my ass is NOT writing smut i genuinely have tried writing it and FUH no, so yeah no smut here lads
hi !! my name is zoe and i am 18 years old and i will mainly write about 3fs the YouTuber! I am open to writing whatever interests my viewers and me BUT if any of it involves any sorts of abuse, underage, etc I will NOT be writing that at all. I will write fluff,, and angst and other themes if asked to in requests!! Also I am open to writing other people as well, and like I said before you can request it! That’s all and writings will be coming soon !!
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summary: With a rainy day taking over the whole day you and your boyfriend Max decide to have a nice, and relaxing evening by watching their favorite series, ordering takeout, and spending the evening by cuddling on the couch, as the rain storm continues throughout the day
pairing: (3fs) Max x Fem!Reader
word count: 1,738
genre: fluff
dividers are from: @saradika-graphics
a/n: ok so the thing says this is “mature content” on my end and gang ts is NOT mature. piss me off lad😒😒😒 !also! sorry if in this oneshot if it’s like bouncing on different times of the day I was just feeling lazy👀👀👀👀
Rain tapped gently against the apartment windows long before either of you woke up.
It wasn’t the loud kind of storm that rattled the glass or flashed lightning across the sky.
It was soft.
Steady.
The kind that made the whole world feel quieter.
You stirred first, still tucked beneath the blankets, blinking sleepily at the gray light filtering through the curtains. The room smelled faintly like fresh laundry, coffee from the machine Max had forgotten to turn off the night before, and the vanilla candle you’d burned until you both fell asleep watching movies.
Beside you, Max was still asleep.
One arm was lazily wrapped around your waist, his face half-buried in your shoulder like sometime during the night he’d unconsciously decided you made the world’s best pillow.
You smiled to yourself.
Carefully, you reached for your phone on the nightstand.
9:42 a.m.
Outside, rain continued to patter against the windows.
You sighed happily.
Rainy days were your favorite.
No pressure to go anywhere.
No feeling like you had to be productive.
Just…
slow.
Comfortable.
You gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Max’s forehead.
Almost instantly, he let out a sleepy hum.
“…Five more minutes.”
You laughed quietly.
“You don’t even know what I said.”
“I know you woke me up.”
“I barely touched you.”
“Mhm.”
“You’ve become dramatic.”
“I learned from you.”
You gasped dramatically.
“I am not dramatic.”
Max cracked one eye open.
“You absolutely are.”
You gave him your best offended look.
He smiled, still half asleep, and pulled you even closer.
“There.”
“What?”
“Now you can’t escape.”
“I wasn’t trying to.”
“I know.”
Another comfortable silence settled between you.
Rain filled the room in the nicest way possible.
Eventually Max stretched with a groan before looking toward the window.
“…It’s raining.”
“It is.”
“We’re not leaving today.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He smiled.
“Perfect.”
⸻
By noon, the apartment had transformed into the coziest place imaginable.
The blinds were open just enough to watch the rain.
A fluffy blanket had somehow migrated onto the couch.
Pillows were scattered everywhere.
Max insisted it looked “strategic.”
You insisted it looked like a pillow explosion.
“I call it comfort.”
“I call it laziness.”
“It’s interior design.”
“It looks like you lost a fight with the couch.”
He grinned.
“You still sat down.”
“…That’s not the point.”
“It kind of is.”
⸻
Around one o’clock, your stomach growled.
Max looked up from where he was scrolling through different shows.
“Was that you?”
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The couch.”
“Oh.”
“The couch’s hungry.”
“I guess we should feed it.”
You couldn’t stop laughing.
“You are so weird.”
“And yet…”
He nudged your shoulder.
“…you love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Ouch.”
“I’m kidding.”
“I know.”
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
“So…”
He held up his phone.
“What are we ordering?”
⸻
Deciding on takeout somehow took longer than actually eating it.
“You pick.”
“No, you.”
“You picked last time.”
“You said you didn’t care.”
“I changed my mind.”
Twenty minutes later
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I’m suddenly okay with literally anything.”
“Same.”
Eventually you settled on your favorite comfort food.
When it arrived, Max immediately reached for one of your fries.
You slapped his hand away.
“No.”
“I was quality testing.”
“They’re my fries.”
“Our fries.”
“My fries.”
He looked genuinely heartbroken.
“You’d deny your own boyfriend?”
“Absolutely.”
He dramatically placed a hand over his chest.
“I can’t believe this.”
You took one of his fries instead.
He stared.
“You hypocrite.”
“I learned from the best.”
⸻
After lunch came the difficult decision.
“What are we watching?”
Max already had several options pulled up.
You rejected every single one.
“No.”
“No.”
“We’ve seen that.”
“I’m emotionally attached to that show.”
“I cried.”
“So did I.”
“You’ll cry again.”
“…Fair.”
Eventually, you landed on the newest season of your favorite comfort series.
By the second episode, you’d unconsciously curled up against Max.
By the fourth…
You weren’t even pretending to watch anymore.
His arm rested around your shoulders while your head leaned comfortably against his chest.
His heartbeat was slow.
Steady.
Outside, rain continued tapping softly against the windows.
“This is nice,” you murmured.
“It is.”
“We should do this more often.”
He smiled.
“I’d happily get rained in with you every weekend.”
You tilted your head up.
“Even if I make you watch the same show every time?”
“Especially then.”
⸻
Halfway through another episode, the power flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then…
Everything went dark.
The TV shut off.
The apartment fell silent.
You blinked.
“…Well.”
Max looked around dramatically.
“I guess we live in the nineteenth century now.”
You laughed.
“We’ll survive.”
“I don’t know…”
He picked up the TV remote.
“It has no effect.”
You gently took it from him.
“So brave.”
“I know.”
After finding a few candles and flashlights, the apartment somehow became even cozier than before.
The rain sounded louder now without the television.
The soft glow from the candles reflected against the windows.
You both sat on the floor near the couch, wrapped in the same blanket.
“This feels like camping,” Max said.
“We’re inside.”
“Indoor camping.”
“That’s… just staying home.”
He ignored you completely.
“I should tell scary stories.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You get scared before I do.”
“I absolutely don’t.”
You simply looked at him.
“…Remember that horror movie?”
He sighed.
“That closet scene was unfair.”
“You screamed.”
“I made a tactical noise.”
“It was a scream.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It absolutely was.”
⸻
Hours passed without either of you noticing.
You talked about everything.
Your favorite childhood memories.
Future vacations.
Places you wanted to visit.
What your dream house would look like.
Max insisted there would be a game room.
You insisted there would be a reading nook.
“You know…”
He said quietly.
“I think we’d have both.”
You smiled.
“I think so too.”
“And probably a dog.”
“A golden retriever.”
“Definitely.”
“And maybe a cat.”
“So the dog has a friend.”
You laughed.
“I like your logic.”
“My logic is flawless.”
⸻
By early evening, the rain hadn’t slowed down.
If anything, it had become even steadier.
The power finally returned.
Neither of you bothered turning the television back on.
Instead, soft music played quietly from a speaker while you both stayed exactly where you were.
Wrapped together beneath the blanket.
Watching raindrops race each other down the windows.
Max gently intertwined your fingers with his.
“What?”
You asked after noticing him smiling.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
He laughed.
“It is.”
“So…”
“What were you thinking?”
He shrugged.
“I’m really lucky.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“I mean it.”
He looked at your intertwined hands.
“Some people think exciting dates have to be expensive.”
He glanced around the apartment.
“But honestly…”
His smile softened.
“This is probably my favorite date we’ve ever had.”
Your heart melted.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“No cameras.”
