#also not pictured above is this being lestappen

[mvlionheart]

half-baked idea for a f1 flavored 5e d&d au:

seb is the dm/gm and loves to home brew, has notoriously tpk'd everyone before, everyone lives in appropriate levels of fear for current campaign.

charles - half-elf bard, college of lore - pretty and a pain in the ass but good support. forgets his character sheet so often that seb has back up copies in a folder titled, 'dumbass (affectionate)' max - dragonborn paladin, oath of conquest - great damage, durability, control, and support. he's very serious during sessions but makes everyone laugh after and always brings snacks. danny - when seb convinced him to play he didn't take it serious and told seb to make his character, so he was a dwarf ranger, swarmkeeper. after that character died in the great tpk, danny was more serious on the reroll. for their current campaign he is a wood elf ranger gloom stalker archer to level 6, before multiclassing to rogue. oscar - human fighter battle master - favorite maneuver is pushing attack bc it can be low key hilarious. he also loves action surge and just wanted to fight at first but actually gets really into the roleplay. ends up with a party leader build and babysitting a bunch of toddlers with weapons and spells. george - halfling druid, circle of the moon. - has 14k into his character's written back story. he has made everyone in the party listen to him read excerpts. (seb plans to ban this subclass in all future games). yuki - high elf wizard bladesinger - superior to every other class when it comes to spellcasting, but refuses to heal or support lol. this build gives seb a headache constantly. alex - dwarf twilight cleric - full caster w/ medium armor & shield. legit saves the party every session.

[nico-di-genova]

6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Or

46: “Tell me a secret.”

- or any of the ones that inspire lestappen pretty please 🤞😘🥰

6. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" WARNINGS: NSFW, like in every sense of the word

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed,” Max asks nonchalantly as he’s kicking off his shoes, one hand balanced against the wall above the light switch, the other on his hip.

“Besides the obvious I mean.”

Behind him, Charles shifts against the sheets, rolls onto his back and props his elbows up behind him so he can sit up and cast Max an annoyed look.

“I cannot be romantic? I thought you liked my ass, non?”

Max shrugs, “Of course I do, just wondering why it’s out in my bed at three in the afternoon.”

Charles pouts, sticks his bottom lip out, like he is offended his ass is not being better received. Max laughs, leans down to kiss the petulant look off Charles’ face before pulling away and resuming stripping languidly, pulling his bomber jacket off his shoulders like he has all the time in the world.

Charles makes an affronted sound, “Our bed.”

Max feels something flutter in his stomach, smiles in acknowledgement, “Yes, okay. Our bed. That you are naked in at three in the afternoon – with the curtains open.”

Max’s apartment, their home, sits high above the street. A penthouse that costs him too much for how little time they spend in it. He’s not really worried about the neighbors. He just likes to see the way Charles’ annoyance deepens, the press of his lips into a thin line and eyes that flash with obvious irritation.

“I am surprising you.”

“I do not like surprises.”

“I think you will like this one.”

The flight from Milton Keynes to Nice had been exhausting, but Max wasn’t tired enough to miss the obvious teasing, the goading as Charles’ voice lilts heavy with want. He also wasn’t tired enough to deny himself the simple pleasure of his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth.

He drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, hands grabbing Charles thighs until he’s got enough grip to pull the man to him. Until he’s close enough that Max can press a chaste kiss to the side of his knee, his inner thigh where his thumbprint is still fading, working his way upward as Charles’ breath stutters in his throat, somehow obscenely loud in the quiet of the space.

“So is this how you want to spend all of summer break?” Max asks, pausing his exploration of Charles’ body, but not pulling away. His breath is warm against Charles’ skin, the promise of something more with enough edge to make Charles a little crazy with the thought of it.

Teasing him is so fun, maybe the best part of being able to have the man at all. Yeah, the sex is great, but the way he can take Charles apart simply by picking at the exposed parts of him, that’s orgasmic on its own. Charles sounds so pretty when he whines, Max thinks it is probably his favorite noise.

“Because I’m not against it, Charlie. Keeping you here, spread out for me.”

Charles keens.

Max knows if he looked now he’d see a blush spreading across the Monégasque’s cheeks. Instead, he presses his lips back to the soft flesh of Charles thigh, kisses him innocently, and then bites.

Charles jerks beneath him, a startled cry filling the empty space of the room. It is Max’s firm hands on his thighs that hold him down onto the mattress.

“You- you are a menace.”

Max laughs, “You started it.” He licks the spot where Charles’ skin is already turning an irritated red, like an apology.

