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height check. how tall are you people in my phone

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‼️THE OMEGAVERSE FEST IS LIVE‼️

Read the rules and FAQs below + access the ao3 collection and join the Discord server!*

edit: new Discord link

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Rules:

You must be over 18 years old,

You must claim a prompt to participate,

The prompts and submissions must be centred around omegaverse - it's not called an Omegaverse Fest for nothing! When prompting, keep the focus on omegaverse and associated tropes and dynamic - ships and characters are optional,

Sign-ups and prompting close on 12 September at 23:59 CET (Central European Time),

All pairings and characters are allowed as long as they're related to F1, 

For written works, the minimum word count is 1.5k. For fanarts, it has to be at least a colorised sketch - and for graphics and any other type of visual art, apply a comparable standard,

When submitting works, make sure they are locked!

No content is off limits - but tag and rate it appropriately,

Submit your works on time - the deadline is on 11 October at 23:59 CET.

FAQs:

What are the timelines again?

The sign-ups and prompting open on 18 July at 8:00.

Prompting closes on 12 September at 23:59.

Works are due on 11 October at 23:59.

The collection will be revealed on 12 October at 17:00.

All times are in CET (Central European Time). Check what time it is for you HERE. If you want to see a visual of the timeline, then check out THIS post.

How many prompts can I submit?

You can submit up to 5 prompts.

Do I have to keep the prompt anonymous?

No, you can choose to not submit a (semi-)anonymous prompt by unticking the checkbox at the end of the Prompt Form.

What does it mean that prompts and works have to be "centred around omegaverse"?

For prompts, it means that they must be focused on omegaverse and associated tropes and dynamics.

For example, you prompt two alphas in a rut or omega driver forgot his suppressants and goes into heat during the race weekend. You can also prompt certain characters and ships if you want, but you have to specify the relevant omegaverse designations and/or tropes.

When writing or creating, you should fulfil the prompt and keep your focus on omegaverse. As a good rule of thumb, ask yourself if your prompt/submission would substantially change if the omegaverse aspect was removed from it. If the answer is no, then omegaverse is not central enough.

Can I submit my work anonymously?

Yes, if you want to! You can do that by adding it to the Anonymous Collection on AO3 when you post your work.

Do I have to lock my work?

Yes. If you don't know how to do it, you can find more information about it HERE.

Is there a limit to how many works I can submit?

No! Write and create to your heart's content - as long as you keep the deadlines in mind.

Do I have to join the Discord server?

No, you don't have to! All relevant information, such as the rules, FAQs and deadlines, is posted on AO3 and reposted on Tumblr. Discord might be good for you to join if you're looking to connect with other participants in the fest and discuss the prompts together.

I never participated in a fandom event like this and I'm still confused - what do I do?

You can check out AO3's FAQs on Prompt Memes, which should answer all your questions.

Links:

What if I have a question that has not been answered here?

You can send an ask to this blog or ask the Admin directly in the Fest's Discord server, if you have decided to join it.

AO3 COLLECTION HERE * DISCORD SERVER HERE (new link, valid until 25 July)

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More Savagery at RedBull

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‼️THE OMEGAVERSE FEST IS LIVE‼️

Read the rules and FAQs below + access the ao3 collection and join the Discord server!

***

Rules:

You must be over 18 years old,

You must claim a prompt to participate,

The prompts and submissions must be centred around omegaverse - it's not called an Omegaverse Fest for nothing! When prompting, keep the focus on omegaverse and associated tropes and dynamic - ships and characters are optional,

Sign-ups and prompting close on 12 September at 23:59 CET (Central European Time),

All pairings and characters are allowed as long as they're related to F1, 

For written works, the minimum word count is 1.5k. For fanarts, it has to be at least a colorised sketch - and for graphics and any other type of visual art, apply a comparable standard,

When submitting works, make sure they are locked!

No content is off limits - but tag and rate it appropriately,

Submit your works on time - the deadline is on 11 October at 23:59 CET.

FAQs:

What are the timelines again?

The sign-ups and prompting open on 18 July at 8:00.

Prompting closes on 12 September at 23:59.

Works are due on 11 October at 23:59.

The collection will be revealed on 12 October at 17:00.

All times are in CET (Central European Time). Check what time it is for you HERE. If you want to see a visual of the timeline, then check out THIS post.

