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Hello Mister Egg! I’m here to beg for the Graverobber’s Shovel, if you so please.

(Have a nice day)

ANOTHER smut <3<3

"Viktor didn't 'prowl'. He didn't. He was a predator of opportunity. A scavenger with a savage streak. He took what he could, he fucked who offered, he didn't chase anything or anyone except his own ends.

However He was still just a man. So when one afternoon, storming and dark, as his shift at the convenience store dragged on, having already sent Jayce back home to his mama before it started raining, bored and alone in the small shop, he couldn't help the ravening hunger that grew in his belly at the sight that slunk through the barred doors.

Silco just needed to get out of the blasted rain. He'd had a shit day at work, everyone was incompetent and he hated having to pretend to be the big mean boss all the time but no one knew how to do their fucking jobs. He wanted a cigarette and to sit in the back of a bar somewhere, pretend he wasn't who he was for a little. But when he found shelter in a dingy onestop, he could feel eyes glued to him.

"Can I help you, Sir?" Viktor asked, carving the honorific on his tongue, purring it out in a way men loved. He watched, leaning over the counter, his chair squeaking with the new position. He watched the man, long legged in his expensive suit and heavy overcoat, turn, one eye soft blue, the other cloudy white, lined with horrific scars. Stunning specimen of survival. Slender, handsome, rich obviously, but so obviously impaired.

Silco looked at the boy who was staring at him, not with horror or pity but with a look of.... something else. Something warmer. Hot. He went up to the counter, watching as the boy kept his head resting on an upturned hand, eyes following him, looking up under his eyelashes. It was almost vulgar.

"Cigarettes. Zaunite Reds." Silco said and watched as the boy stared up at him for a minute, almost teasing, testing Silco stood fast, curious, a little delighted at playing with someone. Someone who wasn't... cautious with him.

Viktor got the man his cigarettes, the same ones he smoked, having to stand up, cane under his hand to get the red box, it's black swirling writing familiar in his hand. Surely the man would either be uninterested to still want to toe the line. Once people saw his brace or crutch it was always one way or the other.

"These'll kill you." Viktor said and scanned them, sliding them across the counter, keeping eyes with the older man as he pulled out a heavy metal card. The older man had a slight grin, eyes flashing to scan over Viktor again.

"One can only hope." Silco said and looked over the boy. He had a Zaun Community College keychain hanging off his belt loop. A fellow under city rat. Someone else marred by the nation's old war, marked by the past. He looked at the boy's chest. 'Viktor'... appropriate.

"Do you tell all patrons to quit their hobbies?" Silco teased, picking up the box, peeling off the plastic there in the empty store. Viktor picked it up, letting it drop in the trash beside him, letting his eyes fall from the man's, feeling a thrill go through him.

"Dying is so out of fashion these days. Don't you want to stay in vogue?" Viktor teased back, seeing where the line was, how far he could get. It was feeding him, he loved this part, seeing if his prey would bite back, if they would run and leave him in the dust, or if they knew the same dance.

"One can only live so long before trends come back around. Living is so passé" Silco said back, letting the words drip from his tongue, he leaned against the counter, hands on the edge. He watched for a moment, the boy was so... clean. Fresh. Young. How could he be so well versed in the intimacy of badinage.

--

There had been a reason Viktor didn't usually let men back to his apartment. But him and Silco, they were two of the same in a way that their souls knew pain the same way, they understood each other in a way most people couldn't. What they had was good.

Spending days in the ridiculous expanse of Silco's bed, walking together and letting people assume things, Viktor springing things on the older man that brought light back to his life, letting Silco spoil him and make him feel special but not dependent.

But after a rich bottle of wine that Viktor had no holds for, a warm dinner, and a little bit of teasing, he couldn't tollerate the car ride back to Silco's penthouse flat. He dragged the older amn through the dingy streets to his ground floor apartment that he was letting his lease time out on. He was giggly, pulling their clothes off, letting Silco's lips mark him all aknew. He was lost in it all by the time he fell back onto his own known bed, his bedside lamp getting flicked on.

Silco staring at his room, at his bed, at him with a look of... horror.

Silco couldn't handle it. Months and he'd only partially come to tears with what he was doing, who he was doing it with. But seeing the boy's action figure covered shelves, his colorful mismatched bedding, his posters, his homework, his teddy bear at the head of the bed. He felt like puking. He could convince himself it was OK when he had Viktor nude in his bed, his moonlight skin and cracking moans, he could ignore it all. But not in the boy's room, surrounded by his innocence.

"Sil? Are you okay?" Viktor asked, reaching out, but Silco was already moving towards the door, mumbling about needing some air. But he grabbed his coat on his way out.

Leaving Viktor sitting half naked in his bed, tipsy and teary eyed."

So that's like a snippet of it, that's not the whole plot idea or anything, just a chunk of it!! The -- is like a time skip!!

Also feel free to ask me about other ships and fandoms!! I have like 63 actual wips in my archive that I'll eventually pick through. Just ask!!! I love doing this!

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I want to participate in the WIP game, here to beg specifically for Sinking into the Stars (surfer Silco x Cannot Swim Vander)!

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Tehe it's a smut :)

"Working on the beach had it's perks for a young man like Vander. He was big, strong, and was a bartender. Everyone loved an ice cold drink on the beach. Pretty ladies in bare threads, nice guys with cute faces, everyone wet and hot.

He got to take rainy days off, park his car nearby, and enjoy the salty air. It was a calm job. Vander liked that, calm, calm life away from his past, away from his history. But he was sort of... lonely. There's only so many quick fucks and one night stands a guy could take. He was gonna be thirty for fucks sake.

It was about to rain when it happened. The weather called for a great thunder storm, and you could see the black clouds creeping in from the city, headed out to the ocean. Vander started to close up when he watched... someone. They had a black and red board tucked under their arm, dressed in a black wetsuit, inky hair flowing loose around their shoulders. '

It wasn't until the rain was coming down hard, thunder starting to roll in the sky that Vander got concerned. He looked back out to the water, the sky turning imposing darkness, looking at the person who was sitting on their board, just sitting not too far out.

He expected them to paddle in, but they didn't, they curled up on their board, knees to their chest. Vander called out again, about to lock the bar stands door behind him, when the lightening lit up the sky. The person finally picked their head up, looking at him, and the lightening lit up the water, striking a few streets away. The water was getting choppy, the wind kicking up.

He watched as the person started to paddle in, and in horror, to be knocked from their board. He watched as the person reached up from the endless water, struggling in the rougher water. He watched, moving towards the water, watching as the board popped up in the water, hitting the surfer in the jaw. Before they disappeared under the water.

Vander looked, a sneaker clad foot creeping into the water he'd always been wary of. He didn't move himself, his body moved by it'self, bringing him into the water till he could grab the slender wrist of the surfer, water up to his chest, dragging him back into the air. He was nearly to the sand when lightning struck, just across the street.

He moved as quickly as he could, carrying the light person in his arms, feeling them wake up as he got back to cover.

"Aren't you cold, in those wet clothes?" Vander asked when they were safely hidden away in the bar, He watched as the man shivered in their sodden wetsuit. The person shrugged and looked at him, blue eyes like blades as black hair fell over his face, making them stand out even more.

"Are you trying to get me naked?" The person asked and stood up, looking down at where Vander was sat on the floor. Vander stuttered and shook his head, trying to force out a disagreement but was cut short as the person started to draw the front zipper down on their wetsuit, exposing glowing pale skin.

And soft pink scars under their pecs. His pecs. He peeled the wetsuit off his shoulders, leaving his torso bare. And toned, and goosebumped in the cold.

"If you're so concerned, then warm me up, mutt." The person said and Vander reached forward, pulling him closer by the hips, the zipper dipping so low, he wanted to know.

"What's your name?" Vander asked, leaning forward to kiss below the man's bellybutton. The guy's hand found his hair, twisting it up in his grasp.

"Silco."

Eeee tehe it's not fully thought out yet but that's like around the idea.

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Readers: I won’t read WIPs, only completed work and LONG fics.

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I was eighteen. Innocent. A Virgin. Final Part

*Max V: Where are you?

Daniel stared at his phone for a minute. It had been… a week or more since Max had texted him. Daniel had tried to get some space away from him during the off season, needing to fix his head. He’d been struggling, every time he looked at Max, hot and red fresh from the seat, smiling, giggly drunk, fuming and angry, all he could think of was him moaning in bed. He just needed to fix himself. It wasn’t Max’s fault. 

*Max V: Are you home? Can you come here? Now?

Daniel didn’t even get to reply before the second message rushed in. He started getting worried. Why was Max wanting him to come over so suddenly? Was something wrong? He still cared about the younger man, he could control himself. 

*Daniel R: I can come over. What’s up?

Daniel typed out and stood up from the small cafe he’d been drinking his coffee at. He was closer to Max’s apartment than his own anyway. He was straightening his shirt out when his phone rang. Max. 

“Hey Max, what’s going on?” Daniel asked as he started his walk towards Max’s place. The path was memorized, years of creeping back from bars and spending too many hours playing video games together making each turn and stop automatic. 

“I’m in heat.” Max said, the words breathy as his panting breath came across the line. Daniel froze on the street, frozen as the words went through his ears, as his brain tried to comprehend it all. Max was in heat. Not pseudo heat, heat. And was asking him to come over. 

“You’re in heat.” Daniel asked, incredulous, confused. Surely there had to be an explanation. He needed something brought over, maybe he wanted ice cream or candy or something else? 

“Mhm” Max hummed over the phone, rustling fabric in the background. Oh god was he in bed calling Daniel, what had he been doing all by himself at home? Was he nude? What was he- Daniel shook his head, that heat pricking behind his ears once again. 

