#danson

[owlleahbeth]

Leah and Daniel with two of the guinea pigs from S2E6 🐹

[sunsayrain308]

father(mother) and son(daughter)<3

[rogermaxson]

Are YOU in need of a new Danse/Arthur Maxson fic? One that will update regularly(ish..) AND dives deep into both men’s characters? I just posted my first chapter today and I’m excited to finally share it with everyone! I don’t do any ocs/Arthur or Danse in this fic, however I will be writing that as well! I’m just starting my little dabble and I’d love for you to read it :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[scuderlia]

tldr; she left her bra after the threesome and you expected him not to put it on?

The close of the door is sharp when she leaves. 

Jenson stretches with a groan, eyes whiting out before they focus on something frilly, and pink, laid out on the floor. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles, leaning down to grab it. 

It’s a bra—her bra, the girl who just left. They probably could’ve been a little nicer but, well, Jenson blames the alcohol, and the Daniel of it all. That part—the Daniel part, is still on this side of the door. And Jenson’s got a bra in his hand. It’s all just… details, really. 

Jenson keeps his hand behind his back, fiddling with the clasps as he crosses over from the bathroom. He’s still half hard, lazily tucked into his underwear in a way that makes him go warm with every rub of the fabric.  

Daniel’s sitting propped up against the headboard. His legs are stretched out, one of his big hands covering his crotch like he’s pretending to be modest. 

“Hah, look,” Jenson says, falling back onto the bed with a bounce. He tosses the bra onto Daniel’s stomach, watching how his abs tense as one of the straps hits the inside of his thigh. Jenson waits for Daniel to say something funny, crack a joke about the lace being sticky or yell and throw the thing back. But he doesn’t, he just sits, eyes blown three times their usual size. 

“You could… put it on,” Jenson manages to say, trying to distract himself from the tiny voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to focus on how Daniel’s had to readjust the hand he has over his cock every few seconds. He ignores it, and focuses on the bra instead. 

“Y-yeah?” Daniel replies, like he’s asking for permission. 

“I mean, if you want—”

“I’ll put it on.” Daniel looks sure, but the shakiness of his voice betrays him, and Jenson watches with a dry mouth as Daniel’s tongue flashes out between the swell of his lips. 

There’s a pause—Jenson feels his body tense as Daniel sits up straighter next to him. He twists at the waist, bringing one thigh up to obscure the view of his, well—Jenson’s seen it already, and he wants to neg Daniel about his virginal modesty. It never comes. 

It’s kind of obvious that Daniel’s never put on a bra before, but with the way he fumbles with the straps, Jenson starts to wonder if he’s ever even taken one off. 

“Mate, let me do it.” Jenson shuffles over, careful to leave a gap between his chest and Daniel’s back.

[onboardsorasora]

I can picture it

Ford season launch, the heated rivalry cast is there for some reason and Daniel is sent to show them around because he is the one that’s always sent when there are people to charm

Daniel is obvs enthralled by the show and has many thoughts on the many hot men he saw and on homosexuality in sports that he’s unable to properly express in way that makes sense to anyone but himself and max ‘the Daniel whisperer’ verstappen

Hudson smells blood in the water, charms Daniel and somehow ends up licking his face maybe even showing him how to do the hockey stretches

Max, stuck with his Red Bull minders and reporters, is unable to do anything as some Canadian flirts and licks and teases his danyul. They’ve been friends for years and Daniel’s only let him go as far as licking his palm, never his cheek

Scream! Max is livid, he’s been trying to nuzzle his face in Daniel’s beard for MONTHS now. And some actor not only gets him on all fours, humping the ground but he gets to lick Daniel’s face????

And he’s stuck here talking to other drivers and shit while it’s happening??????

And Daniel’s just giggling like this is all normal

[veryimportantsparkles]

guess who inked on the sketch layer!!! and then scribbled over it all in the wrong colors to make it feel intentional!!!

[thok-best-piraka]

Its ダンソン sunday

[preet-01]

Here’s a quick little Daniel/Jenson Tudor AU since part 2 of my Maxiel Renaissance AU is going to take another week because I found myself disliking how some parts were written when I was editing it

cw: mpreg

word count: 862

A daughter.

