#pup daniel snippets

[marswasnothere]

Unfortunately it seems my body actively hates me and I am sick for the second time this fUCKING YEAR

Anyway

I’m rereading the pup Daniel snippets and thought I’d tell you my fave parts

“Mmm… th’orange one…” comes Daniel’s voice, muffled between Max’s pecs — or tits.

“You like the orange collar, yes?”

“‘s your colour… ‘m your doggy…”

Out of their vast collection of collars, Daniel picks the first orange one that Max bought for him the most. The scent of his sweat is soaked into it, like a familiar perfume. Max loves it too. A proper Dutch orange, not papaya.

This REALLY grabbed me like I became obsessed with this aspect, Max having tits, Daniel calling himself Max’s doggy, the idea of the Dutch orange collar bc booooooo McLaren tomato throw tomato throw

“And you are wearing one of those inflatable vests with the handle at the back that little puppies wear on boats so they do not drooown.”

Despite the choice of words, Daniel humps his leg harder, like he can’t understand english but knows the cutesy, teasing voice Max uses is for him and him only.

He is so deep in pupspace omg. Him not being able to understand English like he really is a dog?? Chefs kiss

Daniel can be an obedient doggy when Maxie puts out his hand for him to spit. Daniel does so, he knows his commands.

He’s such an intelligent puppy!! Tbh the entirety of Treat time is perfect, love the stream of consciousness from somehow who isn’t quite a person at that point

“Daniel, up a bit,” he whispers, “move back a bit, like tha– that! Yes! Yesss, fuck– fuck, good pu—uppy!”

I FUCKING LOVE SUB TOPS!!!!!! He’s so obedient 🥰🥰

Max is hoping for a ‘yes, daddy’ — just so he can say ‘good boys don’t let themselves get hurt’ — but feels Daniel tilt his head against his neck. That tilt always means ‘maybe’, or ‘both’, or ‘not sure’ in their playtime depending on the question, so he pokes Daniel for a verbal answer.

Daddy kink? 👀👀 does Daniel ever actually call Max daddy, I don’t recall seeing it in the rest of the fic. Daniel also tilting his head like dogs do when they’re confused AHHHHHHHHHHH

“Are you sure?” he asks, hand on Daniel's hip, “…Is puppy sure?”

“Is puppy sure?” Hi, here lies fairy anon, dead from horny

“Aww, is it too much?” Max teases, “one little finger is too much for my pup to deal with?”

Gentle humiliation yippee!! Like Daniel’s so overwhelmed from the barest of touches

“There you go, all good, get it aaall out,” Max says as he keeps milking his cock head, watching Daniel go slack and twitchy from the stimulation.

I think Max should milk Daniel. For scientific reasons of course

“Maxieee, this puppy still wants to plaaay…” he says, hoping it provokes Max to return the favour.

So it seems I have a thing for Maxiel explicitly referring to Daniel as puppy instead of using his name

"Ohhh nooo, we cannot fuck normal style anymore?"

"Max-!"

"Oh no, you can't cum normal anymooore, only my legs and table legs and the sofa pillows and-"

I can literally hear Max say this but more importantly, I now say “normal style” all the time so I’m blaming you

- 🧚🏻

OH MY GOD THIS A GOD SEND OF A MESSAGE TO SEND A FIC AUTHOR I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

mclaren slander as revenge for daniel is always a must. 2022 mclaren specifically, oscars chill i like him

I LOOOOVE the idea of pup daniel being so woozy and spacey that english doesnt make sense to him. but also. Max speaking to him in dutch so all Daniel hears is vague human sounds that his poor lil doggy ears can't understand

stream of consciousness fics my loves. also dialogue only fics (you know i absolutely love opening/ending a fic or chapter with a dialogue only segment)

DOMINANT. BOTTOMS. GETTING. FUCKED. BY. THEIR. PUPPY. SUBS!!!!!!!

i love sprinkling in a daddy kink. hes already a little baby dog so why not call max daddy hmmmmmmm

rip.

ONE LITTLE FINGER IS TOO MUUUUUCH. me. but also yesyeysysyeyssssssss

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

"Oh nee Danyul, we are now of course kinky freaky guys we cannot fuck normal style, oh nee, how saaaaad"

anyway im kissing you on the mouth

[preet-01]

Fics Masterlist

Multi Ship

Daniel’s Day at a Kissing Booth (College AU: Maxiel, Dewis, Jenson/Daniel)

The Viscountess Wolff (Regency AU: Lewis/Toto & Elkilton)

ASOIAF AU (Sebastidan, implied Sebastian/Max)

We've Never Hooked Up Part 2 (Elkilton, Lewis/Toto, Implied George/Toto)

Daniel and His Harem of Boyfriends

Ch. 1 ● Ch. 2 ● Ch. 3 ● Ch. 4 ●

Blurbs

Max ● Dosh First Meeting ● Dewis ● Josh Persona Non-Grata ● Chaniel Vegas ● Dosh Playoffs Loss Comfort ● Dosh RB Car Launch ● Boyfriends Against Will Buxton ● Grill the Grid ● Boyfriends Against RB Sponsor

Maxiel

Max Universe Switcharoo

Max False Pregnancy

Zandvoort 2023 - “Are You Hurt?”

Movie Star Daniel/Bodyguard Max

Tattoo Me

"Do You Want Me To Stay?"