One of Charles’ hands finds its way into Max’s hair, scratching lightly along the scalp. Max chases the feeling until he’s shifted upward, his attention pulled to Charles’ dick dripping precum against his stomach. His stomach that’s already wet with a significant amount of it.

Max chokes a little on his own spit.

“How long have you been like this, baby?”

He pictures Charles hard and leaking while Max had his final debrief with the team before the official start of break. Pictures Charles whining for him while Max was sipping ginger ale from first class. Not coming, or touching himself, because Max knows what the aftereffects of an orgasm looks like on Charles and none of the signs are there.

“Too long,” Charles whines.

Max glances up at him, finally takes in the flush of his cheeks and his bitten raw lips. The way his pupils are blown wide already, before Max has even touched him.

“Please,” Charles begs.

Max admires his resolve, because he nearly comes in his jeans just from hearing Charles plead. Instead, he takes Charles’ dick in his hand and licks precum from the tip like an apology, while Charles tenses and a cry of relief spills out of him.

It’s a cry that only grows in volume when Max sucks Charles into his mouth and swallows down to the root.

“Fuck.”

Charles’ hand in his hair pulls, instinctively, unthinkingly, until Max can feel the sting of follicle being threatened to be pulled from root. Charles’ fingernails are pinpricks against his scalp. Max presses his tongue to the underside of Charles’ cock, the vein there, just to make Charles pull harder.

“Fuck. Merde. Fuck.”

Max wonders if Italy knows he has their golden boy spewing profanities like water from a fountain. Wonders if the Tifosi realize he can take their predestined apart with just his tongue and a barely there touch of his teeth to Charles’ cock. The empty threat of pain that will never be fulfilled. He wonders if they are jealous, hopes they are.

“Max, Max.”

Max is not a religious man, but he does love to worship at the altar of Charles, so maybe he is not that different from the Italian men to begin with. Charles pants his name and Max thinks it is probably the closest he will get to heaven.

Through his lashes, he glances up at Charles, reverence and adoration written across his features. Charles’ hips stutter off the mattress, his own gaze heavy and hazy when he looks down at Max with open love. Max wants to drown in him. The taste of him, the scent of him, wants to choke himself on the length of Charles’ cock until there is nothing left.

“Unh, I’m-,” Charles cries, before the words get stuck in his throat and he’s gasping out another high whine. His head falls back to expose the long column of his neck. Max is going to leave marks there later, plot out a course to Charles’ mouth simply because he can.

He’s close.

Max pulls off just enough to lick spit and precum from Charles’ slit before sucking back down and letting Charles thrust up into the warmth of his mouth. There is familiarity to it, like Charles is used to making a space for himself in Max’s throat.

He keeps one hand on Charles’ waist, the other splayed across the solid expanse of his abdomen so he can feel when Charles tenses. Charles’ skin is warm, sun-kissed tan against his palm, hot with the built-up need to release.

Max presses against his stomach, hollows out his cheeks, and makes a choked noise just so Charles will feel the hum of it. It sends him over the edge with a cry and Max’s name being gasped to the ceiling like a prayer. The hand in Max’s hair tightens to a fist, holds him down until the warm bitter taste of come stops hitting the back of his throat and Charles’ cock stops twitching in his mouth.

He does press his teeth there then, lightly, just to hear the hiss of oversensitivity from Charles’ lips.

When Charles falls back against the bed, he takes the sharp point of his nails against Max’s scalp with him. Max pulls off his softening dick and a bead of spit follows him. Charles watches through his lashes, until the string of saliva breaks, his lips already curling into a contented smile.

He reaches, lazy hand grabbing at the air, long fingers curling in the empty rays of dusty sunlight, and Max goes willingly.

“A nice surprise, then?” Charles mummers against his temple when they’re curled up together on the mattress. Charles is already running a teasing finger along the waistband of Max’s too tight jeans, dipping just below the denim with a promise.

Max hums, nods, swallows so he can taste Charles at the back of his throat.

“You should be naked in my bed more often, all the time maybe.”

Charles pinches the exposed skin at his hipbone and Max hisses.

“Our bed.”

Max turns his head, angles forward until he can kiss Charles with all the softness and vulnerability he can muster. He feels Charles smile against him.

“Our bed.”

[tetralea]

The safety car makes me sad 😢 I'm sorry that i come here because i need some comfort and also have a plot. You are definitely the best one who can combine them tgt!

I saw your post about max being jealous over charles and carlos. Today I present you a new one: george! He seems to want to talk to Charles so much although charles is a sad meow meow and seems to be happy when he gets a chance during the post race conference, ignoring max who sits between them. There're photos of lestappen playing champagne tgt which are cute and precious but i just can't get George out of my head.

(You can make it a/b/o if you want to. I love your works always!)

