#max sugar

[howhow326]

If there is a single good thing about Derision, it's that we won't get any more salt fics where Kim (& Nino) are "Marinette's only allies at school" and Max (& Alya) are Lila's attack dogs.

[tooblindtizzy]

dirty crack house season

[rollingirlmp3]

uncovered this sam and max fanart by the creator of nyan neko sugar girls and i feel like a great archaeologist

[embrosegraves]

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

Max Verstappen x Reader  Max just wants to show his love for you 

A pre-graduation gift!

Part 1 of a very fluffy 2 part Fic. I've decided to put all of my Sugar Daddy fics (because there will be more) into their own universe. I dub thee, The Sugar -verse!

Max was a man of his word. This meant that if he said he was going to do something, he would do it. Even if he said he would leave you alone to study. Of course he would pout a bit but he would leave you to do your thing. Most of all it meant that he absolutely would NOT change his mind after he utters the words “I’m going to…” when it came to spoiling you. 

In order to avoid the wrath he was sure to incur from you, he would often say it under his breath or he would think them so as to avoid you hearing them. Because Lord knows what you would make him promise  if you heard the things he was to purchase for you. In his opinion the laptop was nowhere near expensive enough. It made you happy though so he didn’t complain. Too much. 

Now however, Max didn’t see the problem in spending as much as he could on you. You were graduating with your degree after years and years of hard work. You deserved to be given whatever it was you wanted to have. And despite what you said, Max was very aware of his spending habits. Which is why when there was only a month until your graduation, he bought extra cabinets and shoe racks for him to build. 

Closer and closer the date crept up until it was the day before you graduated. Max had made sure that when you came home in the evening, there was a hot bath ready for you to soak in, a glass of your favourite wine and a plate of your favourite dinner meal ready on the bath tray. He was prepared to dote on you for however long you let him. Before you went to bed that night, Max decided that it wouldn’t hurt to give you at least one gift now. 

“Schat, I have something to give you.” 

You turned around in his arms so you could look at him properly. Times like this, when you would just be surrounded by him in comfort, were always your favourite thing. You would probably trade all the money in the world if it meant you could keep Max for yourself. Max wouldn’t make the same trade because that would mean that he couldn’t spend anything on you like he thought you deserved. 

“I’ve already been given so much tonight, My Love.” 

Max frowned a little when you spoke. He hadn’t given you anything yet. What did you mean you had been given so much? Seeing Max’s confusion you elaborated a little. 

“I’ve been given an entire evening to spend around you. I’ve been given all my favourite things and now I get to just lay here with you, which I think is the greatest gift of them all.” 

Max was thankful that most of the lights had been turned off. He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder, giving you a light kiss. 

“I want to give you something you can wear tomorrow.” 

“Max.” Your voice was stern. 

“It’s something small, don’t worry.” 

“Just because it’s small doesn’t mean it wasn’t expensive, Max. What did you buy?” 

“A necklace.” Came Max’s muffled reply. He had been placing soft kisses to your skin the whole time. 

You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling before you gently grabbed his face and moved it to look at you. Protests of “I wasn’t finished kissing” fell through Max’s mouth as you did. 

“Can you justify it?” You asked. Max looked like a pouting child, but he nodded. 

“I bought it because you’re graduating tomorrow and it’s a simple one so you can wear it every day and not just at fancy places.” It was a simple justification, but dammit he was right. You playfully scoffed but allowed him to get the necklace so he could give it to you. You felt an indescribable amount of love when you saw him get up with a big grin on his face. 

When he gave you the box for it, he sat in front of you like a kid waiting to show their parents a drawing they were proud of. Opening the box, you gasped and covered your mouth. The necklace was beautiful. A dainty gold chain with Max’s initial and your birthstone. 

“Max, this is beautiful.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You could hardly speak. It was simple, like he had said, but it was easily one of the most gorgeous things you had. 

“Will you wear it tomorrow?” Max seemed almost nervous as he asked you to wear his initial around your neck. 

In response you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, tears welling up in your eyes. His arms circled around your waist in reflex to keep you steady. 