Batman AU ● Batman’s Lip Freckle

WAG Max

Renaissance AU Part 1 (Daniel)

Game of Thrones AU

Gravitating Closer

Reincarnation

The Beauty of Their Dreams (Political AU)

Ch. 1 ● Ch. 2 ● Ch. 3 ● Ch. 4 ●

Blurbs

First Meeting ● Iowa Campaign Trail ● Why Daniel Married Max ● Daniel Choosing a College ●

Elkilton (LHxJE)

Lewis Signs With Ferrari

Valentine's Day

Domestic Snippet

John Courting Lewis

Saudi Arabian GP 2024

Accidental Marriage

HOTD AU

Take A Risk

Ch. 1 ● Ch. 2 ● Ch. 3

Scaniel

Scotty's Wedding

Scanielax Historical AU P2

Sewis

Lewis to Ferrari

Detective/Art Thief (past brocedes)

Dewis

Painting with Pups

Fake Dating

College AU

Angel/Demon AU

WAG Lewis

Helmet Designer Daniel

Royalty AU

Part 1 (Lewis) ● Part 2 (Daniel)

Brocedes

Undercover Agents

Elevators

Sebcedes

Omegaverse Unplanned Pregnancy

Dosh

LA to Buffalo: Or What Daniel Does During the Vegas GP

Post-Game Rituals

Daniel/Jenson

Professor/Student AU ● Part 2

Stuck on a Deserted Island

Tudor AU

Other

Comfort (Daniel/Blake)

Omega Lewis (Lewis/Charles)

Single Parent AU (Dando)

[ocean-prose]

Help me decide what to write next!

Now that Between Friends has been published, I'd like to keep the train on the tracks. There's two options: 1) a maxiel fic featuring a hospital meet cute between physio!max and peloton instructor!daniel and 2) a lestappen OmegaxOmega friends-to-lovers with a pup fic. I have added snippets of both below the cut <3

maxiel hospital meet cute:

If you’d told Daniel he’d wind his ass in the hospital at the ripe age of thirty-three, he would’ve laughed. Well, maybe he could’ve imagined himself doing so, but perhaps for more…noble reasons.

None of that mattered now, when he could barely keep his eyes open against the sluggish haze that clouded his mind like a heavy fog covering the ground in an early-morning blanket. The lights were dimmed, only some sunlight peeking in from around the edges of closed blinds. To his left, he could make out the blurred edges of a young, curly-haired man carefully draping a flat sheet over a straight-backed chair, tucking it into where the backrest meets the seat. Whoever it was before him, they didn’t register that Daniel had his eyes open before his suffocating exhaustion pulled them shut once more. With the fleeting thought of how the crick in the back of his neck hurt like a bitch, he slipped back into unconsciousness while his visitor continued to place things into the seat of the chair with practiced ease.

He awoke again with a start from sharp knocking on the door to his room. Lifting the leaden weight that was his head, Daniel flicked his gaze over to where a different young man was slowly striding closer to the bed, rubbing something into the skin of his hands until they came away dry.

“Good morning! Are you Daniel?” The mystery man’s voice was smooth, somehow deep but bright all at once, and colored with a vaguely French-sounding accent that wasn’t uncommon to the area. He kept his dark hair tamed back by a red bandana around his head, and although half of his face was obscured by a surgical mask, Daniel could see his smile from the way his eyes squinted into crescent moons.

“That would be me,” Daniel rasped, only now aware of how his throat was parched and aching. He brought his left hand towards his opposite shoulder to cough into the crook of his elbow, stopped short by the stinging pull of the IV in the back of his hand.

“I’m Charles, I’m with occupational therapy. Your doctor wants you to start getting up and moving this morning,” the man–Charles–clarifies in a reciting tone that’s indicative of this being how he begins his interactions with most patients.

“Morning?” Daniel asked as he pressed the heel of his hands into his eye sockets and began to rub. “What time is it?”

Charles uncapped a dry erase marker and began to write his name on Daniel’s board under where it read ‘Occupational Therapist,’ the squeak of it against the plastic filling the brief silence. Then, as succinctly as the snap of the marker’s lid, he answered, “Ten o’clock.” Charles turned back to face Daniel once more and pulled a piece of paper folded into quarters and a pen out of the pocket of his scrubs. “Max will join us shortly, he’s finishing up with another patient–he’s your physiotherapist.”

Over Charles’ shoulder, Daniel spied that this ‘Max’ was written on the board as well in Charles’ scratchy handwriting. The name of his nurse, and the date, and ‘Welcome to the Surgical Unit!’ scrawled in loopy letters was also present, as if any wing of any hospital was where anyone willingly and cheerfully found themselves. The click of a pen and Charles’ voice pulled Daniel’s attention away from his staring contest with the wall, and he swallowed any other questions that wandered aimlessly about the back of his tongue.

“I just need to ask you some things before we get started. Is it alright if I turn on a light?” Charles inquired, already reaching a hand towards the call light whose cord was looped around the bedrail by Daniel’s head.

“Sure.”

“I’ll try not to make it too bright, since you just woke up,” Charles said lowly, half to Daniel and half to himself as he untangled the remote and found the button he was looking for. The lamp on the wall above Daniel’s head flicked on, bathing everything beneath it in a soft, yellow light.

“There, that’s better. Is it too bright, or is it okay?”

