his family—all while getting to call you theirs.

But, it was satisfying to see the pathetic sod being, well, pathetic. A way better look on him than the infuriatingly cocky façade he'd put up around others for whatever the hell he was leering for then.

“I’m not..! I–C'mon, I didn't even lay a hand on her–” Chad reasoned weakly, only to further set them off.

“You better pray you fucking didn't.” Paddy snarled. He and Max knew he didn't, but it didn't ease their anger any less because, at the end of the day, he still manipulated you in some way, using a few tricks to make you seem like you were the ‘overthinking’ one even if it didn't entirely work. 

At the end of the day, he did you harm.

“Alright, y'got anything else to say, kid?” Max leaned his weight on one leg, adjusting the black gloves he had been wearing since he dragged the guy in the middle of nowhere. Paddy, too, put on his gloves as he turned around, all while eyeing the rocks.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Chad spoke in urgency, his teeth chattering from the chilly air, “I can pay up! I won’t tell anybody shit about this–”

“No, you won’t,” Max agreed as he interjected, honestly not wanting to listen to him anymore, “Not especially her name out of your mouth.”

Against his better judgement, Chad had the gall to shout at the mere mention of you.

“Her?” He yelled, his annoyance picking back when Max brought your name up multiple times during this whole thing, “Why the fuck does she matter to you that much anywa–” 

Crunch.

Chad's head whipped to the side as the sizable rock Paddy threw landed at his temple, the sound horrific but satisfying to the two.

“Easy,” Max drawled, swiftly picking up a rock and inspecting it, “No fun in killing him already.” 

“You wanna listen to him talk ‘bout her like that?” Paddy grunted, chest rising and falling at the audacity of a man who was on the brink of death.

“Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm pissed,” Max replied coolly, hiding his temper behind nonchalance. He felt the weight of the rock he held before eyeing Chad with a dangerous look, “But the head? Pat, come on, we made it this far. Play around with him a little.” 

Paddy didn't have the time to reply as Max held the rock above him before throwing it, aiming right at Chad's leg with almost the same, if not, a nastier sound of impact than when Paddy threw it. 

Chad yowled, falling to the ground before groaning in sheer pain. He could only sob on the ground, specks of dirt already in his eyes and mouth.

“See?” Max smiled cruelly, “Make him feel it, just like she had to.”

Just speaking of it riled him up just as it did to Paddy. They wanted to finally, finally get it rid of him, sure, but there was no harm in having fun with it just a little longer. They'd clean up the mess anyway, might as well say their final goodbyes to the son of a bitch for good.

“Yeah… Yeah, alright.” Paddy mirrored his friend's cold-blooded contentment, picking up another rock, this time, hoping to break any parts of his bones without instantly killing him just yet.

And just like that, Chad wished for his ultimate death as they prolonged his torture.

You, back in Paddy’s unit, were none the wiser, slowly from your deep sleep. You turned, anticipating Paddy upon opening your bleary eyes, only to blink at the sight of Max, watching you with a warm smile as he lay on his side.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, bringing his hand to your face and caressing your cheek.

“G'morning…” You murmured with a shy smile, hiding one side of your face in the pillow.

“Oh, no, don't do that now,” Max chuckled, “Don't hide that pretty face from me.”

Even half asleep, he could make you giggle first thing in the morning.

“How'd you sleep?” He asked, his voice almost enough to lull you back to sleep.

“Good,” You responded, unaware of their little escapade hours ago. You yawned, “You?”

“Like a baby,” He grinned, causing your heart to flutter. In reality, he hadn't had a wink of sleep since he and Paddy drove back home, but the adrenaline of putting the bastard down gave him more than enough energy to see you, “Come here.”

Max gently led you to his lap, encouraging you to straddle his hips while resting your head on his chest, “Atta girl.”

You couldn't resist relaxing in his arms, not when he was so warm and comfortable, and he didn't want you to do so either, kissing the crown of your head while his hands slid up and down your sides.

But you knew Max long enough to know his touches didn't always stay innocent as his hands roamed lower and lower and lower before reaching the hem of your nightdress.

You eyed him suspiciously, “Max…”

He just hummed, leaning in to kiss your temple and cheek, “That's me.” 

