leztappen, streamer max and pop star charles, rated gen, 3.3k
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charlesleclerc: where is my husband? what is taking him so long to find me? 💍
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maximumspeed: (picture of max, at last year’s twitch gala, streamer of the year award in her hand, in a tight fitting corset and suit pants, smirking smugly at the camera) i don’t know about husband, but if you’re looking for a wife, i could be all yours 😽
liked by charlesleclerc
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or: twitch streamer maximumspeed has always had a crush on pop star charles leclerc
leztappen socmed fic (whatsapp chat and insta post) that follows how they got together. spoiler: they're idiots | 3390 words | completed
pov: you are a ghost looking over the shoulder of charles leclerc, massive loser femme, while she looks through her whatsapp chat with her equally lame butch lover. and then you watch as she posts an unhinged instagram post too, because she's slightly insane.
MY BRAIN JUICED ALL OVER THIS BUT SHE IS HERE!!!! THE CODED SLIGHTLY INTERACTIVE FIC!!!!
“If you’re dressed like that, it’d be a shame to waste it on this line,” Max said, eyes flicking deliberately over Charles. “You could come with me. I promise this time you’ll actually get in.”
She looked at the line of people standing across the road. Charles turned her head to the side, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear to better stare at the other woman.
There was also the fact that Charles would absolutely not have picked this outfit just to go back to her dorm and peel it off in defeat.
“Okay,” she said, slipping her phone back into her purse. “Why not?”
or; leztappen get together in Berlin
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Fic is part of the @f1playlistficexchange challenge for @mothlau <3
"girl!charles/girl!max - lestappen at its most logical imo" big leztappen fan, but can you elaborate on the logical part? 👀🙏
i'm a lestappen skeptic in the sense that a lot of paranormal investigators are huge skeptics who are willing to believe but have strict(ish) standards of evidence needed to actually believe in it.
i want to like lestappen but i'm mostly unmoved by it. a lot of lestappen fails to answer the question of why they'd be drawn to each other in a specific moment. contrary to popular conspiracy theory, i don't think that they have a super unique love and respect for each other outside of what each symbolically represent: that they came up at the same time, and charles drives for the most beloved team on the grid, and max is the most successful driver of their age group.
not denying the significance of these things, especially in making them important to each other, but these things (in my opinion) haven't made them gravitate towards each other. i don't think they were like, overwhelmingly important to each other as kids. i don't think they live in each other's minds much more than other drivers. would these things make them more important to each other than anyone else? i don't think so, as things stand now. i struggle to buy that any kind of deeper romantic or sexual relationship would develop from their current dynamic. they've had their moments, and it's not that i'm averse to the idea, it's just that i need to be convinced. why him? why right now?
rule 63 goes a long way towards making lestappen more convincing, i think. with leztappen, it's not just that charles is a ferrari driver and max has won four world championships; it's these things and that by virtue of being two women in a male-dominated space, they're constantly compared to each other. one's success is measured by the other's. they're often the only women in a room. they're often put in the same room. as women, the things that make them obliquely symbolically important to each other IRL obtain a much more concrete material significance. it's logical
girl!max would exist in relation to girl!charles; girl!charles would exist in relation to girl!max. you can't really say the same for lestappen irl, not consistently at least.
She tilts her chin up to get closer, smirking as she squints the sun out of her eyes, “What if I told you I wanted to put my mouth to good use again, darling? Get another taste of your cunt.”
Charles whimpers, her eyes fluttering softly. Max watches the way the ink black of her lashes brushes the tops of her cheeks. The beauty mark under her eye disappears between the soft creases of her skin. Max wants to kiss her slack lips, push her onto her back, and lift her dress to pull her bloomers down and bury her face right at the apex of her thighs. She always feasts greedily, nibbling and sucking down whatever Charles gives her.
Charles’ eyelids lift slowly, her blown pupils showing and her beautiful green darkened. Max lets her eyes fall shut, already leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss when Charles suddenly speaks up in a teasing tone.
“What if I told you that you have to catch me first?”