“And you want me to come over?” Daniel asked, mouth going dry as he thought about the meaning of that. Of Max’s scent, of him all perfect and strong, would he moan, would he writhe against the sheets or would he be-

“Please Daniel, please, I’m ready, I want it.” Max moaned into the phone, begging, pleading. Daniel got a headrush as his cock twitched in his trousers. Would Max go to someone else if he said no? Would he take care of it all alone in that apartment? Daniel didn’t realize he was growling until Max whined again. People looked sideways at him on the sidewalk before he spoke into the phone again. 

“I’ll be over in a minute.” Daniel said and hung up, cramming his phone into his pocket before quickly walking down the road, steps twice as fast, hoping no one noticed his hardon. 

Daniel was second guessing himself by the time he was on Max’s doorstep. Max was only twenty, surely he’d had sex before, right? Daniel couldn’t be his first that was too… It meant too much. Especially to such a perfect omega like Max. No matter what anyone else thought, Daniel knew, knew how much Max cared about keeping himself as a good omega, how careful he was with his suppressants, how careful he was around alphas ‘just in case’. Max was just in heat, he just wanted a cuddle. Right? Daniel let his knuckles tap against the wood of the door. No. What if-

The door flew open before he could finish knocking again. Max stood there, hair all messed up, eyes fuzzy, tips of his ears pink, wrapped up in a white sheet. Daniel opened his mouth but Max was reaching out, grabbing the front of his shirt to drag him into the home. 

“Max! Come on, buddy. Why don’t you go back to be- Oh my god.” Daniel was going to start to usher the omega back to bed, but Max just let his sheet drop, baring his nearly nude body. All pale, perfect skin, soft muscle, all the way down to the navy lace panties situated on his hips, making them look even wider. The fabric was dark where slick soaked through them, rolling down the insides of his thighs. 

Daniel stared, mouth open, senses flooded by the most lovely floral scent. It was pretty flowers and wet dirt, enticing, calming. Purely omegan, mature and… He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His precious Max in a pair of lingerie, his little cock pressing up against the front before they clung lower onto his dripping pussy. It was vulgar, obscene, and so ridiculously sexy. 

“Daniel, I want it, I want you, please, alpha, I don’t want anyone else.” Max begged, hands down at his sides twisting into fists, eyes going watery, his chest was heaving, panting hard. Daniel couldn’t handle it, Max’s perfect scent, his perfect body, his perfect everything, down to his eyes that glimmered, blown and big, so impossibly blue. 

Daniel moved, one swift movement as his hand went to Max’s hips, his skin was so warm and soft, the fat there, the muscle, giving way under the alpha’s grasp, as he leaned forward, giving Max enough space to pull away, before pressing his lips against the omega’s. He’d been dreaming about it, and Max was even better than he imagined. 

Max moaned against his lips, clumsy as he tried to keep up, to try and get more of what his body wanted, biting and whining against Daniel’s lips. The alpha just huffed a laugh, fingers squeezing the softness that was padding Max’s hips, before pulling back and looking at the omega’s pleading eyes. So pretty. 

But god he was his friend, his ex teammate, and still so…

“I shouldn't, Max. You need to go back to bed is all. Lemme get you back to bed.” Daniel said and pulled himself away, hands pulling away from the omega's skin. Max whined as his bottom lip poked out. 

“I don’t want anyone else. D-Daniel I need it. Can’t- can’t do this one alone. Don’t leave, don’t make me alone.” Max pleaded and reached out putting Daniel’s hands back where they were, looking at Daniel’s face with a world shattering look. 

Daniel was- he could- god he could- 

“You really want me to do it? You want me to fuck you?” Daniel asked one last time. His cock was burning hot, stone hard in his pants. He made his hands stay where they were, knowing if he touched more, he’d never be able to pull away. Max whined and pressed up close, hands pulling on Daniel’s sleeves, nodding. 

“Daniel, please, please, I need it, I want it” Max begged, really begged. Daniel stared at his eyes, blurry and rimmed red, but so honest behind them. Daniel stepped back, only a half step, and looked over the omega. 

When did he get so… grown. His arms were so muscular, his thighs thick and dense, that off-season pudge on his belly but obviously strong underneath, and when did his flat chest turn into two soft pecs, puffy pink nipples begging to be played with. His hips, his tight little waist, his body was exactly what every alpha wanted, his perky ass, those sinful underwear. And he was begging for a fucking. 

“You’re so perfect, Max. So perfect. Show me how good you can be.” Daniel said, reaching out to run a hand from Max’s neck, pressing light over his scent glands, down over his chest, fingers trailing over a nipple making the omega moan, before pulling both his hands away. Max whined, scrambling to grab the alpha’s hand, pulling him towards his bedroom. 

Daniel followed him, one hand caught in Max’s, the other going to unbutton his shirt. By the time Max stood at the foot of his bed, his nest covering the entirety, all sorts of fluffy blankets, long body pillows, towels, and a single large teddy lion, Daniel had almost all his buttons undone. 

Daniel looked at the nest, his head going a little light as the scent was so much thicker there. It smelled not only of floral heat but of pure slick, sweat and sex. The richness that had been so tantalizing the last time he smelled it, when he’d gotten only a taste, was overwhelming and addictive. 

“I- Daniel…” Max whined, face going beet red as he looked at the wall beside Daniel, hands clenching and relaxing in front of him, fidgeting nervously. Daniel stared at him for a minute, he smelled so good, but he looked so nervous. Daniel popped the last button open on his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders, baring his chest, letting his own scent loose in the space, letting Max smell how turned on he was, how pleased he was. 

“Max, how do you spend your heats?” Daniel asked and stepped up to the omega, Max’s eyes going big as he looked at the carved torso being offered up to him. He hugged Daniel, pressing their bodies together tightly, moaning loudly as he shook in Daniel’s arms, trembling. He reached up, pressing hot kisses onto Daniel’s lips, lips open, licking into his mouth. Daniel’s own hands went to cup his jaw, rub across Max’s neck, going up into his soft yet sweaty hair. 

He was better than anything Daniel could have imagined. He was huffing, making breathy little noises as he tried to keep up with his own instincts, pushing their bodies together desperately. He tasted like candy, sweet and perfect, letting the alpha suck his tongue with a groan. His hands, cold fingers and rough palms, trying to touch everywhere he could, running from Daniel’s shoulders down to his chest, down to spread wide across his stomach, low on his stomach. 

Daniel allowed it, savouring the overly sweet taste that was clinging to Max’s lips. He’d eaten sweets, probably tore into a big bag of candy, laying in bed eating pure sugar in those tight little panties- Daniel pulled himself away, hands holding the sides of Max’s face. 

He needed to make Max scream, needed to finally get the answers that he’d been dying for. That dark corner of his brain, the part that had been starving to do filthy things in broad daylight, just to know, just to have. 

“Lay down.” Daniel said lowly and watched as Max crawled up to the center of the nest, flopping onto his back once he got there, leaving him belly up, legs pressed together. He looked at Daniel, head cocked to the side, a pout forming on his lip. 

“Your… your pants.” Max said, almost asked, the words shaky and unsure, embarrassed as he looked at the offending brown material. Daniel couldn’t hold back his laugh though. It was… well it was darling. Little omega so wet, so horny, he was worried about alpha’s clothes. Max whined, this time in a more bratty tone, shooting Daniel a look. He couldn’t hide the way his hips were shifting though, couldn’t hide how badly he wanted it. How his body screamed, his instincts to be fucked overpowering his usually controlled demenor. It was pornography in action. 

“Called me over in such a rush, couldn’t even get a shower or anything. Is that what you wanted, Maxy? You wanted me to come over and stuff a knot in you, no matter what? Is that why you wore these slutty little things?” Daniel said as he kicked off his shoes under the bed, his loose trousers falling to the floor soon after, leaving him in simple black boxer briefs. He reached out and snapped the elastic of Max’s underwear as he climbed onto the bed. He straddled Max’s calves, sitting there looking at the soaked lace, how it stretched over his cocklet. He could see the faintest peeks of pink through the lacey pattern. 

Max looked down at himself, wiggling his hips, hands gripping the blankets under him. He wanted them off, he wanted Daniel to touch him already, wanted whatever omegas were supposed to have during heat. He thought the panties would be… 

“Charlie told me omegas wear them when they want alphas to touch them. I-I want you to touch me.” Max explained, open mouth breathing as the scent of alpha filled the space around him, all spiced cocoa and buttery. 

Daniel shook his head as he got his hands under the lace on Max’s hips, rubbing over the delicate skin for a minute. Of course it had been Charles, his sweet Maxy-Max would never buy something so dirty. Would never dress up and strut around for another person. He was only doing it for Daniel. 

“So pretty Max, you look so pretty.” Daniel praised and bent down, kissing the corner of Max’s lips. He trailed soft kisses to his ear, then down his neck, licking over his jawline, letting his teeth barely scrape across his scent gland. Max moaned, hips lifting up off the bed, hands moving to hold onto Daniel’s shoulders, lost in the waves of heat, a push and pull of need and satisfaction. Daniel kept moving lower, pressing soft kisses and teasing nips to the omega’s collarbones, down to more gentle kisses over the soft swells of his pecs till he was close to one of those candy pink nipples. 

“Perfect omega, Max you’re so perfect. So cute” Daniel praised, his mind going offline, his alpha taking over. He wanted to make omega happy, wanted Max to purr in contentment, wanted to make this omega cum.

This was his omega. He licked across a nipple, carefully bringing it between his lips to suck on it gently. Max screamed, high pitched, as his body jumped, hands grabbing fistfulls of Daniel’s hair.

“Daniel! Da-Daniel! No, nonononono” Max wailed, blubbering as he pushed at Daniel’s head but also shoved his chest up towards the alpha’s mouth. Daniel grabbed Max’s sides, feeling his ribs, and held him down to the bed, licking across the sensitive bud, sucking at it a little rougher each time. 

