#Maxie’s big brown eyes

[sexynetra]

MAXIANNA DIVORCE ARC OVER DROUGHT ENDED WE WONNNNN

[cakepoppresent]

One thing about me is I'ma ALWAYS make a cute bottom.

[fourmula1]

and another, because i'm a greedy bitch (and obsessed)

but like, obviously i'm here to say FIGURING IT OUT MAXIEL AND THEIR FIRST TIME ACTUALLY FUCKING?

winter warmers day 19: holiday magic

max/daniel. 888 words. 'figuring it out' universe.

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Max really had spent hours researching.

He wanted to be the best at sex with Daniel and that required countless time googling in a private browser window on his phone to learn all he could.

He’d never had the sort of sex that required preparations and he wanted to know everything, to ensure it was good for Daniel. This, of course, translated to showing Daniel all the things he’d read about prepping his body and using lots of lube and fingers and taking all the time needed to make sure Daniel was relaxed and okay and ready for them to have sex.

Max was pretty sure he’d never seen Daniel blush as much as he had the night he insisted they go over everything he’d learned.

But. He must have taken Max’s advice because Max found himself in Daniel’s bed, naked and rather in awe of the adaptability of the human body.

He’d done what all the websites he’d read told him to do. Lots of going slow and taking his time to get Daniel to relax. A slow, lazy blow job. Lube-slick fingers gently, curiously, carefully rubbing over Daniel’s hole to warm him up before spending ages working Daniel up to one finger, two, three.

When Daniel breathily moaned that he was ready Max eased his fingers out and got up to his knees between Daniel’s spread legs. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight; Daniel flushed and sweaty, unruly curls and big beautiful brown eyes.

This was it.

He’d done the research. He’d got the special lube. They’d worked up to this slowly and carefully, checking in that they both still wanted it, and now the moment was here and Max felt suddenly nervous.

Max moved forward to lay his body down against Daniel, pressed against him and gently bumping his nose against Daniel’s jaw, closing his eyes for a moment.

“You’re really sure?” He all but whispered, shuddering a little as Daniel’s hand slid up his spine to rest at the base of his neck.

“Really sure,” Daniel said, just as quietly. Max was sure Daniel could probably feel Max’s heart pounding against his chest. It felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, about to take a leap that would really change him forever. There would be the Max who had never had sex with Daniel, and then the Max who had. He was fairly sure his life, and heart, would never be the same.

“Okay,” Max nodded, shifting his body to rest up on his elbow, still pressed close as he slid his other hand down between their bodies to take his dick in hand and gently, so slowly, guide himself forward to press into the sweet, perfect heat of Daniel’s body.

He pressed a kiss to Daniel’s jaw when Daniel’s breath hitched as Max pressed his dick inside. He went slow, careful, gentle, not wanting to hurt Daniel. But Daniel didn’t stop him, and Max kept easing forward until his hips were pressed right up against Daniel’s thighs.

“Oh fuck, Maxy,” Daniel gasped, and Max kissed his skin again, trailing his lips up to Daniel’s mouth to kiss him properly.

It was a lot.

Daniel was hot and tight and perfect, and gently rocking his hips down against Max as he adjusted to the sensation. It was perhaps the hottest moment of Max’s life and he wanted to hold onto this forever.

When he finally found the fortitude to actually move and rock back only to push forward into Daniel’s body again he shuddered at the way Daniel hitched his leg up around Max’s hip and clung to him, his big hands sprawled over Max’s back and pulling him in again.

Max wanted to watch him. Wanted to witness how Daniel looked getting fucked for the first time. Wanted to memorize every single expression. He pulled back a bit to look down at him, heart lurching in his chest when he saw Daniel. Smiling.

Big, beautiful, bright, perfect smile shining up at him as Max grinded in deeper, finding a rhythm and settling in to making them both feel good.

“You feel so fucking good,” Daniel panted, smile melting into pleasure as his eyes fell closed, jaw dropping in a moan.

“I’m gonna come,” Max said, so immediately overwhelmed with Daniel’s words as he thrust into him.

“Do it,” Daniel urged, grinding his hips back with each of Max’s thrusts.

It was perfect. Max understood what it meant, suddenly, to feel that sex with someone could be special.

It was but a moment later that Max came, tumbling over the edge and grinding in deep and hard and pressing his whole body against and into Daniel’s, shuddering as he panted against Daniel’s neck. It was overwhelming. Deeply satisfying. Intensely perfect.

He took a moment to gather himself. He’d read that mostly people don’t come from getting fucked, and that a good top always makes sure his bottom gets to come, too.

Max wants to be a good top.

After, when Daniel has come in his mouth, and they’re both sweaty and spent, Max sprawls out in bed next to Daniel and watches him. He’s perfect.

A few months ago Max hadn’t even considered he might be attracted to a man. Daniel.

Now he can’t imagine being attracted to anyone else.

[tvgals]

⛤ MHA BOYS AND THEIR EARTHY GF !

ft.- kirishima, bakugo, deku, rody (i will never get over him), and todoroki <3

cw- black reader! fem bodied! reader - enjoy <3

⛤ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

ejirou looks at you in awe. how can someone look so…beautiful? you can only giggle. “baby, whatcha lookin’ at?” you ask, smiling. “just the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen..” he coos, watching you put in your bamboo hoop earrings, your bracelets clacking with each movement..

“you’re so mushy, eiji’.” you chuckle, standing up from your desk to look for a slate green headscarf you’d previously thrown somewhere. “how can i not be when i have the most perfect girl in the world?” he gushes, a toothy grin in his face, hand on his cheek, pushing the top of it to his eyes. you grab your scarf off of the floor and you take the xl hairtie from around your wrist and pull your soft locs into a ponytail, then you wrap the scarf around, the knot in the front. “you’re like magic. all the stuff you’re able to do is incredible..”

⛤ KATSUKI BAKUGO

“orange. wear orange today please.” katsuki mutters from your bed. you’re currently walking all over the room, your incense in hand. “why orange kats?” you inquire, stubbing out in incense into your brown ashtray. “because..ya’ look good in orange.”

