i have some request ideas if your up for them!
One of them could be one day max and reader records one of their sessions and max watches it later when reader is gone because they miss them
OR! max with reader who dyes ther hair a lot like joise kay on tt and convinces max to dye a strand of hair to match
Hair dye, kiss and goodbye — Max (3FS) x fem!reader
requested! : hey pookie! the first idea was soo good but i wasn't as inspired as i was for the second one, sorry <3 love ya!! (for once i like the collage yall forgive me)
summary: you're a hair dye addict, why not trying something new on your boyfriend too?
characters: Max (3fs) x fem!reader
genre: fluff, with a bit of flirt
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Dying your hair was like therapy to you. You liked to change your appearance whenever you got bored, like customizing your videogame character using the new characteristics you’ve unlocked. What you usually unlocked were new hair dye colors. You absolutely loved having fun with your hair, styling it, braiding it, slicking it back, and of course, playing with colors.
Sometimes, you’d dye them a natural-looking shade whenever you had special occasions that required some kind of composed, elegant look to present in. But every once in a while, you’d go crazy with colors. You’ve been magenta, electric blue, blonde with raccoon strands, you’ve tried rainbow even. That was all just so fun and mostly, this constant changing was a perfect test to see if a guy was worth taking, and in Max’s case, he really passed it.
In fact, your relationship has been going on for more than one year now and each time he saw you with a different appearance, he always acted like you just were a more particular, maybe even better, version of his girl. Just like how it was probably going to happen this afternoon.
You’d texted him earlier, asking him to come over as every Saturday, and of course, he accepted it before you could even tell him what you wanted to try; a detail that made your plan even better.
Once he arrived, using the spare keys he knew the location of, he heard loud, incredibly yours, music from the bathroom. He made his way there and opened you the door, eyebrows already furrowed as his handsome figure appeared in your mirror’s reflection. He immediately noticed the bowls, the brushes, a bunch of dark red bottles of hair dye, and of course, your wet, sectioned and now kind of red-ish look.
“I bet you 5 dollars you’re going to look like Angry Birds main red bird,” he smiled nonchalantly, before stepping behind you, patting your hip and picking up your cup. “Hi babe”
“Hi, love." You said, smiling to yourself, happy to have him with you.
“I thought we’d meet to watch a movie or something, and of course you’re dying your hair.” He picked up the dye bottle, his adorable confused expression appearing. “It’s not even the brand you usually use.”
You actually finished wrapping a towel on your head. “My hairdresser recommended me that, since I’m apparently changing too often, I kind of need to use lighter products.”
His face became even more shocked. “Hairdresser? You always cut your hair yourself! You even got a haircut?”
You let out a chuckle. “Just split tips, don’t worry.”
Max sat on the edge of the bathroom’s bath tub, fidgeting with his fingers for a while before whining like an impatient kid wanting his favorite toy back. “What do I do? I’m so bored, boooored...”
Your smirk appeared, and your plan started.
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"Oh, gosh, won't you stay still?"
Half an hour later, you were sat on your bathroom sink, legs slightly parted just so his hips would fit in between them. He felt under torture, he kept moving his head side to side, trying to see what the heck you were doing to his hair.
You'd decided to do something actually cool and that would make him even hotter than how he already is. So you'd started dying the back of his head, which was a dangerously good idea.
"I'm just curious!" He justified himself, before starting to detach his attention from his reflection to your face in front of his. Suddenly, he'd gone quiet. He started to analyze your features, from the forehead to the nose, cheeks and chin, slowly, mole by mole, skin stain by skin stain, freckle by freckle.
You used your hand to gently guide his face to looo sideways, and check your work of art. You were very satisfied, and you couldn't wait to see the result, since he's never dyed his hair before. "It's looking good."
"You look better." He said, voice dropping of an octave.
"Woah," You chuckled and released his chin, putting the red brush back in the messy looking bowl and shaking your head. "That was smooth."
All of a sudden, his hands grabbed your waist a little firmer than usual, making you instinctively look back towards him, only to be shut up from his lips on yours.
You let go, enjoying your time with your man, since you two don't always kiss for a long time or make out, that was kind of secondary. Mac treasured different types of quality time. But rarely... you two also shared your little heated moments.
Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck, careful not to mess up with the dye on the back of his upper neck, even though, while you kissed, you always adored touching his hair (and he did too). Max's hands slid down to your hips and brought them closer to his own, seeking closeness and contact.
Your silk pajamas, being brushed from his gentle yet bold hands, internally making contact to your skin, had this kind of effect that made your spine shiver.
The kisses got bolder, and with bolder, it meant him towering over your figure and forcing you to lean back against the mirror, as you both started letting out little, clumsy yet incredibly hot sounds against eachother's mouth.Also, tongue wasn't absent at all.
"Mmm... Maxie," You murmured breathlessly, your voice rough and uneven from the kissing. He pulled away just an inch and opened his eyes, staring into yours deeply.
"Yeah?"
You smiled and held his shoulders with your hands, ignoring what just happened but mentally replaying it for the tenth time. "Just let me finish, after that, we can do whatever you want."
The hint of a little smirk became clearly visible, before he hugged you tightly and buried his face into the nape of your neck.
Days later, during his stream, he'd proudly show his fans his new look, making everyone freak out and love it.
"See this? A new era, guys, new 3FS. I didn't even go to the hair salon for this. It's literally home made."
From my future wife, he'd think.
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