Max was sobbing, arms turned to jelly as he ground his hips up into Daniel’s stomach, chasing the pleasure, as overwhelming as it was. Daniel pulled away with a pop, admiring his work, Max’s nipple was puffed up, pointing up in the air, glistening wet with spit. Max was finally able to catch his breath, panting, sucking in air as Daniel kissed over his sternum and collar. 

“Dan-iel, what was that for? Nothing’s gonna come out.” Max asked as he looked down at his abused chest, one side cold, the other still dry and warm. He looked at Daniel’s face, teary eyed, actually wanting an answer. 

“God, Max, you really haven’t done it yet have you?” Daniel asked as he looked at the omega’s genuine face. It pulled him back, pulled him up out of the haze. Max was panting, hips twitching, smells so utterly fuckable, and he was asking about… foreplay?

Max pulled back, an embarrassed look on his face, and yet a bit worse, shame. Daniel sat up, looking down as Max’s bottom lip shook, hands coming up to cover his own chest. He looked away, shaking his head in two tiny movements. Daniel forced a deep breath in to clear his head, only sucking in more of that scent, and looked at Max. He was heavy with off season weight, so blushy pink, soft but he was… He was a man. Not a little puppy anymore. 

“Are you sure you want me to, ya know, for your first time?” Daniel asked and looked between them. Max was soaked through the panties, but when Daniel really looked… they didn’t quite fit him well. The waistband should have been pulled up higher, and they looked a little too loose. Max was actually doing it all for the first time. For just Daniel. He wasn’t putting on a show like other omegas, he was really that… innocent. 

“I don’t know what to do, Daniel. I don’t know what I’m doing. I jus- I want you to have it. I want you to take it.” Max begged and looked down at himself, he was trembling almost violently, a mix of utter humiliation and his hormones going wild. He knew what he wanted in theory, he understood how it worked anatomically, but having an alpha in his nest, which a cock that was hard and had a knot and everything… he didn’t know what he was doing. He was regretting not letting Charles talk about his experiences more. 

“It’s okay Max. I understand.” Daniel said and leaned down, moved slower, more carefully, as he pressed a soft kiss to the omega’s lips, closed mouth and soft. He let his weight fall onto Max, giving him that satisfying compression. Max whined, a pitiful little noise, and he relaxed back down to the bed, slowly letting himself sink back into the safety of Daniel’s embrace. He trusted Daniel, he didn’t need to worry. 

“Good Max, that’s better. I’ll… We’ll take it slow, yeah? I don’t wanna overwhelm you.” Daniel explained and pulled away, moving to prop himself on his arm beside Max, letting their legs stay tangled together, a hand laying on the omega’s stomach. Max took a breath and nodded, reaching to grab Daniel’s hand, dragging it up his body till it was in front of his face. 

Daniel watched, trying to keep himself calm, watching as Max timidly caught his fingers and drew his wrist up to his face, flashing those impossibly oceanic eyes up at him, staring right into his soul as he opened his mouth, tongue peeking past his teeth, to lick across his scent gland. Daniel couldn’t hold back his groan as Max stared right at him as he licked over the spot again and again, savouring the raw pheromones flowing from him. 

“Fuck, Max… Can’t just do shit like that.” Daniel groaned as Max pulled his wrist away to rub it across his cheek, scenting himself with Daniel’s arm. Max looked at him, big fuzzy eyes all pure as he nuzzled into his wrist. 

“Why? Is it gross?” Max asked and froze, pulling away only slightly. Daniel huffed and leaned down for another kiss, licking into the omega’s mouth. He tasted good but having him smell like the alpha, being scented so softly, it was doing things to Daniel’s head. 

“It’s not gross. Nothing you could do would be gross to me. Not when you smell so fucking good, look so pretty, just for me.” Daniel said as his hand ran up and down Max’s side, from his soft hip up to just under his arm, feeling all the soft perfect skin. Max moaned, wiggling, trying to get more and move away from the alpha’s rough hand. 

“So sensitive, I like that.” Daniel praised and smiled into the demanding kiss Max pushed up to catch. He let Max take, let him savour and suck and lick, messily making out for a moment before Daniel pulled away again. His hand moved over, thumb rolling right under Max’s pec, just away from the perky dry nipple. Max whined and looked down between them, hips shifting when he spotted the bulge in Daniel’s underwear. 

“Daniel… T-take them off” Max asked, face burning as he stared down at the alpha’s cock pressing against the fabric of his underwear. He wanted to see it, he wanted to know what it looked liked, what it felt like what it-

Daniel sat back, lava rolling down his spine at the omega trembling below him begging to see his cock. He was starting to believe that this had to be a dream, a very wet dream, but fictional all the same. He sat back a bit and wiggled off his boxer briefs, kicking them off the bed. He laid on his side, propped up on one hand, letting Max have his look. Daniel knew he looked good, and Max would surely be delighted. 

Or not. 

Max stared down, face gone pale, face turned in a sort of horror. 

“That- why is it so big? That can’t go in me. You can’t put that in me. Why is it so…Are they all that big?” Max asked, a panic tickling his chest thing about the few times he’d fingered himself, two feeling impossible. There was no way the long, thick, dark red monster that was inches from his panty covered hip would ever fit inside him. He’d die, he was sure. 

Daniel smiled, trying not to laugh, it was serious. It was. He smiled and reached down to rub his free hand just above Max’s panties, pinkie teasing under the waistband. Max’s hips jumped, thrusting up, trying to get some attention on his neediest places. 

“I’m gonna take yours off too. It’s only fair. Okay?” Daniel asked and looked down at Max, letting his fingers pull away before coming back down, over the fabric, over Max’s hard, twitching, dripping cock. It felt so small, twitching as Daniel grazed it. Max moaned, hands tensing in the sheets, eyes fluttering as he pushed up into Daniel’s soft touch. 

“Okay. Okay, just…” Max bit out through gritted teeth, voice trembling a little as he looked between where his pussy was tucked away and Daniel’s cock, hard and heavy, waiting. Daniel kissed him, his lips then his cheeks, forehead, and back to his lips. 

“Nothing before you’re ready. Just wanna get my hands on that cute little cock, maybe a nice orgasm’ll help you calm down. Want alpha to make you cum, baby?” Daniel asked, voice going deep as he pulled at the panties, soaked and sealed down to Max’s skin. Max spread his legs and nodded, kicking the soggy fabric away when Daniel got it down far enough. 

“Good, tell me if you need to stop. You’ll tell me, won’t you?” Daniel asked as he rubbed a hand over Max’s stomach, moving back down to sit between spread legs. The omega watched with wide eyes, hands twisting in his blankets, cocklet twitching in the air. 

“Uh-huh” Max managed, watching in awe as Daniel’s hands traveled down lower and lower, to places no one else had ever touched. Daniel smiled and leaned down, kissing Max’s sternum, scattering soft warm kisses across his soft pale belly, down to just above his cock. 

Daniel took a minute. He just closed his eyes, breathing in the richest, most lush and mind numbing scent he’d ever come across. Max smelled like heaven, his body, noises, his scent, his everything. It was heaven. ‘I shouldn’t taint it’ flashed through Daniel’s head as he thought about taking what Max was giving away, about Max’s coveted virginity. How fast would someone notice? What would the tabloids say? What would Jos say? What was going to happen to Max?

“Daniel, is it… bad?” Max asked, hands going down to try and cover himself up. Daniel shook his head and took Max’s hands and kissed the backs before placing them down on his stomach. Daniel scooted back so he could lay on his belly between Max’s legs. 

“No sweetheart, you just smell so good I got lost. You’re so perfect, so pretty. Perfect little cunt, you’re so wet.” Daniel praised as he finally got a good look at Max. Just like the most of him, hairless and gorgeous, pink and soft, cock drooling where it stood, the two inches trying its best to be hard. Max whined, shoving his hips down into the mattress. 

“Dani- Oh god what the fuck” Max screamed, voice going high and pitchy, hands flashing down to get dark curls caught in his fists. Daniel smiled around the cock between his lips. Max was writhing, moaning, gasping at every flick of the alpha’s tongue, hips rolling, searching for sensation on his twitching cunt, craving more on his cock. Daniel hummed and savoured the gush of precum that hit his tongue. It twisted like happy omega, it made his cock twitch, craving to be buried so deep inside Max’s warm body. Not yet. 

Not yet, he told himself as he pulled off the rose quartz cock. 

“Oh god, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, good, felt good” Max blabbered, mindless as he melted into the bed, all slack and boneless. Max’s hands shook, loose on Daniel’s head as his hips swiveled and jumped, shivering as new trails of pleasure carved their way up his spine. Daniel pressed a few grounding kisses on his thighs, stunning muscular and plush thighs, before looking back up at Max. 

Daniel couldn’t even begin to form a word, his brain lost at the way the omega was staring up at the ceiling, eyes glimmering, kiss red lips hung open, panting like he’d already cum… just from a few sucks on his cock. Daniel felt a headrush. Max was so perfect, so pure, so heartbreakingly genuine and honest it was making Daniel feel sick. 

Because he wanted to dig his nails in and see how far Max would let him go, he wanted to squeeze every single last drop of his pleasure out and keep squeezing. Max was addictive, it made him wanna sink his teeth into that thick line of his shoulder and claim in there. He couldn’t hold back the groan that pushed its way from his chest, cock aching as it leaked over the omega’s soft bed. 

Max looked down at him, focusing in, knees pitching in a little, hands going to Daniel’s shoulders. He whined softly, pulling at Daniel, wordlessly calling him back up the bed. Daniel went, wanting, needing, to please his omega. His omega. 