“No rushing anywhere.”
“No schedules.”
“Just…”
He squeezed your hand.
“…you.”
You felt warmth spread across your cheeks.
“You always know what to say.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I just tell the truth.”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
A small one.
Gentle.
When you pulled away, Max was smiling so much it almost made you laugh.
“What?”
“You kissed me.”
“I’ve done that before.”
“I know.”
“But you just did it again.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“I’ve been told.”
⸻
Later that night, you found yourselves back on the couch.
Rain still danced against the windows.
The blanket still covered both of you.
The takeout containers still sat forgotten on the coffee table.
Your head rested comfortably against Max’s shoulder while he absentmindedly played with your fingers.
No phones.
No distractions.
Just quiet.
The kind of quiet that never felt awkward.
Only peaceful.
You yawned.
“Tired?”
“A little.”
He kissed the top of your head.
“We can head to bed.”
“In a minute.”
He smiled.
“A minute?”
“Mhm.”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“I know.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
“So am I.”
Neither of you moved.
Outside, the rain continued its endless rhythm.
Inside, the apartment felt warm despite the storm.
Safe.
Comfortable.
Home.
You looked up at Max.
He was already looking down at you.
Smiling.
“What?” you whispered.
“I was just thinking…”
“What now?”
“I hope we never outgrow days like this.”
You smiled.
“I don’t think we will.”
“No?”
You shook your head.
“I think even years from now…”
You looked toward the rain-covered window.
“…we’ll still be arguing over what to order.”
“You’ll still steal my fries.”
“I absolutely will.”
“You’ll still make blanket forts.”
“They’re pillow forts.”
“They’re both.”
“And you’ll still tell me they look messy.”
“They do.”
He laughed.
“So…”
“So.”
“I guess we’ve got our future figured out.”
You smiled before resting your head back against his shoulder.
“I think we do.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
Inside, wrapped beneath one blanket with your favorite person in the world, you realized something.
Sometimes the best days weren’t the ones filled with adventures.
Sometimes…
They were the ones where the weather gave you every excuse to stay exactly where you were.
ok so I know damn well I have NOT posted in a hot minute but I wanted to show this edit🥹👀 (I have stuff in my notes I’m going to post I just need to get the separate dividers n stuff…)
this vampire max edit IS based off on @zzombiebites vampire max head cannons so yes!
summary: college AU where max is in a fraternity and somehow ends up completely whipped for you
pairing: (3fs) frat!Max x Fem!reader
word count: 470+
a/n: I freaking love frat!max and I will die happy once more people write fanfics and other things of him.
dividers are from: @saradika-graphics
-Everyone in the frat knew Max liked you before you did. The second your name popped up on his phone, he’d smile at the screen like an idiot.
-He pretends he’s the cool frat guy… until he finds out you’re being dragged into going to one of his frat parties. Suddenly he’s fixing his hair, asking Jacob if his shirt looks okay, and pacing by the front door.
“Dude, relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
He is not relaxed.
-You hate frat parties.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Too many people.
So Max always finds a quieter room for the two of you. Usually his. Where you can watch movies while everyone else is downstairs screaming the lyrics to songs.
-The first time you visit the frat house, you’re expecting chaos. You are correct. Somebody is wrestling in the hallway. Ethan is arguing with the microwave. Eddie is asleep on the couch at 4 p.m. Max just sighs.
“Welcome to my home.”
-He becomes ridiculously protective at parties. Not controlling. Just attentive. Always checking:
“You okay?”
“Need water?”
“Want to go home?”
Your comfort always comes first.
-His frat brothers LOVE you. Mostly because you keep Max humble. The second he gets cocky; “Remember when you tripped up the stairs trying to impress her?” “I’m going to kill you.”
-He definitely wears your hair tie on his wrist. At first it’s accidental. Then it becomes permanent. Eventually people start asking:
“Why do you have a purple scrunchie on?”
Max shrugs.
“It’s hers.”
Like that’s the most obvious thing in the world.
-You start accidentally becoming everyone’s favorite person. You bring snacks, you help decorate for parties, you remember birthdays.
Suddenly the frat group chat is:
“Is she coming tonight?”
Max gets offended.
“She’s MY girlfriend.”
-Study dates with him are…
Not productive.
At all.
He’ll stare at you for ten minutes.
“What?”
“You’re pretty.”
“Max.”
“Sorry.”
Five minutes later
“You’re still pretty.”
-Max LOVES introducing you as his girlfriend. He does it constantly.
“Hey, this is my girlfriend.”
“Have you met my girlfriend?”
“Oh yeah, my girlfriend loves that.”
You tease him about it.
He doesn’t care.
-Everyone thinks frat Max is super confident. Then they see him around you. Suddenly he’s shy, smiling to himself, and getting embarrassed when you compliment him.
Ethan finds this hilarious.
-He always saves you food.
Party pizza?
Saved.
Late-night fries?
Saved.
Cookies someone brought?
Hidden away for you.
He’ll text; I saved you two slices. Hurry before Eddie finds them.
-Movie nights in his room become a tradition. The lights off. His arm around you. The movie forgotten twenty minutes in because you’re too busy talking and laughing.
-He keeps random things you give him.
Notes.
Ticket stubs.
Tiny doodles.
Receipts with hearts drawn on them.
His desk drawer is basically a shrine.
He denies this.
Everyone else knows.
-When he gets stressed about school or content creation, you’re the first person he goes to. He’ll flop face-first onto your lap and groan.
“Everything sucks.”
You play with his hair.
Suddenly
Everything sucks a little less.
-He acts tough. Until you call him cute. Immediate shutdown.
“I’m not cute.”
“You are.”
“I’m handsome.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I hate you.”
He’s blushing.
-The frat boys absolutely place bets on when Max is going to propose.
“We’re in college!”
Jacob shrugs.
“And?”
Max sputters.
You hide your face.
Everyone laughs.
-He keeps one of his hoodies at your place. You keep stealing it. He pretends to be annoyed.
Secretly?
He loves seeing you wear his clothes.
-Max is the type of boyfriend who hypes you up over EVERYTHING.
summary: It was late at night already at California and Jacob, Ethan, and Eddie already went back to the hotel room since everyone including Max got their vlog footage they needed. Now it was you and only your boyfriend Max alone at the beach during night time.
pairing:(3fs) Max x Fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
a/n: I freaking love ice cream man. divider found on Pinterest btw !!
California at night felt magical.
The crowds that had filled the beach earlier in the day had mostly disappeared, leaving behind only a few people walking along the shore and the distant sound of music drifting from the boardwalk.
The sky was dark, painted with stars that somehow looked brighter near the ocean.
And somehow…
you and Max were still awake.
The rest of the boys had gone back to the hotel almost an hour ago.
Ethan had been the first to leave.
“I’m exhausted,” he’d complained dramatically while gathering his stuff.
Jacob followed shortly after.
Eddie only stayed long enough to finish his fries before announcing, “You two are disgustingly in love, and I’m not third-wheeling anymore.”
Max had laughed.
You’d thrown a napkin at Eddie.
And now…
It was just you and Max.
Alone.
The beach stretched endlessly before you as you walked barefoot along the shoreline.
The waves rolled over your feet every few seconds.
The cool water felt nice after the heat of the day.
Max walked beside you, his shoes dangling from one hand while the other held yours.
You glanced over at him.
His hair was messy from the ocean breeze.
He’d changed into a hoodie after filming earlier, even though it wasn’t cold.
You’d teased him for it.
He insisted he looked cool.
The jury was still out.
“What?” he asked when he noticed you staring.
“Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m appreciating nature.”
