#tinytysh

[33max]

us (you are the snoopie plushie) (I am protecting you from evil)

I think this is the nicest ask I’ve ever gotten thank you so much tysh

[marswasnothere]

🧍

something in the air tonight, my liege. the royal court is horny

I can tell. Had about seven asks in my inbox an hour ago and I'm still answering them.

also

This is you rn

[vicsy]

hello. why am I following you?

1. Great fics

2. funny

3. земляк (countryman? countrywoman?countrymouse?)

AWWWW COUNTRYMOUSE STOOPPP THATS SO CUTE

земляк ♥️

[disarmd]

worlds collide!! a great writer and fan of f1 is also aware of the hit (in my heart) show mythic quest!

do you have a favorite character? tell me!

<333 YES! mythic quest, my most beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like we've had some ups and downs, but when that show is at it's best, it's top of all time for me. and it's at it's best when it's about POPPY! I love her more than anyone else in the world. i love her so much i did actually write a story about her a few years ago.... New Game: Title Forthcoming (poppy&ian, explicit, 5600 words).

i also wrote a little essay about poppy in the first two seasons, so i'm just going to link to that instead of repeating myself, but i'm absolutely obsessed with how they handled all that. i'm waiting to see how the series ends to decide what i think about how they've handled the second half of ian & poppy creative partnership, but so far i am absolutely obsessed with what we're getting in season four. cut tag for the first two episodes of this season.

firstly, when you reach the end of the first episode and you realize that poppy saying she was trying to have a better "work, work-life balance" wasn't her misspeaking. she was literally trying to have a better balance between work (mythic quest) and work (art with her sexy boyfriend)-life (sex with her sexy boyfriend). ahh!!!!! the reveal!!!!

secondly, i do feel like there was such deep hurt from season three where ian admits that he's just not interested in working on poppy's idea, and it feels really good to me as the cheer captain of team poppy to see that in the meantime, she went off and made her own damn life. found another man who wanted to squeeze her big juicy brain.

thirdly, remember how the season started with poppy lowkey doming that hot guy? i sure do!

[onboardsorasora]

hi sore I'm sendin k8sse s to mutuals bc I'm drunk MN!!

kissing youuoo

Ru I'm obsessed with youuuuuuuuuu

kissing you and kissing you and kissing you!! <3

[lsunstreakerl]

@tinytysh here you go! it's sort of split into two scenes, with one emotional safeword (daniel, before they have a designated safeword, so more of the spirit of the safeword than the actual thing) and one physical safeword (max, discomfort)

2k corporate au! explicit, hurt comfort (emotional and physical)

pairings: daniel ricciardo/max verstappen

relevant heads up: safeword use, very slight max shaming, toys

There's nothing in particular about the day that's been wrong. Morning meetings went long, sure, but Max can handle that.

Maybe it's that his coffee didn't taste right, or he forgot breakfast. Maybe it's the way he hates this time of year, or how the seam of his sock is weird against his shoe. Maybe it's the voicemail from Jos, acidic and vile in his ear.

But none of those things matter— so Max isn't sure why he feels shifty in his skin in the elevator, watching the numbers tick up until he reaches Daniel's floor. He's hoping being on his knees will get him out of his head.

Daniel's eyebrows arch with surprise when Max slips inside without knocking, barely glancing to make sure he's not on a call as he makes his way to his desk.

"Hey babe, I didn't..."

He trails off as Max thoughtlessly folds onto his knees, eyes focusing on the seam of his slacks, feeling slightly disconnected from reality. Max brings his hands up to fidget with his belt, fumbling twice before he gets it unbuckled.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to argue with having you down there, am I? Can you get under the desk for me, Maxy?"

The words drift through the unpleasant cotton in his head, and Max shuffles to be settled firmly under the desk, waiting for Daniel to get his cock out.