“Yes Max, what? What do you want? What do you need?” Daniel asked, crawling up the bed, nosing at Max’s cheek, taking in that lovely flowery smell of his omega, enjoying his warm breath. Max gasped, staring up at Daniel’s eyes, when the alpha’s cock grazed the inside of his thigh. They were stuck there, like so many times in the past year, stuck in each other’s orbit, frozen except to stare into each other’s souls. 

“Daniel, stay here.” Max finally managed, quiet, soft. His hands came up, rubbing from Daniel’s wrists, where the alpha was holding himself up over the omega, up his hairy arms, up to his biceps, settling on his shoulders. He looked up at the alpha, almost embarrassed, swallowing as Daniel processed it all. 

His omega wanted him so close. Wanted him right there. 

“I want you to trust me Max, I want you to hold onto me, I wanna hear all your sounds. You’ll be good for me won’t you, Maxy? Be a good boy for Alpha?” Daniel said, heat overboiling inside him, hand going down Max’s side, grabbing a little roughly on his hip. He needed to show Max, he needed Max to know how good he could feel. He needed to give his omega a knot, his first knot. And every one after. 

“I trust you, I trust you Daniel” Max said, nodding as his eyes slipped closed, hips jerking when Daniel’s cock twitched against his thigh. 

Daniel leaned down to kiss him, at his open lips as he panted, at his cheek, at the salty tracks his tears left behind. His hand went from the meaty hip over to stroke lightly over his cock once. Max cried out, hips jumping up before his fingers were digging into Daniel’s shoulders, whining as the alpha’s fingers went farther, running through the slick mess of his cunt. 

Daniel groaned, pressing his forehead into Max’s shoulder, clenching his teeth. Max was burning hot, velvety, and twitching under his fingertips. And so noisy. Max was whining, gasping, making whistling begging sounds that were really starting to get to Daniel’s head. 

He bit his own tongue, trying to think of the best way to make Max feel good. Omega’s liked Alpha’s, the scent, the scent of an aroused alpha, it helped loosen up all those muscles inside, helped make everything loose and sloppy, Max all wet and sloppy around his cock-

“C’mere baby, come here but keep- keep your teeth to yourself. No biting.” Daniel said, moving his head around, coaxing Max into his neck. The omega happily obliged, hands spreading over broad shoulders as he stuck his cold nose into the soft spot of Daniel’s neck, right into his scent gland. Daniel’s fingers twitched, pressed into Max’s hold slightly as he groaned. His neck had always been a little sensitive. 

Max moaned, hips stuttering around a new sensation, body releasing a new rush of hormones as his head filled with alpha pheromones. Daniel could feel his body relax and open up under his fingers, his cunt trying to drag his two fingers deeper inside. It was magic he was sure, and Max, Max’s body was incredible. Daniel pressed in a little more and Max pulled away from his neck with a gasp. 

“In? You- your fingers? They fit?” He asked, gasping as his hips rolled, cock twitching as Daniel eased his fingers, in and out, just to the first knuckle. Daniel huffed and smiled, Max was so fucking cute and he was so horny. It wasn’t fair. Those sparkling blue eyes, those lips, the way he was all pink from his cheeks down his neck to those perfect tits, every part had Daniel drunk. 

“I gotta stretch you out a little, Max. Make you ready for my knot. You want my knot, baby?” Daniel asked and leaned down to nuzzle against Max’s sweaty temple, his blonde hair darker there. Max moaned and nodded, arms pulled Daniel down again, pulling him into gasping kisses as the alpha kept his fingers moving, slowly, slowly, deeper. Max moaned, eyes closed, lost in his new found pleasure. 

“So good Max, you’re doing so good, I knew you’d be so good. Such a good boy.” Daniel praised, his fingers pressing against the slick walls they were trapped in, stretching, trying to find that one spot, trying to find where Max would like best… 

Max was moaning, content sighs, his lips perked up in a smile as his eyes stayed closed, hips moving as Daniel’s fingers explored him. He felt incredible, endorphins flooded his body, like he was floating, and his pussy felt amazing. He’d never been able to come from it before, but with Daniel's big rough fingers buried inside of him, farther than anything else had ever been in him, he felt incredible. 

“Max, are you alright? Max, baby, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Daniel said, pulling his fingers out of Max when he noticed the tears rolling down the sides of his face. Max opened his eyes, a sob catching in his throat before he hugged the alpha, just hugging him close. 

“Feels good, feels so good, Daniel, like- like it’s supposed to happen” Max explained, his chest so full, his head so empty, he thought it would hurt more, be more rough, more intense. But under Daniel, under his alpha’s hands, he felt whole. 

“I’m glad, I’m so glad, baby. A little more and you can have my cock, yeah? You want alpha’s cock still? We can stop here if you-” Daniel started to ask, hand going back down, rubbing three fingers over Max’s dripping hole. 

“No! No, I want more, I want it all. Give it to me Daniel, give me everything.” Max cut him off, begging, wiggling his hips down. 

Daniel growled, a deep rumble in his chest, sinking three of his fingers, slowly, but insistently into the snug heat. Max was so wet, it was so easy, Max was so easy. Especially with his head thrown back against the pillows, his knees spreading further apart, drawing up to his chest, leaving himself even more open. 

Daniel started to pump his fingers in and out, faster, a little rougher, spreading them, making slick squelching sounds bounce off the bedroom walls, accompanied by Max’s cracking whines and deeper moans. Daniel was ready, he knew Max was on birth control, knew he was on birth control, knew everyone on the track was on birth control for that matter. He started to think of it, fingers still working as his mind wandered, lips coming to mouth at Max’s adorable blush pinked ears. 

On his front, beautiful round ass up in the air all presented like a proper bitch… Or on their sides, face to face or with Max’s nape to his teeth… No, He needed Max to face him, needed to see that stunning face as he came, as he was knotted for the first time. It would be too much to ask the omega to ride him, at least for his first time, maybe later on-

“Daniel! Right there, there, there, there, precies daar, daar, daar, oh!” Max moaned out, eyes going wide as his hands shot down away from Daniel’s shoulders to hold his wrist, hips jumping as he worked himself on Daniel’s fingers. Daniel let him, frozen in awe as Max used his fingers, angling them against his own prostate. Then Daniel sat up. 

Kneeling between those thighs, pulling his fingers from Max, leaving a slick trail across the bed, drenched down to his wrist, and looked down at Max who was panting and spreading his legs farther, feet picking up from the bed, knees drawing up towards his chest. All instincts and want. 

His omega. His Max. He knew exactly how he was going to take him. 

He stroked his wet hand over his cock, smearing his omega’s perfect scent over himself, his knot was already puffing up at his base. He was rock hard, he couldn’t believe what he was doing, but Max whined and reached down, grabbing at the alpha’s hips, pulling him forward, his cunt twitching, all messy. 

“I’m gonna make a mess of you Maxy-baby, I’m gonna show you how good you can feel. My perfect boy.” Daniel said and moved forward, pulling Max’s legs, throwing them up over his shoulders, knowing how flexible Max was. Max smiled, eyes all watery, and nodded, pulling Daniel down for a kiss, folding himself in half. 

“St-stay here” Max said and rubbed their noses together, voice shaky. Daniel understood. Max wanted it like that, breathing each other’s air, bodies so close, as close as they could get. 

Daniel reached down between them, holding himself up to Max’s hole, pressing just against it. He took a breath, feeling Max’s hands come up to spread over his shoulders, trembling hands. A shaky breath later the omega spoke, voice so soft it was barely more than a breath. 

“Please, Danny” Max asked. Daniel couldn’t say no, not to Max. Not to his Max. Not to that soft voice, not to those eyes, not to the years of want. 

He pushed in so slowly, as slow as he sank easily into the wet warmth of Max’s welcoming body. He ran his hands over Max’s thighs, turning to kiss the calves beside his face, rubbing over Max’s waist, his stomach, his chest, his neck, trying to keep him- keep him happy. But Max was just trembling like a leaf under him, hands not tensed, just shaking, eyes blank as he stared up at Daniel. 

When he was finally all the way in, knot easily slipping in with all the slick that was pouring from the omega, soaking the mattress below, he leaned down and put his nose back against Max’s. He nuzzled against Max’s face putting as much of his own happy scent out as he could, taking in any changes that happened to the omega's smell, but he still smelled like flowers. 

“Max?” Daniel tried, voice forced, jaw starting to feel tight with the need to mark. The omega just squeezed him tighter, hole clenching minutely. Daniel stayed that way, content to let his knot swell inside, to stay face to face with his panting omega. 

“Ik houd van jou” Max muttered before a sob choked him up, voice shattered and small. Daniel kissed him, he tried to learn a little dutch. He knew a few words. He knew those words. His hips rocked, just a little sway, as he pulled off Max’s lips to see his dazed expression. 

“I love you too Max. I love you so much.” Daniel said and Max stared at him before letting himself really cry, letting his emotions take over, grabbing one of Daniel’s hands, bringing a wrist up to his face. Daniel cupped his cheek, turning so his wrist was pressed up to Max’s mouth, his starting to pull back farther, just enough to tease his knot in and out. 

Max was moaning, holding onto Daniel’s hand like it was his lifeline, letting Daniel get into a rhythm. Daniel did. Except he knew he wouldn’t last. He couldn’t. There was no way he could hold back the rush of orgasm that was crawling down his spine, the heat settling into his hits as he watched Max rub against his hand, hips working in little circles trying to keep up with the alpha. 

“You’re perfect, so perfect Max, you’re gonna make me cum. You want me to cum in you? You want a knot baby? You gotta tell me.” Daniel said, rambling as his knot got bigger, snagging on Max’s rim, making the omega cry out, thighs starting to shake from pleasure. Daniel needed to hear it, needed Max to say those words. 