How many prompts can I submit? You can submit up to 5 prompts.

Do I have to keep the prompt anonymous? No, you can choose to not submit a (semi-)anonymous prompt by unticking the checkbox at the end of the Prompt Form.

What does it mean that prompts and works have to be "centred around omegaverse"? For prompts, it means that they must be focused on omegaverse and associated tropes and dynamics. For example, you prompt two alphas in a rut or omega driver forgot his suppressants and goes into heat during the race weekend. You can also prompt certain characters and ships if you want, but you have to specify the relevant omegaverse designations and/or tropes. When writing or creating, you should fulfil the prompt and keep your focus on omegaverse. As a good rule of thumb, ask yourself if your prompt/submission would substantially change if the omegaverse aspect was removed from it. If the answer is no, then omegaverse is not central enough.

Can I submit my work anonymously? Yes, if you want to! You can do that by adding it to the Anonymous Collection on AO3 when you post your work.

Do I have to lock my work? Yes. If you don't know how to do it, you can find more information about it HERE.

Is there a limit to how many works I can submit? No! Write and create to your heart's content - as long as you keep the deadlines in mind.

Do I have to join the Discord server? No, you don't have to! All relevant information, such as the rules, FAQs and deadlines, is posted on AO3 and reposted on Tumblr. Discord might be good for you to join if you're looking to connect with other participants in the fest and discuss the prompts together.

I never participated in a fandom event like this and I'm still confused - what do I do? You can check out AO3's FAQs on Prompt Memes, which should answer all your questions.

What if I have a question that has not been answered here? You can send an ask to this blog or ask the Admin directly in the Fest's Discord server, if you have decided to join it.

Links:

AO3 COLLECTION HERE * DISCORD SERVER HERE

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Baby Daniel in his Karting era

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<3

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Baby Badger

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Baby Badger

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Nothing better than sunglasses on the head♡

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i am curious, which athlete(s) made you want to watch / follow your current favorite sport(s)?

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I could make a home in your arms

rated e. 4393 words. daniel ricciardo/max verstappen

Summary:

Daniel thinks that maybe it isn’t so bad, not having a seat anymore. Maybe now he can finally have a pup. He decides he’s going to use an Alpha Sperm Bank and he asks Max to help him choose the donor.

Max is suddenly confronted with the idea that his Omega Daniel wants SOME OTHER FUCKER to get him pregnant.

But Daniel has never shown any interest in Max, so he sucks it up and helps him. (Max isn’t actually all that helpful.)

tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Post-Singapore, POV Max Verstappen, Alpha Max Verstappen, Omega Daniel Ricciardo

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hot

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The cheese grater is hungry for the fingers of beautiful young women

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Roommates au

(maxiel, 2017 season but they share a flat, under-negotiated pet play) - inspired by this meme that's been going around lately.

Daniel walks into the shared apartment and sees his roommate vacuuming at a feverish pace. Max never vacuums. Something must be wrong.

Daniel exchanges quizzical looks with Max's dachshund. He usually would've vetoed any potential cohabitating situation with a coworker, especially one with a canine companion, but Daniel did really want to live in this way-too expensive flat and he made an exception since Marlow was very polite, very small, and very chill - unlike his currently frenetic owner who now has dropped the vacuum mid-pull to powerfully kick a tennis ball under the sofa.

"Max, bud, what the fuck?"

"Landlord's coming in five minutes," Max says, not stopping and scooting past Daniel to grab a pull rope by the front door. Daniel, fresh from the gym, feels his body heat even more at the sudden and fleeting proximity. Max chucks the dog toy behind the television. "We can't let him see Marlow."

"Oh, fuck. Yeah." The strict no-pets rule in the absurdly expensive Monaco apartment came with a sizable fee and instant banishment for any discovered dogs; and, while Daniel wouldn't care if Marlow packed up a trunk tomorrow and set sail on a one-dog trip around the world, he did like Max enough to not see his beloved wiener dog kicked to the curb by their cantankerous landlord.

"Luckily, your dog is the size of a loaf of bread, dude. He's not going to find him." Daniel spies a half-chewed soccer ball by the coffee table and picks it up.

"Give it here," Max says. Daniel's dick twitches, and he tosses it Max's way. He never understands why his body loves getting horny around Max. It's not a crush, he assures himself, since not into dudes. He's not into Max Verstappen.