He looked around.
“The ocean?”
You looked directly at him.
“The wildlife.”
He snorted.
“Wow.”
“You asked.”
“You think I’m wildlife?”
“I think you’d eat a tide pod if somebody dared you.”
“That’s slander.”
“It’s true.”
“It is not.”
You gave him a look.
He looked away.
“…No comment.”
You burst out laughing.
Max smiled at the sound.
He always did.
Like your laugh was something he never wanted to miss.
The thought made your chest warm.
You squeezed his hand.
He squeezed back.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
You just walked.
Listening to the waves.
Feeling the ocean breeze.
Being together.
Simple.
Comfortable.
Perfect.
Until—
“I want ice cream.”
You blinked.
“What?”
Max nodded seriously.
“I want ice cream.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Exactly.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Midnight ice cream tastes better.”
You laughed.
“That’s not true.”
“It absolutely is.”
“It tastes the same.”
He gasped.
You’d offended him.
“The disrespect.”
“You are so dramatic.”
“And you’re denying science.”
“There’s no science involved!”
“There is.”
“There isn’t!”
“There is in my heart.”
You groaned.
“You are impossible.”
“And yet…”
He held your hand tighter.
“…you love me.”
Unfortunately.
He was right.
Fifteen minutes later the two of you were sitting outside a tiny ice cream shop near the beach.
Max had gotten chocolate.
You got cookies and cream.
And somehow.
somehow.
Max was already eyeing yours.
“No.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You looked.”
“I glanced.”
“You stared.”
“It’s just…”
He looked between your cone and his.
“…yours looks good.”
“You should’ve ordered it.”
“But I wanted chocolate.”
“Then eat chocolate.”
He pouted.
Actually pouted.
You stared at him.
“You are a grown man.”
“I am a suffering man.”
“You have ice cream.”
“But yours looks better.”
You sighed.
Then held your cone out.
“One bite.”
His face lit up.
“Really?”
“One.”
He grinned.
Took the world’s largest bite.
You stared in disbelief.
“MAX.”
“What?”
“THAT WAS HALF.”
“It was not.”
“It absolutely was!”
He was already laughing.
You smacked his arm.
“You thief.”
“You offered.”
“Not that much!”
He shrugged.
“No take-backs.”
You groaned.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
You didn’t.
Not even a little.
Max knew it too.
His grin softened.
He bumped his shoulder against yours.
You bumped his back.
The two of you sat there for a while.
Sharing ice cream.
Talking about nothing.
Talking about everything.
Max told you about a video idea he had.
You told him it sounded ridiculous.
He informed you that all great ideas sound ridiculous at first.
You reminded him of the time he tried to microwave aluminum foil.
“In my defense—”
“There is no defense.”
“There could be.”
“There isn’t.”
He laughed.
You loved his laugh.
The loud one.
The genuine one.
The one where he threw his head back and forgot to be anything except happy.
The one he was doing now.
You smiled.
And Max immediately noticed.
“What?”
“You look pretty.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“You do.”
He said it so casually.
Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Like he wasn’t about to make your heart explode.
The ocean breeze blew through your hair.
You looked away.
“No I don’t.”
He frowned.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Act like you don’t know.”
“Know what?”
“That you’re pretty.”
You groaned.
“Max.”
“I’m serious.”
He set his ice cream down.
Turned toward you completely.
The playful expression he’d been wearing all night softened.
“You are.”
You opened your mouth.
Closed it.
Because the way he looked at you—
like you hung the stars above the ocean—
always made it impossible to argue.
“You know what I think?” he asked.
“What?”
“I think you don’t realize how amazing you are.”
You rolled your eyes.
“There you go again.”
“No, listen.”
He took your hand.
Your heart skipped.
“You make everything more fun.”
You looked down at your intertwined fingers.
“You laugh at my dumb jokes.”
“Some of them.”
“Rude.”
You smiled.
He smiled too.
“And I just…”
He shrugged shyly.
“I like being around you.”
Your heart melted.
Because for all his confidence…
Moments like these were different.
Quieter.
More sincere.
And somehow they meant the most.
You squeezed his hand.
“I like being around you too.”
His grin returned instantly.
“Yeah?”
“No.”
He gasped.
“The betrayal!”
“I’m kidding.”
“Too late. My feelings are hurt.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
“I need a kiss to recover.”
You laughed.
“That’s not how that works.”
“It is tonight.”
You shook your head.
But you leaned over anyway.
Just a small kiss.
Sweet.
Quick.
The kind that leaves both people smiling afterward.
When you pulled away, Max looked unbearably smug.
“There.”
“I’m healed.”
“You are so annoying.”
“And yet…”
He pointed at himself.
“…boyfriend.”
You groaned.
“I walked right into that.”
“You absolutely did.”
The two of you laughed together.
The beach was quieter now.
The shops were closing.
The stars seemed brighter.
And somehow the night felt like it was moving too fast.
Max must’ve been thinking the same thing.
Because he stood suddenly.
Then held his hand out to you.
You looked up.
“What?”
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“One more walk.”
You smiled.
“Okay.”
A few minutes later, you were back on the sand.
The moon reflected across the water.
Your shoulders brushed as you walked.
Neither of you was talking anymore.
You didn’t need to.
Max eventually slipped his arm around your shoulders.
You leaned into him.
And for a moment
with the ocean in front of you,
the stars above you,
and your boyfriend beside you
everything felt still.
Perfect.
You looked up at him.
He was already looking at you.
Smiling.
“What?” you asked softly.
He shook his head.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
He laughed quietly.
“I was just thinking…”
“What?”
He squeezed your shoulder.
“…I hope we do stuff like this forever.”
Your heart melted.
You smiled.
“Midnight ice cream and all?”
“Especially midnight ice cream.”
You laughed.
And as Max pulled you closer while the waves crashed softly beside you…
you thought
Yeah.
You hoped so too.
(I’m praying there are not repeats of words bc I copied and pasted this from my notes app and tumblr started to bug out for me💔💔)
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Hellloooooooo- I saw saw a trope on TikTok and thought it would be a good request?? All off your other work is just amazing!
Basically- it’s max x fem reader and they’ve been bestfriends for years. It’s the vidcon trip and they have to share a room but with separate beds. In the night, there’s a storm and it makes the reader have a nightmare and max gets into the bed with her to comfort her and helps her fall back to sleep.
Maybe he calls her baby and it comforts her- he’s just super sweet and she clings onto him? Maybe a love confession. Idk just an idea, dw if not :))))
— Thunderstorm comforts , Max (3fs)
summary: Max finds you shaken up from the thunderstorm going on and he comforts you, leading up to feelings being confessed.
warnings: kissing, cuddling, thunder storms, lightning, loud noises, nightmares, pet names, love confession
word count: 1.1k
a/n: omfg i’m so sorry if this is butt but i’m finally back 🥹
Vidcon was a huge deal to YouTubers, especially smaller ones like you, Max, and his friends. So when Max invited you to go to Vidcon with you and his friends, you were shocked.
You obviously accepted.
You flew with him and met all of his friends. You knew a few of them from the times you've played games with them, but everyone was super excited to meet you since Max won't stop talking about you.
You arrived at the house and Ethan greeted you and Max at the front with a hug. The airbnb was this huge mansion with multiple floors, a pool, a gaming room, a large kitchen, etc. It was perfect.
Except when Whitt told you that they booked a house with ten rooms instead of eleven, your heart sank to your stomach.
Max immediately volunteered to share rooms with you. He knows you best after all, and it's not like you haven't shared rooms before. And there were separate beds!