“In- Inside! Co-come inside, binnen, binnen” Max begged and lifted his hips, trying to get Daniel back inside, body wanting nothing more than to be stuffed full of cum, to have his first- first-

Max was right on the edge when Daniel shoved his knot as far inside as he could get it, giving a few shoving thrusts before Max was being filled. Filled past the brim, hole stretched farther than he ever thought, hot cum flooding him, he could feel Daniel’s twitching. He got to hear his alpha moan, all deep and rumbling, muscles tensing, eyes closed, he got to see. 

He screamed through his own orgasm, one shift and Daniel’s cock was pressed against his good spot and he was seeing stars, cock letting out a weak spurt of cum. 

Daniel was lost in the clouds, Max was tensing and relaxing, milking his knot for every last drop of cum he had. He smelled like flowers and candy and perfection. Daniel didn’t think he’d ever be that happy ever again. He had to make his eyes open, had to take care of his sweet omega, his good boy, his Max. 

He looked down at Max’s face, expecting… something. Not the face Max had frozen on, eyes wide, mouth open, breath shaking as he caught it. Daniel slowly let Max’s legs down from his shoulders, settling them on his hips instead. He watched as Max blinked, once, twice, three times before his eyes moved and he found Daniel’s. His hand leaving where they’d gone slack around the alpha’s neck, one going down his body, past his own wet soft cocklet, down to touch his hole, where they were connected. He withdrew his hand, pressing down on his stomach, eyes going to look at his own stomach, as if he could see what was happening down there, in his soft scared places. 

“I’m knotted?” Max asked, far away and faint. Daniel leaned down and kissed his cheek, knowing Max was going to have a big hormone change, a big endorphin dump. 

“Yes, you’re all knotted up. Took it so well, omega, did so good.” Daniel praised, leaning down over Max, letting him take a bit of his weight, knowing compression would help him. Max swallowed and nodded, wrapping his arms back around Daniel, still calm. Daniel thought maybe it was okay, maybe Max was going to have an ease of a first knotting. 

But Max had never, and would never, be an easy person. 

It took a few minutes for Max to hiccup. Arms tightening around Daniel’s shoulders as he started to sob. Not from pleasure, not from joy, from overwhelming flood of everything that just happened. It was tsunami, he couldn’t stop crying once he started. Daniel just hugged him, kissing his cheek, whispering soft ‘good omega, you did so good, I love you Max, I love you’s. 

Max eventually slowed down, yawning, eyes fluttering as exhaustion caught up to him. Daniel ran a hand through his hair, he was starting to go down and it would be better if Max was unconscious when he pulled out. 

“Sleep for a bit Maxy-Max. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” Daniel reassured and pulled a pillow to be properly under Max’s head, finding a blanket to put over his chest. Max yawned and looked at him, bottom lip poking out. 

“Promise? You’ll stay?” Max asked and gave Daniel a look that had the alpha leaning down to pepper a few kisses over his omega’s sweaty face. 

“I’ll stay here in your flat. You’re gonna be so hungry and you’ll need a lovely bath. It’ll make me so happy to wash you and feed you. You want to make me happy?” Daniel asked and rubbed his hands down Max’s sides a few times before covering him with the soft cat print blanket. Max yawned again, nodding before he closed his eyes, lips moving wordlessly as he let sleep overwhelm him. 

Daniel kept himself inside for long enough to find a dirty towel among Max’s nesting, just stomach to lessen the mess as he pulled out. Max made a faint noise but nothing more. Daniel got the towel partially under him, wiping himself down slightly, watching as Max’s hole tried to close back up, tried to keep everything inside, but was just too stretched out to do so. If he wasn’t on the birth control, he’d close up, muscles pulling tight without a knot inside. Daniel would love to see that, he thought at least. 

He stayed in bed longer. Just sitting in the nest next to Max, once he fixed the blanket over the omega, watching as he rolled onto his side, curling up around his belly like a good omega. He looked around Max’s bedroom. He’d been in Max’s flat before, been in his bathroom, his kitchen, his dining, his workout room. Never his bedroom. He had some furnishings, his trophies, his collected helmets, a cat tree, a big TV, his computer and sim. Daniel eventually got up, wandering to Max’s en-suite. 

When Max woke up he was a little cold. When he blinked his eyes open, feeling like his limbs all weighed a million pounds and that he was made of goo, he was met with Daniel sitting at his computer, sipping from a glass. He looked at Daniel, bare down to a pair of boxers that were a little too loose on him, and he felt… He almost started to cry again. A sniffle made Daniel turn around to see Max half lifted up on his forearm, hair a disaster, tears and everything else dried to his face. 

“Hello Pretty, how do you feel? You alright?” Daniel asked and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to run a hand through the omega’s hair. Max nodded and turned into the warm palm. Daniel rubbed his thumb across those high cheekbones and admired Max. 

He was grown. He glowed, even as goopey and gross as he was. Just like a properly knotted omega.

“Hungry. Feel like… like roadkill. But good.” Max explained as he opened his eyes, looking at Daniel with eyes so full of love, admiration, of everything so big they’d never need to say the words again.

“Get comfy, I made you some fruit.” Daniel said with a smile and pretended like he didn’t see Max’s pout until he was standing at the bedroom door. 

“Ah- Actually it’s chocolate covered fruit. Hope that’s alright.” He said and Max smiled, relaxing as he sat up, propping himself up against the headboard. 

Daniel was going to feed him, make it all sweet and nice, but Max was shoving food in his mouth before Daniel got a chance. Which was okay because he went and ran a bath in the ridiculous thing the omega called a bathtub. 

Soon enough Max was snuggled to Daniel’s chest in the tub, being gently washed, a soft cloth running over his skin. He was more lucid, more in his head as the cum was washed from his legs. 

“I can’t believe it went in so easily. I thought it would hurt.” Max said, the words coming easy as Daniel washed his hair. 

“You’re made for it Max. Your body knows what you want, what you need.” Daniel said and Max hummed, done with words then. 

“You’ll stay?” Max asked as Daniel cuddled him, light off, the moon casting a ghostly glow on the floor. Daniel kissed the back of his neck. 

“I’ll stay. You tell me to go and I’ll leave.” Daniel answered, hands around Max’s waist, shoved under his pajama shirt. 

“I don’t think I will. I think… If you- If it’s not-” Max started but couldn’t find the words he wanted. 

“Max. I’ll leave when you tell me to. Not a minute sooner. Because I love you.” Daniel said, squeezing Max tightly, the crinkle of his slick pad nearly echoing in the space as Daniel snickered. Max groaned and reached up to cover his face with his hands. 

“That’s so embarrassing. I love you too. Shut up.” Max said and rolled over to face Daniel, hiding his face in his chest. Daniel huffed another laugh before settling in for the night. 

When Max won his first World Championship, Daniel was right there.

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Popping in for the WIP game to beg a small piece of the Immortal Jaskier one💖

AHHHHH of course, I usually don't answer them but they're actually fun !!!! Okay anyway-

Oh TW kinda dark IG

"Jaskier had seen creation, he'd witnessed the first disaster and every one since. He'd lived through floods, feeling his lungs fill and drain, through fires, leaving him nothing more than bone and ash, through disasters, through the pain of his body recreating itself around his soul. But the most pain he ever suffered was the loss of his beloved Hunter.

Jaskier was still new when he met the first Hunter. White haired with sharp fangs, he'd been delighted with him. Then he fell and perished at the face of a cliff. Jaskier didn't know much about grief then. Then there was the one that could bake bread. He was nice. Then the one that spoke, then the blonde one, then the one that liked geese... Jaskier had many Hunters but he loved each one. They were the same soul. He was there, once, when a Hunter was born. He witnessed, in hiding, as they put the baby in the river. He'd been just in time to save the little thing. He was burned at the stake when the people found them.

Jaskier had many Hunters and they all hurt worse and worse the older he got. And when he got his Witcher, having learned they live hundreds of years, he was far more delighted. Finally a Hunter to share his time with. And Geralt was the same as always. White Hair, sharp fangs, liked animals, and Jaskier loved him so dearly.

That was until his beloved Geralt died at the hands of some witch. Some witch who laid claim on him, through deception he was sure. When his beloved Geralt died after three hundred and seven years together, Jaskier turned into what all those humans always said he was.

Jaskier became the monster. He caused havoc up witches, upon humans alike. He ran the continent like a demon. If they wanted a beast, they got one.

Jaskier was miserable, everyday he wished for something to finally strike him down. He just never expected his downfall to be white haired, with sharp fangs, and a blade made of destiny. "

Tada here it isssssss I know, it's not like fully thought out but that's the like idea <3<3<3<3

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Dean had sometimes thought maybe his Mom was looking out for him.

When he was a kid, late at night when he had to give the blanket to Sam, when he slept in front of the door and the draft crept in around him and the floor was frosty, he'd get this warm feeling. Like being wrapped up in someone's arms, not just warm from their body heat but in a blanket of love.

When he got hurt and the stitches made him pass out, when he was far too young to have gotten hit with a stray bullet or blade. He'd pass out, from pain or hyperventilating, and there was that warm feeling.

Sometimes he could swear he could feel a big hand on the back of his head, cradling him into the warm embrace, lips on his forehead. And it always made him feel better. In secret he always thought it was his Mom looking out for him, sending him a little mercy from wherever she was.

Cas never told Dean just how long he'd been keeping an eye on him. How many times he tried to show the little boy he'd been in charge of a little relief, a little grace.

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WIP Ask

Thanks for the tag @pippinoftheshire

Rules: list the names of your WIPs, whether nameless or not, and anyone can request a piece from one of them. (Please feel free to ask me for more than one if you like, i’m always happy to share!!!)