Daniel wonders it's just a fluke, like maybe his Max-related neurons and his sexy-time neurons just got filed a bit too close together in his brain. He remembers a friend telling him in high school that's why some people have foot fetishes; apparently the brain cells containing arousal data and the brain cells containing feet data are neural neighbors and sometimes get linked together. He highly doubts that's wholly scientifically accurate, but it stands for him that Max just happens to make him feel so eager, so unwound. Plus, he likes when chicks boss him around in bed, so Max doing that just accidentally set off the same signals to his confused cock. That's all. No biggie. He files away pet play for something to try with a chick sometime. Might be kinda hot.

Max scoops up Marlow from the sofa and kisses the dog's forehead tenderly. Daniel swallows.

"I really can't lose him," Max says quietly.

"Max."

"What if the landlord sees one bone we forgot? One loose toy? I'm fucked. There's no other reason someone would have those things in an apartment."

"Unless they're freaky, y'know."

Max looks at him blankly. He swears the dog also judges him.

"Oh, come on, Max. You ever seen porn where the girl walks around a guy on a leash? That kinda stuff."

Max flushes. "No way. I don't watch that kind of porn."

"Right. You probably just watch, like, mechanic YouTube vids and crank your hog to carburetors."

"No. Maybe."

"But it would," Daniel muses, spying even as they talk a forgotten collar sitting on Max's trophy bookshelf. Daniel goes over and picks it up. He looses the clasp, extending the material as far as it can go. "If we pretended, it would weird the landlord out enough for him to not ask any questions."

Max stares unblinkingly at him. Daniel feels his heartrate pick up as he clasps the widened collar around his own neck. It snaps on. The metal tags marking him as Max's clink against his Adam's apple and sparkle with light clangs as he swallows dryly again.

There's a knock at the door. Max hugs Marlow to his chest. They swear in unison.

"Keep him busy," Max says. "I'll hide Mar in my closet."

"Arf, arf, good buddy."

Daniel squirms as Max sprints around the corner with his pup tucked tightly in his grasp like he's a charging down the pitch with a rugby ball. Daniel lightly slaps his cheeks, shimmies his shoulders like he's pre-race, focuses, and opens the door.

"'Yello," Daniel says overly-casually, meeting the gaze of the somber, suited landlord. He watches the older man's gaze flit from his eyes to his neck and back up again.

"Hello."

"Nice to see ya. Doing a little inspection of casa de Verstappen Ricciardo?"

"I am," he says. Daniel makes a sweeping motion to welcome him inside. "You drivers," the landlord continues tersely as he walks inside and slowly scans the living room, "you always like to bend the rules, and a neighbor said they heard barking from this unit."

"Oh, barking? Right, yeah. That was, uh...that was me." Daniel woofs, realizes Marlow would sound more petite, and yaps instead. "See? It's just something I do. Gets me amped, y'know? Wired. Dog time."

The landlord looks at him like Daniel just dropped trow. Well, Daniel thinks, at least he bought enough time. Max speed walks back around the corner into the living room to join them. He greets the landlord with a curt handshake. Max looks at Daniel with concern and then back at their unwanted guest.

"So, would you, like, um. Tea? Coffee?" Max offers.

"No, I won't be here long. Just a few questions for you, Verstappen."

"Ah, sweet. If I'm not needed," Daniel says, edgy and eager to maybe get this collar off and jerk off to something normal. He's at half-mast and on edge, itching for relief.

"No, Ricciardo. Questions for you both."

"Okay. That's fine. Daniel," Max says, glancing over at Daniel, cheeks blooming red.

Daniel looks at his teammate's lovely cheeks and up to his wide, ice blue eyes.

"Daniel, sit."

Daniel sits. He probably should have done it on the sofa, like a person, but he squats on all fours right in his spot. Good for the ruse, he tells himself. All part of the plan, the joke, the lie that this does anything for him. He squirms in the friction of his running shorts's mesh against his stiffening cock.

Their landlord stares at him with a shocked grimace. "Um, that's not...He can, uh, stand."

"Daniel, up."

Daniel rises. The landlord adjusts his tie.

"You boys are...close." His eyes dart down, this time to Daniel's crotch, and back up again. "Look, you just need to keep the...uhh....noise down. The barking."

"Yes, sir," Daniel salutes. "Totally normal levels of barking moving forward."