As you unpack, Max tries to convince you to let him sleep on the couch or the floor so you can have your own room.
Yeah, that wasn't happening.
"Max Burnett, stop," You let out a giggle as you stop moving the bag of toiletries to the shared bathroom, "We can sleep in the same room. I've known you for years. And i'd much rather sleep in here with you instead of the other boys."
"I– yeah. That makes sense." He nods and struts over to you to help unpack your bathroom items. Max was already done with his things. After all, he was a boy and didn't bring many belongings with him.
"Only condition is I get the bed near the window," You say with a smile and turn towards him.
"Yes. ma'am."
Thunder booms loudly as rain pours down, pounding on the roof. It was now late at night, probably around two in the morning. It randomly had started to rain, slowly turning into a thunderstorm after everyone went to bed.
You absolutely despised thunderstorms.
They were too loud, too random and the thunder jumpscared you often. You couldn't really explain it that much, but you hated them nonetheless.
Max is lying in the bed near you and snoring softly as he faces the other way. You're just curled up in a ball on your side as you grab the covers, jumping as lighting strikes, illuminating the room for a moment.
After a while of just listening to the rain patting on the rooftop, you fall asleep.
In your dream, you're in a dark forest, surrounded by trees and on a mountain. You can feel the rain soaking your pajamas as you walk up the hill, the thunder startling you.
Lightning strikes, illuminating the path in front of you and you see Max at the end of the trail.
You pick up the pace as the storm grows, the wind picking up and blowing your hair all around. The thunder is scaring you and so is the lightning, it striking awfully close to you, but you continue on, for Max.
As soon as you make it to the end, the loudest thunder yet hits, lightning then striking down on top of you and Max, white flooding your vision.
You wake up in a cold sweat, grasping at your heart through your shirt. You immediately glance over at Max safe and sound in his bed.
You sigh and lie back down, rubbing your eyes as you try to calm down. Nightmares and one of your biggest fears combined sucked.
You don't seem to notice Max stirring awake in his bed.
"Hey, you okay over there?" Max says groggily, still waking up as he rubs his eyes. He shifts to face you all curled up.
"Mhm, totally fine–" You're cut off by a loud strike of lighting, you jumping and letting out a yelp at the noise.
"Shoot," Max mutters under his breath. He stands up, wobbling slightly before sitting next to you in your bed.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere baby," He whispers as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You can hear his heart beating, giving you something else to focus on other than the storm. You ignore him calling you baby for now.
Your arms hold him tightly as you bury your face into the fabric of his shirt. One of his hands tangles into your hair, stroking it softly as his other hand pats a rhythm on your back.
Your hands grip his shirt as another strike of lightning hits. You both lie there together and Max holds onto you, not letting go once.
The storm starts to calm down and you adjust yourself to sit against the headboard, Max's warmth and arms leaving you.
"Thanks.. I– sorry. That was a little embarrassing," You mutter as you pull the blankets over you and Max.
"It wasn't embarrassing. I'm still scared of the dark, y'know." Max says as he grins over at you.
You smile back as you play with the bracelets on your wrist, "Still. Also, how did you know I was scared of thunderstorms?"
"I mean, you were jumping and yelling at the loud noises–"
"I was not screaming!"
"Mhm, and i'm not a youtuber." Max teases and you push his shoulder jokingly as he laughs.
"You told me a few years back that you hated thunderstorms." Max states, blushing as you look over at the man.
"You– you actually remembered that?" You stutter as you turn your body towards Max, completely focused on him now. You couldn't believe he remembered such a small detail about you.
"Of course I did. I remember everything you tell me." His voice softens as his eyes roam your flushed face.
"Yeah? Even the stupid things?" You smile as you instinctively scoot closer to him. The thunder booms once again, but this time you grab Max's hand.
Max immediately holds your hand back, rubbing his thumb back and forth.
"Especially the stupid things." He whispers as his eyes trail down to your lips for a moment and then he nervously glances around the room. He was thinking about something, you could just tell by his scrunched up expression.
"Max," You mutter once with no response from him, "Max." You say again, this time his head shooting back towards you.
"Frick.." He whispers your name, his eyes finding yours as he completely unravels. "I've wanted you for so long. I’ve– i’ve liked you ever since I first met you. I remember– no, treasure everything you tell me, everything."
You're shocked that Max just confessed, but you're also relieved. Max begins to speak again but you cut him off with your lips meeting his, Max letting out a noise.
His grip on your hand tightens, his other hand cupping the side of your face as he leans into the kiss.
After a few moments of making out, you pull back, your lips both swollen and red. Max has a huge grin on his face.
"I had to shut you up somehow." You say and place your hand in his messy brown hair, playing with the soft strands.
Max x Curly hair Fem!Reader (hair type in this will be 2C-3A!)
summary: headcannons of max dating a curly hair baddie yes
word count: 590+
a/n: This is out to all my curly hair babies including me, so if you guys EVER want me to do headcannons of a tighter curl pattern lmk!!
-Max is obsessed with your hair. The first time you told him you had a whole routine—wash day, leave-in, mousse, diffusing—he stared at you and went, “Your hair has a schedule?” Now he asks, “Is today wash day?” like it’s a national holiday.
-He loves when your curls are freshly washed. He’ll bury his face in your hair and dramatically sigh, “You smell so good.” You have to remind him not to mess them up because he absolutely will.
-Max learned very quickly that he cannot just run his fingers through your curls. The first time he did it, you gasped like he’d committed a crime.;
“Max!”
“What?!”
“You separated the curl clumps!”
Now he asks permission every single time.
-He secretly thinks your bonnet is adorable. The first time he saw you put it on before bed, he blinked.;
“Babe you genuinely look so cute in your little bonnet!”
“You’re just saying that cause I look like a grandma.”
“Well then to YOUR analogy, a very cute grandma heh..”
You threw a pillow at him and finally go to bed.
-Humidity is his enemy. If your curls start frizzing because it’s hot outside, Max is immediately offended on your behalf.;
“Why is the weather attacking you?”
“It’s just humidity.”
“I’m gonna fight it.”
“I love you Max, but I don’t think that’s possible baby.”
-He absolutely hypes you up on good hair days without a fail, every single time he sees you step out of your shared bathroom he instantly starts the compliments.
-If you complain about your hair shrinking, Max genuinely doesn’t understand.
“But it’s cute.”
“Max, it was down to here yesterday!”
“Okay, but now it’s fluffy.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I think I’m helping a lot.”
-He loves playing with the curls that frame your face. Especially when you’re watching a movie together. He’ll gently wrap one around his finger and smile when it springs back.
“How does it do that?”
“Physics.”
“Magic.”
-He takes candid pictures of you constantly. Especially when the sunlight hits your curls just right. You’ll hear:
!click!
“Max!”
“What?”
“Delete that!”
He looks at the photo.
Smiles.
“Absolutely not.”
-If he ever posts you online, everyone immediately notices your hair. The comments are full of:
“HER CURLS OMG”
“They’re so cute together.”
“Max won at life.”
He reads every comment with the biggest grin.
-He definitely calls your curls nicknames.
Cloud hair.
Princess curls.
Angel hair.
Which is cute… Until he says:
“My little ramen noodle.”
You don’t speak to him for an hour.
-When you’re insecure about your hair, Max notices immediately. If you mention wanting straighter hair or say your curls are being difficult, he’ll frown.
“Why?”
“Because they’re messy.”
“They’re you.”
He says it so simply.
Like it’s obvious.
Like he can’t imagine you looking any other way.