He can be good at this. If nothing else, he knows he can make Daniel happy, has something worthwhile about him. It feels like he hasn't been doing a very good job at it lately— Daniel cums, but he's always quick to move on afterwards, and Max hates feeling like he's failing.

The unease sits uncomfortably within him as Daniel pushes the band of his underwear down, barely giving Max time to get his lips around the head of his cock before Max hears the squirt of hand sanitizer and typing from above him.

Daniel can't even touch him without feeling dirty, and all Max is—

"My little office slut, yeah? Useless at everything else, but you're good at this."

It stings. It stings in a way that Max has learned is different from the pleasant sting, even though it's the same things Daniel has said to him before, things he likes.

He doesn't like it today. It hurts, another tiny chip into his self esteem, already low. Max knows he isn't good at anything else— couldn't finish law school, couldn't handle Jos, can't even do his job right, reduced to being his CEO's plaything.

He knows he isn't really contributing to anything, unless they're counting lackluster blowjobs in his performance evaluation, in which case— today isn't a very good performance.

He drifts further away, but it's not the pleasant float he normally experiences under the desk, it's worse. He feels more disconnected than he did before he got on his knees, unable to even focus on having Daniel's cock in his mouth. He feels numb.

He blinks, confused as to why his cheek is wet, vision blurry.

A hand settles in his hair, and he realizes Daniel's voice has trailed off, and he's pulling Max off of him, and Max can't even suck dick right—

"Max, hey— whoa, hey, why are you crying?"

Daniel rolls the chair back, his grip in Max's hair pulling him with him, out from the protection of the desk. Max blinks again, realizing as another tear slides down his cheek that oh, he is crying.

He swallows, trying to find his voice, leaning forward again. He'll do better, he'll get it right, Daniel just has to give him another chance.

"I'll do better sir, please, let me— I'll fix it—"

He can hear the thready desperation in his voice, and his heart is sinking as Daniel frowns, shaking his head.

"No, babe, I don't think... I don't think that's a good idea."

Max opens his mouth to protest, but Daniel pushes two fingers past his lips, pressing down his tongue as he narrows his eyes suspiciously at him.

"What's really going on?"

His fingers are shiny with spit when he pulls them out, and Max squeezes his eyes shut against the hot press of tears, nails digging into his thighs.

"Nothing, just— let me suck you off, sir, please."

Daniel's lips press together, brown eyes concerned.

"I said no, Max."

His fingers dig seeping into his skin, a hot bubble of anger snapping inside of him, startlingly bright.

"Why do you care, it has never mattered to you before, I thought the whole point was that I'm just some convenient hole to fuck—"

"Max."

He freezes. Daniel doesn't really snap at him often, but he just did, voice sharp.

"That's enough."

He glares up at him, lashes wet and clumped together, and Daniel seems annoyed, frown twisting at his lips.

"I'm not sure what the hell has gotten into you, but you need to cool it. You don't have all-access up here just to waltz in, give a shit blowjob, and then mouth off at me, that's not how this works."

Max grinds his teeth, jaw tight.

"Sorry I wanted to be worth something. I won't make that mistake again."

Daniel's fingers curl tight in his hair, tugging sharply at his scalp, and Max curls his lip at him. He's bitter, upset and tumultuous, and this has only made things worse.

"What the fuck, Max? Obviously you're fucking worth something, Jesus. I don't hire worthless people."

Max scoffs, blinking rapidly as another tear slips out.

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, sir."

He spits out the honorific mockingly. Everything inside of him is spiraling out of control, an inferno growing larger and larger, massively out of hand and intent on ruining everything.

"Excuse me—"

Daniel cuts himself off, fingers abruptly loosening in Max's hair.

"No— no. Stop. Whatever the fuck we're doing, I'm— I'm putting it on hold. There is clearly something else going on with you."

He pauses, sighing before he rolls the chair back further, fingers curling in the collar of Max's shirt to tug him upright, pulling him closer to the chair.

"Come here."