“It’s alright,” Daniel assured him. It felt like Charles had the need to ask and ensure about every little thing he did before doing them, a sort of placating gesture that had the potential to get annoying quickly. Then again, Daniel didn’t work face-to-face with people on a daily basis. Perhaps this behavior was necessary for Charles to make it through the day without his head getting bitten off.

Charles pulled out his paper and pen once more, the tip poised to begin to document, when a few more rapid knocks came from the door.

“Hello,” another voice rang gently through the air, its vowels drawn out and preceding the entrance of another scrub-clad man into Daniel’s room. Like Charles, he was rubbing his hands together in a wringing motion before he gave them a quick shake and dug his own paper from his pocket.

“Ah, nice of you to finally join us, Emilian,” Charles teased lightly. They looked to be about the same age. “We were about to start all the fun without you.”

Daniel only had time to cock an eyebrow before the new man at his bedside rolled his eyes at the possibly-but-possibly-not playful banter.

“Surely you wouldn’t have done that without me,” he shot back, patting his right hand around his leg until he procured his pen. His accent was different to Charles’, a bit harder around the edges and not as melodic. “You know, of course, the fun doesn’t truly begin until I show up.”

His vocal quality struck Daniel as strange but intriguing, his words hoarse as if he too woke up this morning with his throat burning and dry. Maybe he had a cold, or laryngitis.

Blue eyes, with long, pretty lashes, now focused on Daniel, their gaze intense from above the top of his mask before softening almost imperceptibly.

“I’m Max, I’m with physiotherapy. How are you this morning?”

Daniel’s eyes flicked down to the collar of Max’s shirt where his badge was clipped in place. Underneath the hospital’s name and logo was a small employee photo revealing what he looked like without a mask, a wide mouth schooled into a careful smile that unveiled a row of straight teeth. ‘Max V.’ was printed below it in a bold typeface, followed by his credentials and ‘Physiotherapist’ along the bottom. Daniel glanced over at his counterpart to read ‘Charles L.’ on his.

Although Charles was by no means a small man, Max had a bit of a bulkier build about him, the sleeves of his scrubs pulling against the tight line of his broad shoulders. Charles' build was perhaps more akin to Daniel's–all lean muscle with sharper definition. Compact, almost.

Max had substance.

"Oh, I'm--I'm doing alright, I guess," Daniel stammered lightly, a microscopic shake of his head clearing post-anesthesia fueled thoughts of vague lust. "Charles here was about to start asking me some questions, I think."

“Lovely. I’d say I’m just in time, then.”

They asked him all sorts of things, mainly about what he did for work, the set-up of his apartment, his bathroom. Were there any stairs, or was there an elevator available? Did he have a tub or walk-in shower?

He tried his hardest to keep his smile genuine as he answered, "Nope. I'm a lone wolf over here," to the question of, 'Do you live with anybody,' pretending that his response didn't sting a little at his age. These guys probably had beautiful girlfriends waiting for them at home.

"Any assistive devices at home like a cane or a walker?" Max asked, still scribbling down Daniel's words. Daniel tried not to stare at his long fingers curled tightly around his pen, his blunt fingernails blanching slightly under the pressure one has when trying to write on a piece of paper without a hard backing.

"Mate, I'm thirty-three, I don't have any of that stuff."

Max only shrugged lightly, tipping his head to the side as he did so.

“Ah, you can never assume any of that, though,” he justified. “We are usually, however, working with patients that are much older than you.”

"Way to make a guy feel ancient there, Max."

At least Daniel could take pride in watching the portion of Max's chest that was visible above the neckline of his scrubs turn a pretty pink as he mumbled a small apology.

“Has the doctor come in to speak with you yet?” Charles asked once Max was finished. They seemed to have this down to a science, ping-ponging questions back and forth while Daniel looked between them like a spectator at a tennis match. One picked up where the other left off, the entire evaluation leaving Daniel feeling as if he was a part of a well-oiled, seamless dance. Or a fencing match–he couldn’t quite gauge what dynamic the two appeared to share.

“Uh, I don’t think so? At least not that I can remember.”

Moving to the foot of the bed, Max inquired, “What can you remember?” He flipped up the lid to a panel of buttons and held one down before shutting it once more.

“What, is it not in my chart, or something?”

"It is. We'd just like to hear it from your perspective."

*****

lestappen omegaxomega:

“I want to have a baby.”

Charles’ hand, which had been carding through Max’s thick hair, came to a stiffened halt.

“Like…like right now? Or, y’know…” Charles petered off, trying to find the right words, causing Max to turn his head and crack open one eye at him. “Like, eventually?” he finished lamely, unable to find eloquence between the shock and the late hour.

“Right now,” Max answered unflinchingly, fully rolling onto his back to gaze up at Charles, seemingly unaware of the crisis his words wrought upon his friend.

Now, Charles had known Max for almost fifteen years. He’d grown to appreciate his straight forward, no bullshit approach to things, delicately balanced with a cheeky sense of humor that sometimes toed the line of being absurd. Thought, of all the times Max has pulled his leg, this took the cake.

“Without an alpha?” Charles blurted out before grimacing. The resulting expression on Max’s face was one he’s seen many times before, the subtle hardening of his gaze that both intimidating and bordering on pouty and petulant. Charles blamed it on his stupidly plump lips.

“Yes, Charles, without an alpha.” Max pushed himself out of Charles’ lap, needing to re-level their power dynamic by looking him in the eye. He added to his angry kitten ensemble by crossing his arms over his chest. “Science, of course, has come a long way.”