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dedicated to @starrwrrld as a late birthday present as well as my gift to y'all since my bday was yesterday <333
Max gets pushed off the track and Charlotte gets the win. It's a story that has happened before, except the girls are grown now and must handle their feelings professionally. And by that I mean, through emotionally charged lesbian sex.
tags: formula one yuri - genderbent Lestappen; top!Charlotte; bottom!Max.
warnings: shameless smut; semi-public sex; porn with some plot.
disclaimer: english is not my first language. please forgive any f1 innaccuracies i may have created for plot reasons. hate comments will be blocked. feedback is highly appreciated!
"Charlotte, can you tell us more about what happened today, on turn seven?"
"Well, there's not much I can add to it, it's all in the footage. I'd say it was just an occurance on the racetrack and Max, uhh, unfortunately DNF'ed because of it."
She avoided using that word. It ticked Max off, the way she chose her words; it felt like she did it solely to spite her.
Max watched from a corner as all the press people had their full attention on Charlotte, taking turns to try and pry the same bits of information out of her. One by one they attempted to pick apart what had happened, dissecting all of Max's mistakes in the process.
Max listened with intention as her father had instructed years ago, but this time it stung her ears more than usual. There was nothing to argue in this situation. Even if Charlie did get a nasty penalty for it, she'd still be a race winner, having finished light years ahead of everyone. They all saw this as a direct consequence of Max's dirty driving, as if she already had it coming.
Max dried her hair some more as she watched the interview unfold; the towel provided her some discretion from the cameras. Charlie also had one around her neck, but it was like she didn't need it. She was glowing with excitement, the corners of her mouth pulled up at every answer, despite that ever-present look of sadness in her eyes; the two braids that held her hair together were still in mint condition. The picture filled Max's stomach with sensations she couldn't yet name; it had never felt this confusing to lose.
As she made a quick exit she realized she couldn't escape the swarm of reporters outside. The questions were all the same and too overwhelming.
"An inchident, my ass," she managed to blurt out as she escaped them, "but congratulations to Charlie on her first win. Can't say it wasn't well deserved," Max added bitterly, walking away.
Max's stomach was swirling by the time she managed to reach the nearest restroom, just in time to empty it in the toilet bowl. This never happened. She strived to appear composed, to take her losses with dignity. She washed herself as best as she managed and changed into her spare clothes, a bit incognito, shoving the racesuit in her bag. She then tried to ruffle out her hair in a nice way, finally reaching for her Red Bull cap; she liked that it disguised her post-race hair, and this time, the puffiness in her eyes.
The door creaked and someone else entered. Max stared at her own hands, pretending to be packing the rest of her things.
"I like your hair like that, you know? All messy, after a race."
She'd recognize this accent anywhere. It sent a chill down Max's spine.
She looked up to find Charlotte's image in the mirror; she was still in her Ferrari suit, now leaning cheekily against the door, arms crossed in front of herself. The red uniform suited her so nicely, but again, didn't everything? She had already undone her braids, her wavy hair now falling over her shoulders, the winner's cap secured in her hand. Max found herself staring unresponsively, until she felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes and was forced to look back down, at the stuff that she was packing, at anything, really.
As she focused all of her energy on composing herself, she nearly didn't notice the body that was creeping up behind her. Looking up at the mirror she found Charlie, her childhood friend and rival, staring back with the softest smile. As her arms smoothly embraced Max's waist, she tucked her head in the crane of Max's neck, planting a gentle kiss at the skin there.
"I know you've been wanting this too, Maxie," she said between soft kisses that made Max shiver. "This is okay, hm?"
With her breath now caught in her throat, Max allowed Charlie's fingers to roam freely beneath her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her belly. She even let them find the gap between her jeans and underwear, teasingly undoing the buttons, then the zipper. Max blushed as it revealed her cheeky, white panties with little drawn-on cats.
It was as if she was brainless. Max let the woman spin her around by the waist and pull her jeans down, kneeling before her in the process. Her breath was hitched, her eyes glazed over with feelings she couldn't process just yet. Charlotte clutched the edge of Max's undies, fingers sliding between fabric and skin; her eyes lingered on the silly drawings, which brought a smile to her lips. She looked up at Max.