“I’m never taking it off.” You breathed near his ear. A few moments later you detached yourself and held the necklace towards him. 

“Put it on for me?”

Neither of your smiles left your faces, even as you eventually succumbed to sleep.

The necklace looks similar to these necklaces I saw on facebook lmao

[goobergoobertin]

Total Antagonists!

Team The treacherous toucans

-Mal

-Duncan

-Max

-Scarlett

-Heather

-Scott

Team The raging bees

-Alejandro

-Lightning

-Courtney

-Amy

-Sugar

-Jo

[thediamond637]

Paragon Diamond V3

Fusion remakes 2023

[delightfully-deranged-dagur]

Pahkitew Island but good.

I spend an hour on this.

[dawningfairytale]

"do you think i care that you buried and left me, defiled my body?" uh yeah max, i do. especially considering you were going to kill steph in your revenge, who is neither nerdy nor a prude. the only way you want to be "defiled" is by sex. respect.

[mushybar]

hell yeah look at my son

[popstart]

tdpi characters as dog breeds

Amy + Sammy: Grand Basset Griffon Vendéen

Beardo: Bergamasco Sheepdog

Dave: Cesky Terrier

Ella: Bichon Frise

Jasmine: Mudi

Leonard: Lagotto Romagnolo

Max: Bullmastiff

Rodney: Shetland Sheepdog

Scarlett: Irish Red and White Setter

Shawn: Havanese

Sky: Canadian Inuit Dog

Sugar: Pomeranian

Topher: Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog

[kennahjune]

My favorite occupations for Steddie fics

Steve- baker, teacher, guidance counselor, artist, musician/singer, florist (cannot get over florist Steve), NANNY/BABYSITTER STEVE

Eddie- tattoo artist, singer/musician, celebrity (does that count?), mechanic (I LOVE MECHANIC EDDIE), WRITER EDDIE

And I love mixing them so randomly.

Bitchy Florist Steve who has a “rivalry” with Asshole Mechanic Eddie next door because he plays his music obnoxiously loud? Absolutely.

Sweetheart Baker Steve who listens to all types of music while working to “get in the zone” listens to Corroded Coffin for the first time and is absolutely enamored by Lead Singer Eddie?? Sign me the fuck up.

Badass Guidance Counselor Steve who helps Tattoo Artist Eddie’s little sister Max and Eddie falls ass over tea kettle because “Jesus H Christ Max that’s your /guidance counselor/?”? HELL YEAH.

Musician Eddie who finds most of his inspiration from these beautiful art pieces he sees online that are made by Under-appreciated Artist Steve?? I’m already working on it!!

Celebrity Eddie who needs to find someone to watch his kid (Max) and Absolutely Amazing Babysitter Steve bringing his own kids (Dustin and Mike) along to play with Max and Eddie being floored by this stunning man who is so good with kids????? Would you believe me if I said I was working on it?

I just really like mixing and matching odd occupations.

[howhow326]

NINO SALT FIC MASTER LIST

(Warning: If you like Nino, you will not like these fics. If you hate Alya, you definitely won't like these fics and also you should think about your life choices lol)

Break My Soul

Nino salt levels: Hypertension

Side: Marinette/Max sugar, mild Adrien salt, high Lila/Chloe/Kim/Sabrina salt, Madame Bustier is a b*tch

Ao3 Link

Alien Superstar

Nino salt levels: Fresh water

Overpowerd Gary Sue oc, most of the above, mild Adrien sugar, Madame Bustier is a b*tch

Ao3 Link

Funk Up The Night

Nino salt levels: Brine water

Felix Salt, most of the above, high Adrien sugar, Oceanic levels of Lila salt, Madame purple hair is a b*tch

Ao3 Link

Ring The Alarm

Nino salt levels: Salt water

Most of the above, Madame Bustier is JK R*wl*ng

Ao3 Link

Salt Prompts

What if Rocketear had consequences

Nino salt levels: Hypertension

Illusion

Nino salt levels: Brine water

[fraudulent-cheese]

Hey guys! Pahkitew Island Fandom Opinion Survey!