Equally petulant, under the guise of wanting to protect his friend, Charles pressed, like one thumbs at a bruise, just to feel how much it would hurt. “Interesting, considering I’m the only one here who went to school and would know a thing or two about science.” The pang that flickered across Max’s face was confirmation that this, indeed, was going to hurt.

“You didn’t study that kind of science—you say this as if I would just make this decision on a whim like a moron. Fuck’s sake, Charles—” both chose to ignore the way Max’s voice cracked in the moment, “—obviously I’ve done my research.”

Max had always had an unnerving way of staring directly into the eyes of whoever was talking to him. Now was no different, and Charles never quite figured out if it was Max daring someone to challenge him, or a social cue he never quite got the hang of as a child. Regardless, whether it was its intended effect or not, it did have Charles lowering his hackles. And he could tell how the defiant arm cross was definitely more a way for Max to protect himself, the way he was ever so slightly curling in on himself, backed into a metaphorical corner.

It was Charles who broke first.

“Sorry…sorry, Max. That was no way me trying to insult your intelligence. Caught me off guard, I guess, just…why now? This seems out of nowhere.”

Max’s expression softened once more, the line between his eyebrows smoothing out, wistful. Never say Max wasn’t a dreamer.

“You know always I’ve wanted pups.” As he said this, he lightly smoothed his hand over his abdomen. If Charles had to guess, he was doing it subconsciously. “We’re twenty-six. I can’t wait forever. Besides, I don’t need an alpha. I can love a pup enough for two parents myself.”

If Max noticed the way Charles’ eyebrow twitched at ‘we,’ he didn’t comment on it. Skipping over that for now, Charles’ gently grasped one of Max’s hands in his own.

“I understand. But, Max, don’t you want help with that? A pup is a lot of work.”

“They are, which is why my mum and Victoria have agreed to help me.” Pursing his lips, he briefly looked down at his lap, where their intertwined hands laid. “And I thought, you…You will help me, won’t you, Charlie?”

Charles never considered himself much of a religious man. But sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Max’s big, blue, half-moon eyes should allow for someone to be entitled to financial compensation. Because the way Charles folded under them almost immediately was pathetic and should be studied in a lab somewhere.

On one hand, many people would find Max’s idea ridiculous. A single, unmated omega having a pup on a whim was certainly uncommon. Hell, he and Charles were roommates because, societally, omegas had limitations to what they could do independently. Of course, this was changing every year for the better, but as it stands, Max, if he were to go through with this, would be labeled a pariah. At the very least, Max being a sim racer instead of a physical racer, effectively working from home, meant he may be allowed to keep his job with a baby.

On the other hand, Charles could see the vision Max probably had in his head. The two little lines on a positive pregnancy test. His belly growing slowly but steadily rounder, his features even softer. Bouncing a little mini-me lovingly in his arms…

Charles felt a warmth spread from his chest down into his stomach, like hot coffee on a cold morning. Embarrassingly, he noticed himself purring quietly before cutting himself off with a cough.

Ah, to hell with it. He and Max were like a little pack within themselves.

“Of course, Max. I’d love to help.” Charles’ heart fluttered then soared seeing Max perk up, his dour look quickly melting away and replaced by his beautiful smile that soon morphed into a mischievous smirk.

“Yeah? Even when I get all big and grumpy and hungry?”

“Sure,” Charles shrugged. “How is that any different than your heats?”

Max squawked indignantly, lunging forward to push Charles back against the cushions, effectively sitting on top of him and pinning his wrists.

“You’re so mean,” he laughed. Charles grinned up at him.

“How can I be mean? I just agreed to help you with this.” Though, the grin slowly grew more pensive as he thought for a moment. “Which…how does this even work, anyway?”

“Well,” Max started, sitting back on his heels but still straddling Charles’ lap. He began to list off on his thumb and fingers. “First, I’ll get a physical to make sure I’m healthy enough—I already have that scheduled. Then I’ll start injections to prepare my body to not reject the embryo since I’m not mated—I’m probably going to need your help with those.”

“Injections? Where?” Charles asked, squinting his eyes. “If it’s your ass, I’m not doing it.” Which was a bold-faced lie.

Max answered with a grimace, “My stomach.”

“Okay…” Charles wasn’t a bastion of confidence in that moment, though Max seemed to ignore him in order to continue.

“Then, I’ll pick out an alpha or beta sperm donor before they induce a heat and inseminate me.”

Laid out in such sterile language made Charles’ nose wrinkle against his will. But, it probably wasn’t the way either of them imagined having a child. When it came to mating, they were unsuccessful—Max—or uninterested—Charles.

“And then?” Charles probed.

“And then hopefully we have a little baby cooking.”

There’s that ‘we’ again. Charles had to fight the physical urge to shake his head to not focus on it too much. If anything, it was probably Max using the “royal” we to make Charles feel more included. Or to make the whole idea not sound so batshit crazy. Instead, he schooled himself into a soft smile, looking up adoringly at his best friend trying to contain his excitement and failing.

“Then you’ll be Mama Max,” Charles said quietly, gently wrapping his arms around Max’s waist.

“Mama Max,” he mouth silently, fingertips against his lips as if they were foreign and he needed to physically feel them. Then, consciously this time, he slipped his hand under his shirt to push it up and rub at his belly, an obvious mix of longing and broody, it still relatively flat compared to what was about to happen to it in the months to come.

