#mini max

[suronnnn]

[maxbruiser]

Might delete this later

[haastzre]

Can you draw simi and max as their son please?

i'm sorry that this took quite a while to respond 😔

anyway, love the idea of this! Here's them enjoying ice cream together 🍨🌤️

[wiresandmetalhands01]

mini max is like an annoying little brother istg

sorry but i like drawing baymax ooc it's funny to me

[flipppyflopp]

“Sometimes, life doesn’t go the way you planned, like meeting you. Name’s Hero Shimada, and this little guy is Mini Max, how’s it going?” 🤖

My third and last of my twst ocs! This is Hero Shimada and he is based on Hiro Hamada from Big Hero 6, one of my top three favorite Disney films. You also get to meet Takashi, Hero’s older brother that goes to RSA, and Mini Max, a miniature version of Baymax that’s made to be more portable. As you can tell by the mini comic, I already have lots of ideas for Hero’s backstory that I hope to explore soon.

I tried to incorporate little references to Big Hero 6 in Hero’s design for his uniform and pajamas, so keep an eye out for them. I hope you all enjoy and I’d love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to leave any questions about Hero, Takashi, or Mini Max, in the comments or in my inbox! ✨

[hexagramdeaf]

maxryl one shot

med student daryl x post canon mini max

18 + content warning : cnc , no penetration , edging , and fingering

daryl sits at the dining table hunched over with his nose in a book, notebook papers scattered all across the table. he chews on the cap of his pen before moving to write another note on the mesenteric arteries. the young scholar is so engrossed in his studies, that he doesn't hear the soft creaking of floorboards as his partner approaches. "you're still studying?" max whispers into the shell of daryl's ear, causing him to jump and drop his pen. "jesus christ you scared the shit out of me!" he gasps.

" 'm sorry baby, i was missin' you." max's arms wrap around daryl's shoulders from behind. daryl leans his back against the chair, his head still tilted up in max's direction. "well, i'll be done soon, okay?" his hand brushes against max's forearm, rubbing up and down gently before trying to pull him off of him. "but i need to get these notes finished." max grip tightens and daryl can no longer pull him off.

"it's been an hour, you can take a break."

daryl's jaw clenches as tries to pull away feeling max's hand begin to glide up his shirt. max leans down pressing his lips against daryl's silencing any protest he may have. curious finger find daryl's nipple, tweaking and rubbing it between thumb and index finger. daryl whimpers into max's mouth, his hands clutching onto both of max's forearms. max breaks the kiss his hand moving out from under his lover's shirt. "get up." daryl swallows obidently rising to his feet, max grabs him instantly with one arm pulling him against his body.

he moves all of daryl's papers and study material out of the way before turning him over and laying him on the table. daryl doesn't dare to say anything, allowing max to pull off his sweats for him, tossing them carelessly to the side. "you're already wet , cute. just from one little kiss? a simple touch?" max teased, his hand finding the wet spot on daryl's boxers and rubbing the outline of his tip with his forefinger. daryl whined, his face coloring a deep shade of pink. "stop." he whispered, even though he truly doesn't want max to stop.

"what was that?" max stops rubbing his print, illiciting a low whine from daryl. "no! no please, i didn't mean it..." max tilts his head leaning forward just slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement. "then what is it? what do you want from me?" daryl gnawed in the inside of his cheek staring up at max with watery eyes. "touch me." max smirks completely. "say it louder." god he is such a prick! "p-please touch me." daryl says a louder, a bit more bass in his voice.

max hand returns stroking daryls print a bit faster this time. "good boy." daryl's breath quickened his moans growing louder with each stroke. his face was flushed, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "alright, that's enough. Turn over." max instructed. daryl quickly turned himself over onto his stomach, his lower half left dangling at the end of the table.

max runs his hands up daryl's sides stopping at his hips, thumbs pressing into his lower back, slowly grinding into the flesh. daryl gasps his entire body shivering from the touch. max's fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers sliding them down past daryl's thighs. daryl was rock hard his shaft already leaking pre-cum, max didn't touch him there however his hands busy grasping the flesh of his ass.

max brang one hand up to daryl's face, pressing two fingers to his lips. "suck." daryl obediently opens his mouth and takes the two fingers between his tongue. After a moment of suckling max removes them and starts to prob daryl's hole. daryl whimpers, rambling on for max not to tease although that just makes him want to tease more. "alright, alright, relax cupcake." he says, fingers slowly starting to push inside. daryl cries out at the stretch, so familiar, yet painful. max moves his hand slowly, fingers curling up slightly.