Since im planning on making a video on Pahkitew Island for it's tenth anniversary, i wanted to make a Survey compiling the Fandom's opinion on the Season!

Feel free to spread the link around, especially on platforms im not on: Tik Tok, Reddit, Deviantart, hell even the Wiki itself!

Im really trying my best with this, so feedback is appreciated!

[wh0reforoldmen]

Take me out

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Max Burnett x fem!Reader

Warnings: L bombs, mentions of smut, mentions of switch!Max

Word count: 1.87k

summary: Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

You fixed your makeup and sighed, checking yourself in the mirror. 

You smoothed down the skirt of your dress; it hugged all your curves and creases on your body. You swear Max likes to show you off to everyone, telling them how lucky he is to have you. 

The dark red fabric was soft to the touch; it had a slit up your leg to your mid-thigh, showing off your left leg, it had lace sleeves with a delicate pattern of floral designs, while the fabric stopped at just the top of your breasts, the lace curved around your collarbone to form the sleeves. The strappy black heels looked pretty cute with them too. And to complete the look, a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a black gem necklace sat at the curve of your breasts.

You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times before grabbing the matching dark red purse and waiting for that text. 

You didn’t have to wait long for your phone to ping and a message from Max saying that he was outside. You checked one last time that you looked perfect before stepping out of your apartment and downstairs, Max already waiting for you by the doors. 

Of course, he was wearing black; it was his best colour to wear and it suits him well. You walk out of the complex; his head spins around, and he smiles at you, his eyes looking at you up and down. 

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, holding out his hand to you. 

He didn’t look bad himself; the black blazer and dress pants with the white shirt with the first two or three buttons undone really suits him. His hair was also slicked back; a few stubborn strands were loose, but you loved it either way. 

You took his hand with a smile "You don’t look too bad for yourself, Max,"

He helped you into his car and got in before driving off. The restaurant you were going to is unknown to you; he likes to keep it that way with all your dates with him. You don’t mind it, but sometimes you'd like to know where you’re going. 

The car ride was quiet, the radio filling that silence between you two. You looked over at him and just... looked at his sharp jawline, his thin black hair, and God, you loved his eyes too. The bright blue that looked at you with such softness but to others with such anger, you could get lost in them for hours. For his age, he was a fucking handsome devil, aged like a fine wine if you say so yourself. 

He glanced over at you, catching you red-handed staring at him, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Got something on your mind, Princess?" He asked, turning his head with a cheeky grin. 

Your face went up in flames, and you quickly looked away, looking in front of you and saying, "Just wondering where we’re going." You quickly replied, sucking your bottom lip in and rolling it between your teeth, hoping he’d fall for it. Who are you kidding? It’s Max! The God of deceit.

“Sure, princess,” he hummed. “Do you remember what we agreed on? I’m just here to spoil you,”

It sounded right at the time. Yes, you did find him attractive when you first met and made that agreement, but things change! You’ve spent more and more time with Max, and you’ve fallen head over heels for him. 

“Yes, I do remember,” You say with a roll of your eyes, you hate that he has rules; yeah, it’s understandable, but some of them are just... bizarre. But it’s his line of work that makes them bizarre, so none of you can do anything about it. 

“So you know I’m off limits,” he reminded you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You held your breath as you looked down at his hand; his hands were rough in comparison to your soft skin, but damn, his hands were huge, and the veins connecting his hand to his fingers were... shit.

“Yes, I know,” you nodded, holding back a whimper as his hand gently rubbed your skin. 

“Good girl,” He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel, that smug grin plastered on his face. 

That smug bastard. 

Finally, you go to the restaurant, and it’s somewhere you’ve never been and could never afford if you never had Max. 

He helped you out and walked in with you, his arm around your waist with his hand on your hip. You walked through the glass doors and held in your gasp—it was so... luxurious. The chandelier had to be made of real diamonds! The floor was a hard white marble with a golden shimmer, and the tables were all arranged so that no one would bump into them. The waiter elegantly led you both to a table in the middle of the room. 

