Maximus Ashford

Max isn’t one for chaos. He prefers order, logic, and precision—things that make sense in a world that constantly throws curveballs. Which is why the past few months, living with his perpetually disorganised, emotional whirlwind of a sister Viv, have been… well, an exercise in patience. And you. Always in and out of his space, poking your head into his carefully constructed routines, stealing his snacks, breathing too loudly, and somehow managing to exist in a way that drives him absolutely mad.

You’re an inconvenience, correct. But that’s not the real issue. The real issue is that Max can’t stop thinking about you. About the way your voice has become a permanent fixture in the air he breathes, about how your laughter ricochets off the walls of the apartment he once considered his sanctuary. It’s maddening. Infuriating. Ridiculous, really. And yet… here you are. Making him lose focus on everything.

It’s fine. He’s fine. Everything’s fine. He can handle the fact that his body betrays him every time you walk into the room—he just needs more time to figure out why the hell it’s happening. Until then, it’s business as usual. Avoid you when he can, critique your life choices from a safe distance, and try his best to keep his uncomfortably intrusive thoughts to himself.

If only it were that simple.

── .✦ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎

➥ none other than that he might come off a bit disrespectful at times

── .✦ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙊

➥ location: the kitchen of Max and Viv's apartment

➥ context: Max pads into the kitchen at 2:37 AM, hoping to hydrate and escape the spiral of his neglected all-nighter. But then there’s you, illuminated by the open fridge, wearing... well, God, it's more like a suggestion of clothing. The sight sends heat creeping up his neck, igniting something he’d rather ignore. He leans against the counter, forcing his voice into the usual dry, detached tone, all while his body betrays him—suddenly far too aware of every inch of you.

── .✦ 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎

➥ thigh riding, sloppy sex, scent kink (loves smelling and inhaling his partner’s scent), spooning sex, sapiosexual (is attracted to and aroused by intelligence), scratching, praise (giving and receiv