“maybe i will. might even wear the stack of necklaces you bought me the other day.” you reply, stacking your rings atop of one another before plopping in the bed next to katsuki. “don’t mess up y’ makeup…looks really nice today.” the blonde says, a sparkling being oh so faint in his pretty crimson eyes. “thank you babe.” you grin — leaning over to kiss his cheek.

⛤ RODY SOUL

“hi princess, whatcha doin?” rody drawls, walking into your poster filled room. “my makeup. what’s up?” you look up at him, big doe eyes filled with love.

“went to the thrift today. i know how you said it was better than shopping online and stuff. so i went there.” he says, holding out a bag that’s almost half the size of him.. “really? you didn’t have to get all of this! how much did it cost?” you almost immediately drop your lip liner when you see the bag filled with maxi skirts and tote bags and crop tops. “just $48 and some change. can’t wait for you to try it on sweets.”

⛤ IZUKU MIDORYIA

“love? where’re you?” your emerald haired boyfriend shouts from the living room. for a second, he sits in silence, the faint noise of afro beats hitting his ears. you must be reading. izuku kicks his shoes off and walks into you two’s shared bedroom to see you — stomach on the bed with your legs up, mumbling under your breath. “hey.” izuku greets, closing the door behind him.

“oh, hey baby! my bad i couldn’t hear you.” you giggle, pulling izuku onto the bed with you. “you look really pretty from this angle..” izuku admires.

⛤ SHOTO TOODOROKI

“honey, did you see what i posted?” todoroki questions, you know he doesn’t post often, only liking videos and pictures you post and sometimes going live. “what was it baby?” you ask, opening your phone and pressing the instagram icon. you can see the rainbow ring around todorokies profile picture consisting of you and him, you press it and can see the video he posted.

“guys, look at how pretty my girlfriend is. she’s so good at doing makeup.” todoroki admires, practically shoving the phone in your face. “her room is very nice. she says all the crystals and chakras and stuff help us or whatever.”

you smile, hugging todoroki. “i love you sho’” “love you more.”

[33max]

I was thinking about a little fic set when Spyke dies ☹️ so tw pet death. ft the comforting presence of Gianpiero Lambiase

Max isn’t there when Spyke dies. He doesn't actually know that Spyke is sick. His Dad calls him one morning, on New Years Eve, and tells him they have had to have Spyke put down. Jos tells him that Spyke-, his legs had-, that he was was not going to make it.

So Max doesn't get a chance to say goodbye. One minute he’s oblivious, thinking his best pal is probably snuggled up with his little sister, and the next minute his best boy of 11 years is gone.

He blinks.

He blinks.

He can't cry on the phone to Jos. That's not what they do. His Dad will tut at him, tell him Spyke was just a dog. But Spyke wasn't just a dog. He was-

Max’s best friend.

So, he hangs up the phone and lets himself cry.

He looks through pictures of Spyke. Some from a recent trip home, some from when he still lived at home, and others of Spyke as a messy little puppy. Moustache overgrown and ears too big for his body.

Without thinking too much about it, he sends one of the puppy pictures to GP. Along with a broken heart emoji. Because he doesn't have the words, but he needs someone to know that he's- his world isn’t the same anymore.

The message gets marked as read, but instead of the three dots to indicate that GP is replying, Max’s phone starts vibrating in his hand. A call.

Before GP even asks, Max is sobbing down the phone. Hard. Trying to tell GP that he didn’t get to say goodbye. But between the bad connection and the tears, he’s not sure if GP even understands what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry Max, I’m so sorry, I know how much he meant to you.”

“It’s ok to cry.”

And it is ok to cry in front of GP. Because GP has never once told him to grow up, to care less. Never rolled his eyes at Max for being emotional. Always stood with him, listened, and been a comforting presence. And this is no different.

It’s the winter break, so they’re not scheduled to see each other until at least early March.

But it’s 31st December, fucking New Years Eve, and Max is supposed to be going out with his friends tonight. But no. He can’t. Not tonight. Not anymore.

And GP seems to sense that Max might end up spending midnight by himself, alone in Monaco, after losing his best friend. So he says “Hey, Maxy, why don't you come over here? We’re going to play some board games, watch the fireworks, and have a family night. You're family. Join us.”

So Max flys to Milton Keynes, and instead of going to the factory, he gets a cab to GP’s family townhouse.

When GP opens the door he cries a little into GP’s shoulder before wiping his eyes and greeting the rest of the family. They know him well. He’s been coming here since he was freshly eighteen.

And when they sit down that evening GP’s collie, Ella, jumps into Max’s lap. She noses at his hand until he runs his fingers through her fur, and then encourages him to press his head against hers.

“She knows, Max,” GP tells him. “She’s good like that.”

“He was a good boy, Ella,” Max tells her, quietly.

She looks up at him with big brown eyes, before softly bumping her nose against his cheek. I know.

“Thanks for having me, GP,” Max says, “I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t come here.”

“You’re always welcome here, Max.” GP says.

“You’re family!” GP’s little girl yells, it’s past her bedtime and she’s so excited to be staying up with the adults.

“Can I get you a gin and tonic, Max?” GPs wife, Marie, adds. “You’re not driving after all!”

Spyke might not be here. But he feels at home.

maxverstappen1: My little friend is no more… rest in peace Spyke ❤️ 11 years I won’t forget… 😞❤️

[theemporium]

Love your stories btw ♥️, may I request 🐈‍⬛ with alpha leader Max V. x sunshine! human reader mate ( moreover how they met ). She’s walking alone in the woods where she runs into Maxie in his wolf form, she gets a bit afraid since he looks intimidating but starts to pet him and coo at him while Max let’s her because he immediately knew that she is his mate ( he’s enamored yet amuse at how cute she is). All of the sudden, another wolf from his pack comes out of nowhere trying to “protect” Max since you’re human causing them to push you away resulting in you bleeding and being hurt. Max sees that and goes crazy

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It had been a last minute decision to take a hike in the woods.

Between the stress of moving and the fact more boxes kept being left at your doorstep, you were seconds away from losing your mind and immediately needed a break. But you didn’t like the idea of stopping by a nearby restaurant by yourself like some lone wolf. Normally, you wouldn’t care but the idea of judgemental eyes following your every move wasn’t exactly your idea of relaxation. 

And with a massive garden that led out into acres of woodland, it seemed like the perfect choice to take a small hike and get to know the area around you. 

