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Angie/Serena

[gggreengoblin]

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[garysinises]

sw daniel prompt: love handles

so this is just. 1,200 words of me danyul being horny for max. so uh. enjoy

16. love handles | first | next

It’s like, the third time they’ve seen each other, and the sex has been stupid good so far. They’re crazy compatible, and Max is—well, he’s hot, and he wants it all the time. 

The first time Daniel goes to his apartment, Max has him booked for three hours, and they fuck in positions Daniel hasn’t had to break out in ages, because Max just—he’s insatiable. He comes twice, that first booking, and he has surprisingly little shame about the sounds he makes: moans and gasps and Daniel’s name, over and over. When Daniel leaves, his body actually hurts from the effort, which he chooses to believe isn’t because of his age but because of Max’s appetite for sex. 

The second time had been similar, involving Daniel fucking him on the rug in front of his fireplace like in an insane 1970s romance novel or something, Max gasping in time with his thrusts and eventually coming all over his rug. 

So it’s been a week, and Daniel had actually stretched before getting in the car Max had sent for him, because he’s not about to pull a groin muscle from being unprepared. His mouth starts watering on the ride over, thinking about a murmured promise from a few days ago that he’d eat Max out until he cried. 

But when he gets to Max’s place, the doorman sending him up, Max isn’t waiting for him at the door like he had on previous visits. Daniel knocks, hackles raised. He hears Max’s voice as he approaches, harsher than he’s ever heard it before—not quite upset, but impatient, irritated. Brusque. 

“I cannot talk about this now,” Max is saying, before switching into something Daniel presumes is Dutch. “Nee. Ik heb een afspraak. Oké, doei. Yep. Yep. Bye.” 

When he answers the door, he looks harried, his hair rumpled, bags under his eyes. “I am sorry to keep you waiting, Daniel.” 

Daniel shakes his head, stepping inside. “No, it’s fine, really. It was like, forty-five seconds.”

Max nods gratefully, putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and then placing it in a dock in the kitchen. “Work. And also family.” 

“Fun,” says Daniel, leaning against Max’s counter. “Just need to add taxes, to complete the trifecta.” 

Max laughs, his face brightening slightly. “Do not worry, there was also that.” 

Daniel walks toward him slowly, giving Max time to brush him off if he wants. He doesn’t, so Daniel hooks his fingers around Max’s belt loops and leans in, not quite a kiss. “Do you want me to help you feel better?” 

Max kisses him, nodding. “Yes. But can we—I like how it was, but also. I think slower today, if that is alright with you. Sometimes when I am in my head I just need—I cannot have too much stimulation. Just soft and gentle things.” 

Daniel kisses him back, grateful for the direction. It’s always a relief when clients know what they want, and it’s even better when they know how to ask for it. “I can do soft and gentle, baby.”

Max shivers from the pet name, which Daniel files away for later. He had a feeling Max would like that. 

They stay just like that for a minute, kissing sweet and deep in Max’s kitchen. Daniel runs his hands up Max’s sides and squeezes, enjoying the way his hips are strong and soft, the little pinch of fat just above his waistband at his sides. Love handles. Max’s stomach is flat but his sides are round, and he doesn’t so much have pecs as tits: sweet little handfuls that Daniel’s been dying to get his mouth and hands on all week. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” suggests Daniel, “and we’ll get cozy, and I’ll make you feel good. Soft and gentle and sweet, just like you.” 

Max blushes, the heat spreading from his cheeks down onto his neck. Daniel wants to get his shirt off so he can see how far down the blush goes. Maybe, he imagines, halfway down his chest, but his tits would still be pale and pretty. 

“Yes,” Max says, nodding. “Please.”

Daniel steers him there with a hand cupped around his middle, rubbing up and down from the narrow cut of his waist to the fat around his hipbones. God, he’s hot. 

