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theawesomemaple · 3 hours ago

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Posting about the world's least canonical ship & having somebody tag it like "this is making me want to watch that show" is always so funny like no sorry I'm lying to you

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theawesomemaple · 3 hours ago

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Shining Gemini.

I love pink ! ❤❤❤

There's one hand that I forgot to draw. I upload it again. I'm stupid. (ㄒoㄒ)

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theawesomemaple · 14 hours ago

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what's cookin good lookin. 😏🩵

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theawesomemaple · 15 hours ago

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7.8k, lestappen | a 5 + 1 fic

Post-Austria 2019, a two-person house party, Post-Abu Dhabi 2021, a silly lover’s quarrel, and an early morning proposal.

Five kisses. Five years. One love story.

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“Oh, will you just—”

Shut the fuck up, Charles means to say, but instead, he plummets forward, and attacks Max’s mouth with his own. A bloom of pain rings through his face when their teeth clash and their noses bump.

#fics

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theawesomemaple · 15 hours ago

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it is of course, always daniel. it was daniel who sent that super license video, daniel who was the teammate that mattered, daniel is the one who’s steering wheel he still uses, daniel who would drown with him, “i love you daniel, i love you” with puppets, daniel who he would reply to right away, daniel who he would go on a not a romantic date with, daniel he would go on a deserted island with, daniel who’s fun to be around, daniel who would whisper in his ears to guide him, daniel would be his emergency contact, daniel.

always daniel.of course daniel.

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theawesomemaple · 16 hours ago

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"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)

#norstappen

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theawesomemaple · 19 hours ago

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theawesomemaple · 2 days ago

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that thing where seb grabs onto lewis' shoulders and tries to shake him up but forgets the fact that he's 5'9 and lewis is a trained fighter so the only thing he accomplishes is getting a fond little laugh out of lewis

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theawesomemaple · 2 days ago

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stay strength pecco bagnaia <3

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theawesomemaple · 2 days ago

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The Tattoo Guide (complete as of 2023, ref: A Complete Guide to Daniel's Tattoos by @go-daniel)

Many many thanks to @blamemma, @go-daniel, @toastandvegemite, @officialmood, @lasttomakeithome and anon for helping me find the clips, and @dutchgp for encouraging me to do this project 🤍

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theawesomemaple · 2 days ago

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whatever [dons my gay apparel]

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theawesomemaple · 3 days ago

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omorashi and maxiel or maxcar plsplspls 🙏🙏

omorashi for maxcar! my first piss kink fic, tysm for trusting me!! also if you don't like piss play... pls don't perceive (for the kink prompt ask)

“Max, please, I can’t—” Oscar gasps when Max pushes in anyway, palm pressed against Oscar’s lower belly, right above his cock. Right over his horribly, painfully full bladder.

Oscar really should’ve gone before the race. Should’ve known that Max would do this, drag him into a supply closet and shove him up against the wall, tugging his race suit and fireproofs down just below his arse.

Max fucks in deep and grinds, making Oscar feel it, right as he presses firmly against Oscar’s bladder.

“Stop,” Oscar pants. “Stop, fuck, or I’ll—”

“What?” Max asks calmly, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s neck. “What’ll happen if I don’t stop?”

“I’ll—” Oscar breaks off on a groan when Max digs his thumb into Oscar’s lower belly, a tiny bit of liquid escaping Oscar’s cock. Oscar’s not sure whether it’s pre-come or piss and the thought’s obliteratingly hot, so hot that Oscar lets out a desperate whimper and arches his back, trying to take Max deeper.

Max groans, fucking in hard, his other hand coming up to grab Oscar’s chin, turning his head to pull him in for a wet kiss. Oscar moans into the kiss, breaking off on a frantic whine when a few more drops spill into his fireproofs.

“Max, please, you have to—” Oscar’s cock stings, tears pricking in his eyes. “Fuck Max, you can’t—you’re gonna make me piss myself.”

Max lets out a loud moan, dragging his hand down to squeeze Oscar’s achingly hard cock.

“No, don’t,” Oscar begs, throbbing in Max’s hand. “Don’t do that, please.”

“Why not?” Max asks, nosing at Oscar’s cheek. “You liked it last time.”

Oscar whimpers at the reminder, squeezing his eyes shut. They’d fucked in Max’s hotel room and Oscar hadn’t pissed before, had sort of liked feeling desperate and achey, the edge of pain and embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to, like, actually piss. Just sort of liked getting fucked while he felt desperate, the adrenaline and shame of knowing he might be too overwhelmed to hold it.