“I’m going to have a baby,” he whispered, his eyes shimmering slightly in the low light. Charles lightly scratched at his low back.

“You’re going to have a baby.”

[chandelier-s-notebook]

It is decidedly not WIP Wednesday, but I've got a snippet from Well Bitten, Well Loved that made me laugh, so too bad you're all gonna get it on your feed:

“I told you I don’t know what pups need!” Max huffs. “Just give him what you needed!” “A nest.” “Well, there you go. He’s in the nest. What next?” “This is a trainwreck,” Carlos mutters. Esteban grins. Honestly? He feels better already. “But he’s smiling,” Nico points out. “So it’s a successful trainwreck, at least.”

This is set in 2016 at the Belgium Grand Prix.

In 2016 Nico Rosberg was still the FIA Formula 1 Grid Pack's Pack Omega with Pack Alpha Lewis. Which is...going...to tear itself apart.

When Max came to the grid in 2015 him and Carlos had a little pup pile, and they forcibly brought Nico Hulkenberg into their fold cause Max knew him from before, and they needed a pack elder. Any pack elder.

Now that Max is with Red Bull, Daniel has been hanging out in their little corner more often.

Daniel is an omega, the rest of them are alphas. So when Max "adopts" Esteban (because they know each other well (F3), and Max wouldn't wish slipping through the cracks of the pack structure on anybody) (Max and Esteban are both aware that this is an "adoption" and they both kind of hate it), Max brings him over to his little pile as opposed to the clusterfuck that is Nico and Lewis trying to be good for the pack on an individual level while fucking hating each other. As such, Daniel is accidently sort of Pack Omega of Max's Pup Pile, but he's got no clue what he's doing.

[wildlife4life]

So your list has left me in an impossible situation because I was gonna ask if you’d be willing to share a snippet or crumb from one of your wips 🥹🥹 but then I read your list and….. I can’t pick… Iike NFL Buck and Firefighter Eddie secret relationship, Teen buddie with parental Chimney and fighter Eddie, A/B/O mpreg buck is kidnapped by Doug, Return of Bucks sperm donor kid. How do I pick between one of these 😭😭 like the way just the idea of what they are about put me in an immediate chokehold of need these now 😅 especially any of them that have already established buddie or in the process of establishing buddie and can have the rest of the fic to see them as a united team. Can I ask for them all? Is that to greedy 😅😅 otherwise I’m going to leave it in your hands on if you wanna share something from any of them 🥹😁

Anon my fingers need the work out and I am beyond happy to post just a snip for all those fics! (And I hope all these fics once complete, do put people in chokeholds, that is the goal. lol)

NFL Buck: His social media showed his dedication to his NFL career, love for his sister, promotion of his many endorsements, and his charity, Daniel’s Kids, that raised money and awareness for childhood cancer. (Eddie also knew about the numerous anonymous donations made to the Trevor Project. Just because Buck couldn’t be out doesn’t mean he couldn’t support the community.)

Teen Buddie: Chimney looked back to where Eddie was still standing, his fist clenched tight and a few steps closer than he was before. Most of the police officers were still rounding up the few stragglers and had yet to make their way further back where many of the cars were still parked, including Eddie and his truck, but his hiding spot wouldn’t last for much longer.

Mpreg Kidnapped Buck: “You always choose him over me! Always! Evan just whines and clings and cries for his big sister and you come running!” Doug screamed over the phone.  He breathed raggedly into the speaker and Maddie echoed with her own broken sobs.  Then a sharp, yet deep inhale from the Alpha had her holding her breath.  “This time there is only one choice. Me. You will run to me, or your brother and his bastard pup will die. And it will be your fault, just like everything else.”

Sperm Donor Kid: “I’ve always wanted a sibling, a little brother or sister.” Carson states, eyeing the younger boy with apprehension. He glanced over to Eddie and braced himself for the question he knew was coming, “Who’s your dad Seb?”

Hope you enjoy hehe.

[zeroducks-2]

I received a ko-fi, which means that y'all get a snippet, a WIP or a sketch :)

Thank you so much Daniel! I was not sure what to share, and eventually I decided for something which won't likely ever see the light. It's a snippet of my Omegaverse Royal AU, but it's dedicated to Dick and Wally in particular (Wally is Laird of House West in Keystone, and Dick is Captain of the Royal Guard in Gotham) and it doesn't really fit anywhere but in a spin-off which I might or might not ever publish.

(TW: pregnancy, polyamorous pack)

Hail and wind howl outside but the nestroom stays warm. Pots filled with burning coals make the bedding materials comfortable, but still Wally won’t sleep, knuckles tracing from the top of his mate’s shoulder to where her arm wraps around Dick’s side, wishing he could keep both like that, right there in his nest, instead of constantly having to let one of them go. 

«Stop fretting.» Dick murmurs, his steady purr quieting. «You’ll wake her. She needs rest.»

«I thought you were sleeping too.» Wally admits, his hand reaching to cup his old friend’s cheek. «Let me fret. Night’s the only time when I can.»

Linda moves slightly against him, makes a soft sound in her sleep, and Dick sends him an eloquent look before resuming to purr, nuzzling her cheek and caressing the small swell of her belly. Wally feels guilty for almost an entire minute before he can bring himself to rumble, shifting so he can hold both of them as close as possible. 