Max is gentle and pliant today; lets himself be guided onto the bed and out of his clothes. Like he’s waiting for Daniel to make him come alive. Like he’s waiting for Daniel to devour him. 

Daniel thumbs under his ribcage, grabs at his sides, and Max just lets him. The power of it rushes to his head.

“They don’t know,” he says thoughtfully, bending to kiss Max’s sternum. “They don’t know you’re not tough at all. You’re just a mewling little kitten when you want to be.” 

Max’s dick twitches; he doesn’t refute it at all, just looks up to the ceiling, pink all over. 

“You’re a sweetheart, really,” says Daniel. “So small and good.” 

Max is hard, but Daniel wants to take his time with him. He knows from the last time that he could just open Max up perfunctorily and slide right in, that Max thinks it’s hot to keep himself open as much as possible, that he’d fucked himself with a dildo on the day between seeing Daniel for the first time and seeing him for the second. But that’s not what he needs right now. 

Daniel kisses down Max’s chest, his stomach. Max doesn’t wax—just trims, if that, and it’s kind of hot. Daniel’s been with older guys, so he’s no stranger to a bush, but on Max, who is otherwise so pink and pale and smooth—the contrast is sexy. Daniel tugs with his teeth, pulling gently, and Max keens, his legs kicking out in front of him. 

“Daniel,” he says, almost like a reprimand, and Daniel laughs, kissing his hip bone, taking a gentle bite of his love handle. 

“Sorry, baby. You’re just too delicious.”

Max is breathing heavily, his chest rising with effort, his chin tilted upward. 

“Your cock is so pretty,” says Daniel, because it is. Pink, like the rest of him, and smallish, and wet at the head. Nestled in his pubes, all dark gold and light brown. Pretty. 

Max lets out a shaky little sigh, his hips bucking upward. 

“What do you want, baby?” Daniel asks. “I can give you my mouth or my cock.” 

Max’s breaths are short and labored. “Do you think—I know it’s stupid, and a waste of money, and—”

“It’s not stupid if you want it,” says Daniel seriously. “This is all for you.” 

Max swallows, looking down at him with trepidation. “Can we just—can we just kiss and touch each other? And if we come, that is of course okay, but I just want—to feel—”

He really doesn’t know how hot he is, Daniel realizes. He thought it was humility, but now he’s realizing Max genuinely thinks he’s asking for something difficult when he asks Daniel if they can just make out and dry hump. 

“You just need to feel small and cared for, hmm?” Daniel asks, kissing the place on his hip where he’d bitten. 

Max nods, looking fragile. “If that—if you do not mind.” 

Daniel laughs, sitting up to discard his clothes. When he wrestles out of his underwear, his cock slaps against his stomach, already hard and wet, just from a little groping. 

“No, baby,” he says, and when he lays back down, his cock rubs against Max’s, so slick and rough and good. “I don’t mind at all.” 

[onboardsorasora]

Another thing I wrote after seeing a video on social media

Daniel should have known better than to try to hustle his nonna.

He really should have. 

She’d told him that her one wish in life was for him to marry her best friend’s grandson. A guy Daniel barely knew and hadn’t seen since they were kids. 

Actually, Daniel should have known better than to listen to his mother.

Grace had been wanting him to settle down for what felt like forever now, so he should have been a bit more suspicious when she’d eagerly agreed when Daniel had proposed calling up this Max guy and having a fake wedding so Nonna wouldn’t feel bad. 

Daniel hadn’t thought much of it, he’d actually forgotten about it until a few weeks ago when this hot Dutch guy had come over for dinner. His black shirt had stretched over a fit chest and Daiel had been a bit distracted most of the night. Max though, was a good sport about it as well. Daniel wondered how he’d been conned into this as well.

Then some time between dessert and a night cap, Max had proposed. Daniel had felt dumbstruck when Max slid the silver ring on his finger. 

“Your mom suggested.” Max had whispered and Daniel looked around the room at his mother’s excited face and then at his and Max’s grandmas looking extremely pleased with themselves.