But Max had shoved Oscar onto his hands and knees and fucked him deep and slow, brought Oscar to the edge over and over again until Oscar was sobbing on his cock. When Max pulled Oscar up by his hair and wrapped a hand around Oscar’s throat, other hand splayed over Oscar’s stomach, Oscar cried and begged Max to stop, begged Max to let Oscar go to the toilet and take a piss.

Max had gone silent behind him and Oscar panicked, thought he’d grossed Max out enough that Max would kick him out. But Max groaned, long and low, and said, “Fuck, Oscar, do you think—you can, if you want, on me—like this.”

“No, I can—I can hold it,” Oscar whimpered.

And he’d really thought he could. He’d been right on the edge of coming, sure that he’d make it, when Max fucked in and pressed hard against Oscar’s lower belly. A stream of piss shot out of Oscar’s cock and Oscar sobbed, reaching down to grab his cock like he could stop it.

“M’sorry,” Oscar cried, squeezing his cock, trying to stop it even as piss dribbled around his fingers. “Fuck, Max, I can’t—”

But Max just moaned, tugging Oscar’s fingers away from his cock, chin hooked over Oscar’s shoulder. “Let me watch,” Max ordered, voice low.

Oscar sobbed but he let Max watch him piss himself, liquid running down his thighs and onto the sheets, Max fucking him steadily, little spurts of piss shooting out with each thrust of Max’s hips. He felt embarrassed, scared, desperately turned on. Everything all at once and he didn’t want it to stop, wanted Max to keep fucking the piss out of him, forcing him to humiliate himself.

“M’sorry,” Oscar whimpered. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry.”

But Max didn’t say anything, just wrapped his fingers around Oscar’s wet cock and stroked him, kept stroking him until Oscar was coming with a desperate whine, his cock and balls aching and sore. He felt emptied out, drained, delirious, and Max shoved him down onto the bed, shoved him into his own mess, fucked him hard until Max came with a deep groan, biting hard into Oscar’s shoulder.

Max hadn’t been weird about it after, had just shrugged and said, “We’ll leave a big tip.” He’d given Oscar a delighted little grin, eyes crinkling, and added, “Worth it, of course.”

That’s the thing about Max. The thing that keeps Oscar coming back time and time again. Max sort of seems to like being gross, seems to like that Oscar’s gross, too. Just looks confused whenever Oscar gets all shy and ashamed about what he likes in bed.

But as much as Oscar wants Max to make him piss himself, they’re in a supply closet in the middle of the fucking paddock. Oscar has a team debrief after this and he’d prefer not to have to walk into McLaren wearing a piss-soaked race suit.

In the end, he shoves Max off him and pushes Max back against the wall, sinks to his knees and sucks Max off until Max is coming in his mouth. Oscar can’t help but notice that Max looks disappointed.

Sure enough, as Oscar’s climbing to his feet, Max frowns at him and says, “You didn’t piss.”

Oscar barks out a laugh. “Yep, keen eye.”

“You will tonight though, yes?” Max asks, staring in that focused way of his that always makes Oscar feel slightly off-balance. “Come to my hotel room? I ordered this latex sheet online that we can put on the bed.” Max mimes spreading a sheet over the bed and tucking in the corners.

“You did research,” Oscar says, looking at Max with what he’s sure is a stunned expression.

Max shrugs. “Of course. I enjoyed it last time. If you didn’t—”

“No,” Oscar says quickly. “No, I—I liked it.”

Max grins. “Okay, then. You will come to my hotel room.”

Oscar nods, dazed. He’s not sure why Max buying a latex sheet feels so romantic, but it does, and Oscar can’t help but lean in and press a quick kiss to Max’s lips. Max moans, deepening the kiss. Oscar lets him. He still desperately needs to piss, but he reckons he can hold it. And well, if he can’t—he’s pretty sure they both sort of like that.

#YESSSSSSS #thank u for actually picking the prompt u were fantastic #fics

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theawesomemaple · 3 days ago

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welcome back c!dream

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theawesomemaple · 4 days ago

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Ruined orgasm + norstappen

my favorite kink with my current favorite pairing 🥹 i love you darling anon (from this kink prompt ask)

“Please, Max,” Lando whines, thighs shaking next to Max’s ears, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch. “Need to come.”

Max wants to roll his eyes despite the cock in his mouth. He knows Lando’s desperate to come because Lando hasn’t been able to shut up about it. Lando always gets like this when Max doesn’t get him off, whiny and pouty, moping around the flat like he’s being tortured. Always grumbling about how sore his balls are, how he can’t sleep when he’s hard, how he hates waking up with his underwear all sticky.