"max, please touch me!" daryl moans, openly crying now as max's pace increases, becoming incredibly intense. his cock left hard and neglected below him, more of that incredible pleasure blossoming inside of him. max chuckles to himself, enjoying seeing daryl come undone. "repeat that for me?" he slams his fingers harshly inside of him once more illiciting a particularly loud moan from daryl. "please touch me! I want to cum!" satisfied with that answer max brings his hand around to daryl's front quickly stroking his flushed member, bringing him to release. daryl's body tenses up, his lower half shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "ah, fuck." he pants, turning his head over and against the table, sweat slicked skin sticking to the polished wood.

max moves his hand from inside of daryl causing them both to grunt softly. Then moving his other hand from beneath him, now covered in daryl's cum, greedy licking it off his palm. "you made such a mess. you should clean up cupcake." he teased, staring down at daryl's still writhing body. daryl glares up at him, letting out a small huff. "shut up."

thanks for reading ! 🦄

I didn't really proof read this so there may be mistakes :p

[invincble]

୭ ˚. it’s four in the morning and daryl slips out onto the roof for a cigarette | +18

tw! brief oral sex. smoking. teasing. aftercare

Daryl let out a heavy sigh and closed his books.

He had spent the whole night studying nonstop and completely lost track of time. He turned toward the clock beside his bed and saw that it read four in the morning; still early, the perfect hour for a cigarette. He got up from his chair, turned off the desk lamp, put on his hoodie, and left his room, he walked toward his mother’s door, opened it as quietly as possible, and peeked through the small gap.

The room was dark, but not enough to hide the silhouette of the bed and the woman lying in it, on the nightstand was Lorazepam and an unfinished glass of water, she seemed to be in a light sleep, but Daryl knew she wouldn’t wake up until eight, if he stayed careful, of course.

He closed the door and went downstairs, the cotton of his socks barely making a sound. On the way, he tied his curls into a bun and headed to the kitchen, opening the utensil drawer that barely saw the light of day and pulling out a box of cigarettes from the back. They were his mom’s, the expensive kind. It didn't take long to find them after accidentally seeing her hide them there, a smart spot considering they never used anything from that drawer.

He grabbed the lighter and headed back to his room. He put on his shoes, opened the window, slid half his body out, and climbed nimbly onto the tiled roof. He walked to the center and sat down with his legs crossed. He put a cigarette between his lips, lit it, and took a drag. The sky was still dark but already hinted at dawn. A view Daryl would’ve appreciated more if he didn’t feel so stressed.

After a few minutes, he heard someone climbing up behind him.

“Hey, dollface.”

Daryl tried not to roll his eyes at the nickname and took another drag. Max sat beside him, but Daryl didn’t look at him.

Max watched every little movement he made, from the slight tremble of his thin fingers holding the cigarette to the smoke leaving his lips. It was something Daryl still didn’t know if he hated or loved; he hated feeling like a fawn under a predator’s gaze, yet loved the spark of excitement it sent through him.

“Aren’t you gonna share?” Max asked mockingly. Daryl glanced at him sideways and handed him the pack and the lighter.

“Don’t smoke too many. Last time, my mom almost killed me and I had to come up with some bullshit excuse; plus, these things are expensive.”

Max let out a humorless laugh and lit his cigarette. They didn’t speak for a moment.

Silence.

“You’re not wearing that shit you always put on your eyes today,” Max said, studying Daryl’s bare face.

Daryl finally turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “The eyeliner?”