Daniel said yes, because what else was he supposed to do?

The wedding was soon, because everyone had flown in and Grace had all but locked Daniel and Max to stay together in the guest house. 

“For appearances.” Grace had tittered, closing the door behind her.

Max had laughed and flopped onto the couch and Daniel had shaken his head.

“We may as well catch up.” Daniel remembered saying while snagging a beer from the stocked fridge. 

And they did, they’d gotten to know each other in between Daniel pumping Max for information on how he’d gotten roped into all this. 

Anyway, chatting had turned to kissing and they’d hooked up that night. 

Technically they were engaged, and Daniel always assumed that hot and heavy sex happened after a proposal.

It meant nothing anyway. This was all fake and for show and everyone would go back home and it would be a good story.

The wedding had been a simple affair. Backyard, decorated. Vows, generic. Reception, home cooked.

Wedding night? Thoroughly consummated. 

Because, why not.

Max had stayed with Daniel for a few more days, before Daniel had driven him to the airport for them to get on with their separate, unmarried lives.

Which was why Daniel was feeling decidedly stupid right now in this moment.

Max sat on Daniel’s couch– in his flat in the city– staring at an unfolded sheet of paper on the coffee table between them. 

“So, what now?” Max, Daniel’s apparent legal husband, asked.

Daniel dragged his palm down his face. This was…. A lot. 

But Daniel was an opportunist.

“Fuck me and we think about it later.” Daniel stood, yanking off his shirt. He was only but a simple man who couldn’t stop thinking about Max in the short time they were apart.

“Yes.” Max breathed, surging forward to kiss Daniel.

They didn’t end up getting the marriage annulled.

[onboardsorasora]

Hi, Sora. Could you give surrogate Max some cute stretch marks? Max is like "Oh, what is that? 😕" and Daniel is like "Wow, what is that? 😳". Thank youuu

Hey Angieeeee, sorry it took so long! Surrogate Max Pt 10

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It was a new routine, one that Heidi had suggested what felt like a long time ago. 

“Maybe we could help you, rubbing cream or oil on your belly so you don’t get stretch marks.” Heidi had said with a happy smile across the table. Max had softly replied that he’d never gotten stretch marks. 

Now though. 

The change had come one weekend, Daniel had been helping Max out of his latest pair of jeans that no longer fit. The omega sighed in front of the mirror and cupped his belly. Then paused at a spot on his side, his hip, that was new. It was pinkish. 

“Oh what’s that?” Max had murmured, trying to twist while Daniel knelt in front of him. 

Daniel looked up then over at the mirror to where Max was looking intently. “Wow, what is that? Is that a stretch mark?” Daniel asked softly, pulling a finger over the slightly raised bump of skin.

“I’ve never had one before.” Max said almost in awe. He’d never had any marks or changes to his skin with his previous pregnancies. Nothing to show after the fact that there had been a baby. It never bothered Max, it wasn’t as if he needed the reminder. But this one, this mark, it made him sort of happy. 

Happy that after this was all said and done, when he delivered this baby and he was no longer in Daniel and Heidi’s lives, he’d have something to remember this pregnancy by. To remember Daniel by. 

“We can get you some cream? To keep you from getting more?” Daniel asked softly like he didn’t know how Max felt about the mark. Max could smell how Daniel felt, and his inner omega wanted to purr.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Max shrugged. 

“I’ll get some.” Daniel said while holding Max’s hips and rubbing his thumb along the mark. Max looked down at the alpha over his growing belly. “And then I can maybe rub it on your belly and hips before you go to bed.” 

And yes, Max suddenly loved the idea. 