Ahh, it was so underwhelming! I was really hoping for a restart and some fight between Max and Charles. :(

Ayy, your are very sweet! 💕

I think we all saw those photos, the way Charles looked at George, and how he was rather talking to him than to Max. Well Max saw it too.

I think he wouldn’t say anything then and there, he would definitely just stand a tad bit closer the Charles, kind of inserting himself into the picture and the conversation. Charles is a bit oblivious, not necessarily noticing when he gives instant heart eyes to someone, or subtly flirts. So, when they are alone, maybe already back in the hotel, he just corners Charles, and kisses him a bit more possessive than he first wanted. Charles is breathless.

“Baby, can you not openly flirt with other people?” It’s a fair ask, no? “Sebastian I get, Carlos I can accept, but now Russel? Really? While I’m standing right next to you?” Charles is a bit lost trying to remember when did that happen, but his back is pressed to the wall, Max’s hips pinning him to it, chest pressed against his, one hand gently lifting his wrists above his head.

“I swear I didn’t.” His voice is breaking into a moan when Max very unfairly bites down on his neck, where he knows Charles is the most sensitive. He holds the brunette, because he also knows it is like a reset button on Charles, his brain goes empty, knees giving in, body limp for a second. He is nibbling on that spot and Charles is putty in his arms in a second. “No fair.” It’s a breathy moan, before his eyes rolling back, head falling against the wall, trusting Max that he won’t let him collapse.

Max makes sure to take care of that spot on both sides, and by the times he is done Charles is a panting, whining mess. It’s easy to manhandle him onto the bed, stripping him quickly, making him even further gone with maddening kisses, and palming him trough his boxers.

“I bet he couldn’t make you feel this good this fast.” He is right but it takes some time for Charles to come up with any answer.

“I wouldn’t even want him. But I’m telling you it was nothing.”

“I know.” Max waits until Charles looks him in the eyes, kissing him reassuringly. “But wanted to remind you a little. And I bet you will remember if I don’t let you come a few times.”

Charles mewled, a sound resembling to a broken no. He was in for a long and agonising night, by the end with Max’s name and only that on his lips and in his mind as he finally tumbled over that edge into a mind numbing orgasm. George who?

[tetralea]

Hey it's music anon again. I hope you had a great day :)

This time with a song you most likely know, but I had an idea to it that I needed to share and you were the first person I could think of.

If today was your last day by Nickelback

The grid goes for karaoke (probably Dan's idea, encouraged by Seb and Lando).

Most of them sang already and now it was Max's turn. AMax chose that song and begins to sing it.

When he gets to would you forgive your enemies? he would look at Charles. Charles looks right back at him. The Monegasques is his friend now in some ways and Max really likes it

Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?

Max secretly has a crush on Charles and it's hard for him to admit it. Well he found the one he's dreaming of and looks right at him, practically sings it at him.

Swear up and down to God above That you finally fall in love

Max could fall in love with Charles, his fluffy brown hair, those green yellow eyes and just how adorable and endearing he is. But he was sure Charles wouldn't feel the same.

When the song ended they both still stared at each other. Everyone around them looks at them and can feel the tension. What would happen next?

Charles stands up and pulled Max in a hug, kisses his temple and tells him that everything will be alright.

They don't hang around after that and leave together, hand in hand. The tension is still there. They go to Charles apartment and as soon as they entered it Charles kisses Max. He would reason it with "I didn't want to have it in front of everyone."

Hii, music anon! <3

I had a great day thank you, had a brunch with my 2 best friends then went to wall climbing with hubs, my body is currently dying. (This was on Saturday when i started to reply lol)

Awww, I'm so happy you thought of me hehe also I adore this idea.

I love it so much I'm reluctant to add any of mine hahah. I can just picture the song ending and the tension just lingering there and everyone else just looking at them back and forth. So Max either flees the scene or Charles moves first which he does and grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room and his hand feel strange wrapped around Max's but it is a welcomed feeling, it grounds the both of them in the emotional chaos they are in. They are silent until they walk to Charles’ place where they kiss and it is just so sweet, and seemingly never ends, it is interrupted by a fit of giggles or a deep sigh but they immediately find their ways to the other’s lips. Maybe Charles is being all cheesy and also says something about ‘I hope today is not my last day’.

For the change I also have a song for you: Johnas Blue, Naked. It is so good I think and if it’s not lestappen in denial… the part where it goes ‘you only say you love when we’re naked’ I can totally picture Charles just saying it sometimes in the heat of the moment, when they are wrapped around each other, monas and whimpers mixing and he just breaths it on Max’s skin, or when Max makes him feel especially good he would go ‘Jesus I love you’.