Summary: Max has always been your best friend, even though he was very clingy. But as you introduced your new boyfriend to him, you were able to see his true face: his obsession.
Pairing: Max (The Resident) x Reader
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Jealousy, Smut, 18+, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of self-harm, DUB-CON!
Max counted the hours, minutes and seconds until he could see you again.
You were like an addiction to him – sweet but also painful!
The more he gave in, the harder it was to stop. His obsession seemed like the most wasteful human activity: he kept coming back, and back and back to you, but was never be able to truly have you.
Love has always been an object of obsession for Max since his mother died by the hand of his father, he craved for a love that has always been denied his whole life.
Max was your best friend and you always thought his devotion to you was just his way of showing how much he cared for you. Little did you know that he sneaked into your apartment to watch you sleep during night, placing a walkie-talkie underneath your bed to listen to you sleep and followed you all day to make sure you were safe.
The day you introduced your new boyfriend to Max changed everything:
Max was polite as he met your new boyfriend, trying to hide his inner demon telling him to immediately erase this unworthy human from your life but you saw something glistening in his eyes, something you had never seen before: Pure Obsession.
Max couldn’t believe you’ve chosen that pitiful boy over him. Weren’t you able to see how much he loved you? How much he cared for you? That you belonged to him? Only him!
He wasn’t able to sleep that night. His inner demon dragging him deeper into a vicious cycle of obsessive and self-destructive thoughts. Max had always known only one way to release the psychic pain – physical pain.
Feeling the sweet release emerging in his body, Max knew exactly what he had to do: Grabbing his pitch-black hoodie and heading to the city, he camouflaged among the city’s dregs, sneaking his way to one specific address…
“Dear Y/N,
Love is like the tide, it comes and it goes. Unfortunately, the tide is out in my love for you and I don’t think it will come back in. I know, our relationship was short but plase be sure you’ll always have a special place in my heart.
All the Best!”
You weren’t able to comprehend the letters nor the words written on the paper you received in your mailbox this morning. Starting to shake, you felt tears welling up in the corner of your eyes thinking about what you might have done wrong that caused this decision of your now ex-boyfriend.
“Hey Princess, what’s wrong?”
Max saw you standing with shaking hands right in front of your door, trying to hide the mischievous grin that was about to form on his lips as he saw the familiar letter in your hand.
“He broke up with me. After only two weeks!”
Your voice was nothing more than a sob and you were glad, Max immediately embraced you into a loving hug, now beaming from ear to ear as you weren’t able to see it.
“I’m so sorry, Babygirl! He didn’t deserve you anyway…Come on, there’s Pizza already waiting for us!”
Max led you towards his apartment, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling your nostrils as you noticed lit up candles spread all around the floor and two wine glasses already filled with Bordeaux colored wine.
By now, you should’ve been worried, but your mind was too sidetracked, too blinded to see what actually seemed to have happened to your boyfriend as you stepped inside the devil’s trap.
Almost guided by an invisible string, you took a seat at the kitchen table with Max, nipping on the delicious red wine, unwittingly that Max had spiced your glass with a small dose of Demerol. After a few minutes you felt yourself getting a little sleepy, suddenly fascinated by his gorgeous dimples and hazel eyes, you didn’t notice Max dragged you into his bedroom. The cold bricks of the wall against your back elicited a shiver running down your spine, his consistent dimple framed smile almost hypnotizing you as your fingers brushed through his salt ‘n pepper beard.
Why did you never realize how attractive Max was?
Max felt his heart rate increase as he noticed the effects of the medication finally kicking in your central nervous system. He bit his lower lip, tongue peeking between his teeth while he placed his hands on your waist and pressed himself against your body. You couldn’t suppress a moan as you felt his strong body so close, his unique scent filling your nostrils and immediately soothing your limbic system, awakening your emotions and sex drive as he kicked your legs open to press his clothed erection right against your already wanton core.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, Y/N!”
Max whispered in your ear, his stubbles tickling over the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck eliciting yet another moan from your gaping lips.
Max wanted to devour you, exploring every inch of your skin, getting to know every little wince and whimper as he explored your shivering body.
“We belong together, Y/N.”