«She’ll be alright.» The older Omega murmurs once Linda settles again. The fact that she managed to sleep for more than an hour is a lot already; in the past month she’s been in near constant discomfort, she bleeds way too often, and Wally is losing hope that she will manage carrying her pregnancy to term. «Wal, you’re fretting again. She’ll be alright. She’s strong, you know she is.»

«I know.» Wally frowns, dipping his nose into her dark hair to breathe in her pregnant scent. He immediately picks up the usual bitter notes and he hates them, he misses the way she smelled like a honeycomb in the first few weeks, the way she was glowing and always humming to herself and the pups growing in her. «I’m glad you’re here, Dick. I’m glad you came. I… I wish I could dedicate myself to her more, to my pups.» He also wishes his aunt to be back already, but he needs to rule over Keystone while she’s on her diplomatic endeavors. He can’t forsake their people, even if his mate needs him more than anyone else at the moment. 

«What did your uncle say?» Dick asks, his warm hand closing on Wally’s upper arm, thumb pressing to soothe the tense bend of his muscles. «I know, he’s a healer and not a midwife,» he adds, and Wally’s mouth clicks shut as he was about to say the exact same thing. Dick quietly snorts and flicks on his shoulder. «but he’s also an Omega and has successfully carried two pups himself. He has some degree of experience.»

«He says Linda is young, and that it’s frequent for a primigravida to lose her first pup. That it’s…» He stops, his chest tight. «Will you stay?» He asks all of a sudden, looking up and directly at Dick. «I know you need to get back to Gotham, you have your duties, I know. But just for… for a few days more.»

«I’ll stay.» Dick gets closer, touches their foreheads together and Wally breathes out what air he was holding. «I’ll stay as long as you and Linda need me.»

[msfbgraves]

Ahh, sweet, pious Danny boy, getting all hot and bothered during Midnight Mass, and thinking only of having his Alpha ravish him once the pups are all snug in their beds and in lala land. Would love to see a snippet of Daniel’s pov while at Mass with his family and the LaRussos…what he was thinking about, especially concerning his handsome fella. hehe.

It's a bit more nuanced than that. Daniel is really turnt on when Terry looks out for him. Not simply protecting him, but trying for him. He's not in danger at his Pop's, obviously, but to see Terry so obviously go out of his way, purely for his sake, his comfort, well, it makes him want to jump his bones, thank him, serve him - and Christmas is so pure, it feels a little badgood to be thinking about that during Mass, oh is that a sin, now he's flushed and distracted because to be fair, usually it's Terry to start these things but to see his mate honestly devout in Christ, that's really alluring and oh now he's definitely being a bad boy which is also not like him. And now he's thinking what Terry would like and Gloria in excelsis is starting to feel... loaded. If anything he should be a good little mate thinking about his home and his snug and happy pups and how to make them happier and, sorry Sister George, he's rejoicing in Christ, really! And to have Terry unavailable in a sense, alluring but off limits is a rather new sensation, because this is one of the few times Terry wouldn't try anything. True, he's fucked him at home barely out of earshot of LaRussos but the Don's home? No. During Christmas Mass? No. And Daniel is all hot and bothered and Terry is like??? but that mystery solves itself soon enough.

BTW Midnight Mass is never together with the LaRussos. They see the LaRussos before, the whole night, but Terry worships on his own turf. Worship is vulnerable and that means "home", and certainly not without his Danny. Maybe not other Sundays but Terry is a sincere Catholic and wanting to open himself to God on Christmas and he can't do that with people who definitely aren't not enemies. He'll skip a service when Daniel attends Mass with the other Italians - there's always something with them that all but forces Danny to attend - but Christmas is too important.

[bwoahtastic]

so idrk this is a little snippet for the maxiel divorce i guess cause i couldn‘t get it out my head and my break at work was long, so a lil smth about charles going with max, dan, lando and the pups to an amusment park and it‘s sorta the beginning of things? anyway sry i just need to write it down jgkdn

Charles watches with a soft smile as Max lifts his little daughter up and then down, and how she giggles loudly in her momma‘s arms, the bright eyes she got from Max sparkling all the way over to where Charles is standing a bit further away to give Max and Dan and their pups a bit of space. He thinks that the poor kids must probably be confused by all of these changes and new people in their life.

When Max asked Charles to come with him today, he didn‘t think of it as a good idea, but throughout the afternoon he could see why Max so desperately wanted him to be there — Dan and Lando were practically attached by the hips, constantly touching in some way, sharing an ice-cream and already a few inside jokes. Which is fine, really, they aren’t over the top but clearly fresh in love, and Charles can imagine how awful it must feel for Max to see Daniel so happy after their divorce. Hell, Charles himself feels like he is intruding something just by watching them from the sidelines, more or less. So he has been trailing along all day, unsure of what it is that he is really supposed to do but hey, he gets to spend time with Max which is always a win for him, even if it is a bit weird. George would tell him that Charles‘s choices are very poor but luckily, Charles doesn’t have any intentions of telling his friend about that.

Alright, who is he kidding — he will probably end up telling George all about this anyway.

He suddenly realizes that Lando has stood himself next to him, and judging by the expectant look in the smaller omega’s eyes, he must‘ve asked Charles something.

Charles blinks, still distracted by Max‘s familiar laugh in the back. „What?“ he asks hurriedly. „Sorry, I was just—“

„Busy staring at Max?“ Lando interrupts him with a grin, eyebrows raised. „Yeah, i noticed.“

Charles ducks his head and chuckles sheepishly, hoping that he can write off the red on his cheeks from the sun that‘s been out all day. Lando‘s a bit of a brat, Charles has noticed, which isn’t really anything he‘d be into, but Daniel apparently very much is. Charles prefers Max‘s quick-wittedness over the snarky remarks, but then again Charles prefers anything Max does over other omegas.