He gives birth to a daughter. A beautiful daughter he loves more than anything or anyone he has loved before. But the baby is a daughter and the King wants an heir. Not a female heir because he already has that in Mary, but a male heir – something his first wife couldn’t provide him and had hoped that Daniel could provide him.

“My Queen, you should be in bed,” his attendant says, running after Daniel as he gets ready to attend court.

Daniel cannot be abed. He cannot hide away in his rooms with only his daughter for company. He cannot show weakness. Not now when his position isn’t secured and courtiers whisper about the King’s desire for a son.

The King had married him for love. He had separated England from the Vatican for him. He had set aside a Spanish Princess for him. He had done all that for Daniel. For Daniel who is still young and has plenty childbearing years ahead of him. For Daniel who aroused both his body and mind.

Daniel is the Queen of England, the wife of King Jenson, the mother to his second daughter and future heirs. Daniel is who Jenson changed history and traditions for.

He will not hide. He will not cower. He will take his place by his King’s side, by his husband’s side with a crown atop his head and a smile on his lips.

“Help me dress,” he orders, “the King will take the throne soon.” There’s a red gown Jenson loves to see him in. It’s a deep red that Daniel didn’t often wear, preferring his favored dark blues and light greens. But every time Daniel wore it, Jenson was more amorous, more willing to listen to Daniel, just more everything.

His nether regions ache as the gown is pulled on and tightly laced. There is nothing he wants more than to rest. It had only been three days since he gave birth — it had been a long birth with Daniel’s screams echoing in the palace halls as his husband paced outside the bedchamber. “My necklace,” he asks. It’s a long string of pearls with a golden D hanging at the center. Daniel almost always wore that necklace. It had become a part of him once he’d married Jenson.

The crown is the last piece. He chooses one made of gold and pearls that rests in his curls. It is more extravagant than his daily headpieces. Heavier than them too. Daniel can already feel the ache he’s sure to experience in a few hours.

“I truly must ask you to refrain from-”

“I cannot rest in bed all day. Not anymore,” Daniel cuts him off. He had security when the child was still in his womb. They hadn’t known then that the babe was a girl instead of a boy. Jenson had wanted him to rest to ensure the safety of his unborn heir, for the health of the boy Jenson had desperately wanted since he became King.

The walk to the throne room is slow and tortuous. But Daniel keeps his head high with an easy smile on his lips. All around him courtiers stop and bow when they pass him, only to talk about his failures as Queen when they think he cannot hear them.

Jenson sits on the throne when Daniel enters, ready to begin the petitions. But all activity stops when Daniel is announced by a steward. Daniel ignores all of that as he makes his way toward Jenson, staring into the eyes of the man he had married. “My King,” Daniel says, curtsying when he is at the foot of the throne. “Apologies for being late,” he continues.

“There is no need, my love,” Jenson says. To his surprise, Jenson stands from his throne and takes a few steps down to stand in front of him. “You should be resting,” he says in a low whisper as he leans in for a kiss. Jenson had broken England from the Vatican for him, the court expected affection from them. Their love had changed the lives of all their people.

“I could not bear to be apart from you, husband dear,” Daniel says with a gentle smile, lying straight through his teeth. He wanted his daughter’s company, not his husband’s demanding gaze. But wants do not outweigh needs.

Daniel says nothing about the whispers he had heard. Of how Jenson didn’t entertain whores but noble ladies and lords in his bedchamber. Whores were of no threat to Daniel’s position, but noble ladies and lords? He was sure more than a handful wanted his crown for themselves. Daniel had ousted one Queen himself.

“Bring a chair for the Queen,” Jenson orders one of his men. It takes only a few minutes for a chair to be procured. “Rest, my love,” Jenson says, helping him sit in the chair before returning to the throne.

Daniel smiles up at Jenson.

In a few weeks, he’ll be okay to resume marital duties and give Jenson a son. Jenson may wander, but at the end of the day, he returns to Daniel.

He married Daniel.

He wanted Daniel.