[lelrc16]

[lelrc16]

Fluffy boy

[theraininspa]

when my sister tells me "all of your celebrity crushes are so ugly" so I have to pull out this most beautiful, shining diamond in the rough to show her i actually do know ball:

[billscciardo]

Daniel: Sounds sick 😆

[theraininspa]

[boysappetit]

Danny Ric

[gggreengoblin]

about to write a fic for a new fandom. wish me luckkkk

[onboardsorasora]

Sora, have you heard the sturla lægreid guy? 😭🤣

Let's say:: This guy is Daniel's ex, he admitted in an interview that he had cheated on Daniel and was begginggggg for Daniel to take him back (on camera, but not naming names). Daniel is fed up with this guy, and he is so embarrassed by this (bronze, this ex of his is not that great). And he wants to hurt this guy back by sliding into this guy's favorite athletes (one of them is Max). Hahahah something like that

Oh my goooddddddd yes! I saw the video and thought ‘what a manipulative asshole!’

SO!

Daniel doesn’t know what’s happening, he’d been on a bike ride with Valtteri— who is a fucking slave driver and Daniel is never riding with him again! Except for next week when they go again. He’d felt his phone vibrating in his pocket but didn’t have the attention to check it. 

Now though, he was staring at the device like he’d never seen it before in his life. It was so hot to the touch with messages coming in faster than he could read them. All of his group chats were in shambles and he couldn’t keep up. So he went to the only person he trusted to be straight up. 

“Daniel what the fuck is he thinking?” Blake answered on the first ring. 

“What was who? A crumb of context?” Daniel was still unfortunately uninformed. 

“Sturla! Fuck that guy! I told you he was a piece of shit Daniel but you didn’t listen.” 

“Yeah I know. I broke up with him cause he cheated remember?” Daniel sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah and then he went to the fucking Olympics and choked like the loser he is— he got that bronze in a technicality. I feel it I just can’t explain it yet.”

“Blake what are you talking about?”

Blake sighed, Daniel imagined he was holding in his upset. But he was plenty upset for some reason. 

“He said in his interview that he’s sad cause he cheated on you and feels bad and you’re the love of his life.” Man ground out. Daniel froze, blood draining from his face. 

He what??? 

Daniel thought of the very private way he’d ended things. How he’d told his friends that things just hadn’t worked out and it was fine. And then he thought of his phone that was STILL beeping and vibrating at his ear with new messages and people trying to call him. 

“That manipulative bastard!” Daniel hissed, finally reacting. 

He felt the dread sinking in, on the tail of the all encompassing embarrassment of this whole situation. How disgusting, for his private life to be splashed on the world’s stage like that. 

And for what? What was Sturla’s end game? To get him back? To peer pressure them back together??

Daniel was too old for these kinds of games. But clearly not old enough to see the red flags from the jump. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Daniel heard his voice crack and Blake’s curse and knew he was crying.  

“I’m coming over.” Blake muttered, Daniel barely heard him. He was too stunned to even think. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. 

And out of everything, the most hurtful thing was that he did all of this over a BRONZE medal?? Like Daniel would think he did so well and dive into his loser arms for a medal???

Daniel was so pissed off he couldn’t even breathe. 

His hand was shaking as he looked at his phone. He pressed the button for all the notifications to disappear from his tray. He didn’t want to see anyone talking to him. He opened instagram and was disgusted at Sturla’s face was the first thing you pop up on his timeline. He watched the video, feeling his rage build up alongside his disgust. How gross of him. Daniel can’t believe he even felt attracted to this narcissist! They barely dated and the entire time he talked about himself and athletes he was trying to emulate. 

Daniel scrolled up to get that asshole’s face off of his screen and instead landed on the newest post of F1 champion Max Verstappen. 

The same Max Verstappen that Sturla had been dm-ing frequently to try and get his attention. 

The same Max Verstappen who was in Daniel’s DMs after he was featured in the same shoot as two F1 drivers’ wags. 

Daniel opened their chat and quickly read through the last few messages, light flirting. Daniel typed out his phone number and sent it just as his door opened and Blake stepped in. 