Max doesn't meet his eyes as he lowers himself into the chair, thighs spread wide across Daniel's. Neither of them are hard, and he's gone and ruined everything, their arrangement and his job in one stupid move. Office slut of the year, that's him.

Daniel brushes one thumb across the skin of his hip, looking intently at Max.

"I do not think you're worthless. Nobody in this entire building thinks that, Max. You impressed everyone in your intern year, and you've never stopped impressing them. You're smart, babe. You wouldn't have been recommended to me if you weren't."

He pauses, thumb resuming its smooth strokes a moment later.

"And you're very, very good for me."

Max's eyes flick up to meet his unintentionally, wide and hopeful as his shoulders relax incrementally. Something in Daniel eases up as well, relaxing back into his chair as he looks at him.

"Is that what you needed to hear? You're good for me, Maxy. Every time you come up here, so sweet and willing all the time."

It's a soothing balm against where Max feels raw and sensitive, slowly starting to patch his bleeding heart.

"There's the pretty boy I know."

He's starting to feel a low sense of exhaustion, but the floating is slowly shifting, reminding him more of the good kind than anything. It's clearly noticeable, because Daniel seems less stressed, letting Max hook his chin over his shoulder as he holds him.

"There you go, babe. Get it out of your system."

It's not quite what Max needs— he feels like a starving man, desperate for more, even just the tiniest scrap of praise— but it's better.

It's better.

------

Max whimpers, collapsing forward onto the counter as the vibrations pick up, plug pressed flush against his prostate. The countertop is cool against his flushed chest, nipples peaked against the chill, and he squirms as his eyes roll back, knees weak.

"Danny please, please I can't take it anymore—"

He hears Daniel's soft laugh behind him, and the humiliated flush to his cheeks burns brighter as he moans. He can't stop moving, trying to escape the sensation, and he can only imagine how it must look to Daniel.

He's been doing it to him all day. It had started in the morning, when Max woke up with the cock ring on— a fun treat from Daniel while he'd slept, apparently. He'd been fucked open and plugged before breakfast, and Daniel has been edging him since then, toying with him for hours.

He can't do it anymore. It hits like a lightning strike, the abrupt tip from something he still enjoyed to something he doesn't, and he panics, fingers clawing at the counter.

"Danny— red, red, make it stop—"

The vibration stops a moment later, and Max takes a second to catch his breath, trembling. He's not sure why he feels so bad, breath hitching as Daniel's palm curves across his hip.

"Max, babe, it's okay."

Daniel's slowly moving his hands across him, stroking carefully down Max's arm. Max shifts, meaning to turn around, but the brush against his prostate makes him freeze with a pained cry, forehead tipping back down against the cool counter.

"Shit— alright, you can stay there. Can I take it out of you?"

Daniel sounds worried. It's probably fair, given that he and Max never even had a safe word until Rico had gotten involved, and this is the first time Max has ever used it.

Max takes a slow breath, nodding.

"Please."

There's a reassuring squeeze at his hip before Daniel wraps his fingers around the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly. The stretch of it hurts at its widest point, and Max feels empty when it's gone, gasping quietly.

"Danny, I don't— I'm sorry."

He's ruined it. Their day, their evening, whatever Daniel had planned.

Daniel slides two fingers inside of him, satisfying the emptiness while carefully avoiding his prostate, and Max can hear the small noise he makes at the words.

"Max, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry— I pushed you too far, too fast. You weren't ready."

Max sniffs, saltwater tracing down the side of his nose.

"I should have been ready."

Daniel kisses his back over his spine.

"It's not your job to look out for that, babe. That's part of my job when we're together."

That's definitely Rico's influence. It soothes Max all the same, and he finally twists to face Daniel, relived to immediately get a kiss. Daniel kisses him deeply, licking across the roof of his mouth as he slowly removes his fingers.

He pulls back, pressing another soft kiss to Max's lips.

