Authors note: just a bit of hurt/comfort— I’m having such a bad time right now and I haven’t wrote in so long. But I love Max and I miss him so much so here’s a little drabble I created as I try to process my feelings.
He smells like musk and oakwood and there’s the sweetest tinge of honey in his brown eyes. When he looks at you, they sparkle with love and adoration, and for the first time in forever, you actually feel wanted. You feel desired.
“I love you so much,” he says with a sudden abruptness, but his soft smile immediately puts you at ease.
It was like you two were made for each other. After the dream stone debacle, Maxwell was certain that he was done for. How could anyone forgive him after what he done? He was still learning to forgive himself.
But you show him a level of kindness that is so unfamiliar. Slowly but surely, you’re teaching him to love himself again. You’re teaching him to become a better man.
Alistair just adores you, and on the rare occasions that you’re not around, he finds himself at his father’s side asking him when you’ll be back. Maxwell is enamoured with everything you do. To him, you are perfect, and he swears that one day, he’s going to marry you.
But for now, he’s resigned himself to stay-at-home dad and loving boyfriend. He doesn’t want to put his focus on anything else other than you and his son. Sometimes, he does dream of rebuilding his business but in a more legit and serious way. He wants to help people. He figures it’s the least he can do after what happened. He’d worked so hard to get to DC, but even if it didn’t work out, he’d truly be okay with learning how to cook big family dinners, doing laundry and deep cleaning the bathroom. Second chances are often rarer than finding a wish-granting rock.
“I’m sad.” you announce, your body stiff and your voice unusually emotionless. It’s an empty feeling that seems to creep up on you when you least expect it.
Max’s chest fills with anxiety the moment the words leave your lips. Had he done something wrong?
“Why?” he counters.
“I don’t know,” you reply simply. “It just happens sometimes, I guess.”
Max knows this feeling all too well. He pulls you into his lap and starts threading his fingers through your hair.
“It will pass, my love. I promise you that.” he says quietly.
Your eyes flicker up to look at him and your heart fills with warmth. He’s been through so much in his life. He’s fought so hard; and you know that whatever happens next, you’re blessed enough to know that he will be standing with you by your side.
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I started thinking about writing size kink for Max which I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of, and WELL here we are.
A Little Bit More
Max Lord / Max Lorenzano x f!reader ; 1.3k words (I just did this for a warm-up exercise so if you see a mistake, no you don’t.)
Warnings: MDNI. SIZE KINK. Praise kink. Max being a thicc boy, just like we like him. This is post-movie but there are no spoilers or anything much resembling a plot. Fingering, discussion of oral, PinV sex without protection. This is shameless smut, as a treat.
Thank you to my loves who let me threaten them with this story. True friendship.
This was an ask I sent to @forever-rogue back in 2020 and couldn’t find it in the archives to reblog but I love her responses so much! My question was based on a real event in my life because I am a saucy minx gifs are my addition.
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What would each character do if you had always been just friends but you were having movie night together and you went to change into “comfy” clothing or pajamas but came back out nonchalantly in a pretty chemise?
Javi ~ you’d been…“just friends” for some time. Mostly just friends, but there had been a few….drunken, late night encounters. Which, of course, neither of you minded. There was always a lot of flirtatious teasing and all that jazz, so one night you decided to jump the ante. You were at his place, having a movie marathon, when you decided to…have a little fun. Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, under the guise of changing into some pajamas you kept at his place. Instead, you quickly stripped off your clothing to reveal the lacy lingerie underneath. You walked back out, and Javi did such a double take he almost broke his neck. You walked over to him and he stared wordlessly at you. Is that more comfortable? he’d asked, but you insisted you’d be even more comfortable without it on. Javi pulled you into his lap and wasted no time in making you more comfortable.
Ezra ~ he’s a surprisingly shy and gentle man. He’d never expect you to pull a little stunt like that. You were at home together, the one you now shared as roommates, having a quiet night in. You were watching television and he was deeply engrossed in whatever he was reading this particular evening. You excused yourself, deciding to tempt fate, and he’d made a noncommittal sound, not even looking up from his book. You dashed into the bathroom and changed, hoping he would like the pretty chemise you had picked out. When you returned, you didn’t say anything, and neither did he…it actually took him a while to look up but when he did, his jaw dropped. Well aren’t you a sight, pretty little dove. You grinned at him and shrugged innocently before displaying it for him and walking over. He gave you an almost questioning look, as if he was asking if you were sure, if you gave him permission to touch you. But you just nodded and he took your hand, pulling you into his lap. I have an insurmountably long time for this, he drawled in your ear before finally kissing you.
Catfish ~ he’s lowkey, you’re lowkey, and that’s always worked for the two of you. You always valued the simple things in life, and how relaxed your friendship was, despite harboring feelings for him. But for some reason, you’d gotten a wicked idea when you’d spotted the pretty lace chemise at the store, and purchased it before you thought about it too much. But as you were at your house, relaxing after a long week, with snacks and binge watching some Netflix, you told him you had a surprise. He gave you a curious look, but didn’t question you as you disappeared into your bedroom, quickly changing into the lingerie. You hoped he would like it, or else you didn’t know how you’d recover. He had come into your room after you’d been gone for some time, breath hitching at the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed and you dropped your head, hoping it wasn’t too much. But he quickly chased away any of your doubts, when he came over and crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you like he had never kissed anyone before. You never worried about your decision after that.
Maxwell Lord ~ there’s not such as being friends with Maxwell. He doesn’t do friends. He has those that work for him, or those that provide some sort of service. You fell into the former, working as secretary for some time, so you knew all about him. One day, you came into the office to find an extravagant box sitting on your desk, without a note, but you knew it was from him. Your face felt like it was on fire as you realized that it was not just lingerie, but the most exquisite and expensive kind. Immediately knowing what to do, you had slipped it on and then wrapped up in a coat before going to his office. His dark eyes raked over you with a wicked smile on his face as you dropped the coat and revealed what was underneath. You had wondered when his attention would turn to you; you were more than happy your time had come.
Whiskey ~ he’s a gentleman, no mistaking it. He’d been having a big party at his place, guests were there all night, until it dwindled down to the two of you. You were good friends, always had been, but a part of you wondered if there was more…you hoped there was. So, you’d decided to find out on your own, pretending to help him clean his house, but instead had changed into the pretty little chemise you’d gotten. You walked back out and pretended to clean, not drawing any necessary attention to yourself. Jack’s eyes widened as he nervously started to stammer, refusing to look at you because he would never want to overstep or make you uncomfortable. You just giggled at him and walked over, grabbing his hand away from his face. This is for you, Jack, you all but whispered as he searched your eyes for permission. Once it was granted, he quickly took the opportunity, pulling you into his arms and kissing you with a deep, desperate desire.
Oberyn ~ he’s a man of wealth and taste, and sex. It’s true, we all know it. But you? You were a friend and hadn’t technically done anything with him, and he respected your boundaries, such as the amazing prince as he was. But after some time, you wanted…no, needed more. So you had gotten some fine silks, and had them fashioned into an even finer shift, the colors of his house, and donned it, surprising him in his bedchamber. He’d been deep in thought and you’d surprised him by your sudden entrance, but his dark eyes light up at the sight of you. He was in bed already, but sat up, gesturing for you to come over; you were top of him, straddling him, within moments. He wanted to kiss you desperately so, but stopped himself, never wanting to do anything without express content. You are positive? his voice was soft and gentle, causing a stirring in your belly, but you decided to answer him with a kiss of your own. You’d waited for your sweet prince long enough.