-At the end of the day, Max thinks your curls are one of the prettiest things about you. Not because they’re always perfect. Not because they’re always defined. But because they’re yours. Whether they’re big and fluffy, freshly styled, frizzy from humidity, or hidden under a bonnet at 2 a.m., he’ll look at you with the same lovestruck smile and think:
“Yeah.”
“That’s my girl.”
Tysm for reading and I hope you enjoyed these headcannons!! Also sorry I didn’t I post for a week straight, I’ve been busy with summer…
.✦ ݁˖synopsis: You and your boyfriend Max are walking around the street of California until you spot one of the airbrush shirt stands, and once it catches Max’s attention you both know you’ll be getting the shirts regardless
.✦ ݁˖pairing:(3fs) Max x Fem!reader
.✦ ݁˖notes:Fluff, established relationship
.✦ ݁˖a/n:Ive genuinely haven’t seen anyone write about airbrush shirts with a summer one shot and its so sad to me cause I honestly think that airbrush shirts are a STAPLE to summer
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California summers always felt different.
Maybe it was the way the heat lingered long after the sun started setting or how every street seemed alive with people, music, and the smell of food from nearby vendors. Whatever it was, you loved it.
Especially when you got to spend it with Max.
Your fingers were intertwined with his as the two of you wandered through a busy beachside shopping district. Neither of you had a destination in mind. It was one of those days where you were simply existing together—stopping at random stores, sharing drinks, and teasing each other over absolutely nothing.
Max had been wearing his sunglasses for most of the afternoon, but every now and then he’d push them onto his head and grin at you like he’d just thought of the funniest joke in existence.
Half the time, he hadn’t.
“You know,” he said casually, swinging your joined hands between you, “I think I’d be really good at airbrushing shirts.”
You looked at him.
“…What?”
“I’m serious.”
“Since when?”
“Since right now.”
You laughed.
“Max, you’ve never even touched an airbrush machine.”
“Natural talent.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It absolutely is.”
You rolled your eyes, earning a dramatic gasp from him.
“Wow.”
“Oh, please.”
“No support from my own girlfriend.”
“I support your delusions.”
He grinned.
“Good enough.”
The two of you continued walking until something colorful caught your eye. Rows of bright shirts hung from a stand near the edge of the boardwalk.
Airbrush shirts.
The kind covered in neon colors, glitter effects, oversized lettering, and enough hearts to make your dentist concerned.
You immediately slowed down. Max slowed down too.The two of you stared.Then looked at each other.
“Oh no,” you said. “Oh yes,” Max replied instantly.
You knew that look.
That was the look that meant you were about to spend money on something completely unnecessary.
And the worst part?
You already knew you were going to agree.
“Max.”
“Tell me you don’t want one.”
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it.
Because unfortunately, you did.
His grin widened.
“Exactly.”
Five minutes later you were standing in front of the booth while the artist flipped through examples.
There were dolphins. Flames. Dragons. Sunsets. Names. Everything.
Max looked like a child in a candy store.
“I have an idea,” he announced. The dangerous words. “What idea?” His smile turned mischievous.
Matching shirts.
Of course.
“You were thinking it too.” “I absolutely was not.” “Liar.”
You so totally were.
The artist glanced between the two of you.
“Couple shirts?”
Max nodded immediately. “Couple shirts.”
You sighed dramatically “Unfortunately.”
The artist laughed. “So what do you want them to say?” You expected Max to take at least a minute. Maybe two. Instead,
“I love my girlfriend.”
You turned toward him. His answer had been immediate. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Nothing. Just complete confidence.
Your heart betrayed you instantly.
Because while Max could be ridiculous most of the time, he could also be unfairly sweet when he wanted to be.
The artist nodded.
“And yours?”
You looked at Max.
He was already watching you. Waiting. Smiling.
The same smile that had gotten you into trouble more times than you could count.
You smiled back. “I love my YouTuber boyfriend.”
Max immediately covered his face. “Oh my god.”
“You picked yours first.”
“Yeah, but hearing it out loud is weird.”
You laughed.“Why?”
“Because now I sound famous.”
“You have millions of subscribers.”
“Still weird.”
The artist chuckled while sketching out ideas. “What colors?”
The next ten minutes became an argument.
A completely pointless one.
Max wanted red and orange.
You wanted (insert your favorite colors!!).
He wanted flames.
You wanted hearts.
He wanted giant lettering.
You wanted something readable.
Eventually the artist combined both your ideas into one design.
And somehow it worked.
When the shirts were finally finished, the artist held them up. They were absolutely ridiculous. And absolutely perfect.
Your shirt was covered in (color), (color), and white lettering.
“I LOVE MY YOUTUBER BOYFRIEND”
Decorated with tiny hearts and stars. Max’s shirt was blue with silver accents.
“I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND”
In giant letters across the front. The moment the artist handed them over, Max was already pulling his current shirt off.
You stared. “Max.” “What?” “We literally just got them.” “Exactly.” “We can take them home.”
“Or.” “No.” “Or.” “No.” “Counterpoint.”
Before you could stop him, he pulled the airbrush shirt over his head and revealed the white undershirt.
The man looked entirely too pleased with himself. “How do I look?” “Like every tourist ever.” “Perfect.” You shook your head, trying—and failing—not to smile.
The shirt was ridiculous.
But the way Max wore it like he’d just been handed a designer masterpiece made it impossible not to laugh.
Then he looked at you. And pointed.
“Nope.” “Nope what?” “Your turn.” “I’m not changing in public.” “Why not?” “Because unlike you, I have shame.” He gasped dramatically.
The audacity AND the heartbreak Max was feeling at that moment.
You lasted about thirty seconds. Then gave in.
Because Max’s puppy-dog eyes should honestly be classified as a weapon.
A few minutes later, the two of you were walking down the boardwalk wearing matching airbrush shirts.
People definitely stared. You couldn’t even blame them. One woman walking past smiled when she read Max’s shirt. Another laughed after reading yours.
Max looked entirely too proud of himself. “Best purchase ever.” “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” “You wanted one too.” “That’s not the point.” “It is exactly the point.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He bumped yours back.
The ocean breeze drifted through the air as the crowd around you continued moving.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
Just walked.
Hand in hand.
Comfortable.
Easy.
The way it always was with him.
Eventually Max glanced down at his shirt and grinned.
“You know what?” “What?” “I actually love this.” You laughed. “Of course you do.” “No, seriously.” He pointed at the lettering. “It’s honest.” You felt warmth spread through your chest. Because despite the joking tone, he meant it. Completely.
Max squeezed your hand. Then lifted it and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. The gesture was quick. Simple.
But it still made your heart do stupid things. His smile softened. “I do love my girlfriend.” You looked away immediately face already warming up along side the California heat.
“You’re cheesy.” “You’re blushing.” “It’s hot outside.” “Mhm.” “It is.”
“Mhm.” You narrowed your eyes. He laughed. The sound blended with the crashing waves nearby.
For a moment, everything felt perfect.
The sunshine.
The boardwalk.
The ridiculous shirts.
The hand holding yours.
Then Max suddenly stopped walking. You looked up. “What?” His eyes lit up. The exact way they did whenever he had an idea.
Which was never a good sign.
“We should take pictures.” You groaned. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Absolutely yes.” “Max.” “Vlog photos..” “I knew you were going to say that.” He was already pulling out his phone.
“You literally bought a shirt that says I love my YouTuber boyfriend.”
“That’s different.” “How?” “It just is.”
He laughed before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his side.
His phone camera opened. You rolled your eyes and then eventually gave the camera a quick smile. Max simply laughed harder. The photo snapped anyway. Then another. Then another.