"Do you want to keep the ring on?"

He pushes a finger against Max's bottom lip before he can respond, looking at him fondly.

"I want you to think about what you want, not what you think I want."

Max pouts against his finger. He likes having the ring on. If Daniel takes it off, he's just going to feel like he's being punished.

He shakes his head, waiting for Daniel to remove his finger.

"I just want to cuddle. And more kisses."

Daniel grins, dipping down for another deep kiss as he pulls him forward into his chest.

"Kisses and cuddles, I can do that."

[dilfgp]

Hiii lovely!! Some questions for the ask game ❤️

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

HIIIIIIIII

describe your latest wip with five emojis:

🍯🦡🏎🏁🏆

what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

honestly? any type of comment. there's a lovely little rush that I'm sure you're familiar with when you have a new message in your ao3 inbox, and I spend time re-reading when I feel uninspired. @tinytysh always leaves lovely & insanely long comments which are so so nice, I love to see that level of joy that my writing has hopefully created.

but like I said... any comment at all, ever, is so so amazing. I love any and all.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Getting To Know You Game

Tagged by: @formula-fun & @charlescoded

Last song: A COUNTRY GIRL CAN by James Johnston, I've gotten back into my country song ways.

Favorite Color: Pink! I haven't decided which shade.

Last Book: Uhm. I haven't read a book since last June. And it was The Hawthorne Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. Which is so sad, because I remember deciding that I wasn't going to finish that series after reading this book.

Last Movie: I went to go watch Sinners (2025) in the theatre.

Last TV Show: I just finished watching Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savoury.

Last Thing I Looked Up: I just Googled "friren" because I didn't remember what the show was called. The last last thing I looked up was how far the nearest Walmart is to me.

Current Obsession: I'll say F1, but I don't feel like I'm an obsession girly.

Looking Forward To: I'm currently making a tail. I'm excited to be finished with it to wear.

Tagging: @lucithornz @chock-and-bates @tinytysh

[33max]

hi bean!

🍄 for the ask game!!

hi lovely tysh!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I think that GP is a morning person! By the time Max wakes up GP has usually made breakfast, been on a run, showered, and is going through data on his iPad on the balcony in the Monaco sun.

Max is NOT a morning person. So, still sleepy and out of it, he goes and sits next to GP on the balcony until he feels less like a zombie and more like a human.

It’s their morning routine!

[marswasnothere]

the assignment of a/b/o roles always stumps me out. like I do not know!!

Im also picky about omegaverse in fics. and to me picking a role feels like this: 1. bad. 2. boring 3. other kind of bad. but it depends on which characteristics about omegaverse you would choose.

arghh. I guess. I guess based only on the ability to purr and maybe proclivity (idk if that's the right word) to care for people around you, I would choose omega? for myself?

the other hard part is choosing what scent would you have. like I can't even pick a parfume irl. I have this scented candle that smells like green tea and mint. that smells nice so I choose that. probably.

this is very very hard.

I think waaaaay too hard about hypotheticals so I’m automatically putting myself in beta category, pain free stress free, just watch the alphas and omega flounder about, be the f1 drivers that the author doesn’t really care about when writing an omegaverse au, and also with the whole penetration thing and whatever is up with knotted it’d be a nightmare to be an omega

I’d be a submissive alpha how about that. I loooove being told what to do, in sexual way yeah, and just in general uni and work scenarios, I can’t be the leader of a project, I have to the right hand guy, taking orders from someone but still being able to install them

I know fuck all about scents. Like yes my nose works fine but *identifying* them?? No sir. I like lavender and recently melted chocolate, so somehow if those combine well into a scent that’d be mine lmao

[vicsy]

посылаю самые позитивные добрые выйбы!!! пусть все будет хорошо 🙏🙏🙏 удачи!!

спасибо большое, они очень нужны ♥️♥️♥️

[tinytysh]

hello dear followers and mutuals. i changed my blog theme but it is still me, tinytysh!