Lando‘s cat-like grin fades out into more of a smile while he’s leaning himself against the wall next to Charles. „I said that I‘m glad Max has you.“

Those words surprise Charles so much that he finally rips his stare away from Max completely. He was probably starting to be creepy anyway. „What?“ he asks again.

Lando shrugs his shoulder‘s a bit, kicking at a pebble with his foot. He seems more serious now, compared to how energetic and sarcastic he has been the whole afternoon. „Dan worries about him, you know? That he isn‘t taking this thing with us very well and, like, locks himself away the whole day or something. They text a lot—which i don‘t have a problem with! But yeah, Dan worries. And Max didn‘t even want to come to our last few meet-ups with the kids — but he looks happier with you, today. So, you know, I‘m happy for him too.“

For a moment, Charles is too perplexed to say anything. He knew that Daniel still worries about Max, Max himself had told Charles about that but out of omega‘s mouth it was more something along the lines of he thinks i need a fucking babysitter, but Charles did get the message. He remembers how Daniel looked at him today after they climbed out of one of the rides they took — it was just some water slide that was friendly for kids, and Max laughed when the water hit him square in the face after a fast slide downwards, and clung to Charles‘ arm like it would have saved him from the cold sprays. It was the first time Charles heard him laugh so wholeheartedly ever since the whole divorce situation, and judging Daniel‘s reaction, he noticed it too. Charles got a quick smile and nod from the older alpha when he helped Max climb out of the round boat afterwards—and Charles knows he probably shouldn’t have, but he felt a flare of pride at that swelling up in his chest.

Lando rips him from his thoughts once again.

„I was hoping we could be friends, like all of us. I don‘t want to keep Max from his pups or from Dan, i don‘t mind that.“ Lando sounds sad, looking up to Charles with somewhat hopeful eyes. „Does Max hate me? Has he said anything? Because I‘ve been trying to talk to him and be nice and all but I don‘t know—I don‘t think he likes me being around.“

„No!“ Charles blurts out too quickly. „I mean— I don‘t think Max hates you. This is just…hard? Max is really sweet. Just, uhm, give him time?“

Lando‘s smile is hesitant, looking unsure of himself for the first time and Charles thinks that maybe he should mention this to Max— who is walking up to them in that very moment, with Daniel and the kids trailing behind.

Charles quickly digs the small spoon into his cup of ice-cream to take a bite and seem less suspicious, though he isn‘t really sure of what, but the sun has melted the ice-cream completely making it more a liquid than anything—and promptly, the cream runs down the spoon and drops onto Charles‘ shirt.

He curses, trying to wipe it off with his finger. Max snorts at that, having reached them and, yeah, Charles really has a habit of making himself look stupid in front of Max.

„Lovely, Leclerc, on a white shirt too,“ Max says drily but he smiles at Charles, fishing himself a napkin and stepping closer in front of the Alpha, starting to dab at the mess of ice-cream on Charles‘ chest. Charles goes still. He hopes it’s not as noticeable as he thinks it is when he sucks in a breath of Max‘s scent, warm and rich and familiar, yet Charles always feels like he smells it for the first time each time again.

When he looks over Max‘s shoulder, he sees Daniel looking at him again, a small smile on the older alpha‘s lips. When he notices Charles looking back at him, he makes a very obvious I‘m watching you motion with his eyes and fingers.

Max doesn‘t notice any of it as he steps back, throwing the now dirty napkin away. He smoothes his hand across Charles‘s chest over to his shoulder, leaving a warmth in the Alpha‘s heart.

„Here you go, needs to be washed but eh, should be gone after.“ Max says, blue eyes squinted into a smile that Charles returns instantly. He gently brushes a hand over Max‘s rosy cheek before he can stop himself, before he can think of the fact that he is only here to act as a support to Max—and not to act on the feelings he has been having for Max since he met him and always felt guilty about when Max and Dan were still together. It would be unfair of Charles to act on them now. Max deserves a friend he can lean on, not an Alpha trying to chase after him.

PLSSS I LOVE THESE DRABBLES APPEARING IN MY INBOX AND AKSKS THEY!!!!!!!

Max and Dan still being close and just want what's best for their kiddos🥺 but pllss Max being so insecure even if he wants to be happy for Dan and Lando! And nnggg himbo bestie Charles just being so in love but wanting to help Max instead of pushing his own agenda BABY! I love how clumsy he is but h3 makes Max smiles and qaahh Dan being a bit stern to him ksksks

I love this so much and I love this little mismatched family!! Thank you🥺🥺🥺

[f1-disaster-bi]

Any headcanonns for little bean?

I've no headcanon ideas at the moment but have a little snippet of what I'm working on

Lando had hoped that the next time he was in this position, it would have been a joyous moment. One surrounded by his family, but here he was, a mirror image of all those years ago. Curled up alone in a bathroom, positive test in hand and neither of his mates currently there.

Lando had hoped that when they conceived again, he'd be crying tears of joy, not of heartbreak because Max wasn't speaking to either of them and Daniel had taken Fabia to stay with Michael for a few days.

His phone sat on the floor, their group chat open but all that was staring at him was Max letting them know he was safe, he was sorry and he needed space.