“You ok?” Blake asked just as Max’s profile showed online.

“Never better” Daniel said as he got a  new text message. 

[oldmanpusspuss]

my hottest take is we need more overt cheating in our rpf. too much 'what if they were both single' or 'what if they were in a polycule/open relationship and their significant others were okay with it.' no we need more homewrecking. i want these people to feel so guilty they feel like they're gonna hurl but sleeping with somebody else anyway because they can't resist and their desire outweighs the guilt. i want to walk away from a fic with my opinion of somebody slightly lowered even though i know its not real like when you have a dream about someone doing something bad. i want that man coming home from [redacted]ing his best friend's [redacted], kissing his partner on the lips knowing they would hate them for what they just did if they knew. have some fun with it.

[alasarys]

Bless Richard Parry

[cecoeur]

Ford Raptor Rally 10.25.25 | X

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[onboardsorasora]

Sora, have you listened to "Father Figure" by T.S.? I want to know your maxiel idea with some daddy issues in it 🤭 who's the daddy and who's the one on his knees with his mouth hanging open?

Also my love!

Ok so I just listened to it and I'm deciding to ignore the easy mafia trope. We know I love a mafia trope.

BUT I was thinking a racing au that's mostly canon until it isn't lol

Daniel is the red bull golden boy after Seb left. Of course he was, have you seen him? All charm and charisma. Covered in red bull glory. Confident in himself and his position. He can do no wrong. He's getting the wins and podiums and leadership is letting him do whatever he wants.

In comes Max. Wide eyed and excited. Ready to please and win on his own merits.

Daniel doesn't think too much of him. He's cute, fast and he'll fall in line like Daniil did.

Max wins his first race with red bull and Daniel reconsiders. Maybe Max needs some help falling in line.

So he takes Max under his wing, he sees how Max watches him, how his blue eyes glitter when he looks at Daniel. When he tells jokes and looks for Daniel's reaction.

It works. They work. The car becomes shit but they have each other. Max leans into Daniel for comfort and support and Daniel gives it readily. He's what Max needs and everyone knows it. Max knows it.

Then the team starts getting into Max's head. Bolstering him and making him feel like he's better than Daniel. 2018 is when it all comes to a head. Daniel's car is the one breaking every second instead of Max's. Max is on the podium and Daniel is in the media pen before the race even ends.

Max feels like he's the man, he's bringing the team. And they're treating him like it. Like Daniel hadn't been the best thing for their image and goodwill all these years. Carrying the team name on his back, with his smile this whole time.

Daniel leaves. Because fuck them.

He goes to Renault and bring them– not to glory but to a place they haven't been in way too long. He's the man there. The unmistaken leader. But it's not enough. Daniel doesn't like the French politics behind the scenes. McLaren have been calling, he can woo and American.

Max was the man at redbull but the car wasn't good. Wasn't there til 2019. Not enough anyway. He misses Daniel. He misses Daniel's support.

Daniel goes to McLaren and it's a shit show. It's not the right fit in anyway. And mclaren pull the plug before he could get the chance to leave himself. Pull the rug from under him. It's embarrassing. Fuck em.

Red bull come to him, begging him to ‘come home’ to help them take care of Max. Because Golden boy Max isn't like the Max that they had under their thumb. Golden boy Max doesn't accept fuckry and red bull has loads of that. Max has learned how the sausage is made and realizes all the shit Daniel did to keep it from him and the public.

Daniel was going to tell them to fuck off. But Max, it's Max that asks him to come back. To come home. So he does.

He's not the golden boy anymore so he's not butting heads with Max. With anyone. But there's a clear difference in the team since he came back. It was clear Daniel was what was missing all this time

Sure they had championships but the first one rang hollow and the second was clumsy. The third was dominant because Daniel was there.

Max was the golden boy but he knelt to Daniel.

It wasn't the glory Daniel remembered but it shimmered like it.