#max x reader

just thought to ask and if there is a bit of steamy romance involved with a shy fem!reader

I literally love it all tho you can do no wrong

a hatter’s obsession love ♡ ( part one )

female reader. parent isn’t specified. no use of y/n, max calls reader “darling, love.”

word count — tbd

max hatter tag list ( ask to be added ) — @legendofluck @hellh0undwrites @rredvcrt @in-every-reality @ch-3-rry @ur-average-simp @xxmaddixx

content warning — alluding to possible harm of others + stalking, and (mental) harming of the reader - if this is at all uncomfortable for you, please do not read this and put yourself first. thank you.

carly speaks — decided to make this into my first series, so sorry for ending on a cliffhanger and that this was short!! i’ve never written a series so i’m winging this.. anyway! got this request and was so excited, so this is the post you’re getting while my poll is still ongoing! while i do not wish to romanticize yandere content outside of fiction, i do enjoy writing it. it lets me dissect a character more than i may otherwise. i love deciding what yandere sub-type they fall under!

max hatter was falling. hard. he noticed you when you tried to keep yourself hidden, noticed you when you shied away instinctively from any conversation. even from the corner of his eye, he’d be tracking you.

it was interesting to him. having something, someone, to latch onto. at first, it had been simple intrigue. but as he began memorizing your habits, what made you tick, just from simple observations, he could tell something was shifting within him.

so he approached you one day. it hadn’t exactly been planned. after days of observing you silently, he’d just decided that day he’d finally start something with you. during lunch, he’d found where you frequented. a book in your lap, head craned to read it, lunch at your side as you sat on a bench. he stopped in front of you. waiting.

after a few seconds, your eyes lifted. you stared at him. silent. before you spoke, voice hesitant. “..do you need something?”

“may i sit?” he answered your question with one of his own. he saw your emotions on your face - you weren’t very good at hiding them. so he saw the flicker of surprise pass over your features, before you tried to school yourself into calmness.

“if you insist.” you shuffled to one side of the bench, quietly moving your items with you. he let himself sit close, barely closer than one might call too close to comfort.

you didn’t comment on it, even when he glanced at you for a split-second and found slight discomfort on your face. he found himself smirking. he was already learning what he could get away with without you saying a word. sitting too close was the first on his list.

he didn’t ask for your name. he already knew who you were. you didn’t ask for his name either. some part of him was giddy about it, his first thought being that you must have some semblance of who he was as well.

as time passed in silence that was just as awkward as it wasn’t, he found himself wanting to speak up. but about what? you weren’t even looking up. a part of him felt irritated about it. about the fact a book caught your attention more than he did.

he hesitated, before deciding he wanted to be the center of your attention instead. his touch was soft as he carefully took hold of the book in your hands, lightly pulling it away.

that made you look up. and he was instantly falling all over again, just as he had when he’d first taken notice of you. desperately, embarrassingly fast.

“i want to get to know you.” his voice was stronger than he had thought it’d be.

“do you?” the question was quiet.

“yes,” was his immediate answer. he wanted to know everything about you. he wanted you to tell him what he already knew, what he didn’t already know. he wanted it all.

“i don’t enjoy talking.”

“i know.”

“then why are you bothering to try?”

“because,” he placed a hand gently over yours. a calculated movement you hadn’t seemed to perceive as such yet. “everyone deserves to have someone they’re willing to open up to. i want to be that person.”

“no, you don’t.” you spoke softly.

“i do.” his voice was firmer this time. he was trying to make you believe it. he was hoping you would. hoping you’d let him in, even if it was barely nothing.

you pulled your hand away, getting up quickly. “i’ll see you around, max.”

update : decided to make this into a series. yay! here’s the first part. :)

max hatter x reader with a big imagination — they imagine so much and have trouble figuring out what truly happened and what didn’t. often going to max to ramble about it, he helps them differentiating everything.

robbie hood x reader — requester specified nothing else outside of this, so lmk if you have any ideas!!

yandere! uma x female reader — villains take over auradon + the world and she’s the ruler of the seven seas, and yet her darling still rejects her.