And Lando was alone, wondering if this pup would have a nuclear family or a fractured one by the time they were born

[marswasnothere]

So sweet of Max to speak Dutch to help him get into puppy space. ❤️

This chapter got me thinking about the flip side of this in an angsty way. Maybe Daniel is sick or something, but he is too far deep into puppy space and can't come up. Poor Max has to try to figure out what is wrong, all while Daniel is getting more and more frustrated, he can't just tell Max!

PDS Chapter 12

Poor puppy Daniel, too floaty, too hurting, unable to articulate what hurts without batting his paws in the vague area of his stomach and chest. He needs to sleep, but he needs to stay awake, it hurts too much to sleep, but he's so tired.

[wordsnwhiskey]

the rules: list the titles of your wips- whatever they look like.

the game: your followers (or whomever!) may ask for snippets from any wip and/or they can ask a question about any of them- without knowing anything more than the titles!

Thanks for the tag @starlightmornings !!

Laid Out Bare for You (Whiskey x F!Reader)

A Pup Named Fish (Jack Daniels x F!Reader/Halcón x Frankie Morales) - 3 Part Series

Contingency Plan (Dave York x F!Reader)

I'm also always working on AISB haha

No pressure tags: @mandocrasis @pascalslittlebrat @caesaryoulater and anyone else who's interested!

[marswasnothere]

well let me say something too then.

I absolutely love the way you write dialog. it's so alive and real! and you use.. uh. syntax?.. so well to convey the way people speak.

“Daniel, up a bit,” he whispers, “move back a bit, like tha– that! Yes! Yesss, fuck– fuck, good pu—uppy!” <- idk but this particular way you write just activates my brain.

the same as the start of the fic where they where in the hotel and had to hide bc of security (sorry I can't grab that bit now, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about)

idk why but it's so nice to read!! besides the plots and ideas of your fics yuor dialog is like my favorite part haha

OOOOOOH FUCK YEAH

listen listen dude listen im soooooo concerned about dialogue everytime i write it, i just have another version of me very aggressivley going "HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT" in the back of my mind until it becomes "HE WOULD NO- oh. wait/ yknow maybe- yeah no yeah, he'd say that"

the key is to watch videos and compilations of your sports guys talking and then dont edit the speech at all. just think once and put it down and throw in as many stutters and hesitances and common phrases as needed

“Oh fuck.” “Yeah, oh fuck, what do we–” “— hotel security! Please open the door or I will have to enter!” ... “Oh!” the hotel guy gasps, clearly starstruck at coming face to face with the world champion, “excuse me, Mr Verstappen.” “…yeah?” ... “Is there a dog in this room, sir?” “No. No dog here,” Max answers. The whirring of a hair dryer starts from within the bathroom.  Smart, Max thinks. “Just my friend. He was showering, you see.” “Right.” He’s not convinced, it seems. “Are you hiding a dog anywhere in this room?” “No. Bit of a silly question to ask, even if I was hiding a dog, I’d still of course lie. Who would admit to that?”

[marswasnothere]

Fic had me reading the Dutch out loud to see if it sounded close enough to German for me to figure out. I love it!!!! Esp the final paragraph where Daniel really doesn’t have any thoughts. Poor puppy tho, dealing with being dropped by VCARB and not wanting to process anything. Good on Max for taking control of that situation, of course handlers know better than their silly puppies. Who needs therapy when you can just be called a good boy and get treats for being the bestest boy? I reckon you should post it to the pup Daniel snippets fic :) - 🧚🏻

With a little bit of editing, I'll post it to pds 🫡🫡 also if anyone speaks dutch pls help me with what right words to use so it doesn't read as basic google translate formal text and more of a casual tone

I'm really surprisingly happy with this idea too hehegehegeh, poor angsty Daniel bottling it all up until Max decides for him. The goodest bested boy ever doesn't deserve that treatment from goddamm vcarbohydrate 😔

[marswasnothere]

Daniel takes Max on a road trip in a stupid massive abomination ford f150 truck across America. Max's internal dislike for his truck is my external hatred for them. They're on a really long road, Max driving, Daniel in the passenger seat, and Daniel needs to pee. There's no rest stops for miles, so they just pull up and step out to go pee outside. It's dark anyway. Max jokes that Daniel should pee like a dog against the tyre, on his hands and knees, leg lifted up in the air. Daniel laughs along with him, getting into position to do it. Still jokes, its just jokes. Daniel's bladder pangs with the need to release. A car drives past and Daniel feels embarrassed, needs to hide. Why does he, its just jokes. He's hard. Looks up behind him and Max is in a similar situation, hanging around close behind him. Daniel tries to undo his zipper, can't get a grip on in with one sweaty hand. Max does it for him. Pulls his waistband down a little, hesitant hand pulls out his cock. Daniel lifts his leg, aims his hips. They don't talk. The rocks and sand hurts his knee. His piss hits the tyre. It's so yellow, so warm. Daniel's biting his lip, wrists starting to hurt from propping his weight up. the flow trickles to a stop. Tiny puddle between his legs, absorbed into the ground quickly. They stay like that for a second too long. Max crouched over Daniel, his dick in hand, other hand on his shoulder, Daniel balanced on three limbs, his left leg propped up against the wheel rim.

"Good boy. Good doggy."

[marswasnothere]

piss chapter in the works, send me luck 🤲

[marswasnothere]

oh god irls know my ao3