You huffed at his wits, only for your eyes to flutter shut as his hands roamed under the fabric, “Max, c'mon, I just woke up…”

You were a little worried about your morning breath and how you looked from just waking up, but he was having none of it.

“Can't hear you.” He drawled lowly against your skin, pulling you closer so he could latch his lips onto your neck. You jolted at the feeling of Max's palms gripping and kneading your ass, your body only growing tauter when a third hand slid up the curve of your back.

 trick-or-treaters“Starting without me, pretty girl?” Paddy cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the other side that Max hadn't touched yet.

“Paddy…” You whimpered, and as soon as you turned your head to look at him, briefly noticing he was shirtless, he slotted his lips against yours, the fingers of his other hand brushing along your neck before descending to your clothed breasts.

The haziness in your mind grew more than when you woke up, feeling pairs of lips and hands mark your body with vigour.

Max sat up, forcing you and Paddy to break the kiss as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

Paddy took a seat on the edge of the mattress, kissing your shoulder from behind, feeling his spine-chilling groans reverberating against your back. 

And with two sick minds thinking alike, images of you covered in your ex’s blood in between them fueled their uncontrollable desires. Too bad every last drop of it had to be drained for obvious reasons. But it wouldn't hurt to imagine what could've been every once in a while. 

So long the deed was done. 

Good riddance, bitch.

Paddy pulled at your tits between his fingers, the same time Max nipped at the space between your neck and shoulder, leaving the barest hint of mark that begged to be darker. 

More long-lasting, prominent for the world to see.

“How ‘bout it, baby? Think you can for a quick round before we let you go?” Max asked. They could've convinced you to stay in bed longer if not for the candies you had promised to buy before the last minute in the afternoon for trick-or-treaters tonight.

“We'll take good care of you.” Paddy added, as they always did.

You pleaded with the two with a look that was to die for and it wouldn't take long for them to act upon your request, leaving you in your pretty undies, almost tearing off your sleepwear when they removed the pesky article.

Max was eager to lay on his back, encouraging you to move back a little and position your ass just above his face, making you face Paddy, whose pants were off, teasing you by fondling his prominent tent with a smug smile.

You weren't sure whether to focus on him or Max’s cock standing tall each time you looked down, awaiting your soft lips and its careful licks.

You jumped at Max’s playful slaps and massages of your ass, prompting Paddy to coo as he neared until his shins touched the bed.

“Playin’ a lil’ rough, isn’t he, baby?” He cradled your jaw, almost condescendingly mimicking your parted lips as Max licked you through the flimsy panties. He gently led your head by the chin to his bulge and sighed in contentment, “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

“My good girl.” Max grunted, biting his lips upon moving your panties to the side before licking a big stripe along your pussylips like a man starved, even more so when he couldn’t help but spank you three more consecutive times, downright suffocating himself when trapped your thighs around his head.

“Max…” You cried into Paddy’s tented pants, nuzzling him like it would calm Max down, but they couldn’t blame you, knowing your mind was already mush. 

You could already imagine the familiar beard burns decorating your inner thighs.

Paddy pouted, “Baby, ‘m’feeling a lil’ lonely,” Brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, he stared at your through lidded eyes, “You know what t’do, yeah?”

You did, you always did.

Keeping your eyes on him, you mouthed along the girth of him, leaving little trails of drool because ‘there is nothing sexier than our sweet girl making a mess out of them’. Their words, not yours.

Giving a low growl, he slid his sweatpants down for you, “That’s it.”

He didn’t bother putting on boxers, already anticipating such ‘morning routine’ if he and Max were going to make it until the evening before they could get their hands on you again.

Of course, that didn’t mean they’d play nice behind closed doors when the trick-or-treaters weren’t around.

His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his hard cock ached for you if the subtle twitches were anything to go by.

But Max, still eating you out and practically leaving marks on your behind, shoved his tongue into you just a tad deeper, reminding you that he, too, needed you.

You could only let a little glob of drool drip onto Max’s cock, then slowly wrapped your fingers around it before sliding your hand down to the base. Paddy clenched his jaw, greedy for the same treatment when Max bucked into your hand. He loosened just a tad bit when you finally leaned in, taking a small, cautious lick at the tip of him.