You both sat down while he gave you the menus and walked off, giving you time to pick out your drink and meal. The tables were dark oak, and the groves were incredibly detailed. You looked up at Max, and he smiled at you and said, “Guess you like it?"

It wasn’t exactly a question but you nodded anyway “it’s amazing Max, thank you,” 

You both had a great time at the restaurant, just talking to each other about anything but work and stress; this was just something to get you both to relax a bit. You easily spent two or three hours in there, talking and eating, and this is what it’s usually like with Max. 

Sometimes you don't see him for weeks at a time, but when he does come back. Fuck,  he spoils you rotten. You get treated like a queen. 

He has you closer to him as you both walk out of the restaurant and to the car, his arm around your hip and his hand laced around yours, fingers lacing together. It felt good, strange but good!   

“Remember what I said earlier in the car?” Max began, “When I said that I was off limits,” you looked up at him with a confused look but nodded. Why was he burning this up again? It was just a reminder that you couldn't have him. You can’t. 

“Yes, I remember, why?” You asked, your hand gently squeezing his as you approached his car. 

He hesitated. 

Max was hesitant to speak? 

Since you’ve known Max for almost a year, he’s never been hesitant to speak, not even in bed when you’re ordering him to speak. He just doesn't. 

“Well, I was thinking that we can ignore that one rule; I know I made it up, but fuck. Look at you, how could I not fall for you?” He said this while looking down at you and coming to a halt.

You could feel your heart pounding with each word he said; he wants to break the rule and... get together? Fuck, this was like a dream come true. A smile came to your lips as you looked up at him. “This isn’t one of your tricks now, is it, Max?” You inquire, your hands approaching his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. 

His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and he shook his head. “I promise, it’s not.” He said, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you closer “Kiss me,”

You didn’t deny his request; you pulled him in, your soft lips collided with his slightly chapped ones. He lets you be in control of the kiss, his hands only sliding down to your ass and gently squeezing the soft mounds before moving back up to the small of your back. You both pulled away for air and looked into each other's eyes, a smile coming to his lips. “I love you, princess.” He confessed, making your heart flutter. 

“I love you too, Max.” You smile, using your thumb to wipe the saliva off his bottom, swollen, pink lip. 

“Let's go home, yeah?" You smirked “Show you how much I really love you,” 

He chuckled and landed a hard smack on your ass. “Let's see who wins first,” he said, leading you to the car and getting in with you.

[embrosegraves]

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤

Max Verstappen x Reader  Max just wants to spoil you on your special day  Being so surprised to the point of malfunction

The long awaited Part 2 of A Necklace!

The morning had arrived and Max was, as usual, the first one awake. Today was your day. The day you graduated from that god forsaken university that kept you from Max's side far too often.  If only you had the ability to just download the information you needed to do your degree. However despite the long weeks you spent apart from each other, Max was incredibly proud of you for completing your courses and finishing school. So proud that he had asked Charles and Daniel to set up a surprise he had organised for you. 

Getting up from the bed (and tucking you back in to let you rest some more), Max made his way to the kitchen to start making breakfast for you. It wouldn't be anything extravagant. Everyone knew that to be a Formula One driver, you couldn't be a 5 star chef. Max was always thankful that you didn't like your food to be very fancy because it meant that he could still impress you with his meagre cooking abilities. While waiting for the toast to finish, Max decided that he would make you a nice coffee in your favourite mug. He knew that you kept your favourite coffee sachets in the back of the cupboard. You only ever used them on special occasions because they were only available during a specific time of the year and you didn't want to run out. In Max's opinion, graduating from school was a very special occasion so he grabbed a sachet and got to work. 

One special coffee later, Max had plated up your breakfast and was making his way back to your shared bedroom. He mentally thanked himself for leaving the door slightly open so he could just push it open and walk to the bed. Gently placing the coffee on your bedside table, he used his now free hand to gently wake you up. He carefully moved your hair away from your face and knelt by your side of the bed to give you a soft kiss on your lips. 