His voice was nothing more than a husky growl against your skin while he placed soft kisses on your collarbone, guiding you towards his bed and gently pushing you onto the soft sheets. Within seconds you felt his strong body between your legs, grinding against your core to let you feel how much he wanted you, how much he needed you and how much he craved you.
You weren’t able to form words, not a syllable leaving your trembling lips – only little moans and whimpers as Max explored every inch of your now naked skin with his hot lips, trailing a path along your collarbone, down to your breasts and towards your hot core. He stopped for a few seconds, looking through his dark eyelashes up to you with a smirk gracing his lips before he sank down between your legs. You heard yourself whimpering as Max circled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive bud, humming in appreciation as he tasted your sweet arousal on his gustatory buds.
Max knew, he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. His raging erection begging to be freed of the tight confinements of his jeans as he dry-humped against the bed while teasing your sensitive wet folds.
A disappointed wince left your lips as you saw Max backing out from between your legs, causing him to grin widely at your reaction.
“Be patient, Babygirl. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want now!”
He chuckled, unbuckling his belt, a deep growl escaping his lips as his throbbing cock was finally free and he felt the cold air around his sensitive skin.
Max positioned himself between your legs, his huge cock brushing over your wet folds, spreading your arousal all over his length.
One hard thrust and you were sure to black out any second as you felt his enormous cock stretching your tight pussy walls, he made sure you were able to adjust to his size before he slowly started to move his hips. His deep primal growl went right to your twitching pussy and you felt yourself floating, your mind leaving your body and only the most primal needy instinct left behind.
“This time you get to be awake, Y/N…This time you get to remember!”
Okay so a bit of a preamble with this one here. For those of you who have known me on my main blog, you’re probably aware of my Jeffrey Dean Morgan thirst across his many characters, Max from The Resident being one of them. I’ve chosen to bring him to this blog because I think he would fit in better with the other characters I write here, mostly because the way I view him is darker than how other people have viewed him in the past. I’ve also been talking with my dear friend @kijilinn, who wrote the first Max fic I ever read that we both missed Max and writing about him, so she allowed me to use the last name she gave him in that fic as a way to better tag him as his own character. So anyways, aside from this big huge explanation I really hope you enjoy my writing for Max. I kept this story as kind of an introduction to Max and The Resident as I’m not sure how many people have seen it. Hope you all enjoy <3
Warnings: Voyeurism, stalking, and brief breeding kink mention
Max Sonnen x AFAB Reader
Max knew since he first saw you in the little cafe across the street from his apartment building that you were the one. You always spent your mornings in the cafe, drinking coffee with whatever flavored creamer you felt like that morning, munching on some sweet pastry as you typed away on your laptop. Your hands were so fast, fingers nimbly moving across the keys as Max imagined you were trying to keep up with your hurried thoughts. He couldn’t get enough of how small your hands were, and longed for the day when he could hold them in his.
That’s why when he overheard you talking to a friend on the phone that you were looking for a new place to stay he knew he needed to act fast. You couldn’t say no to what he could offer, a beautiful spacious apartment with a gorgeous view of the city. Hardwood floors and antique lighting fixtures on the walls, a place that he would offer at such a reasonable price that there was no way you could refuse.
So after waiting many long days for you to notice the tenant wanted ads on the cafe cork board, you finally had come to see the apartment, no, to see him. He couldn’t help but watch as you took in every inch of the apartment with awe, turning to him every once and a while and asking again if you had heard the amount right. You were so precious, your smile warming his core as he essentially handed you the answer to all of your problems on a silver platter.
He made sure to always be around when you needed him. How cute it was when you acted like helping you was a chore, when really it’s all he could imagine himself doing. The smell of your shampoo always clung to him, making him desperate to bury his nose in your hair. But that was still too early.
Max noticed your sidelong glances, not certain if you were feeling the same way he did about you but taking advantage of that opportunity anyway. You were always hesitant to go further, not wanting to make the landlord-tenant relationship strained. But only if you knew how willing he was to throw all of that out the window if he could put a ring on your finger right now. He needed you so desperately, and when you weren’t able to make time for him, he found other ways.
The renovations he had done on his building weren’t simply to modernize it for prospective tenants. He had always been an exceptional handyman, working on this building with his grandfather August for as long as he could remember, and he knew each floor inside and out. He discovered that he could connect his room to yours with a hidden passage within the walls of the apartment. He could see you any time he missed you, which was every time you weren’t beside him.