And despite all your complaints, every single picture captured the same thing:
Two people completely in love.
Wearing the most embarrassing matching airbrush shirts California had ever seen.
heyyy itz the person who wrote indulgence on ao3 can u write something with sub max……,, honestly the plot could be anything u like i just need him whining and being called a good boy
— Desperate , Max (3fs)
summary: You and Max are watching a rom-com and eating takeout while the boys are in the next room over. When a certain scene comes on the tv.. Max starts to act weird.
warnings: fem reader, smut, p in v, oral, kissing, making out, whimpering, praise kink, pet names, sub!max & dom!fem!reader, the boys walking in on you cuddling… cuddling & fluff, this is a lot more explicit than my other fics LOL
word count: 3.3k
a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long bro… finals killed my booty and I love indulgence on ao3 OMFGGG ok bye enjoy guys!!
3fs masterlist & requests & masterlist
You open the airbnb door and take the food, thanking the driver as he walks away. Max and you ordered some takeout. Yes it was ten pm at night, but.. why does it matter?
You bring the food up to Max's room, careful to be quiet for Jacob, Eddie, and Ethan sleeping in the rooms nearby. You almost trip on Eddie's shoes in the middle of the hallway, but catch yourself.
All of you are in Florida for the Universal Studios FNaF house. You all decided to meet up and stay in an airbnb for the week that was close to Universal and Disney.
The rest of the boys were tired, but you and Max weren't. You decided to watch some random free rom-com while stuffing your faces with takeout.
Was it good for you? Probably not. Was it the best damn food you've had in a while? Well, yes!
It was a little over an hour into the movie and the takeout was completely gone. You both were chatting in between scenes from the movie and explain what you would do, how that was stupid, etc.
Except, you both go dead silent.
The two main characters start kissing.. making out.. and things escalate.
"How do they even film that without– without catching feelings or something." You mutter, trying to release the tension in the room. They were still going at it on the screen and you could just feel the heat radiating off of Max.
Max was barely paying attention and just patting his arm to a random beat, trying to calm himself down. It's just kissing, Max, stop acting– oh, and her shirt is off.
"Yeah.. no– no clue." He stutters and his eyes dart from the ceiling, to the tv, to you, to his lap.
You let out a soft laugh at his nervousness and stuttering. The lamp beside him was making him glow and you could just see his olive skin tinted with that red shade.
So, why not tease him?
You move a little closer to Max, your shoulders practically touching at this point. He was so obvious, it was adorable, really. He was trying to be subtle while his brain was short circuiting.
"You're acting a little weird, Max. You.. okay?" You question and glance over at him for a few moments.
He lets out a choked noise, "Wh- what? No! I'm fine, i'm frickin' fine. You're fine, i'm fine, the tv is fine–" His voice cracks and you almost laugh at how flustered he is. You decide to scoot towards him until your thighs are just barely touching. With the heat was radiating off of him, you weren't cold anymore.
He bit his lip, a little habit he has when he's trying to process something. He didn't pull away from your touch, in fact, he leaned into it. His heart was racing so fast, he was almost sure you could hear it. Was this really happening?
"Yeah? You're sure?" You say in a teasing voice and lick your lips. Your eyes trail over to the tv, the man now eating the girl out. You couldn't help but feel a little worked up yourself, especially with Max next to you.
Max's eyes dart to your face and you were red, just not as much as he was. You licking your lips was a small gesture for you, but for him? It was like he got struck by lighting.
He froze and stopped patting his arm, gulping as his throat grew dry. He breathed out your name, his whole persona of 'acting cool' completely gone at this point.
He wanted to hide under the covers and act like this never happened, but he also didn't want to move an inch away from you.
"Frick, you're– you're doing that on purpose.. aren't you?" He whispers, a shy lopsided grin appearing on his face.
"Maybe." You shrug with a grin and stare up at him. Even when you two were sitting, he was still taller than you.
"Gosh.. my heart is doing backflips. Literal backflips." He leans back against the headboard with a breath, trying to calm himself down, "Between what's on the tv and.. and you.." He trails off as his eyes meet yours, for a second his eyes glancing at your lips.
"So, i'm doing a good job at teasing you?" You question.
"You're making it really hard to not kiss you right now." He whispers. You're taken aback by his answer, not expecting Max to be that forward, but holy shit it was hot.
It's silent for a moment more before you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss.
Max let out a whimper as your lips met his and he instantly melted into it. His hand creeped up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
The kiss quickly escalated, months of tension pouring into the action. The tv was background noise at this point, all that mattered was him.
You pull back with a breath, one of your hands sliding into his brown hair. His eyes flutter shut for a moment at the softness of your hands before he feels you climbing onto his lap.
"Crap," He breathes out, his hands going to your thighs to help balance you. He was fighting back whimpers and noises as you brought him in for another kiss, this one being messier.
Max's right hand sneaks into your hair and pulls you in deeper. Your hips buck into his and he lets out a choked moan into your mouth. Who knew Max was this loud?
You pull back with a string of spit connecting you both, your eyes roaming his face.
"Was that.. okay?" He asks and licks his lips, the taste of the takeout you ate still on his tongue.
"That was, amazing, yeah," You smile, still catching your breath. Your hands wander from his hair, to his neck, to his chest, to the hem of his shirt.
"Is it okay if I.." You trail off, looking up at his flushed face. Max's eyes flutter as he looks down at your hands.
"Yeah– please," He whimpers as he helps you pull his shirt off. Your hands immediately run down his chest and to his happy trail, smiling as he lets out a groan. He was trying to be quiet, for you.
You lean in and start to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, making small marks. Max is completely gone at this point. He couldn't believe you of all people were making out with him.
Your hips start to move back and forth as you need some type of relief. Max immediately bucks his hips up to meet yours and he throws his head back to give you more room.
"Doin' so good," You whisper against his warm skin and Max swear he melts into the mattress. He lets out a whimper at your words as he moves his hips more, chasing the pleasure.
You connect the dots. He actually liked praise– loved it. He was so worked up by just your words. Even when you were filming videos and telling him how good he was doing, his face would go so red and he'd stutter like crazy.
"Yeah? You like when I praise you? Tell you how good you're being for me?" You tease as you go back up to meet his face, smiling as your lips just barely brush his.
Max just nods– he doesn't even know what to do at this point.
"Please, lemme eat you out," Max begs as his head goes to rest in the crook of your neck, mimicking you and kissing under your ear.
"That's what you want?" You ask as your hand tugs slightly on his messy brown hair.
"Mhm, please–"
"Be a good boy and take off my shorts, okay?"
Max just stops and his arms tighten around your waist, groaning into the crook of your neck. He was flushed all over and all he could think of was you.
Not Universal, the boys, or YouTube.
Just you.
Before you know it, Max is lapping up the wetness between your legs and you're trying to make sure you don't wake the boys in the next room.
"Fuck–" You curse, Max's arms wrapped around your legs to keep you from squirming. He was lost in the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he makes noises of his own against your heat.
Your hand once again falls into his hair, pushing him in deeper as he glances up at you. For all Max knew– this was heaven. He could die between your thighs and be a happy man.
"Maxie– just like that, there you go," You praise him and he whimpers even louder than you. A small smile comes on your face at the noise, your mouth then falling open as he pushes one of his long fingers into you.
Oh, fuck.
Your other hand immediately covers your mouth, trying to muffle your noises. You lean into the touch, your hips bucking into his face and fingers.
"You're so, so, gorgeous– oh my gosh," He compliments, whispering against your pussy as you cry out. His mouth then finds your clit and he just keeps licking the bundle of nerves, over and over.