Stirring from your sleep, you were greeted by a lovesick smile on your boyfriend's face. It took a minute for your body to catch up with your mind but soon you were also smiling and giving him a kiss. 

“Goedemorgen Schat. I made you some breakfast.” You kissed him again. 

“Dank je Liefde.” Helping you sit up, Max gave you the plate of toast, scrambled eggs and fruits and sat down on the bed in front of you. 

“After you eat we should get ready to go. I don't want you to be late for your ceremony.” Max said as his eyes gravitated towards the necklace he had given you the night prior. He loved how the morning light that crept through the curtains made the gemstone glow against your skin. 

“It's not just a ceremony for me, y'know.” You said as you grabbed your phone to check the time. “And it's only 7:30, My Love. The ceremony isn't until 11:45. We've got plenty of time to get ready and get there.” 

“I know but I want to take you somewhere before that.”

Now you were curious. You knew he wouldn't tell you where he was going to take you so you agreed to get ready after breakfast and just ‘go with the flow'. You made sure that you complimented Max's cooking as you ate and you thanked him profusely for making one of your special coffees. He waved you off with a comment about how you deserved a lot more than just a plain breakfast and some coffee but he was happy that you enjoyed it. 

After you ate, Max took your dishes and went to clean them while you showered and started to get dressed for the day. You had washed your hair the day before to have perfect ‘Day 2 Hair' so you skipped the shampoo and conditioner and went straight to the body wash and exfoliating scrub. 

Stepping out of the shower, you dried yourself off and put on your silk Peter Alexander bathrobe before you began your skin care. A short list of lotions and serums later, you were ready to put on the dress you had chosen for the day. It was a lovely dress that could be worn at both a fancy event and a casual picnic. You don't even remember where you got it, just that Max had given you his credit card to go shopping on your birthday because he ‘couldn’t mess up your presents if you were the one buying them'. Nevermind the fact that your birthday hadn't been for another month. 

Walking out of the bathroom you grabbed your jewellery and put it all on before grabbing your heels and taking them with you to the living room. Upon entering you could see Max had changed into a nice suit (with no bowtie thank goodness) while you were getting ready in the bathroom. He looked up from his spot on the couch and smiled at you. To him you always looked absolutely gorgeous, but right now he thought you looked down right heavenly. He couldn't believe sometimes that he had managed to get you to agree to date him. He always thought that you were too good for him, but he would spend the rest of his life thanking whatever higher being there was for allowing him to have you. 

“You look incredible, Schat.” He stood up from the couch and grabbed your shoes before kneeling and helping you put them on. This was his favourite part about getting ready. He wanted to  always make sure that you never struggled for even a moment, and if that meant kneeling before you like a disciple at the temple of his Goddess then so be it. He would spend his lifetime on his knees for you if you asked. 

“I haven't even done my hair Max.” you chuckled. It didn't matter how put together or how undone you were, Max would always say you looked amazing. 

“Don't do it. I'm taking you to get it done.” 

Max was not a very patient person on the best days so it was a surprise that he was taking you to get your hair done. It meant that he would have to wait at least an hour and a half before he could take you to the ceremony. To Max, if it meant you felt pretty (he knew that just because you looked pretty didn't always mean you felt pretty) it would be worth waiting. Grabbing his keys he started to lead you out of the apartment and to the car so you could head over to the salon. 

He would never admit it, but Max was a little stressed. He had never tried to pull something like this off before. He just wanted for everything to be perfect. He had spent so long thinking about every reason he could for buying the things he had stored at Daniel's apartment. 

You got to Pascale’s salon and spent around an hour there sitting in the chair and letting the older woman style your hair for your big day. Throughout the whole process you noticed that Max would fidget occasionally and you noticed that he was constantly checking his phone and texting someone. 

“Is alles goed Lief?" you asked. “We shouldn’t be too much longer, I promise.” 

Max smiled at you and assured that everything was perfect. “Christian was asking when we’re able to get to the factory, that’s all.” 

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Well, unless you have plans we could go later in the week. If he’s asking then it’s probably for something important.” 