Max thinks the problem is he spoils Lando too much. Makes Lando think that if he just begs enough, Max will give in. The thing is, Max does, usually. He likes watching Lando come too much—the way Lando’s mouth drops open in a perfect little o, how his eyes go all wide and wet, how he always comes so much, all over his taut stomach. Max loves licking it off him, dragging his tongue over Lando’s skin while Lando shakes under him, letting out breathy whines when Max gets too close to his cock.

The real problem, Max thinks, is that his desires are mutually opposed—he wants to watch Lando come but he doesn’t want to reward him for all his whining, which an orgasm, inherently, does.

But Max got an idea a few months ago while Lando was showing him some porn clip he liked, a man getting tied up and edged until, right at the last minute, the dom takes his hands away, forcing the sub to spill all over himself without anything touching him, awful and unsatisfying.

“You’d like that?” Max asked, eyes glued to the screen.

Lando shifted next to him tucking one socked foot over the other. “Dunno, if ‘like’ is the right word, mate.”

“But you’d let me do that to you?” Max asked, finally glancing over at Lando.

Lando’s cheeks were flushed and he was chewing on his lip but he nodded, once.

Max hasn’t really thought about it since, too distracted by the season, too busy to really think about all the ways he wanted to torture Lando. But it’s winter break and now they have nothing but time.

Max pulls off Lando’s cock, letting his hand take over. Lando shivers at the change of stimulation, twitching in Max’s hold, squirming against the sofa cushions. Max loves Lando like this, desperate and strung out, almost unbearably sensitive to every touch. If everything goes to plan, Max can keep him this way for a few days longer.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Max says.

Lando whimpers, blinking down at Max with wet eyes. He already looks close to tears. Good, Max thinks. He sort of wants to make him cry.

“You’ll let me come, yeah?” Lando asks, lip quivering like he expects Max to say no.

“Yeah, I’ll let you come,” Max says. It’s not a lie, technically.

“Fuck, thank you,” Lando whines, fucking up into Max’s fist, relief clear in his voice.

Max has to hide his smile by sinking back down on Lando’s cock, sucking Lando exactly the way Lando likes, the way that Max knows will have Lando on the edge in minutes.

Sure enough, after a minute, Lando’s eyes are squeezed tight and he grits out, “M’close.”

Max pulls off, still stroking Lando with his hand. “Then come.”

Lando’s mouth drops open in that perfect little o, eyes flying open. Max feels Lando’s cock kick in his hand and Max gives one more stroke before pulling his hand away, watching in awe as Lando starts to spill over his stomach, his neglected cock pulsing and twitching, spurting come all over his tan skin.

“Max,” Lando cries out, staring down at his cock with a devastated expression. “Fuck, Max, please, I don’t—” He breaks off on a sob, hands flying up to cover his face as his cock keeps spilling.

"M'not coming," Lando says, voice muffled by his hands as he lets out another shuddering sob. "M'not." But his cock pulses another wave of come even as he says it, and Max knows it must feel like nothing. Knows it must feel awful to want it so bad and have it not even feel good.

The thought has Max achingly hard, and he has to bring a hand down to touch himself as he watches Lando come.

As Lando’s orgasm starts to peter out, Max reaches his free hand up to tug Lando’s hands away from his face, revealing Lando's tear-stained cheeks, his eyes and face a splotchy red.

Lando gives him a miserable look and lets out a heartbroken little, “Max.”

“What do you say after you come?” Max asks. He knows he’s being a dick but, however much Lando complains about it, he knows Lando likes when he’s a dick. That Lando wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.

“Fuck you,” Lando snivels, bringing a hand up to scrub away a tear.

Max barks out a laugh, hand speeding up on his cock. “If you want me to let you come anytime in the next month,” Max says, “you’ll be polite.”

“I didn’t even come,” Lando says, letting out another sob.

Max brings a hand to Lando’s stomach, dragging two fingers through the mess and holding it up to Lando’s lips. “You did, baby. Look how much you came.”

Lando whimpers but he lets Max push his fingers into his mouth, sucks his own come off them. When Max pulls his fingers free, Lando whispers, “Thank you.”

“Fuck,” Max groans, pushing to his feet, planning to add to the mess on Lando’s stomach.

Lando makes an anguished noise at the sight. “Don’t you fucking dare, Max, don’t make me watch you fucking come.”

Max comes.

#oh fuck yes #fics

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theawesomemaple · 5 days ago

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After multiple meltdowns and throwing my phone across the room (I shattered my screen) I'm finally done (god bless Pinterest for pose references)