You had been careful to keep note of which path you were taking as you set out, a backpack with essentials and an extra layer in case it got chillier as the sun went down. It was serene, something about being surrounded by nature and being disconnected from city life was an escape you didn’t even realise you needed as you padded through the woods. 

However, an hour into your hike, the last thing you expected to see was any wildlife bigger than the odd bunny running past your legs. Maybe a fox if you were pushing it. 

But certainly not a wolf.

You had been humming away to yourself, basking in the calm and peaceful air around you when you heard a twig snap. Your head snapped up, a soft smile on your face as you expected to see another little bunny. However, your smile quickly fell and you stopped short in your path the moment you saw the large wolf on the other side of the clearing. 

He was big. Far bigger than any dog you had ever seen, though that was much was a given. His fur was a mix between light brown and blonde, though you couldn’t exactly be sure. But his eyes—they were different. They were a striking blue, and you almost felt like they could look right into your soul. You felt stupid for even thinking that, though it didn’t stop you from feeling as much.

You held your hands out hesitantly, the fear striking through your body when you realised the way his eyes were locked on you. You swallowed back the ball at the back of your throat, taking a small hesitant step back. 

Yet, the wolf just tilted his head at you like he was confused. 

You took another step back, and only then did it seem to pick up on the fact you were trying to leave. The second you saw it move towards you, you let out a scream on instinct and raised your arms up to cover yourself.

You waited. You waited to feel the wolf’s claws digging into your skin or his teeth sinking into your flesh. You waited to feel the wrath of a known predator, but instead you felt his snout nosing your legs before he slumped down at your feet.

You stared down at the beast with wide eyes, unsure if you were even living the moment or if it was one of your fever dreams you’d wake up on the couch after in a complete daze. But the wolf let out a small whimper and you found yourself almost smiling down at him.

“Oh,” you murmured as you hesitantly reached out to stroke his fur—almost surprised by how soft it was—only to fully grin when he let out a noise of contentment. “You’re just a friendly big guy, huh?” 

The wolf only rolled onto his back, paws in the air and his tail wagging as you softly rubbed his belly, laughing a little at the way he preened at the touch.

“What a good boy,” you cooed softly as you kneeled down on the floor, the shrubbery beneath you cushioning you as you continued to pet the wolf. “I never knew wolves could be so friendly.”

However, lost in your awe and surprise of the friendly wolf, you had failed to notice a second one slowly approaching you from behind. 

You didn’t feel the pain until a few seconds later, more focused on the fact you were fucking winded from a large wolf tackling you from behind. You lifted yourself off the ground, sitting up as you choked on your own breaths. And when the pain hit you, you raised your hand to your forehead, only to quickly wince when you felt the tender wound and the stickiness of your own blood. 

But your own injuries seemed to be the last thing on your mind when you noticed the friendly wolf standing in front of you, growling and flashing his sharp teeth at the second wolf (who now, in comparison, looked smaller than him). 

You shuffled back, your head spinning as you tried to process the sight in front of you. And then, the most unexpected thing happened. 

Where the friendly wolf stood moments ago, now stood a man. A very naked man. A very pissed off, naked man. 

“Go!” He growled, despite the fact he was a human now and no longer an animal. “Get the fuck out of here before I decide to rip your throat out! Go while you still have a fucking chance of saving your life!” 

The second wolf whined and whimpered, bowing his head in submission. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone, running through the woods he appeared from moments ago. 

You must’ve let out a noise because suddenly the man was turning to face you, uncaring of his current lack of clothes or the fact he was a fucking animal moments ago. His focus was completely on you, with those same blue eyes staring at you with a mix of worry and concern.

He kneeled before you and, if you were sane and normal, you would have scampered onto your feet and ran away by now. But for some reason that was beyond your own understanding, you didn’t feel the need to run away from this man. Not yet, at least. 

His hand reached out to softly push your hair away from your face, only for his lips to turn downwards at the sight of the wound on your forehead. His fingertips trailed across your cheek and down your jaw before he murmured quietly to himself, “my mate.” 

And yet, there was only one thing you seemed to blurt out in response. 

“What the fuck are you?”

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[shorelinessightlines]

- short maxiel truman show au -

Daniel shows up at Max's door with blood on his shirt. He's so polite, always, even now—he's just leaning against the plaster of Max's apartment, knocking sensibly and waiting to be invited in.

Daniel's blood drips out and stains the carpeted hallway floors. Max can see it through the peephole.

"Hey there," Daniel says, cheerful, when Max pulls open the door. "Got any bandaids, Maxy?"

Max says, "Uh-huh," and then drags Daniel inside, slamming the door harder than necessary.

"You are bleeding," Max scolds once Daniel is safely in his apartment, pulling up the hem of Daniel's shirt to look at the wound—the little flesh-y bits at the edges flip up with the momentum, fluttering like fucked-up butterflies. The wound is ugly, the blood flaky and dried in some places but slimy in others. Max feels faint just looking at it. "What happened? Who hurt you?"

He says, 'who," very intentionally, because the thing is sharp like its been cut and Daniel is not stupid enough to slice himself open just to come see Max.

"Maxy," Daniel soothes, putting a hand on his shoulder. As if Max is the one who needs comforting. "I'm fine. Just- just hear me out, okay? Before they turn them back on."

"Turn what back on? You come knocking at my door with blood on your shirt, and you start talking nonsense. Daniel, you are scaring me."

Daniel waves his concerns away like they're nothing. Like he's not staining Max's wood floors red. "The cameras, Maxy, the cameras. Hear me out. Doesn't it ever rain in Chicago?"

Max frowns. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Snow, then. Does it snow?"

"Yes, of course it snows."

Daniel shakes his head, like Max isn't getting it. "How often?"

"Once a year, on Christmas."

"Yeah, that's it. Once a year on Christmas, and it's only ever rained for your grandma's funeral. Maxy, when's the last time you've seen a storm? It's the windy city, right? How come all we've ever felt is a spring breeze?"

Max feels ill. "That is not why they call it the windy city, Daniel, you know this—" he starts, but it doesn't matter. Daniel's already cutting him off.