"Sit so we can do this properly, no?"
In that moment, Max wondered if this was some sort of subconscious, screwed up need for more humiliation, after having lost to the woman in such a shameful way. Either that or this was some sort of consolation prize, and she had been taught from a formative age to hate consolation prizes. It was fucked up to be this turned on by either of those scenarios, but there was not a single bone in her body that didn't feel like giving in, completely and absolutely, to Charlie's touch. It was a no-brainer. Her panties came off too easily. Her legs were spread and positioned over Charlie's shoulders in record time. It all happened too fast for Max to even process, because then Charlie was already grabbing her ass and diving in, wasting none of the time they had before someone realized they were missing.
Max let out an embarrassing moan at the contact.
And the worst part is, Charlie looked like an angel while doing the most ungodly things between her legs. Max felt like she could burst had she kept looking down at the scene before her, perfect hair framing perfect features, a little smirk upon noticing that Max was looking. Her long nose brushed teasingly against Max's clit as she ate her with her tongue, only to dive in her pussy hairs as she paid attention to Max's sweet spot, licking and sucking away. She would look up occasionally with those big green eyes of hers just to absolutely wreck any last bit of sanity there was left in Max, and Max would bite back her moans every time, just for Charlie to tighten her grip on her ass and bring her even closer. Tears threatened to fall off of Max's eyes, too stimulated and vulnerable, while she tried to hold herself together.
And then, without much warning, Max felt two fingers pushing inside of her.
She couldn't decide whether it felt too vulnerable to be in this mess of a state before someone who was fully clothed and in charge, or if she was currently on top of the world, having no one less than Grand Prix winner Charlotte Leclerc at her feet, pleasuring her. She desperately needed to believe the latter, but the way Charlie's fingers played inside of her just reminded her of how she'd let this woman take every ounce of her dignity, if she asked nicely. Her fingers were strong, despite the delicate appearance of her hands, hitting Max in all the right places, stimulating her twice as much with her tongue still dancing around her clit.
Max couldn't contain an embarrassing scream as she reached her climax. Her legs clenched around Charlie's shoulders as the woman thoroughly helped her through it and beyond, to the point that Max was too sensitive to even protest.
She fell back against the mirror, her breathing ragged, her muscles still spasming, as Charlie, too, composed herself. She finally looked flushed and deranged, and knowing that Max had been the one to cause that felt great. At that moment, she wanted nothing less than to taste herself in Charlotte's pretty, swollen lips, and so she leaned forward, grabbing the collar of her suit. She understood the message; their lips joined in a wet and dirty kiss. It felt gross, but oddly intimate, and very hot.
Max didn't want to think too much about the fact that this was the first time they had kissed, or why that even mattered in the first place, since this probably counted as a one-time thing.
To her disappointment, they parted too soon. Charlotte adjusted the black cap on her head once more, and just like that, she was out of the door. Max looked down at her exposed cunt and at her clothes that were all over the floor; it took her brain a minute to function once again, to realize that she needed to dress herself. If it wasn't for the embarrassment mixed with her post-orgasm bliss, she would think this had been a dream.
Just outside the restroom, Daniela took in Max's state with wide eyes.
"Oh. My God!!!!" Her stupid smile grew impossibly wider as she put together the pieces. "Maxie!!!! Is this what i think it is?"
"Wait, wha-"
"I've been told you didn't look well, so I was meant to find and check on you. But it seems like Charlotte already did, so." She couldn't contain her giddiness and playful nature as she threw an arm around Max.
"Dani, what did you hear-"
"I just got here in time to catch you two walking out. So luckily, nothing."
Max hushed her, craning her neck to check for possibly anyone. Most of the personnel had already left. "Not bad at all, Maxie!" Dani added, grinning wide and giving her friend a tight squeeze.
Max let herself be led to the hotel by her teammate, who she knew would be bothering her incessantly about this inchident for weeks to come. The bittersweetness of it all still clouded her judgement, yet the image of her beautiful opponent knelt at her feet had been irreversibly etched into Max's brain - for better or for worse.