He had initially felt bad about the two way mirror in the bathroom, he didn’t want to invade the privacy of his future bride. But he needed to see. What if you were hurt, he needed to be able to watch over you and protect you. He told himself that’s what the hidden hole in the wall in front of the bathtub was for as well, but even he had to admit there were ulterior motives for that.
He couldn’t resist the curves of your body, how soft your thighs looked as they peeked out of the water while you gave them a scrub. The suds that pooled around your breasts as you washed them as well, imagining himself touching them. How would you react? Would your mouth hang open all prettily as you moaned for him? Would your thighs twitch and your body quiver, that plump bottom lip of yours sucked between your teeth to prevent you from being too loud?
Max hadn’t intended to see you in your most intimate moments until you were with him, he really hadn’t. But he didn’t turn away as your hands would sink beneath the water, your head tilted back as he saw all of these expressive faces he had never witnessed on you before. He needed to see them, see them as you would hopefully moan out his name the way you did as you neared your peak. He certainly hadn’t expected his name to come out of your mouth on a couple of these occasions. You thought of him like that. Max knew it was true and he was even closer to having you all to himself. You wanted him and he wanted you.
One evening, when Max simply had to have more, couldn’t take it anymore, he created a distraction; a thud on the other side of the apartment, courtesy of him banging his fist against the wall. As you dried off and hesitantly wandered to the kitchen to see if something had fallen, he pulled at a hatch in the wall and slunk out, his bare feet touching the cold floor of your bedroom as he slowly circled your bed.
He waited as long as he possibly could until he had to drop to the floor, swiftly sliding under the bed as you entered the room. He watched as your bare feet neared the bed, preparing to climb in. You were so close to him, Max could practically reach out and touch you, but he knew better. Breath held, he watched as your feet disappeared, the bed dipping above him as you settled in.
Max couldn’t help but palm himself through his jeans, not realizing just how tight they had gotten. He bit his lip as he listened to the little sounds you made as you sunk into the mattress, trying to get yourself comfortable enough to drift off. As your breathing slowed, he let out a soft exhale, trying his best not to moan.
Max didn’t know how much longer he could live like this, with you sleeping so soundly alone in your bed when he knew how much you wanted him. He wanted to be the one in bed with you right now, arms wrapped around you as he held you to his chest. He bit his tongue as he imagined how he would get to hear those little moans of yours every night, pleasing you like you deserved to be pleased. How desperately he wanted to put that ring on your finger, take you, his wife, into the bed every night, and rub over your belly as it would eventually begin to swell with his child.
No, he had to stop thinking about that right now. He couldn’t get carried away. You would come to him in time. If he had to come up with more excuses to be around you, then so be it. He would do anything in his power to ease your worries and take care of you for as long as you both lived. Because you loved him, after all, whether you were fully aware of it yet or not.
Daddy, I need you to use me. I need you to dominate me. You can anything you want with me, just please make me feel something. 🥺
Max’s eyes widened immediately as he heard the begs to dominate you. He bit his lip while he nervously started to fidget with his keychain.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you? You mean everything to me, Baby!” He placed gentle kisses on your cheek, still not being able to process that you really wanted him! Him, the freak, the weak and useless blighter.
He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you onto the bed, his eyes darkened with pure lust, pupils dilated as he saw you to his full mercy laying on his own bed. He unbuckled his belt, palming his twitching erection through the tight confinements of his trousers.
“You look beautiful! You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen!” he hummed, his eyes glued on your mesmerizing body.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now. Daddy’s gonna make sure you’ll be screaming his name for every resident to hear!” he smirked and dropped his pants before he climbed onto the bed with you, positioning himself between you’re already spread legs - your core already glistening and showing him enough evidence of how much you needed and wanted him!
The stubbles of his salt ‘n pepper beard gently tickling the sensitive skin on your neck as he entangled you into a passionate needy kiss.
“Now be a good girl and let Daddy use you. My cock has been waiting for you since I’ve peeked through the hole in your apartment, seeing you naked and playing with what’s clearly mine now!” He growled from the depths of his throat as he started to pump his pulsating cock while he grabbed your throat with his other hand and pinned you even harder down into the mattress.