possessive! max hatter x daughter of rapunzel + flynn reader — max hatter adores his girlfriend. so much so that he can’t help but show her off. ( possible nsfw, let me know if you’d like it to be nsfw or sfw! )

Sorry that was so long! Take your time and drink water! 💜

— female reader. reader’s parent isn’t specified.

word count — tbd

tag list ( ask to be added ) — @legendofluck @hellh0undwrites @rredvcrt @in-every-reality

carly speaks — me when max hatter. me when max hatter is infecting my brain. me when max hatter. okay i’m done /silly hopefully this was up to your standards!! i kind of split it into a few parts like my first max hatter post because i find those easier to write.. this got long for me. i’m so used to writing shorter fics idk what length you guys like yet :’) lmk if you guys like longer or shorter fics! i may make a p2 since i only wrote two sessions and kind of like writing them. this was fun.

“i would like to talk with you.” it wasn’t a question. max stiffened, turning to face whoever had spoken - only to meet your eyes.

“oh.” slight realization dawned on him. he knew who you were, of course he did. you had been found asking others to let you tell their story. to publicly post it around the school. and max knew he was your next victim.

you blinked at him, waiting. he still hadn’t responded.

he stared back, brows furrowed. “you want to talk.. with me.” he repeated back.

“yes.” your reply was quick.

“so you can get my story.” now he wasn’t asking a question.

“yes,” you confirmed.

“why would you want to do that?”

“why not? come on.” you handed your notebook to him quietly. letting him see the contents.

he carefully took the notebook from your hands, slowly opening it. his eyes scanned the ink on the pages almost instinctively, not quite committing the words to memory.

this appeared to be one of the first stories you’d taken. he didn’t look for long, gently shutting the book after a few seconds.

“so..” you trailed off, waiting. again.

he hesitated. “..okay.”

“really?” your face instantly brightened.

“really.” he nodded just slightly.

“thank you! meet me at the library tonight, okay? not a lot of people are there late. bye!” you didn’t wait for a response, turning and bounding away.

there was a long pause as max watched you leave. he waited until you were completely out of view before turning away.

“what the hell was that about?” hazel asked, quirking a brow as if she knew exactly what it was about.

“nothing!” max huffed, shaking his head at his friend.

“riight.” she looked unconvinced.

“it was really nothing,” he reiterated, rolling his eyes. but he couldn’t help but notice the ghost of a soft smile on his lips as he thought about meeting up with you tonight.

—

the first session.

you were already set up before max had found you. your hands were in your lap with a few notebooks situated on the table in front of you, a giant grin on your face.

“hi!” you were so enthusiastic.

“hey,” max replied, pulling out a chair to sit directly across from you.

“so.. i’m going to start off by asking you some questions first. just to get to know you. okay?”

“okay.”

“oh! and if you don’t feel comfortable answering any of them, don’t feel pressured to.” you moved to place a hand on the table as you talked. it was almost perceived to him as a comforting gesture, in a way. maybe it was meant to be.

“mmhm.” he nodded to confirm he’d processed your words.

he listened to you quietly. as you began to ask questions, it started off easy. you asked him what he liked at auradon prep, how his grades were. stereotypical stuff.

at first, max’s answers were short. he didn’t want to give much away. but as the session slowly progressed, he found himself talking more. listening just as much, but his answers got longer. he opened up more. he found himself unafraid of receiving any judgement from you, because he knew he’d find none.

he found himself relaxing. something someone like him wasn’t quite used to yet. something that startled him.

before he knew it, you’d ended the session. you hadn’t even asked him to talk about his family.

“you..” he tried to find the words, watching as you collected the notebooks. you’d written some of his answers in them, yes - but he had noticed you’d only been writing answers to the more simpler questions.

you paused to glance at him. “yes?”

“you didn’t ask about my family. my.. past.” he tried not to sound too disappointed. did you no longer wish to hear about his story?

“i wanted to get to know who you were first. i’ll ask you next time,” you promised, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“i’ll see you around, okay?”

you didn’t wait for him to respond, just as you had the first time you two talked. he found himself watching you go, lips slightly parted. just like last time.

next time.. he thought, realizing he found himself to be excited at the possibility of a next time.