"Max, Max–" You breathe out his name between moans as your grip tightens in his hair.
"Am I doing okay? Please, please tell me I am," He whimpers as his pace speeds up, his puppy dog eyes looking at you.
"Bein' such a good boy for me– oh, shit, I'm gonna come, Max–" You whine as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching off the bed as your eyes leave Max's face to roll back into your head.
Max is watching your face intensely and not slowing down, not even for a second as he works you through the orgasm. His hips were bucking up against the bed and he was sure he had a wet spot on his grey sweatpants now.
He starts to slow down as you come back to Earth, your hand pushing the stray locks of hair out of your face.
"You did such a good job." You praise him as he licks his fingers clean, going up to kiss you softly. You taste yourself on his tongue as you deepen the kiss.
"My turn," You say and sit up with wobbly legs, pushing Max up to sit against the headboard. Your eyes immediately fall to the spot on his sweatpants and he covers it with both of his hands.
"Hey, eating you out got me–"
"Worked up, I know. You were moaning louder than me Max, and I was the one coming," You let out a small laugh as you take off his sweatpants.
His boxers were soaked with his tip rubbing against them and even though the boxers were black, you could see how much he leaked.
"Eating me out really got you pent up, huh?" You say as your hands linger at the top of his waistband.
Max just nods his head and his eyes shut as he takes in the moment.
"Words, pretty boy," You whisper as your hands reach under to pull his boxers off. Max lets out a choked whimper at the nickname and dominance. God.. was he living his dream right now?
"Yeah, mhm," Max whimpers out, letting out a breath as your hands pull his boxers all the way off.
"There you go." You praise, seeing his cock pop out and there were small beauty marks on it. He was leaking, bad. You would think he’d had come from all the liquid, his tip being bright red.
Max lets out a whine as the cold air hits his dick, his hands on your hips tightening. His head hits the headboard as your hands just barely graze the tip of his cock. His hips go up into your hand, trying to chase the pleasure that only you could give him.
“Jesus,” You whisper as your eyes are just locked on the sight in front of you. Max, a six foot three man is collapsing at your touch, and whimpering of all things.
You can’t deal with the throbbing between your legs any longer and you line yourself up with him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you sink down on his leaking cock, you both letting out loud moans.
You were able to control yours, mostly, but Max.. it was so over for him.
Your tight wetness around his cock was too much for the man and he can’t keep himself from thrusting into you. He’s letting out moans every other second, his hands on your hips surely leaving marks.
You were smiling at the sight of Max coming undone and you start to bounce on him as he lets out the loudest moan yet. He wasn’t even thinking of the boys anymore.
“Max–“ You whisper and your knees dig a little deeper into the mattress. Your hand covers his mouth as he lets out a whimper from you clenching around him.
“You want your friends to know how pathetic you’re being for me right now?” You whisper in his ear as your lips trail down his neck, one of your hands reaching to pull his head back.
Max wanted to be loud for you– he couldn’t help it. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel.
He lets out a choked moan in your hand as his eyes roll back temporarily, him shaking his head. His thrusts were meeting yours and your hips were grinding down on him, soft moans leaving your throat.
“Then be quiet for me, pretty boy, okay?” You were bouncing up and down on him at this point, the bed creaking as slick leaves from your pussy, coating his length and letting you glide over him with little effort.
Max was on the edge of cumming and you could hear him moaning your name in your hand.
“You’re being– being such a good boy for me Max, just hold on, shit– a little longer, okay?” You say as you breathe heavily into the crook of his neck, your hot breath being another feeling for Max that was just a little too much for him as he whines.
Max’s hand moves to the plush of your ass as he spreads you open just the right amount, his length hitting that spongy spot inside you.
You let out a choked moan, stopping yourself from being too loud. Your hand leaves Max’s mouth and you find his lips, kissing him deeply and messily to keep both of your moans in.
Your back was arching against him, your nipples rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, just another sensation that made you about to fall over the edge.
“Baby– I.. gosh–“ Max stutters, not even being able to form a full sentence. You knew what he was asking though as you shush him.
“Max, just let go for me. You did– did so good–“ You cut yourself off with a moan as Max immediately spills inside you. You keep bouncing up and down on him as you both make a mess on the sheets underneath you.
He lets out loud whimpers of your name as he head throws back against the headboard, his back arching to go even deeper into you.
It was at that point you came.
You gush as you bite your lip, trying to be quiet as Max’s hand finds your clit and rubs you through the orgasm. You let out a squeal, a mix of your liquids running down your thighs, your pussy squeezing so tight around him until he’s a whining mess from the overstimulation.
Your body melts into his, you both relaxing and taking deep breaths. You both were sweating bullets and it was like you just ran a marathon.
“I– I didn’t mean to cum that fast..” He whispers as his hands hold your head against his chest. You can hear how fast his heart is beating, for you.
“S’ okay, I think it’s cute.” You smile as you bring your head up to face him. His face was a deep red and his eyes meet yours.
“Let me clean you up, okay?” He offers as his hand rubs your cheek, bringing you up for a soft kiss before lifting you up and off of him.
He cleans you up with a wet washcloth, kissing every part of your body and showering you in compliments.
After cleaning you up, and you cleaning him quickly, you pull his shirt that was lying next to the bed on.
“I’m assuming i’m never getting that shirt back?” He says with a smile, pulling on some new boxers from his suitcase in the corner of the room.
“Definitely not.” You let out a giggle and pull your panties up. You both eventually lie down in the bed, Max’s head immediately finding your chest and resting on it.
You pull the covers over both of you and the movie has been off for a while now, the tv shutting itself off.
You just smile to yourself as Max cuddles into you, finally relaxing for the first time in a few days.
Jacob, Ethan, and Eddie stand outside of Max’s room and prepare to prank him by waking him up with a loud air horn. Ethan found it on the side of the road.
“Okay, be quiet when we walk in. Then, get super close to his ear and BOOM, shocked awake by a stupid air horn.” Jacob states and smiles at the camera. They were all filming for their vlog.
“Three, two, one..” Ethan opens the door quietly and steps inside, freezing up as he sees you and Max cuddling.
Eddie and Jacob follow in close behind Ethan and stop as soon as they see you both. It was obvious the two of you hooked up. Max’s shirt was on you instead of him, there were piles of clothes on the floor, your hair was messy, and Max was shirtless.
“Holy fuck.” Eddie whispers, immediately turning off the camera and grinning.
“Max finally got some.” Ethan whispers, a shocked look on his face. Jacob was just quiet, surprised but also relieved that the two of you finally got together.
Max cuddles a little more into your chest with a small whisper of your name and the three immediately leave the room.
As soon as the door closes they all burst into laughter and delete the footage from all of the cameras.
“I can’t believe.. how did that even..?” Ethan scratches his head as the boys head downstairs to cook breakfast.
The two of you eventually get up and make your way downstairs (after showering together and getting dressed).
You were still in one of Max’s shirts and some type of pants on and Max was in a FNaF shirt with some jeans on.
You both make your way downstairs together, a little closer than friends would normally be. You both agreed to hide you being together for a little while, not knowing what state the boys found you in this morning.
“So.. did you two have fun last night?” Eddie asks as soon as you walk into the kitchen.
“Wh– what? What are you even– what are you talking about, bro?” Max stutters as his face turns red and he goes to the fridge to grab some energy drink.
“We saw you two this morning,” Ethan laughs as he stuffs his face with bacon and walks off to the living room.
“Oh my gosh,” Max smacks his forehead and you’re just still standing there while your face turns beet red.