Somehow, somehow, Max knew your teasing behaviour and brought his palm down on your already sensitive rear. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t begging for air at this point the more your thighs tightened around him—if only you knew how much he wouldn’t mind dying that way.

Paddy tutted in disapproval, gently tapping his cock on your cheek, “Not very nice of you.”

“Think she deserves a little punishment?” Max spoke against your cunt, spreading your cheeks and downright spitting at your hole.

“I’m sure she can handle a few,” Paddy responded, eyes rolling back when you moaned around him the more he pushed himself into your mouth. He continued through gritted teeth, “And then, we’ll give her everything. Just like she deserves.”

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» a/n: this was initially a standalone fic for Max but then I was like mmm OMG what about with Max and Negan but then... I also wanted to write for Paddy, so... yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[hellboys]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Max in The Resident (2011)

[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.”

[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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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.

[sskadooosh]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Max

Trigger warning: the movie is about SA

Movie: The Resident, 2011

Disclamer: Jeffrey's character in this movie is a sociopath and the things he did are absolutely horrific.

[yokyopeli]

The Resident trailer (2011) 1/ 2 Directed by Antti J. Jokinen

[thedarkmistress16]

What movie or TV show most accurately portrays yandere?

for tv shows i have no idea but here's an old doc detailing the movies ive seen that include yan traits in a character and/or have storylines that are reminiscent of yan behaviors. no idea if I remember writing the summaries myself from compiling multiple ones or pulled them straight from their wikis, but the personal thoughts section are def all me, lol.

been a while since i watched these so my ratings may change, but lmk what you think of these! and feel free to rec some yan films or tv shows you want me to give my thoughts on 😊

[thefreakydeaky]

I don't think I had ever paid enough attention to The Resident to notice the part where she watches her security cameras and sees that he raped her. Idk how I didn't know this before but like... 🤢🤮

[10ud-c10ud]

Is this the third day in a row I’m watching the resident (2010) cause creepy, stalky, absolutely FUCKED UP JDM in this movie is kinda fucking hot to me? Yes.

Does it fuck me up bc I have ✨trauma✨ and the the piece of it hits a little to close to home? Also yes.

Is my toxic trait the fact that I think I could fix that poor damaged man and keep him out of the walls? abso-FUCKING-lutely!

[azaziel-kun]

ABC Fanart for study purpose

[kenaigamesgallantly]

Scene Packs Masterlist

(Download links are in the description of each video)

Stefano Valentini (The Evil Within 2)

Ruben "Ruvik" Victoriano (The Evil Within, + DLC)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 0, NO SUBTITLES)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 0, SUBTITLED)

Donna + Angie Beneviento (Resident Evil Village)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil Village)

Baraka (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Kabal (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Kung Lao (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Raiden (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Reptile (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Scorpion (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

Smoke (Mortal Kombat 9/2011)

[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 ♡

[azacello]

Never had a character get so much more progressively likeable as devon pravesh maybe Harvard med does have rights

[prettyflyshyguy]

Body horror isnt just about the initial knee jerk response to something looking wrong. Something looking wrong doesn't equate to it being bad or evil. 

The moment I stopped focusing on the gorgeous practical effects of The Thing (1982) and I instead pivoted to what was really going on, it hit me like a truck. I love body horror. I’ve never been particularly scared by it. I love teeth and flesh and blood and too many arms and eyes in the wrong places. 

I never stopped to think about the psychological element. I was too busy being enamored and excited by monsters to think about anything else. Horror that focuses on the mind has always scared me.

The Thing (2011) has two moments that are burned into my brain.

For all the failings of the prequel, it hit something dead on that the original didn’t cover as directly.

At what point do you become The Thing.

When does assimilation occur? How fast does it occur? We know one cell is enough. But for how long are you aware, conscious, knowledgeful?

When do you stop struggling? Did you stop because you realised there was nothing you could do? Or did you stop because you’re not you anymore.

What would it feel like? How long would you feel it? Would your mind cave in? Would it let you? How much of You could it take before you’re gone enough for the nightmare to end?

In truth, body horror does scare me. It always has. 

Just not in the way I thought it would. 

[hellhoundteeth-archive]

"The Resident" (2011)

[axe8472]

nothing radicalises a UK university student like reading about the history of tuition + maintenance grants/loans