“Mhm.” Max took a drag and slowly licked his full lips. Daryl’s eyes flickered down to them, then back up. “You look innocent. Naive.”

Daryl clicked his tongue and flicked the ash from his cig.

“And does that turn you on?” he asked without really thinking. Max let out a chuckle that bordered on mocking and ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth without breaking eye contact.

“What do you think?” he replied, raising both brows. He exhaled smoke so close that Daryl felt its warmth brush his cheek. “You always act like you don’t know, but then you drop things like that and make me wonder if you’re coming onto me.”

Daryl pressed his lips together, threw away what was left of his cigarette, and grabbed another, more to keep his hands busy than because he wanted to smoke. He didn’t think his mom would get that mad over three of her precious cigarettes going missing, besides, she could always buy more.

“I was just saying. Don’t get too excited.” He muttered, lighting it.

Max smiled. Slow, dangerous.

“Excited?” he asked in a low, almost hoarse voice. “Baby, if I got excited, you’d be the first to notice.”

Daryl huffed and refused to give him more answers.

Max looked him over more carefully and noticed the exhaustion and stress in Daryl’s face. He raised a brow, put out his cigarette on the tile, and tossed it away. Daryl looked at him tiredly but said nothing. Then he felt Max’s chin settle on his shoulder, warm breath brushing his skin. Daryl tensed a bit when Max’s lips barely touched his neck, but he focused on his cigarette—or at least tried to.

“Why so stressed, mhm?”

Daryl sighed. “Exams.”

“You’re still on that? Last time I saw you, you were reading that fancy university shit too.”

“That was for my review quizzes, Max.”

“Same shit.”

Daryl closed his eyes for a moment and sighed again.

“I know something that’ll relax you,” Max murmured, voice even rougher now, and placed a wet kiss on his neck. Daryl swallowed hard. He knew exactly what he meant.

“Max, we can’t just fuck in my room. My mom is literally on the other side of the wall. Those pills aren’t that strong, she could wake up, and you know damn well I’m loud.”

“Just bite the pillow.” Max scoffed, continuing to kiss his neck.

“As if it were that easy.” Daryl scoffed, bringing the cigarette to his lips. Max took it from him without warning, put it out, and threw it like he had his own. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Daryl complained, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

Max ignored the question and stood up. “C’mon dollface. I’m not dragging us all the way to my place, it’s fucking far.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, grabbed the pack and lighter, and stood as well. He carefully walked to the edge where his window was supposed to be and hung down, sliding inside with precision.

“Careful, don’t ruin that pretty face of yours,” Max teased. Daryl shot him a sideways look and slipped into his room. A moment later, Max entered too.

The digital clock on his nightstand read almost five.

Max looked around the room as he always did—something Daryl was used to, though it still made him nervous.

“Just let me put this back where it was,” Daryl murmured, referring to the pack and the lighter.

Max stared at him.

“Go ahead.”

Daryl headed to the door, taking off his shoes first to avoid noise. He slipped out and returned two minutes later, this time empty-handed. He hadn’t realized he was shaking with excitement, anticipation. He peeked at his mother to make sure she was still asleep, and once confirmed, he returned to his room.

He closed the door quietly. Max was still standing there, waiting.

“What took you so long?” Max growled softly.

“It was just two minutes, you dramatic...” Daryl didn’t know when his voice had turned soft, more than usual. He frowned a little, feeling his cheeks warm.

“Mm... two minutes is too much for me.”

Daryl felt his stomach tighten. Max stepped toward him slowly, like he was cornering some helpless little creature.

“Too much for you?” Daryl echoed, instinctively stepping back until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.

Max smirked.

“Let me tell you something, dollface,” he murmured, grabbing a loose ringlet and curling it around his finger before tugging it down, forcing Daryl to look up at him. “When I already have you worked up... two minutes is a fucking eternity.”

Suddenly, Max pushed him onto the bed, not harshly, but enough to make Daryl fall on his back. Heat rushed to Daryl’s face as Max hovered over him like he was a small prey.

“What...”