“Have you ever heard of Plato’s cave?” Max narrows his eyes and wonders if Daniel's pulling his leg; if this is all perhaps some big joke, and Daniel will laugh and say "Gotcha!" like it is all okay and he is not bleeding out in Max's apartment.

“No?” His gaze flicks back down to the gaping wound in Daniel's belly, feeling lost and sick and frustrated. “You are hurt. Let me call you an ambulance.”

Daniel doesn't respond to him—doesn't even look at him. He just paces around and wears a hole in Max's blood-stained floors.

“It’s this thought experiment,” he says, “where you play a character who is born in a cave. You’re tied up; there’s a fire behind you that you can’t see, and shadows of things appear on the walls. You can't leave, so you don’t have access to the outside world—all you know is the cave, and the fire, and the silhouettes of animals on the walls.”

He fixes his gaze on Max, golden-brown eyes boring into him. Daniel's irises flicker blue, for a second, but it's gone so fast that Max wonders if he'd just imagined it. They look like cameras, he thinks, unbidden, and the thought makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Daniel says, “You don’t know any better. To you, the shadows must seem real.”

[csuitebitches]

Guide to Building a Classic Wardrobe

I was asked a long time ago by an anon for a guide to build a wardrobe. This style caters to someone mature, slightly conservative, NOT fashionnova-esque, something that will last a long time in all fashion seasons, provided you look after your items well. I live in a relatively hot climate and the coldest temperature I’ve experienced when living in a place is like 10 degree Celsius, so I will admit that I am not very well versed with living in cold climates for a prolonged period of time (I don’t think a 2 week trip to Switzerland in the summer counts as “cold”).

I have purposely built with keeping neutrals in mind. I’ve learned that its best to first build a neutral coloured wardrobe in mind, then start adding colour to it. You might find this wardrobe boring, but if you work in a corporate environment/ somewhere where you can’t showcase too much colour or creativity/ if you come from a relatively conservative/ high profile-but-not-entertainment /modest culture, you’ll find this useful.

ALWAYS keep an eye on the material of the item you are buying. If you have to buy a sweater and you live in a cold climate, buy cashmere. Yes, it will be expensive, but it will keep you warm and last longer. If you live in a hot climate, invest in tops and dresses made out of pure cotton. Material plays a huge role in the climate you live in.

I do not endorse fast fashion or over-consumerism but I understand that it is affordable. I would therefore recommend you to buy things carefully and with consideration, not just for the sake of the environment but for your wallet. It’s better to buy 1 quality item than 10 horribly made, short-lasting items.

Never mix more than 3 colours in your outfit at a time. That’s something my father taught me, and I recommend you stick to it, especially if you’re new to building a serious wardrobe.

Lastly, do not be enthralled by what influencers buy or wear. I can guarantee you that the clothes they wear on Instagram aren’t even theirs half the time. Don’t fall into the trap of micro trends.

(Pictures for this post have been sourced from Pinterest).

Underwear

Nude bra + thong/ undie

Black bra + thong/ undie

White bra + thong/ undie

Strapless bra (black)

Strapless bra (nude)

2 sexy bra sets (optional, I have these in red, pink, blue)

Nipple pads

Tops

White silk cami

Black silk cami

White plain tee

Black plain tee

White tank

Black tank

Beige tank (or whatever suits your complexion - brown/ nude)

White shirt

Black shirt (satin/ silk)

Blue shirt

Pants

Navy blue trousers

Wine/ red high waisted trousers

White trousers

Beige trousers

Black trousers

Straight leg jeans (blue)

Another pair of jeans (not ripped, blue)

White jeans, straight leg/ mom cut

Skirts

White

Black

Red

Beige (a checked print, like Burberry)

2 maxi skirts

1 pencil skirt in black (work appropriate)

Shorts

Denim (not distressed)

Tailored white shorts

Tailored blue shorts

Tailored black shorts

Formal attire

1 maxi dress - red/ black/ a neutral colour

White/ black vest and trouser set

Everyday dresses

Knit dress in black/ cream/ brown (long)

2 summer dresses, short

White peasant dress

Outer wear

Leather jacket in black/ brown

1 cardigan in black/ white

A shawl/ silk scarf

Denim jacket

Long trench coat in camel/ brown/ beige

Blazer in white/ navy blue/ black

Sweater in black/ white/ red

Shoes

Black/ white/ brown leather boots

White/ silver heels

Black heels

Gold heels

Mules in black

Home slippers

Running shoes

White sneakers

Accessories

1 brown/ black leather bag

1 tote bag

1 clutch for parties

Hair clips

Tights/ leggings - sheer and opaque in black

Socks

Jewellery

Diamond studs

Everyday pendant

2-3 simple bracelets/ bangles in silver/ gold

Signet rings in gold

Chunky hoops

Devices

Hair straightener

Hairdryer/ Blow brush (i prefer the blow dry brush)

30 mm curling wand (for long, big curls)

[scream4ash]

first.

max fox x gp! reader.

warnings: smut 18+; r has a cock; unprotected sex; bossy max; praise kink?

a/n: max just seems bossy, idk.

mdni.

summary: you and max have your first time.

smut under the cut.

why don’t any max gifs exist?

you feel your cock strain against your jeans, your eyes darkening just a little. you pull max in for a kiss, full of love. you were always sweet to her, cherishing her just as she deserves.

“y/n, what are you doing? i told you to stay still.” you heard her mumble against your lips, nonetheless she returned the kiss though, her hands threading through your hair.

“i’m ready, max..” you say pulling away, eyebrows knitted together. you looked into those pretty brown eyes of hers, searching them for any sign of her wanting to stop. “only if you are, of course..” you say quickly, not wanting to scare her off, or make her feel pressured.

“are you sure?” she said softly, nothing but love evident in her tone. her forehead rested against yours, her soft breaths hitting your lips.

“i’m sure, maxie. i’m ready.” you said softly, hands moving to cup her face.

she kissed you with a newfound passion, her hands tugging your hair. you had had heated makeout sessions before, but never like this, never like what was to come next. she bit your lip softly, allowing a soft whine to slip past your lips. she took that as an invitation to slip her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

you pulled away, kissing the skin along her neck. leaving soft love bites and hickeys to form. you hear her breath hitch, soft pants passing her lips. “does that feel good, babe?” you mutter with a cocky smile, looking up at her. your hands move to grip her waist, pulling her hips to roll against yours.

you hear her moan softly, feeling your bulge. you let out a muffled whimper, hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “can i take it off?” you say quietly, stopping for a moment. your eyes search hers for any hints of being uncomfortable. she nods, watching you intently.