[onboardsorasora]

omg!! happy birthday sora!!

Wishing you good health and lots of inspiration and time to write yuor amazing fics!!

thank you thank you thank you ru!!

[mvpanda1]

panda!!! 9 for the situations ask game. Max is sleep deprived and Charles is there to maybe take care of him??

Put That Guy in a Situation ™

Let Me Tuck You In

“Let me tuck you in,” Charles says as Max giggles against the side of his neck. The heat from his breath coils in the pit of Charles’ stomach, but he knows that his boyfriend is in no shape for funny business. 

“Not tired.” The mumbled lie vibrates against Charles’ Adam’s apple and he chuckles, his arm secure around Max’s waist, fingertips pressing into the soft muscle on his hip. 

“I want to make out.” He dusts Charles’ jaw with petulant kisses, teeth tugging on his earlobe. “You look so sexy, baby.” 

If Charles didn’t know better, he would think Max is drunk –easily sobered with a hearty meal. But this is different. This is Max going on his 36th hour of no sleep for a charity SIM race. His team kept him up to celebrate on Discord. 

“Well, thank you for the compliment, Max.” There is an eye roll saturating his tone as he tugs Max down the hall to their bedroom. “But I am not going to let you get me all hot and bothered just to fall asleep buried inside of me.” 

“Pfft,” Max stumbles, tugging on Charles’ shoulder for stability. “I won’t fall asleep.” Charles braces himself with his free hand against the hallway wall and shakes his head, it's doubtful.

“Yeah, sure.” 

“I can last all night.” It’s almost a whine.

“That is, quite literally, the problem my love.” Charles finally has them in the bedroom. He pushes Max back against the bed. “You have stayed up all night on your SIM and now you must get some rest.”

“Whatever.” Now Max is pouting while he kicks off his sneakers. Charles helps tuck him under the covers. “Will you at least come to bed with me?”

Charles is already climbing behind Max, scooting until they are pressed together. Charles’ legs entwine with Max’s, arms slipping around him, hand resting on his chest. Charles presses a soft kiss against the back of Max’s neck as he rests his head on the pillow, slender fingers carding through soft strands to massage Max’s scalp.

“Always.”

[dilfgp]

I was tagged by @33max 🥹✨

No pressure tagging @tinytysh @dreamingofseastars @shineon3 @lost-in-fandoms 💕✨

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[33max]

hello bean I hope you are well!!

I just wanted to say that I love your writing so much!! I've never liked or understood age play (never really tried to) but your fics helped me understand and get into it a little bit!!!

"lock it up" is one of my favorite maxiel and Max fics and I've been working my way through Turkish dinosaurs and it's soo good!!!

and it's not just age play! Just the way you see and write max is so special to me!!! Max in lingerie is one of my biggest and favorite agendas and your fics just scratch that itch so good for me!!

ok that's it for now! ❤️

hello lovely! thank you so much for this lovely message I am BLUSHING. I’m so honoured that you decided to give my fics a try and that they are helping you understand age play - that’s literally the biggest compliment I could receive as I know both non sexual and sexual age play can be very misunderstood!

what nobody really knows about lock it up is that I frantically wrote it while on holiday with @thatsapodium and @dreamingofseastars! I sat down, opened my phone, and word vommited the whole fic into my notes app in about 90 minutes!!! but considering how chaotically I wrote it, I am very proud of it! I often struggle with smut as I never know what is sexy and what is a bit of a miss - but with that one I felt quite confident that it was sexy.

turkey dinosaurs is obviously my soul fic and it will probably always be my favourite creation, even if I don’t necessarily think it’s my best writing! I actually think my best writing is NOBODY WINS A WAR!

I’m so glad you like how I write max, because he’s so special to me and it’s really important for me personally to feel like I’m capturing his character even if I’m putting it into my own little worlds!

all my love ♥️