—

the second session.

you two met again a few days later. you’d passed by one another in the halls to get to your respective classes, but had little to no time to see each other again outside of that.

again, you were here before he was. already prepared.

“max,” you smiled warmly in greeting as he sat down.

you two talked briefly before starting. not about your pasts, or sometimes even yourselves as a whole. he watched you ramble about your interests, finding himself committing your words to memory for later. for what later, he didn’t quite know.

you finally decided to start asking him about his past first. he found it surprisingly easy this time. he wasn’t focused on what you were writing, wasn’t even focused on what he was telling you. he was focused on your expression.

your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, head slightly bent to write in your notebook. your brows were furrowed, but your eyes held an unfamiliar gentleness he wasn’t at all expecting.

when you looked up, he realized he’d stopped talking.

“oh- sorry.” he spoke quickly, feeling his face heat up.

“it’s okay. we can stop tonight, if you want-” you started.

“no!” he cut in, sounding more desperate than he wanted to.

you two stared at one another. both uncertain. max felt slightly sick. had he messed up? he swallowed, trying to read you. but he couldn’t.

“it’s okay, max.” you said again, hesitantly reaching your hand across the table to lightly lace a finger with his.

he found himself zeroing in on the contact. he slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours again.

“i..” words felt like sandpaper on his tongue.

“it’s okay.” you repeated, moving to pull your hand away.

“don’t.” he found his vacant hand lightly grabbing your wrist. leaving plenty of room to pull away if you wished.

“..why?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“please. don’t.”

your silence scared him. but you didn’t pull away. he watched the gears turn in your head. he forced himself to his feet, keeping your fingers interlaced.

“max-?” you asked, blinking at him as he took a tentative step closer. you didn’t ask him to move away. so he took another. and another. until he was standing in front of you, your hands laced in the space between the two of you.

he didn’t respond, not with words. gently, as if he were afraid you’d break, he slipped a finger under your chin either his vacant hand. he craned his own neck downward. “is this..” he trailed off.

“yes.” you didn’t need him to finish.

he didn’t need to be told twice. the kiss was gentle, much more than you were expecting. it was as if he was afraid of ruining you. he pulled back after just a few seconds, lips slightly kiss-swollen.

“are you okay?” he murmured, eyes checking your face.

“i’m okay.” you breathed out, pulling him into a hug.

he stiffened at first, before gently relaxing into you. he wrapped his arms around you, breathing in your scent.

“thank you for trusting me.” your voice was so quiet.

word count — tbd

tag list ( ask to be added ) — nobody atm

carly speaks — haven’t seen a lot of people post dating headcanons for him but i’ve seen a few.. so i’m taking the headcanons i’ve posted on tiktok and cross posting them to here!

— loves physical contact. constantly holding your hand, pulling you close, kissing your head, cheeks, corner of your mouth. he’s so full of love for you.

— gets a little jealous easily. he’ll glare at anyone and everyone he thinks might have the slightest bit of romantic attraction to you. he’ll also make sure to wrap his arms around you from behind, lips quirking upward in satisfaction because he knows that you’re all his.

— prefers silent quality time over talking. as long as you two are in the same room, he’s content - especially because it grounds him to know that you’re close by. he’ll often sneak glanced at you just to make sure you’re still there.

— loves to tease and flirt with you, but if you even try to do it back he gets embarrassed and his face will flush. he’ll duck his head, a stupid smile on his face.

— sometimes very insecure about being with you. it has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. he loves you so much, but some part deep inside him thinks he doesn’t deserve you. even if that may be true, he spends every day making himself better - better enough to finally deserve you.

— loves showing you off. he gets genuinely so giddy every time anyone ever brings you up, even if you’re not there. he could talk about you for hours to whoever would listen, telling them everything he absolutely adores about you. he’s so enamored with you, and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

— kisses with him are often slow, almost hesitant. he takes his time, wanting to make sure you know how much he loves you without words. that’s not to say he doesn’t verbally let you know he loved you, he tells you every day - oftentimes multiple times throughout the day.

— loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially if he’s sitting at your feet. he’ll glance up at you the second he feels your hands drift to his hair, a small smile on his face - his signal he’s completely okay with you touching him. he’s often the one to initiate physical contact, so when you do it he feels his heart swell just a little more.

— loves doing card tricks for you. he wasn’t really good at them when you two first met (he only acted like he was), but now he makes it a goal to improve because he wants to be able to show off.

— loves it when you wear anything of his. you don’t even have to ask, you can take whatever you’d like. he loves how it lets everyone who sees it know that you’re his, because it means he doesn’t have to go ahead and show everyone himself. he does love showing everyone, though - so he’s not entirely disappointed when he has to.

— writes little notes for you and leaves them hidden in your things. in them, he’ll tell you how much he loves you, how amazing you are, how he’s so lucky to have you. his face will flush if you ever ask him about it, though.

Summary: You accidentally confessed to her but she doesn't see you in that way.

A/N: This is my first story on here, hope you guys like it! And be sure to give me some feedback, i'd love to hear them.

Max fiddled with the hem of her shirt, her feet shuffling around in the passenger seat of Charley car. You looked to your left to look at Max who was avoiding your eyes at all cost in the passengers seat. You were parked outside of her trailer because you had offered her a ride so she wouldn't have to take the bus home.

It was awkward to say the least. You had ‘accidentally’ confessed your feelings to her, the ones you’ve been feeling for years about her. But hers weren’t reciprocated. The car was dead silent it almost hurt your ears.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She finally spoke, her voice was soft and she was speaking slowly, as if it'll soften the blow. "What are you trying to say?" You asked, trying to look into her eyes but she wouldn't let you. She sighed quiet, careful, almost apologetic. “You’re important to me…and I love you.." She paused and took a small breath for her next line. ...just not in that way..” She finally mustered up the courage to look at you and it was devastating.

Those eyes that have been nothing but kind to her ever since she was new to town and didn't have any friends, were dimming with that light that it always has. "Oh.." Your voice cracked and when you swallowed, it felt like a lump in your throat. You turned your face away from her so she wouldn't see you cry, pulling your eyes down to the floor of your car to stop those crocodile tears was just useless.

Max watched with pain and regret knowing that she caused this. She caused you to cry, that is one of the worst things she could ever do to you. "I'm sorry." Max said softly as she watched you try and forced those tears that pooled in your eyes to go away. You didn't say anything. You couldn't. If you did, you'd probably just break down right there in front of her.

So, you stayed silent. Hoping she would just get out of the car and go into her trailer without saying a word. And to your surprise? She does.

She doesn't say anything, she just gives you one last look before getting out of the car, heading right into that trailer of hers. And before you could stop it, you let out a sob right there in your car. The tears started pouring down your cheeks now, hot and uncontrollably.

You're between Max's legs, lips wrapped around his tip as you suck slowly. Your hand working the rest of his length that you can't take in your mouth. While his hand is gripping your hair holding you down and making you take his cock. He's thick and a lot bigger than anything you've experienced before and he knows it, he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.

He looks down at you on the floor, knees probably aching on the hard material and he just smirks. Thrusting his hips in a little further just so he can watch you gag and choke on him. God does it turn him on knowing you're suffering just to please him.

"That's it, take my cock like a good little slut" As he started to speak he's Interupted by a loud knock at the door

"Warden. I need to speak to you" Came a gruff voice from outside. Max just sighed, eyes flicking between you and the door. He noticed how you froze how you clearly didn't want anyone to see you like this, so vulnerable so pathetic

"Come in"

He shushed you as you started whining around his cock, not caring in the slightest how you felt. The guard who was now standing in the open doorway looked utterly stunned, he gulped as he looked away from you trying hard not to stare at how your mouth was bulging. He knew what would happen if he got caught looking, what the warden would do to him. But how could he not look

"I uh-fuck- um" He stuttered out which caused Max to laugh

"Look at this slut, so desperate. What did you want?" He turned his attention back to the guard thrusting harder into your mouth now.

You blocked out the noise of what they were talking about, muffled conversations in the background as you focused solely on the wardens cock, trying hard to convince yourself that this wasn't actually happening. But the blunt head that was hitting the back of your throat said otherwise.