“i need words, max.” you stay in a playful, stern tone.

“yes, god yes. just fucking take it off.”

you lift her shirt above her head, your breath hitching in your throat. she had a black lacy bra, her nipples poking through just a tiny bit. “fuck.. you’re so pretty..” you unclip her bra, immediately going to wrap your lips around her nipple. you hear her gasp, hands tangling in your hair.

“yeah, just like that.. that feels good..” she manages to say through breathy moans. “i need you inside of me..”

you whine at the neediness in her tone, feeling her hump against your bulge. “fuck.. please..” her hands tug your shirt over your head, then undoing your belt. you take your belt off, unbuttoning your jeans. she takes your pants off, palming you through your boxers.

“jesus, you’re huge..” she said eyeing the bulge in your pants. “biggest i’ve ever had..”

you moan at the praise, feeling her palm your leaking cock. “maxie, please..” she drags your boxers down your legs, your throbbing cock standing proud against your stomach. you watch her take her shorts and panties off in one go, straddling you again.

“think you can handle me, y/n?” she gripped your cock, stroking slowly. her other hand fondles your balls, trying to find out what you liked. her hand comes to the head of your cock, her thumb brushing it gently. she smiles hearing the loud moan that comes from your mouth.

she watches your face intently, her soaking cunt hovering right over your cock. she rubs your cock head against her waiting hole, collecting her wetness.

“max, c’mon.. jus’ give it to me..”

she sinks down, a long moan leaving her lips. “fuck, you’re so big baby.. filling me up so well.” she bounces on your cock, watching your face twist into pleasure. your hands grip her hips tighter, in attempt to guide her, any form of control really. she didnt let that happen though, pinning your hands above your head.

“just enjoy it, y/n. all you gotta do is sit there and look pretty, hm?”

her voice was like honey, the most melodic moans falling from her pretty pink lips. a whine escapes your lips, your eyes wide, a silent plea for more. she rolls her hips, her hands dropping to your shoulders to support herself as she rode you.

“maxie.. you’re so tight.” you felt your cock twitch, a soft moan slipping past your lips.

“gonna cum for me? i want you to fill me up, baby. c’mon.”

you felt her pussy tighten around your cock, your hand moving to play with her clit. rubbing soft circles with your thumb. you feel her breathing falters against your neck as she whispers soft praises. “you’re doing so good. you’re gonna make me cum. wanna cum with me?”

you nod, fucking up into her, anything to make her feel good. to feel her come around you.

one, two, three more bounces and her legs are trembling. a broken moan leaves her mouth, and she cums.

“fuckfuckfuck. you feel so good. i’m cumming baby, cum for me.”

you let go, shooting ropes of cum into her cunt, your thighs shaking a little. “max.. i’m cumming.”

she smiles, seeing your fucked out face. she pushes you to lay back against the bed, pressing kisses along your jawline, right against the love bites she had left.

“you did so good for me. made me feel so good, honey.”

you smile, feeling her tuck her face into your neck. you close your eyes as you feel her fingers lace into your hair, gently scratching at your scalp.

a/n : i’m hella late, i know. i’ve been swamped with work and studying. (hooray for being a dropout.)

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ♡

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

[plutobutartsy]

my version of lasko's listener!! :D

contrary to her looks, she is actually quite a strict teacher while lecturing but it balances out since she's big on positive reinforcement and patiently explaining things.

ID and taglist under the cut as always! ^-^

[ID:

Image 1:

A stylized, full body drawing of Lasko's Listener from the front. She is portrayed as a fat black woman of average height. Her curly blonde hair is worn in a high puff on top oh her head with two braided strands that each end in two light blue beads framing her face. The wide purple head band she is wearing covers the roots of her hair, only leaving the layed edges on her forehead visible. She is wearing a white tube top that exposes part of her stomach and a tight beige maxi skirt with a slit that partly shows her left leg. A light blue cardigan hangs off her shoulders and she is barefoot in her dark brown sandals. Additionally, she has stretch marks around her chest and the bottom of her stomach.

Around her neck she is wearing two rows of golden pearls, the lower of which holds a purple gem pendant, as well as a long necklace that holds a golden, down turned crescent moon pendant. Both of her ears are adorned by a golden stud earring that is connected to a golden ear cuff.

She is standing with her left hand clasped around the strap of the grey bag hanging off her shoulder and with her right hand hanging slack at her side. Her round face is pulled into an embarrassed smile with her plump lips curled up at the sides, her blonde eyebrows slightly furrowed and her cheeks and nose flushed.

She is placed in front of a white rectangle with thick, light blue borders around it.

Image 2:

A simplified doodle of Lasko's Listener showing a sheet of paper to a person that is labelled as "random student" and has no notable characteristics. The paper is covered in writing and has a golden star in the top right corner. The listener's eyes are scrunched shut in delight as she is smiling brightly while the student looks simply embarrassed. The listener is saying, "your essay was really good so i decided to give you a golden star!" In their head, the student thinks, "i'm 26..."

/End ID]

taglist: @oceanicwhitetipshark @febreze-bottle-without-febreze @teaseat @swanconcerto @beemybella @soup-scope @shawslut (send an ask or dm to be added or removed <3)

[gokartkid]

smth smth maxiel the bear au (post hookup!)

The morning after they have sex, Max wakes up to the sun blazing on his face and car horns wailing outside the window. If he strains his ears, he can hear people shouting down on the street. The air is hot and crisp on his skin as he stretches, catlike in the warm patch of sunlight on the bed. His muscles feel languid and soft; well-fucked.

His hand splays out across the sheets beside him. The empty sheets. His stomach tightens.