“You’re all red,” Max said, tilting his head in amusement.

Daryl scoffed and tried to sit up, only for Max to push him back down again.

“Stay there.”

Max slid his fingers under the fabric of Daryl’s hoodie, lifting it just a little. “Arms up,” he whispered.

Daryl obeyed without thinking. His hoodie and shirt came off in one smooth motion and landed on the floor. He tried covering his chest out of a strange shyness, even though they’d done this hundreds of times.

“You’re breathing like I’ve already done something to you,” Max murmured with a slow smile. “So easy for me...”

Daryl clenched his fists against the sheets. “Shut up.”

Max only smirked. In any other situation, that expression would’ve annoyed Daryl, but right now, a warmth settled in his chest, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared that.

Max lowered his face closer to Daryl’s, lips almost brushing. “You have no idea how much I love seeing you like this,” he kissed Daryl’s neck, right over his pulse. “So nervous...” another kiss on his collarbone. “So tense...” another on his areola, where he paused to lick softly. "So mine.”

Daryl let out a moan he quickly covered with his hand. Max noticed, of course—he noticed everything.

Max’s mouth traveled down his chest, then his stomach, until he reached the waistband of Daryl’s pants. He licked along the edge, his tongue occasionally brushing warm brown skin. Daryl made a small sound of pleasure; his whole body felt overly sensitive. Max pulled down his pants and underwear, tossing them aside, then began kissing along his thighs until reaching the base of his dick. Daryl tried to close his legs, but Max held them firmly and placed them over his shoulders.

He licked from the base to the tip, wrapping his lips around it and sucking just enough to draw a stifled moan. Daryl grabbed his pillow and bit it, but it barely helped. Max took him fully into his mouth, moving slowly, so slowly it felt like torture. Daryl tried to move his hips, but his whole body trembled too much.

Max pulled away with a thin string of spit and precum connecting them. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood. Daryl stared up at him wide-eyed, still hugging the pillow to his chest, wondering if Max would leave him needy like other times. Without breaking eye contact, Max took off his own pants and boxers, his erection springing up against his stomach, throbbing and red at the tip. Daryl felt his mouth go dry and hated how much anticipation he felt.

“Open your legs, dollface.”

And he did.

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.

.

The clock read seven-thirty in the morning.

Daryl lay against Max’s chest, tracing invisible shapes with his finger on it. His curls were loose and tangled, he could already picture himself crying in the bathroom while trying to detangle them, but that wasn’t important now.

“You know what I’m craving right now?” Max murmured in a rough voice. Daryl looked up curiously, his eyes looking even bigger without makeup, like a little deer. Max clenched his jaw. “A cigarette.”

Daryl rolled his eyes and snuggled closer into his neck. “You smoked too much for today.”

Max let out a deep, scratchy laugh. “Since when do you care about that, mh?” he asked softly, running his fingertips down Daryl’s sweaty back.

“I don’t,” Daryl lied.

Max just smirked.

He got more comfortable against the pillow, breathing slowly, looking as satisfied and arrogant as he always did after they had sex. Daryl felt Max’s chest rising and falling and felt a bit annoyed at how relaxed he was, as if his mom wasn’t right on the other side of the wall.

“Really, dollface, you’re the loudest damn thing in this neighborhood,” Max said, thinking back on all the other times they’d fucked, when Daryl could actually make noise.

Daryl sighed, half annoyed, half defeated. “It’s not my fault, you—”

“I didn’t do anything,” Max cut him off, kissing his forehead slowly, almost tenderly... almost. Daryl whined at the gesture and hid his face in his neck.

“I hate you,” he muttered.

Max chuckled into his hair.

“I love you too, dollface,” and placed another kiss.

The clock read seven forty-two in the morning.

hihi. this fanfic was already posted in ao3 since december (quite a long time, huh), so i decided to post it here too. this is also my first maxryl fic and first fic in general, i hope you guys enjoy it ^_^

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Fanfic Intro: The Story of Daryl and Max

Fandom: Michael Jackson's Bad video