I'm gonna break them up into... I dunno sections:

Arcane:

(Jayvik) Nightmare on the Coast (creature Viktor AU) (Zaundads) Sinking into the Stars (surfer Silco x Cannot Swim Vander) (Silvik) Graverobber's Shovel (Young Viktor x Older Silco AKA Old Man Hunting)

Supernatural (destiel):

Veils (growing up together AU) I wanna be you. (undercover agent Cas x prostitute Dean)

The Witcher (geraskier):

Immortal Jaskier AU Brighter Brighter (Teenage AU, rich Jaskier x nonverbal Geralt)

Formula 1 RPF:

Rich Boy, Rich Boy, Poor Little Thing (A/b/o, alpha SW Daniel x alpha Max, trans-designation) Jigsawed Destiny (poly AU, Max, Daniel, Lando, Carlos, Lewis, Charles) Shh you don't see this but also a Webbonso in the works because Fernando.... I wanna eat him and I see pics of him when he was Age Appropriate and I am rabid. I am hitting him with the pussification beam yes. Anyway.

Stranger Things (Mungrove):

Yellow Tape (Sexual discovery AU)

Thanks for tagging me :) I am happy to talk about any of these pls talk to me :) <3<3<3

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"Art created through the self shatterment of a young woman, alone and cold, solitude her best friend, is Art not everyone could understand."

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I am trying to finish my maxiel fic but y'all need to not be sUCH DICKS IN THE COMMENTS IM GONNA FUCKING EAT MY LAPTOP ITS GOT TAGS FOR A FUCKING REASON I HATE YOU PEOPLE

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I was eighteen. Innocent. A Virgin. Part 3

Daniel always thought things happened in threes. So even though he was driving for a different team and he didn’t get to spend as much time with Max, he still found the omega. Nineteen years old, crashed on the first turn on the 40th lap after being pushed too wide. 

He was moping, pouting around the straw of his bottle, glaring at a wall like it owed him money. Daniel had taken fifth, pushing his car farther than it had gone that season, work to be done but it felt good to get points, to not be last. 

Or to have crashed out. 

“Hey Max.” Daniel had said when Max didn’t move his eyes away from the wall, even though he had to have heard the door close. Max looked over to him, lips drawn up to show his teeth, eyes squinted, snarling at whoever was bothering him, before he realized it was Daniel. Then his face melted and he spit his straw out to really pout. 

“Daniel” is all he said before reaching up, looking absolutely ridiculous as he silently asked for a hug, hands grabbing the air. Daniel rolled his eyes and indulged the omega. He sat down next to him, their legs squishing together as Max clung to his side, arms wrapped under the alpha’s arms, huffing. 

He smelled absolutely disgustingly sweet, like refrigerator coolant. All nail polish remover and honey. Daniel made a face, knowing at least Max wouldn’t see him trying to fight off a gag. 

Daniel didn’t say anything as Max huffed and puffed against his neck, hair shower clean, nose cold against the alpha’s neck. Daniel rubbed across Max’s back, eyebrows coming together as he felt the muscle there. When did that happen? When did Max get… He had sleek strength not muscles. Not like a man. Not… Daniel stopped his train of confused thought as Max sniffled. He pulled back to see the omega’s pushed out bottom lip and his glossy eyes. Max looked up at him, so pretty, eyelashes dark and fluttering as he tried to hold back the tears that were teasing to spill over. 

“Max…” Daniel said softly, looking down at the omega, when did he start getting stubble? When did he- 

“I didn’t even finish. Everyone’s mad at me and I made a mess in my fireproofs and it got on the seat and- and-” Max started to say, big crocodile tears welling in his eyes. Daniel didn’t see his Max anymore, because this sniveling little thing, even if he was as tall as Daniel now, was still just a pup who had the world on his shoulders. Daniel patted his back, giving him a sad smile. There he was. 

“Done now. We’re done with it though. You’ll get it next time. Come on, got us at the same hotel! We can just crash for a while.” Daniel said, trying to offer a little comfort. He rubbed a hand over Max’s shoulder, hand dipping back to catch the back of his neck, when did his scruff start to go down? He spread his hand over the omega’s nape, giving it a squeeze. Max gasped, eyes fluttering before he sniffled, rubbing his nose, and nodding. He rubbed at his eyes before nodding, stronger, and peeling himself away from Daniel’s side. 

Daniel peeked around corners, getting Max to his car without getting snagged by anyone for an interview or a camera’s flash. He knew most of the sneakways to get from the paddock out to where they parked their personal cars. Max followed, hand finding Daniel’s in the shadows, he intertwined their fingers, their wrists, their scent glands, just a hair from rubbing together. Daniel tried not to think of it. Tried not to think of Max all curled up in bed, stretched out on his mattress, all warm and at ease, scented with Daniel’s own smell. He shook his head when they found his car. 

“You can sit in the back Max, you don’t have to sit in the front.” Daniel said, not wanting to embarrass Max, but he knew the omega preferred sitting in the back after a race, liked being able to sink down in the seat, even in the heavily tinted vehicle, he liked the extra privacy. Max nodded and squeezed the alpha’s hand before going to climb into the car. 

Daniel let Max be quiet, let him rock back and forth in the back passenger seat of his car, let him suck on his two forefingers, mindless to the world as they crept away from the crowds, driving farther away to a private hotel. He just kept glancing at the rearview mirror, eyes flashing up at every sniffle, every rumple of clothes against the seat as Max shifted again. He ignored the few times Max let out breathy pitchy whines, moving around in his seat, legs moving around trying to get comfortable, he pretended he didn’t hear the crinkle of a slick pad. 

“Max? You want me to call the med team? Did you tell them you’re still having these- um…” Daniel asked as he pulled up to the hotel, they would pull his car around to park. He turned and looked at Max, who reluctantly pulled his fingers from between his soft lips, a string of spit connecting them before Max swirled his tongue and swallowed. A visual which had Daniel a little lost for words. 

“Pseudo heats. And no. Don’t want anybody near me.” Max grumbled and opened his door, wet fingers and all. It took Daniel a second to catch up, following the omega once he tossed his keys to the concierge. He’d just make sure Max was safe up in his room, just having his back. He could spend the night drinking and partying with La- 

When the elevator doors closed Max let his head roll over, resting against Daniel’s shoulder. Anybody except Daniel, it was a clear message. Daniel smiled and reached up to his own neck, rubbing away some of the scent guard there to let Max smell him. The omega’s cold nose found the offered gland, nosing at it gently, soft lips catching on the alpha’s shoulder as he relaxed, letting the alpha’s scent wrap around his brain. 

Daniel stood still, letting Max lay against him, when did he get so heavy? Max made a grumpy sigh when the doors opened, trudging down the hall towards his room. 

“Want me to get you something to eat? I’m starving.” Daniel asked as they got to Max’s room, a downgrade, a single king. Max huffed and flopped down face first onto his mattress, whining as he rubbed his face against the blanket, kicking his shoes off in the process. Daniel watched, laughing as Max rolled and huffed fully onto the bed, twisting and whining until he was in the center, clothes rucked up and rumpled, top buttons of his shirt popped open, belt opened in its loops.  

“Comfortable?” Daniel asked, smiling down at the omega, who nodded, eyes half lidded, content. The space filled with that- that whatever it was when the two of them were alone lately. It had started right as they returned to the track. Was it that Max was coming into his scent, an omegan scent so genuine, or maybe it was that Max had grown more confident… 

Staring down at him, skin a blushing pink, lips so soft and inviting, eyes sharp as ever, sliver of hip, of plush soft hip, on display, smelling ever so sweet but with a hint of something richer, something like a spring day breaking through the sickly sweetness. Staring down at him, Daniel felt… his chest hurt and he felt hot behind his ears. They didn’t need to say anything, Max just sat up on his elbows, looking at Daniel for a long moment before looking away.

“Can’t eat anything. ‘S not worth it. Just get what you want.” Max grumbled and sat up all the way, dragging a duffel bag out from under the bed. Daniel gave him a sad smile, knowing Max loved to eat but had to watch it closely during the season. He cut so aggressively before the season started and had to keep it all off. He could still call him up something, something the dietician wouldn’t kill him over. 

“I’m on the next floor down. I’ll be back before the food comes up.” Daniel explained, not looking at Max, knowing he had that lip, those eyes all sad. He felt his heart ping when all Max responded with was a noncommittal hum. He scrubbed a hand through Max’s hair before leaving, calling the lobby in the hallway. They could at least eat together. 

They sat together at the small table, Max on the bed, legs crossed with a blanket over his lap, Daniel in the chair, both dressed for a night in. Max in his pajamas, flannel plants and a big shirt, Daniel in a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie over a t-shirt. Max didn’t wanna talk. He ate fast, eyes caught on whatever evening TV was on, shifting around, rocking and squirming around. Daniel tried not to think about it, tried to ignore the crinkle of a slick pad, tried to make this- to not make Max feel embarrassed. 

He forced his brain not to think about it. Tried not to think that of course that richer smell, the one buried under all that sick sweetness, had to be the smell of Max’s slick. He wasn’t even in a true heat and he was still slicking, still ready, still wanting, still wanting to be around Daniel. The alpha tried not to get red in the face at that thought. Max trusted him, really trusted him, to be wet and whiney and genuine around him. Daniel liked being around the omega, he was a good friend, but this wasn’t friendship, was it? When did Max decide to trust Daniel so implicitly? When did he make such a grown up decision by himself? Daniel just sat, it was easy, sitting with Max, giving him a little comfort. Letting him just be. 

Of course Max was never an easy person to be around though. Never able to read a room and act like you’d expect. So as Daniel finished his food, ready to watch Max wrangle himself into his bed, and say goodnight, just as he was about to start his escape plan, the omega spoke up from where he was laying out over the blankets on his bed. 

“Sleep with me.” Max said as he looked at the alpha, hands rubbing over his own neck, rubbing his ears, body unable to hold still as his instincts begged for something he didn’t know. He was red faced, button lip caught in his teeth, looking at Daniel like he was holy salvation. And Daniel choked on his own spit, throwing him into a coughing fit. 