He sits up, quick. The other side of the bed is cool, already devoid of any lingering warmth. It’s almost impressive how quickly his stomach drops from fluttering warmth to swirling nausea. The worst thing is how clearly he can see it in his brain: Daniel, creeping out of bed in the early hours of the morning; Daniel picking up his clothes off the floor and getting dressed as quietly as he can while Max lies prone in the bed; Daniel letting himself out the door with a soft click because he’d rather leave and be cold in just a shirt than lie in bed with Max—

It’s not the first time he’s had a hookup leave in the middle of the night. It’s just that, that isn’t what he’s really upset about. It’s just that after so many evenings stuck in a hot burning kitchen together, backs against the wall and feeling like they were moving completely in sync, them against the world that was packed into the front of their small Chicago diner— well. Max would be lying if he said his world didn’t revolve around Daniel a little, at this point.

Maybe it was a bad decision after all, staring at Daniel’s hands as he gestured into the cold dark air of the alleyway behind the kitchen, already tipsy from just a few drinks after their shift, burning orange tip of his cigarette lighting up his face, the acrid, warm smell of his breath as he leaned in close to Max to make a joke, one eye winking shut; Max leaning into his orbit, and in, and in, and in—

A clatter from the kitchen, then off pitch humming. 

Max jumps, startled out of his thoughts; he’d been planning on lounging pitifully in bed for at least another hour. 

It’s too early to have hope but it’s difficult to dampen the sputtering match in his chest, still so small. 

He can’t find his underwear on the floor and has to settle for track-pants instead before peaking out of his bedroom door around the corner, hope beyond words.

Daniel, curly hair a mess on top of his head, has his back turned to Max. He’s all warm tanned skin, the wide expanse of his back and muscles shifting as he leans over a pan on the stove. He’s humming something, occasional incomprehensible words that descend into what can only be described as scatting. 

He’s wearing boxers, loose and twice folded over, sitting low across his hips and— Max’s brain stutters here, looking at the distinct spatula pattern that his old college roommate had gotten him as a gag gift one holiday season. 

He must make a sound then because Daniel is turning, bright smile and all. 

“Maxy! Good morning. What are you, sleeping beauty? Makes sense you’d wake up now that I’ve made this whole spread, huh?”

The spread in question is a plate of toasted sourdough, yellow pools of butter already melting into the crevices, hash browns on the side with warm golden brown crusts, gooey insides threatening to escape and steam rising into the air from mugs of coffee. Max watches as Daniel expertly swoops his spatula one last time around the pan to release the mass of soft scrambled eggs, fatty and just the right amount of under-done. 

“I—“ he stops, starts again; it’s difficult to find the words when he feels as if he’s experienced the full span of human emotions in the short time since he’s been awake, “wow. Big breakfast.” 

“Yeah well,” Daniel sets down the pan and circles the counter to come closer; still almost naked, still only wearing Max’s boxers, “thought I’d do something nice, yeah? Spent enough time in this kitchen to know where all your stuff is.”

All the days they’d spent together testing menu item after menu item, things that were too salty, too sweet, plated expertly onto Max’s mismatching plates and cutlery, trying to clean as they went in Max’s — comparative to an industrial kitchen — tiny sink. 

“It would make sense if you didn’t remember, old man,” Max’s mouth makes the joke easily, slipping into the age old pattern as Daniel gasps, putting a hand over his heart, big eyes remarkably sincere. 

“Max! After I’ve just done this nice thing for you!”

“Sure, sure,” he puts his hand over Daniel’s and in a pique of bravery— certainly braver than he feels — he leans up and kisses him, light, just a brush of lips against lips. He tries not to blush but can already feel his ears heating up. It’s alright though, because Daniel looks equally struck dumb.

He turns away, quickly, back to the plate. 

“Better eat before this gets cold,” does his voice sound higher? He can’t be sure. “Come on!” 

[onboardsorasora]

De aged Daniel sneakily putting on Max’s race suit and helmet then going to show max and he says “look Maxy ima race car driver like you!!!” because he may love Ferrari at his young age but he’s grown to love his maxy more

Hey besties! I hope you don't mind me putting these two prompts together! I love when we hive mind lol

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5 | De-Aged Daniel Part 6 | De-Aged Daniel Part 7

Max blinked in shock as he stepped out onto the patio with a cold can of redbull. Little Daniel was riding around the backyard, laughing joyously with himself. That wasn’t the surprising thing of course, Max was used to Little Daniel playing games with himself and his squeaking honking laugh echoing in the living room normally.

No, what was surprising was that Little Daniel was wearing his helmet. Max’s helmet. The one from his first season in RedBull. It looked comical on the little boy, made him look more like a bobble head than ever before. But Max couldn’t deny how overwhelmingly adorable it also was.

Little Daniel wobbled to a stop, spying Max’s presence. He slid backwards off of the slightly taller bike before running to stop in front of Max.

“Maxy Look! I’m a race car driver like you!” Little Daniel grabbed onto the helmet to hold it steady, his little fingers clutching at the red bull logo. Max could see his beaming smile a mile away.

“You look good! I bet you can go very fast!” 

“I would win the race firsht! I will be the fastestest!” Little Daniel ran in a circle around Max before throwing his hands in the air in victory. Max couldn’t help his crinkly eyed grin.

“Hmmmmm, you can’t win a race dressed like that!” Max said teasingly.

“But Fewawi is racing clothes! Silly Maxy!” Daniel giggled, the helmet bowed forward as he laughed and Little Daniel clutched it tighter. Max looked at him, in his favourite bright red Ferrari shirt and Max’s helmet. 

“I have better racing clothes.” Max said matter of factly, thinking to the other things in the red bull gift bag that Little Daniel had so quickly spurned. Max knew his time had come.

“You do??” Little Daniel asked curiously, his large brown eyes wide. Max was about to blow his mind.

“Yes, I can show you.” Max motioned for Little Daniel to follow him, grinning around his can as he helmet wobbled and bobbled as they went.

They ended up in Little Daniel’s room and he dove onto the bed while Max put down his drink and went into the closet. He turned around to see little Daniel jumping up and down on the bed, giggling wildly.

“I’m an ashtronut!” He cackled, gripping Max’s helmet so it stayed on his head.

“I thought you were a racing driver?” Max asked ‘confused’.

“Racing drivers can’t fly Maxy!” Little Daniel squealed.

“Well I guess since you are an astronaut now, you don’t need a racing driver suit, I think.” Max shrugged, as Little Daniel gasped loudly.

“A racing suit? For me?” He bounced into a sitting position, wide eyes and tiny nose visible through the open visor. 