Max looks over at you with a grin and hands you a drink yourself, you thanking him as your brain is still a minute behind.
“Yeah, good job.” Eddie laughs and pats Max’s shoulder, heading to go eat his food.
“Oh my god, was that the noises I heard last night? OH MY GOD–“ Jacob yells and puts both hands on his head, finally connecting the dots.
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𖤓˚࿔synopsis: You and your friends are going to your local pool during the beginning of summer, while you’re there the new lifeguard catches your attention from how cute he is, and well it looks like you got his attention as well.
𖤓˚࿔pairing:(3fs) Lifegaurd!Max x Fem!reader
𖤓˚࿔notes: slow burn ish i guess?… reader is called cutie and that’s all…
𖤓˚࿔a/n: baby’s first time writing as a dyslexic person do not think I don’t know how to write even tho it is the first time I write
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It was finally the start of summer break and what other fun way to start it than by going to the local pool with your friends? Once after you and your friends had picked up everything that you needed for this fun summer hangout from Target, you guys finally started to head out to drive to the local pool.
After you guys gathered your own personal pool bags that included such things as; tanning oil, sunscreen, drinks, and of course snacks and a pair of flip flops, you began walking into the gated pool and walking to the sign in area. As you and your friends were signing in you couldn’t help but notice the new lifeguard, the new AND cute lifeguard ! You had noticed his short brunette hair, the scattered moles on his face, and most importantly his deep brown eyes. “Hellooooo!! Earth to Y/N are you in there girl???” Your friend Vannah said, you quickly snapped out of whatever lala land you were in as you were staring at the cute lifeguard, but it seemed as you turned your head around to apologize and to sign the paper for staying at the pool you could’ve sworn you saw a particular brunette turn his head over to look at you.
After finally settling in your pool side chair and getting ready to apply your sunscreen before getting into the pool, you had a strange feeling of someone looking over at you, and like any other person would you perked up your head and started to look around the pool until your eyes had landed on the very same brunette boy, staring dead at you until he fully noticed you looking over at him and which he gave you a type of look and then snapped his head away to look far away from you. “Huh…” You thought to yourself as you started to apply the sunscreen to your arms, legs, hand, and other body parts.
It had been about an hour and a half as you and your fiends were still in the pool together just hanging out and talking about what other things you should do for the summer this year, but then you had realized it HAD been some good amount of time since you checked out- I mean LOOKED at the cute brunette lifeguard. So why not look over again? It couldn’t hurt to just look over… As you looked over to the lifeguard chair you saw him still up there doing his job and watching over the pool to make sure no dumb kids were running, or drowning, and just whatever kids shouldn’t do at the pool, and well as you were just staring at the lifeguard you hadn’t even noticed that he had looked over and you and him were full on making eye contact with each other, but to other people at the pool it had look like full on goo goo eyes as if they were watching a real life love movie unfold right in front of them.
Your eyes had widened a bit as you fully registered the situation and you starting to feel your face getting hotter and redder by the second, and well since you were in the direct sunlight it was pretty obvious from the brunette’s perspective that you were red in the face and all he could do was smile at you while chuckling to himself, and once he had noticed nobody was even looking he raised his hand up and gave you a quick wave which made you feel a bit better to the point that you gave him a quick smile before turning back around quickly to involve yourself in the conversation with your friends that you were supposed to be involved into in the first place.
Right before you had wanted to take another quick sneak peak at the cute lifeguard again you had noticed he was already replaced with some girl and which you sighed to yourself while reaching out for your drink only to realize that you had drank that whole drink to the very last drop. With having to excuse yourself from your friends to tell the you were going to the vending machine to go buy another drink you got out of the pool, walked over to go get your wallet from the pool bag and walk over to the vending machine filled with ice cold drinks.
As you were putting in your cash in the vending machine and going to press the *insert soda name* button you had realized that it wasn’t even working, and so you had just thought if you pressed it about 10 more times the drink should come out right?
“Um excuse me, but do you need some help with that?” A male’s voice from behind you called out, and as you were ready to put on your nice girl voice and bright smile getting ready to turn around, “Oh no thank yo-“ there he was. The cute lifeguard that you were caught at for staring about 5 million times already. “Here let me see… you were trying to get the *insert soda name* right?” “Oh!- Yeah yes I was but it won’t um come out…” “Don’t worry it’s not that it’s out it’s just that the button for it isn’t exactly working at the moment, a lifeguard just has to open it.” He said as he took out the vending machine’s key and unlocked the vending machine to grab the soda you had wanted and then closed it back up. “Here.” He said while handing you the soda, “Oh thank you um…” “Max.” “Thank you Max.” And then you guys kinda just stood there for a good hot second staring at each other before..
“So um this might come off weird but uh would you maybe like to go out some time?” Max asked and you had felt your heart skip a beat before nodding your head since you didn’t trust your words to get you anywhere since you would probably end up slipping up your words. “Well alright then, could I get your number…” “It’s Y/N…”
“Well can I get your number then Y/n?” You had smiled at him and nodded “Well you’re gonna need my number if you wanna take me out..” You said as you took out your phone and unlocking it before giving it to Max. As Max typed in his phone number into your phone and gave it back to you Max gave you a soft smile, “I’ll see you around then cutie” He said before giving you a cheeky wink, and you giggled softly at and then once you looked down at your phone you saw the name Max had given himself.
• Whenever he’s playing his games but not for recording just in bed or in the living room he would ask you to let his head be between your thighs so you could run your fingers through his hair
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• He TRIES to make breakfast for you so hard but most of the time the food ends up burnt so instead he’ll take you out for breakfast.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• During the cold winter season since it actually gets so cold in Texas, while you and him are out and if you mention of be cold the tiniest bit he’s taking off his scarf and gloves then gives them to you, not caring if he ends up sick
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• We all know max is tall af and so genuinely every single morning when you wake up your limbs are practically engulfed in his long limbs holding onto you like you were a teddy bear
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• Oh he ADORES cheek, forehead, and neck kisses in the most precious innocent way ever
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• If you even try to open the car door to your side of the car max would on the most gentle way push you out the way and open the door for you instead
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• In a scenario where you guys are having a lazy afternoon just laying in bed, and if you were to start to softly trace the moles on his face and neck with your hand he would practically melt like ice cream
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• He loves play fighting with you any where and any time, but he will always makes sure that you don’t accidentally get hurt in the slightest bit, for example, you accidentally hit your arm on something not too hard max stops IMMEDIATELY and turns into a nurse to make sure your fine
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• He’s honestly such a big baby when he’s sick, like not in a way he doesn’t want to take his medicine it’s in a way he’s SO FREAKING CLINGY. For example, you need to get up to get water or to even take his warm head towel to put cool water on it he practically SNATCHES you back into bed mumbling on some “No babe…. don’t leave me… please just stay a little longer?… that dumb towel can wait….”
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• If you dye your hair and need help from max he would genuinely be so happy to help you, he would practically be jumping with joy like a puppy who got told they get to have a treat
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• When he’s out and vlogging with Jacob, Ethan, and Eddie and if ever a girl tries to come up to him and ask him for his number he immediately pulls out his phone to reveal the lockscreen wallpaper of his phone where it’s a picture of you and him and just stare dead at the girl in front of him
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
• In my own personal opinion I feel like he would genuinely be so obsessed with those dirty sodas (dirty Dr Pepper for example) to the point that in your guys’s kitchen there would be a separate little drink station to make them, and it would have mini sodas, creamers (in the fridge), syrups, and cute little straws
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That’s all! I hoped you enjoyed these since this is my first time writing these!! No smut in these ik but I’ll write them soon!