He whipped around to look at Max. Nineteen, fresh, young, nineteen. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head. It would be fine. Max was an adult, he could make his own decisions. Was it just the heat talking, it wasn’t even a real heat, Max just wanted something biologically, he could. He really could do it. Daniel could wrap his hands around those soft hips, press a million kisses to those soft lips, he could treat Max so nicely, make him feel so good, take away all the hurt, all the discomfort. Make him so happy. He could make omega so happy.

“Just till I fall asleep. I- Please?” Max asked, and Daniel let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Sleep with him. He laughed, laughing at himself as he brought his hands up to rub over his face. What a pervert, he thought to himself as he felt his cheeks heat up, thinking about his friend, his ex-teammate, an innocent omega like that. God, he was going to hell. He smiled and let out a relieved sigh. 

“Yeah Max, I’ll hang out for a while. Get comfy.” Daniel said as he shook his head, gritting his teeth as he forced all those indecent thoughts from his head. He didn’t need to stink up the room with sex scenting and give Max some sort of complex. 

Max smiled, eyes going scrinchy as he started to dig into the bed, pulling the blankets in certain ways, stuffing a pillow between his knees, rolling and huffing till he was just right. Daniel turned down the lights, clicked off the TV, and left only the small lamp by the door on. 

Daniel stood on the side of the bed towards the door. He just looked at Max, pink cheeked and bundled up tightly in his blankets. That’s the next world champion. 

“Daniel! Please, I’m so tired…” Max complained and wiggled, making his wants obvious. Curled up on his side, leaving more space to his back. He was a little spoon. 

Daniel took a breath in the darkness of the room. What was he doing? Eight years younger than him, an omega, an unmated omega in heat no less, and his ex teammate. Getting snuggled. In his comfy hotel bed. 

What was life if not unexpected. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll hold you till you're asleep. Then I’m gonna… I’ll go back to my room” Daniel said softly, unable to fight off the fondness that crept in. It made Max feel strange in the middle, like a melted ice cream sandwich. 

Daniel carefully got on the bed, putting just enough space between them. He’d never been so grateful for piles of hotel blankets before. He took a breath, that sweet sweet smell was damping down, but that richer, it was almost flowery, scent was replacing it. It was airy and light, Daniel wanted to really find it, wanted to get a good breath of it. But that was- 

“This okay Max? Tell me and I’ll move, I’ll leave if you need.” Daniel said as he tossed his arm loosely over Max’s torso, letting his wrist end up in front of his face. Max curled up a little farther, knees bent up, arms tuck up around him, blankets heavy. 

“’S perfect. Thank you Daniel.” Max mumbled, little huffs of his breath coming out, hitting the sensitive skin over the alpha’s wrist. Daniel listened to him, his breathing slowing down, that sick scent lifting more and more, the floral smell coming through clearer. 

“Night, Max.” Daniel whispered before resigning himself to hold perfectly still. 

“Nigh, Danny, houd van je” Max mumbled, dutch words slurred out and leaned forward enough to nudge at the alpha’s fingers with his forehead. Daniel let Max mouth at his hand for a moment before he settled down, almost instantly falling asleep. 

Daniel stayed longer than he should have. Just to make sure Max was sleeping. Then he laid there thinking of those words. He was sure he’d heard them before, he knew a smidge of dutch. He could try to tell them to translate and see if anything comes up. Did Max realize what he’d said? And Daniel laid there listening to Max’s breathing, eyelashes so long against his cheekbones, lips a little parted, so pretty. 

Daniel should have left when the omega’s legs started to rub together. He knew he should have left. But those little huffs Max started letting out, the way his lips parted, how his body was wiggling and shifting under his blankets, his eyes staying closed. Daniel got up, forcing himself to go towards the door, even if he stood, hand on the doorhandle, and watched as Max rolled onto his belly, not rubbing down onto the mattress, but lifting his hips up. Covered in the nice white blankets, his hips lifted up off the bed, his knees bending to shove his bottom up in the air, just a little, just a tease of a presentation. 

Daniel stood frozen, the heat that was settled behind his ears was rushing down through him, he didn’t realize the growl that was rumbling through his chest until Max, sweet beautiful perfect Max, rolled back to his side, stirring a little. 

Daniel thought his teeth would break as he hid away in his own room. What was he doing? He got into an ice cold shower because he refused to touch himself to the thought of Max. No matter how perfect he looked, hips shoved up in the air, begging for a fuck. He didn’t give himself a stroke thinking about how good Max would sound in bed, how soft he would be, how he’d taste- 

“Fuck!” Daniel shouted and slapped his hands onto his face, couching down in the shower, letting the freezing water hit his back. He was going to hell. And he deserved it.

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Ok Jayce except

Fashion design/ seamstress Viktor. He’s a chemical engineering major but on the side he makes and sells clothes. His apartment is a mess of fabric and books and too many white boards.

He’s a thrifting menace, pulling apart clothes and making new, buying clearanced fabric and dyeing or embroidering them, he used anything for anything.

He made a lot of his own clothes, purple shimmer long sleeves, baggy pants that fit over his brace but don’t pull him down, underwear that he could wear a pad with and have the waistband come up over his trousers.

With his tattoos, big bold black lines that shocked down his pale skin everywhere, and his decorated cane, and his shimmer under clothes he liked looking just a little off. Not quite human, not quite not. He was not very popular.

X

Jayce who has eight pairs of the exact same jeans. Who’s wore the same brand and kind of underwear since he was twelve, who has thirty pairs of the exact same socks and no others. Who is Fine never changing his look ever. His mama cuts his hair the same way, he wears the same clothes the same way.

He’s handsome, tall, smart, and plays a mean game of rugby. He’s everything and everyone knows him.

And he knows Viktor. He saw Viktor in the front row of a seminar they had to attend, seeing his blond streak of hair and sparkly arms under his black vest, and he was hooked.

Jayce thinks Viktor’s amazing and Viktor finds Jayce heartbreakingly endearing.

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I was eighteen. Innocent. A Virgin. Part 2

It didn’t happen again. It didn’t. 

For a year. 

Then it happened again. Same track. This time Max won. His second win of the season. 

He was eighteen, he’d gone through his first heat alone, some tabloids say with discreet medical assistants but Daniel knew better. Mostly because Max had smiled at him and proudly said that he’d handled it all by himself. Max had said it in a bragging way, like he was gloating, overly proud. Daniel did feel a little proud of him, it was a big deal, and Max felt comfortable enough to tell him about it. Their week off had left him buzzing with lingering post-heat energy. 

But then Max was flying in first, seconds and seconds before the next car, and he was so happy. Daniel had pushed and forced his way to him after, pulling him into a hug, jumping and screaming, Max glowing and red faced. 

That’s when he caught it. A new scent. 

Max didn’t smell the same. He smelled like… sea salt perfume samples and old books. Horrible smell, chemically and a little mildewy. It wasn’t a delighted omega, it wasn’t tempting or sweet. 

“You alright?” Daniel whispered in his ear before pulling away from the hug. Max was bouncing, smiling so wide, eyes scrunched up. He was so happy. 

“Can you- would you- after everything can you take me to the hotel? And…” Max asked but stopped, suddenly a little nervous, flinching a little. His hand landed on his lower stomach for a second before he dropped it, looking at Daniel’s confused face. 

“You can’t anymore. ’Cause I’m older now. It wouldn’t be… proper.” Max finally finished as he looked towards the ground, his smile dropping a little bit. Daniel huffed and shook his head, hand going to the back of Max’s neck. Max was an adult now. Daniel had been an adult. It would be a media hell storm if it came out but Max was still his good friend, his buddy, the racer who’s looked up to him for years, the omega who found comfort in his embrace.  

“Max? Hey, look at me. Come on~” Daniel said, rubbing a hand over Max’s back, waiting till the omega was looking back up at him. 

“You might be legal now but that doesn’t make you any less a puppy. I’ll wait up for you. I know we have separate rooms but I’ll come make sure you get to bed okay. You’re the big winner! Celebrate!” Daniel said and smiled widely, making Max smile again. 

“There he is! I’ll be waiting, promise.” Daniel reassured as Max perked back up and nodded, wiping his face before going to go get pictures and get fawned over. He had a weird gate, his steps coming a little uneven. Daniel smiled, watching the back of Max’s head, his sweaty hair, the pink of his neck, strong, begging for a bite with that ridiculous blush that bloomed at his nape. 

Daniel talked to reporters, talked to the other drivers, turned Fernando down for a party bus trip, and watched recaps, amazed at the way Max dominated the track. 

That was the next world champion. Damn. 

It was getting late, Daniel laying on the small couch in the trailer, showered and in fresh comfy clothes and his flip flops, a nice big sweatshirt over his white undershirt. He was relaxing, half napping, half watching interviews and replays on the TV mounted to the wall. He looked at his phone, it was getting late. 

That’s when Max came in, sweaty in his team shirt and jeans, shaky and panting hard, eyes dazed, dizzy. He fell to his knees as soon as he closed the door behind him, trembling there, shaking as he wrapped his arms around himself. Daniel got to him fast, in an instant he was kneeling next to the omega, shushing him. 

“You want med? Max, you alright?” Daniel asked, one hand going to run comfortingly over Max’s back, the other checking his forehead for a fever. The younger man’s face was red and splotchy, eyes slowly finding the alpha’s face. 

“Stomach hurts. And ’m tired. Wanna sleep.” Max whined, a pout forming on his lips, tears welled up in his eyes. Daniel rubbed his back, getting his hand under the fabric to run over Max clammy skin. He was oddly cool, the night air having cooled the champagne and sweat down to his skin, leaving him sticky and cold. 