“For you!” Max presented the navy red bull kid sized replica race suit.

“Can I wear it?” Little Daniel gasped, his leg started bouncing excitedly.

“Of course. Let's put it on.” 

Little Daniel bounded off the bed in an excited whirlwind. Getting the race suit on was a comedic montage because Little Daniel refused to take off Max’s helmet and he giggled every time Max’s head hit it.

Soon though, the little excited body was running around the room in the just a smidge too big overalls. The sleeves bunched on his wiry arms and the legs were bunched a little at his ankles but he didn’t seem to care as he was vibrating out of his little body with energy.

He looked in the mirror once before running around the room like a maniac. 

“I look so cool!!!” Little Daniel screeched before running out of the room making car zooming noises. Max chuckled and grabbed his phone, he figured Grace would appreciate a video or two.

[how-very-salty]

Hedcanons about Veronica's appearance:

She has very warm eyes - brown, with golden flecks. When she laughs, they sparkle (note: according to J.D.).

She is short; she and J.D. have a big height difference, and her palms are much smaller than his. Because of this, he sometimes treats Veronica like a crystal, which makes her very angry.

Veronica tilts her head a lot when she is flirting. When she is brooding, she chews on the tip of a pencil or pen. And rolls her eyes when J.D. says something stupid.

She has pale skin and many moles all over her body. Even on her fingers.

She blushes very easily, literally all over.

Veronica is curvy, so she thinks maxi length and voluminous clothes do not suit her at all. Although J.D. thinks everything fits her, especially his t-shirts and flannels.

Her hair is very light and fluffy, and when she doesn't style it, it lies in a messy cloud around her head.

[eezeybreezy]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴛ ➜ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

I have fallen to the Hobie brain rot and this is the result. This was a lot longer than intended so now it's broken into multiple chapters! Lmk if I should post those too or if this is too cringe.  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4🔞

warnings: suggestive, not-so-accurate accent, recreational drug/alcohol use, partying, punk shit, eventual smut? 

As they entered the headquarters, the pair were met with a cacophony of sound and movement. People in spider suits and uniforms hurried to and fro, carrying files, and talking urgently on their phones or to each other. Clearly, this was a place of importance, filled with sensitive work and decisions.

The first was a young woman, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail and dressed in a long, flowing maxi skirt in earthy tones, paired with a crochet top. Adorned with beads or other natural details, she walked confidently, looking around with a sharp eye and taking in every detail. The second was a young man, his steps a little slower and his gaze mellow. He was dressed in a concoction of ripped fabrics, belts, and buttons, his studded vest and chunky boots a signature in the halls they walked.

"Wow," breathed the woman, taking in the bustling scene. "I knew this was a big deal, but I had no idea.."

The man chuckled. "Told you it was the real deal."

The Spider you’d come to know was none other than Hobie Brown, a stand-out among his peers and variants alike. You’d only met after being rounded up as an anomaly, though you’d come to the HQ willingly, as any means to getting home was better than being stranded in some uppity renaissance dimension. After learning of your role as the Black Cat in your world, the punk had found a new friend in an unexpected place.

“Hm…” Hobie peered at you absentmindedly, seemingly turning something over in his head.

You didn’t like that look, and knowing the kinds of ideas an anarchist could come up with, you decide to pry, “What’s up?”

Hobie finally looked at you and not through you, “How did you get those abilities bruv like, I was bit by a radioactive spider so I have spider DNA in me, but how’d you get ‘em?”

“Hear me out, a cat bit me. But she wasn’t radioactive or anything, actually quite sweet.”

“Wait wait wait, you ‘ere bitten… by a cat? And you now have abilities like me??”

You giggled at this, he’s dumbfounded over a cat but a radioactive spider giving powers is the norm around here. “I don’t know about ‘like you’ per say.’

“Aight, maybe not exactly like me, but it’s similar yeah? You have wall-crawling abilities I presume or am I wrong? And probably enhanced strength?”

Why the sudden interest in my abilities, you thought. “I mean I do have enhanced strength and speed, but I can only climb up walls with my claws, I don’t stick like you all do,” referring to the bustling crowd of Spider-people you found yourself in the presence of.

“I see, then I have one last question… What does your suit look like? I’m proper curious ‘bout that.”

Now this was unexpected, not only was he interested in your powers, but your alter ego altogether. In the few months, you’ve been friends, little was spoken about your homeworld, let alone the role you play in that dimension. You wonder what’s gotten him so interested, and so you decide to tease a little, getting Hobie Brown flustered was something very few could boast.

“You ever been to a BDSM club? It’s like a leather dominatrix suit

“…” “That’s… huh.”

“Problem ‘Obie?” You poke at him playfully, gliding to stand closer to the slender man.

“Not at all… can’t say I’m not confused though…” he trailed off. “But hey, as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man it’s not my problem that you have an… um… interesting taste in fashion.”

That got a snort out of you, “You’re one to talk about ‘interesting taste in fashion’, Mr. Spider Punk.”

A sigh comes from the taller man. “Fine. You win.”

Deciding to toy with him further, you play nonchalant and petty, “If I’m so annoying I’ll just leave then. I enjoyed meeting you Punk.”

“Oi oi, I didn’t mean to insult you, I swear… I'll be 'onest wiv ya, mate. I don't really know what I'm doin' 'ere. I'm just takin' it one day at a time and seein' where it takes me.” He looked up from the ground to look at you again, something sad in his eyes. “Life's a funny old game, ain't it?"

“The rockstar runway model is bad with people? Color me shocked”

Hobie let out a huff of air, which you could only assume mimicked a laugh, “Is that meant to be an insult or genuine criticism?”

“I was being serious Hobie, you seem to have a good handle on people. You’re just so cool I thought maybe you’d have it down by now” Despite wanting to crawl into a hole at your admission, you said it with your chest, and you’re not about to back out now.

He’s quite surprised by this, not anticipating such a blatant compliment from you. “Huh… you’re actually pretty rad yourself. Most people don’t think that and just call me a freak.”

“I mean I’d say I’ma freak too but that hasn’t gotten me any complaints if you know what I mean.” You say with a wink, deciding to lay it on thick.

He smirks at you, catching the vibes you're putting down quickly. “Oh, I understand what you mean. I just didn’t expect you to be this forward luv.”

