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Masterlist

Hello all! Sam here to let y’all know that all request slots are open! That includes but is not limited to:

❥ drabbles

❥ matchups

❥ headcanons

Max

You had hit a rough patch. Just out of college, waiting tables at a bar usually filled with snarky locals and old men going through mid-life crisis and divorce. Sometimes- you spent the majority of your break in the bathroom stall cursing yourself for deciding to major in photography. Not that you didn’t love taking photos- your dream was to own your own studio- but you were still paying off college loans. 

So here you were, in the bar you were at every night except saturday and sunday, serving bacon cheeseburgers to a man who complained about his ex not letting him see his daughters. 

You didn’t have sympathy for the guy- because afterall- he was complaining in a bar, and the cheeseburger was getting choked down with whiskey. Giving off a sigh, you started to go your rounds around the tables you assisted- when the obnoxious bell on the door rang. 

Coming into the bar with the sounds of laughter were four guys, and as soon as you got a good look at the lot, your heart dropped. You knew all four of them. In your spare time- you watched youtube- it was a normal past time, provided, and these four just happened to be some of your favorites. Well, your exact favorites. 

It was rare you found people in here to have a good time- not just drown out their sorrows with alcohol. Even rarer- youtube icons. Even though you lived in Melbourne, you never expected this. Just as quickly as they sat down, you came out with some menus. 

“Hey guys, and welcome! I’m going to need to peep at everyone’s ID’s, you to be sure.” You said, going through the usual, watching as all their eye’s fell on you. “Of course, of course!” Max said, with raised eyebrows as the rest of his buds handed over licenses and such. After a brief check, you returned all their identification to them. “Alright, what can I start you off with?” You asked, you had to admit, your hands were shaking with excitement. 

George was the one to say what he was drinking first, then Ian, then Chad, and lastly Max. At the end of his decision, he added ‘doll’ to the sentence. Very awkwardly, you might add. 

As you walked off to fill their order and leave them to the food menu, you could hear the conversation from inside the restricted areas. 

“what the fuck was that, max?” You heard. You giggled a little. 

“She’s really pretty..” That answer tugged your heart strings a little bit. 

Carrying a tray full of glasses out of the doors and beginning toward the table, your mind raced with ideas and flirtatious comments, you were getting ahead of yourself, for sure. 

You had forgot to look where the hell you were going, you thought you knew the bar like the back of your hand. However- a certain geeky brunette wasn’t exactly a decoration. You looked back up when you heard the tray hit against something- next thing you knew- you were falling. 

You squealed as you went down, everyone in the bar turned their heads, and simultaneously you could hear glass shattering around you. When you heard the laughing, you knew you didn’t want to look up. But you had too. Before you did, you were met with a hand. 

You didn’t look just yet, just grabbed it, figuring it was some drunk old man trying to get some pUssy. But when you finally picked your head up, in front of you, was Max. Everything stopped feeling like slow motion. 

“Holy shit, I’m so fucking sorry-” He started, you interrupted. “You’re sorry, I ran into you!” You said, your cheeks turning even more red. Almost as red as him.

“I was going to see if you needed help, you looked like you’re struggling, that was alot of alchohol for one girl to be holding-” He said, still frantic. You dismissed his worries. “That’s.. so kind of you..” You smiled a small, compromised smile. The smile back made you melt. 

“I-I’ve got to clean this up.. and get you guys your order..” You said, fixing your black apron. Max nodded. 

“When you’re done with that- we’d really like some consolation for our wait.” He spoke, you’re heart sank- what if they told her boss? You nodded. “Anything, for sure.” You spoke, now quicker. 

“Add another drink to our reciept, and when you bring it, come sit with us, surely you can take a break.” He grinned, causing you to grin even wider back. 

As he returned to his seat, you went back into the back, with a little more pep in your step. 

//It’s been done thousands of time before, but oh well. Joji and Ian coming soon!

hope you folks enjoy, and can someone please fucking request? I’m excited for some good requeeeests. 

Joji, Max, Ian, and Chad. Saw a request for panty preferences and I screamed. Also, don’t let any of these pictures make you feel bad about yourself, you’re all fuckin’ sexy and you could rock it all.

Joji

Joji would buy you something with as little coverage as possible, finding the tease of skin exposed through lace and sheer panels sexy. He’d also make you take it off, slowly.

Max

Max loved to see you in anything soft, and frilly. Finding that they highlighted the natural, sexy shape of your body. Hugging your curves just right. He also loved how easily bralettes were to get off.

Ian

Ian loved over the top lingerie, garter belts, stockings, the whole nine yards. He especially loved how you looked in red. He never really spent that much on any underwear he bought you though. Since it’d probably get torn off anyways.

Chad

Maxmoefoe imagine requested by @little-raconteur​

Some cursing, that’s about it. Y’all are pretty much best friends from college and you’re about to meet the rest of the Cancer Crew. Max was acting a bit… weird. Today he was quiet and reserved, possibly deep in thought. Today was the day I finally got to meet his friends Ian and Joji. Or was it George? He called him both so I wasn’t sure what to call the guy who played as Filthy Frank. My friend sat there on his couch with his arm crossed, not even speaking a word. Here and there he’d clear his throat and check his phone for the time but other than that he did nothing. I turned the television on and watched some type of cooking show to pass the time. There was nothing better to do other than wait.

Maxmoefoe imagine.

Since you asked so nicely;)

“Hold this.” Max handed you a large box, it was lighter than you expected. “What is this?” He just waved you off. “Set it in the living room, yeah?” You rolled your eyes but did what he asked regardless. You assumed it was for a video, since he’d mentioned two other people were coming over as well. You’d seen more boxes in the back of his car but decided to sit on the couch and wait for him. He came in with two boxes, one stacked on top of the other, and dropped them haphazardly onto the ground. “What is in the boxes?” Max tore one open and tossed something at you, you dodged. “Raman?”

He nodded opening all the boxes. “It’s for a video.” You squinted at him as he smiled at you. “What are you doing with all these noodles?” You threw the package of raman back at him. “We’re going to fuckin’ cook it in a washing machine then eat it.” You blinked and he took the opportunity to land a hit with the noodles. You growled throwing it back at him standing off the couch to get another package. Only to be hit by several while doing so. “Max!” He opened his mouth to respond while you lopped a package at his face as hard as you could. You swore you heard some noodles crunch upon impact. “Ow! Oh fuck me!” You laughed loudly as Max held his face. You kneeled next to him, feeling a little bad, even though you knew he was playing it up.

“You okay, baby?” You mocked, Max squinted at you and before you could react brought his hands to your sides. Tickling you mercilessly. “You think I’d let you get a away with fucking whipping noodles at my face?”  You giggled and panted shoving at him and struggling, but he was so much stronger and pinned you to the floor. “Max, Max. Please! I can’t breathe!” he finally relented, face in front of yours, panting just as much as you were.

“Max...?” You weren’t prepared for the kiss but you were certainly ready. Your hands were in his hair in an instant, arching your body to press against his as he gripped onto your thigh. You moved to deepen the kiss-

“We shooting a youtube video or a porno?”