“I know Max, I know. Why don’t you sit here for a minute and calm down and I’ll get someone to let the car through and we can get you up to the hotel and all snuggled into bed. That sound good, buddy?” Daniel explained and Max nodded, not moving from the floor but trying to take deeper breaths. He put his hands down to the floor, holding himself up,taking a breath in through his nose, out through his mouth. 

Daniel pulled his phone out with one hand, leaving one on Max’s back, speaking quietly but sternly and soon with some heavily implied words, a sleek black car was pulled outside the trailer waiting. He cringed when Max cried out when he stood up, taking away all contact. Max didn’t want to get up off the floor, shaking his head stubbornly. 

“Come on Max, let’s get going. I’ll get you a water from the fridge. A nice cold water, yeah?” Daniel offered, knowing how thirsty Max must’ve been. He drank a lot of water anyway, but in heat, or pseudo heat, it was very tempting. Tempting enough to get Max up on wobbly legs and into the car. 

Max wiggled against the car's upholstery the entire ride, sipping his water and running his hands over his arms, his legs, rubbing over his lower stomach. He winced, knees hiking up, face twisting up for a minute before he let out a jagged breath. 

“Cramps?” Daniel asked in a hushed voice as they got closer to the hotel, noticing more and more that Max was rubbing and pressing at his hips and stomach. Max nodded, bottom lip poked out, looking over at Daniel like he could fix it. He wished he could, wished he could make Max feel better. He deserved better, deserved to have a night to not have to think about his designation. 

Daniel gave him a sad smile and ran his hand up to the back of his neck, lightly grasping him there, grounding him, not quite scruffing him into submission, but giving him something to help him calm down. He quickly left the car when they pulled up to the side entrance to the hotel, guiding Max through to the elevator by a hand on his lower back. 

Max tried to keep up, he was trying, even with his wonky gate and his aching stomach, he was exhausted on top of it all, and having a big adrenaline dump. He trudged his way to the elevator, leaning into Daniel’s side as soon as the doors shut, letting his eyes slip closed. 

The first issue arose when they got to Max's room and Daniel realized there was no way in hell he could put Max to bed with how stinking and filthy he was. Daniel had to take the keycard from Max’s hands to get them into the room, he was so tired. But finally standing still, Max clinging to his front, hugging him loosely, rubbing his face across Daniel’s shoulder, he finally smelled him. Awful mildew, sweat, and stale alcohol. There was no way that wouldn’t make him sick in the morning, smell alone. 

“Hey Max? Max!” Daniel called and had to push Max away from him to get his attention. Max looked at him, eyes all blown big, bottom lip trembling from being pushed away. Daniel shook his head, this is the guy that terrorized the track and won by eighth seconds a few hours ago. 

“You think you can make yourself a nice little nest while I run you a bath? You gotta get clean before going to bed. You stink.” Daniel explained and Max looked at the pristine bed and then back at Daniel, eyes hitting somewhere on his collar bone as he shook his head. Daniel sighed and resigned himself. Of course Max still didn’t nest himself. 

“Alright. Come on.” Daniel sighed, hand coming to rub over his face. He was tired too. But the way Max smiled at him, that sweet little smile like he was so pleased, so content… Daniel couldn’t argue. He moved towards the bathroom, letting Max catch his hand on the short walk. 

Max sat himself on the floor, yanking his sneakers off, letting them fall halfhazard around the tiles. Daniel ran the large tub full of water, adding some bubbles because he thought that would probably be something the pup would like. He smiled to himself, this was one of his best friends but right in the moment he was struggling to get his shirt up off his pink skin, blushy and warm, mind dumbed down like every other heat dizzy teenager. 

When Max was wiggling on the floor, his damp jeans stuck to his skin, leaving him in a pair of soaked blue briefs, Daniel knew it was time to take his leave. The bath was full and warm, bubbly and smelling fresh. He only watched for a minute, only looked at Max’s soft belly, his hairless chest, his pink cheeks, his little feet, for only a minute. He could blame his exhaustion. 

“Alrighty Maxy-Max. Get all washed up in here and I’ll set some clothes out so you can get all cozy in bed when you get out.” Daniel explained and Max looked up at him, mouth open breathing, eyes droopy tired, and nodded jerkily. 

Daniel left him in the bathroom, keeping an ear out just in case, and dug through Max's suitcase. He tried not to be too invasive, he didn’t look in the black silk drawstring bag Max had poorly hidden in a pantleg, he didn’t look at the package of slick pads as he grabbed one, he didn’t touch the little bag at the bottom of the hardshell case. He found some clean underwear, a pair of fluffy blue plaid pajama pants, and then stopped when he found Max's shirts. He just picked one he’d seen the younger sleep in before, grey with a cat on the front, oversized and worn soft.  

He looked at the bathroom door, picturing Max all curled up trying to get through his sickness without any help. Max was such a stubborn ass, he’d turn people away, Daniel was sure. Maybe. He let Daniel help so maybe he was more… easy going when in heat. Maybe it was Daniel only. 

The alpha stared at the door, that thought stuck in his brain. Was it only him? Max usually steered clear of alphas, usually kept a little distance. Especially since his birthday…. Daniel blinked, looking down at the clothes in his hands. 

And then took his sweatshirt off. He folded it and put it with the rest of the pajamas, leaving them on the bed for Max to find, slick pad stuffed between the layers. He was grateful for his undershirt, at least he was covered. 

“Max, I’m gonna wait on the balcony. Just tell me when you’re dressed again, okay? Only when you’re dressed all the way.” Daniel said loudly through the door. He heard a noise, high pitched and a bit squawkish, and assumed it was an affirmation. 

The balcony was small and square but welcoming. Mostly because Daniel needed to not smell Max. He was slowly falling into his scent. Daniel leaned against the railing as he thought about it. 

He didn’t get his scent all the way till he was almost twenty three. Max usually had a bit of a flowery flour scent, milky, sweet. Max only heated once a season, two a year. One on the off season, one… one during. Daniel had his ruts every three months till he was… twenty one. Maybe Max just didn’t need as much release. Daniel shook his head, telling himself not to think about Max and his release. 

He turned to look over the city and wondered what everyone else was doing. Charles was probably partying after his second place position. Pierre was probably with him. Lewis was probably replaying the race over and over again after coming in fourth. George was probably doing a spa treatment to himself. Carlos… Carlos was definitely partying. Definitely. He’d been on it when Daniel last saw him. 

“I’m dressed.” Daniel heard coming through the suite. Max sounded better, a little less breathy. He took a big calming breath before turning to go back to his friend. Friend. 

Max looked so little in Daniel’s sweatshirt. He liked baggy clothes and Max usually wore more form-fitted garments. But he was swimming in the soft fabric. He looked not just little but small. Kiddish. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were droopy, sleeve covered hands coming up to wipe at his damp face, water dripping from his hairline. He smelled better at least. There was a tinge of something in his smell, a powdery dusty smell. Daniel couldn’t place it. It was a little… gross. 

“Think that shirt’ll help you sleep?” Daniel asked and grabbed Max's shoulders giving them a light squeeze. Max looked down at it on him, looking down at his own torso, nose flaring as he took in a big breath. 

“It’s like being hugged. I like it. I feel a lot better.” Max said and smiled a little, finally looking up at the alpha. Daniel squeezed him again before looking at the bed. 

“Long day Maxypants. Let’s get you to bed and I’ll see you in the morning, alright? We can snag breakfast together?” Daniel asked as he turned Max towards the bed, wrists rubbing over his back, scenting the fabric a little more. Max nodded and flopped down on the bed, a mess of kicking legs and grabbing hands until he got wrangled under the blankets, curled up and cozy. Daniel huffed and pulled his hands away, letting the omega get comfortable by himself. 

“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Just text me if you need something. I’ve got your second keycard.” Daniel said and walked towards the door, patting the card in his pocket. Max watched him, eyes glued to him as he got to the door. 

Daniel looked back at him, hand on the door handle, and just… looked. Their eyes were glued together, no tension, no heat, just… something warm and swiggly that made them both stay still for far too long, staring at each other in the darkness. 

“Goodnight, Max.” Daniel finally said, forcing his eyes to the floor as his hand wrapped around the doorknob. He could feel those blue eyes still on him though, even as the omega’s voice floated into the air. 

“Night, Danny.” Max said and the words fell onto Daniel in a way that had him statue still for a minute. Because Max sounded so soft. Not kidding, not playing, just genuine and soft, sweatshirt collar pulled up to his nose, snuggled in bed, gentle. The alpha left before he couldn’t. Before he crawled into that bed like his instincts were screaming to do. Like his heart was pulling him to. He walked quickly away from the omega’s door. In the morning Max was dressed for breakfast, smiling as he returned the sweatshirt, now reeking of mold and sour milk, apologizing for the smell, blaming a bad dream. Daniel relaxed, his Max. Because when he was in heat, pseudo heat, whatever, Max wasn’t his. At least that’s what Daniel told himself to keep himself sane.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Daniel Ricciardo, Omega Verse, Omega Max Verstappen, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Max Verstappen Needs a Hug, Bottom Max Verstappen, Soft Max Verstappen, Max Verstappen Loves Daniel Ricciardo, Top Daniel Ricciardo, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Lingerie, Panties, Men Crying, Maxiel - Freeform, Sex, No Underage Sex Summary:

Max would always be a puppy in Daniel's eyes. He still had that milky sweet scent stuck to his soft skin, that giggle that made everyone want to smile. Maybe that's why it was such a shock when Max... grew into himself. When his muscles got bigger, when he got heavy and defined, when he was suddenly not wanting a suck-top bottle and his blanket when he was in heat and instead wanted himself different. When he wanted Daniel.

Or 3 times Max just wanted his Daniel to take care of him in pseudo-heat and 1 time he wanted alpha to knot him during his real heat.