"That's a good boy," Max coos. Daniel whines. He slaps a hand over his mouth as Max stares at him in flushed shock.

"Okay, I'm going to go now," the landlord says, clasping on his clipboard for dear life as he swiftly makes for the door. "You two have a nice night."

They say goodbye as the door slams closed. The two of them stand in perfect stillness.

"Stay," Max says as he starts to slowly walk away, voice raspy.

Daniel nods. He desperately wants to touch himself, to ease the crazy tension building inside him, but he stays still as Max walks down the hall. He goes into his bedroom. He hears a jingle of dog tags, the sound of rustling, and a door closing. He walks back alone with something in his hands.

"I didn't want Marlow in the closet too long, but he can wait in my room for a moment."

"Okay," Daniel says. His heart is pounding, pulse palpable in his neck like a caught bird. He looks to the coiled mass in Max's arms.

Max drops one end of the leash onto the floor.

"If you want, we could practice. You know, in case he comes back again?" Max has that locked-on look in his eye like Daniel has seen on garage television screens during quali as he catches glances of the broadcast while strapped into the car. Cold, focused. No half-doing anything when he looks like that, full send.

"Right. To make it more convincing," Daniel says back, voice shaky, body tensing. Max nods.

"Get on your knees, Daniel."

Daniel does. He should laugh at this, crack a joke, prove he's not hard as fuck and eager as hell as Max leans down and snaps the end of the leash to Daniel's collar. He gasps, a bead of sweat leaking down his temple. Max's fingertips slip to wipe it up, hand moving upwards into his hair to ruffle him, to pet him.

"Good boy."

"Fuck, Max." Max tugs lightly, making Daniel keen. He falls on his elbows, kneeling and slightly tempted to frot into the rug. He's so desperate to come. He shivers as Max pets him again, fingers scratching gently behind his ears and down along to the base of his neck like he does with his own dog.

"That's a good boy, Daniel. You're such a good boy."

Daniel wants to say Max's name but he just whines, begging. His eyes prick with tears as Max walks over to the sofa, pulling on the leash to make Daniel rise from his elbows and clamber the short distance to kneel between Max's knees as he sits down.

He looks up at his teammate. Max has never seemed hotter to Daniel. Beautiful sharp brows are drawn straight and tense. Firm jaw set. Gaze peering down his perfect nose to stare at Daniel. He bites and slowly releases his full bottom lip, the skin pink and wet. Max leans down, wrapping the leash around and around his large hand to pull Daniel against the sofa as his other hand gently cups his chin.

"Daniel," he says firmly. "Come."

He does, in a gasp, untouched and immediately with the most amazing wave of relief as he feels his gym shorts wet and beads of come leak down his thigh. The leash goes slack as he nuzzles into Max's crotch, feeling his teammate's own hard length beneath an infuriating layer of jean. Daniel meets his gaze once more. A glimmer of normal, nervous Max cracks through as he nods eagerly.

Daniel uses his hands to quickly unzip and free his teammate's dick from jeans and boxers damp with precome. Daniel doesn't think. He just takes Max's length in his mouth, sucking and pulling for only a few seconds before Max gasps, hands in his hair again, crying his name as he comes in his mouth. Daniel swallows and pulls back, head falling in a limp, exhausted rush onto Max's thigh.

They sit and drink in loud gulps of air. Daniel doesn't want to do a thing that would make Max's hands leave his head. The feeling of long fingers through ringlets of hair. The warmth of wide palms. Their sweat mixing from skin to skin.

"Daniel," Max starts, voice rough and exhilarating.

"Max," he answers. His own voice betrays him, whimpering as Max gently pets him again. He pushes lightly into his touch, and Max rubs with an emboldened vigor. "I don't know what this is, but it's good. Just sometimes, yeah? To practice for the next apartment inspection?"

"Totally. Just practicing. Pretending. Just...every now and then."

"Right."

"Now hold still," Max commands. Daniel does. Max slips a finger under Daniel's collar, making him gasp as Max unclicks it from his neck. He wishes he hadn't. He feels his eyes water as Max drops the collar to the floor and rubs two dizzying hands around his neck where it once was. "Good, Daniel. Good boy."

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Max dragging Daniel into his interviews

(special thanks to @maxielonceagain for the videos (x,x) 🤍)