“What’s the phrase? ‘You miss 100% something something-”

“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?”

“Yeah yeah somethin like that”, you past your giggles. “You tryna get out of here?”

Hobie looks at you almost sideways, and if you didn’t know him better, you’d be put off by the glare. “Get out of here and do what exactly? What’re you planning?” He takes a step towards you, covering more ground than you’d anticipated due to his long strides. He was so close.

“I’m not dumb, I can tell you’re trying to trick me into something, but I’m not quite sure what…”

You smile at that, despite telling the truth, he’d managed to tease you in the process. We’re in the clear. “No trick here, not today at least.”

You look at him through thick lashes, “Did you have any ideas Spidey?” you ask coyly.

The punk chuckles,

“Ah, the ol’ playing coy shtick ‘uh? Not that I have anything against it, honest with you I kinda like it.”

Your tone is drenched in sarcasm, “Me? Coy? What kind of women do you take me for?” You’re feigning being offended, and he continues your banter. He laughs in a friendly way, deeply and honestly, a sound you wish was heard more often by the masses.

“Oh trust me you’re not like the other girls. You’re cool.”

“I’m not like other girls,” you say mockingly, trying to keep him amused. “So, what’s the punk down to do?”

Hobie’s face lights up with excitement, “I know just the place. Ever been to a punk rock show? There’s always tons of wankers to hang out with and it’s basically a Beano with loud ass music.”

You’d know about Spider-Man in front of you’s reputation, his subtle flex of eclectic success was something you’d come to admire about him. “I’ve had my fair share of underground events, though I’d call myself more goth than punk, you ever been to a goth club? I’m down to go to one of your shows if the anarchist is down to do some substances with me.”

He perked up at this. “Hell yeah, I’d be down, I love partying. Although, can I ask what kind of… substances you’re planning on using? I wanna make sure I bring the right shit.”

“Fuck no nothing hard, just weed and drinks will do it for me. That’s pretty stereotypical punk shit tho huh?”

“Yeah, well stereotypes exist for a reason. Though the whole ‘punks are stoners’ stereotype always bothers me, I never got why people think punk = drug abuse…” He shrugs.

The hair feels heavier, don’t kill the mood now! “ Well I do love me some weed, and hell yeah it’d be great to drink with you and have fun.” You keep going, hoping to bring that light back to the spider that was there but a moment ago. “I think the whole stereotype thing is stupid, but I totally understand why it doesn’t make sense to you, hating labels and all that.” You punctuate the end of your sentence with a punch to his shoulder.

“Alright, lead the way ‘Obie!”

He chuckles a bit at that, and playfully shoves you back into the portal he’s opened. You always land on your feet as you enter his dimension with a thud. He’s crouched next to you, standing to take off his mask and tuck his suit away.  

“What was that for huh? I know you can punch ‘arder than that.”

He closes the portal and starts walking towards the club, throwing you a glance over his shoulder. He beckons you to follow. “It’s just up this way, hopefully, there won’t be too big of a crowd.” His guard is down now, it’s just you and Hobie Brown, not Spider-Punk and Black Cat, just two “civs” kickin it.

“If you’re down to spar I can show you more than a little punch Bee.” You send a wink at Hobie, hoping the new nickname didn’t make him uncomfortable. “And hey! I thought you were a celebrity, don’t get special treatment even in the underground huh?”

Hobie smirks at that, “Hah. You’re funny.” He peers down at you, despite your above-average stature. “So you wanna spar then? Because now I’m very tempted to see what you can do.” He’s being cheeky, you can hear it in his tone.

Oh, this man was dangerous, and you can’t help the sly smile that makes its way to your face. “Oh, I’d love to show you everything I can do.” You’re sultry now, biting your lip as you gaze up at him.

“Damn, you’re a cocky little cat huh?” He shakes his head laughing, but can’t hide the big smirk forming on his face.

“Don’t think I won’t accept your challenge, because I will…”

“Oh? Is that so? What’s the punk challenging me to do exactly?” You step closer, still looking up at the man, with a smug grin on your face.

“Oh, I think you know…” He smirks at you and steps closer. “Or should I remind you?”

You grab him by his guitar strap, pulling him down until your lips almost touch. “It must’ve slipped my mind, Bert.” You emphasize his name teasingly.

Despite the way your eyelids flutter shut, and how your lips seem to draw each other in, he chuckles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips, still very clearly smug.

“I’m glad I could remind you.”

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE November 2011

GENTS in cloak

COAT CATALOGUE 2011-12 A&W

This fall and winter, there's more long coats than ever before.

A wide range of classic items are available.

The most notable item is, of course, the Chesterfield coat.

Elegant attire is what suits a gentleman's wardrobe.

The maxi-length long coat was one of the most striking pieces in this season's collection.

It is this outstanding presence that has the power to stimulate gentlemen's material desires.

There are two types of collar and three colors available: charcoal gray, khaki, and black.

Right: ¥120,750, Left: ¥110,250 (Comme des Garcons)

TAKAHIROMIYASHITATheSoloist.

This garment allows you to fully enjoy the designer's attention to detail, with outstanding comfort thanks to its double structure of Milan rib and angora, and delicate and original details.

¥177,450 (Pred PR)

UNDERCOVERISM

A hood is boldly added to this minimalist Chesterfield coat, giving it a sporty feel. The waistband is effectively cut to add variety to the look.

¥86,100(UNDERCOVERISM)

THOM BROWNE

Thom's signature design features shine throughout, such as the high-waisted belt and boxy silhouette.

The tricolor peeking out from behind the center vent adds an accent.

¥294,000 (Steady Study)

BURBERRY PRORSUM

The rabbit fur on the lapels is the highlight of this item.

The simple design and structured silhouette accentuate the luxury.

¥409,500 (Burberry International)

YOHJI YAMAMOTO

The big, eye-catching silhouette gives a smart impression thanks to the shaped high waist.

The houndstooth lining is also a highlight.

¥123,900 (Yohji Yamamoto Information Desk)

DRIES VAN NOTEN

A coat full of dandyism that symbolizes this season's collection.

The rabbit fur collar adds a bold contrast. ¥201,600 (Dries Van Noten Aoyama store)