All too soon, Pascale had finished with your hair. When you asked how much you owed her for the service, she waved you off and said that it had been paid for in advance so you had nothing to worry about. Giving her a hug, you thanked her again and then you were on your way to the venue for the ceremony. 

The ceremony itself was pretty straight forward. Your headmaster had given a speech and so did your deputy head and your professor. Soon it was time for the graduates to be called up to receive their degrees and diplomas. When your name was called your smile grew even more than it already was. You could hear your friends cheering for you and your accomplishments, though none cheered as loud as Max. Being handed your degree you paused for the photographer to take a picture of you with the three speech givers on stage and then you made your way back to your seat. 

The whole drive back to your apartment, Max couldn’t stop gushing about how well you did and just how much you deserved this. He said that had you not told him that you didn’t want one, he would’ve thrown a party to celebrate the occasion. 

Pulling up to the apartment, Max insisted that you walked in front of him. You thought it was a bit weird, but didn’t think too much of it. In all honesty, you just wanted to get inside, make a hot drink and start packing for Milton Keynes. Walking ahead of Max meant that you didn’t see him opening the mailbox and grabbing his key. 

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only stepping inside once you knew Max was right behind you. Everything looked the exact same as when you left this morning. That is, until you walked into the living room. 

Displayed rather nicely on your coffee table, was an abundance of boxes and bags from different luxury brands. There were boxes from YSL, Prada, Valentino, Chanel, Dior. It looked like Max had bought something from every luxury brand in Monaco. There were so many things you couldn’t see the surface of your coffee table at all!

“Mmax?” You were speechless. You weren’t sure how to react to everything you see. 

MAx took your hand and gently led you to sit down on the couch. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead he took your shoes off as gently as he could. When he did sit down next to you, he faced his body towards yours and held both of your hands.

“Can I tell you why I got them?” Max asked you. If you weren’t short circuiting, you would’ve been able to hear the nerves as Max spoke. All you could do is nod your head. Your eyes still hadn’t left the pile in front of you. 

Letting go of one of your hands, Max reached over and grabbed a little Chanel bag. Grabbing a box from inside it, he opened it to show you a pair of square sunglasses. 

“I got these because you’ve never had a pair of proper sunglasses. So now you don’t have to squint or hold your hand over your eyes anymore.” He put them back. 

This time he grabbed a Jacquemus box. He opened it and showed you a mini bag. 

“I got this one so you can use it when you go out with your friends. It's small and doesn’t get in the way and I already checked that it can hold all your important stuff.” He put it back. 

Max let go of your hands completely. He grabbed two things this time. A YSL bag and a Dior box. Standing up, he gently put the box where he just was before he opened the YSL bag. He took the dress out and held it up so you could see it. 

“I got this dress because I always see cottage dresses on your Pinterest. This is the closest I could get but I figured it would also be nice for a team barbeque at Christian’s.” 

With as much care as he could, Max folded the dress and put it back in the bag as best he could. Swapping the bag for the Dior box. Instead of standing, he started kneeling in front of you. Opening the box, he pulled out another handbag. 

“I got this one to match with the dress. I thought it looked pretty and I know you like butterflies and stars. This one also holds the stuff you need everyday.” He put the bag down on the couch and took both of your hands again. 

“Liefde, I could go through and tell you a reason for every single one of these gifts but the truth is, I got them all because I love you. And I know you don’t like me spending so much on you, but of everyone I have ever met, you deserve it the most. I don’t want to know what my life would’ve been like without you. I love you so much that not even these gifts can possibly tell you how much. I will spend the rest of my life trying to show even a fraction of that love.” 

Max helped you stand up before he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. He cradled you against him. 

“You mean the absolute world to me, Mijn Liefde.”

I made myself jealous writing this wtf I also spent way too long on these websites looking for things to use for the fic lmao

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this part two! Don't be too mad at me for how long it took <3

As usual, likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated

MUAH <3

[sweetcurreh]

Obsessed with the show! Did a little doodlin for it!