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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| word count: 6.1k
Fic is part of the @f1playlistficexchange challenge for @mothlau <3
look at the sky, it’s the colour of love - genderbent lestappen au (snippet)
art student Charlie and geology PhD candidate Max.
“Have you done this before?” Max whispered in between wet kisses, going in so quickly after asking the question that Charlie barely had enough time to answer. They kiss a few more times, Max running her thumb along Charlie’s jawline, nipping away at Charlie’s glossy lips she gets a little taste on her tongue.
Charlie smiled into the kiss before she slowly pulled away, giggling slightly as Max chased her lips. Charlie placed her hands on Max’s torso and leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek. Max felt Charlie run her thumbs back and forth on Max’s side and the small touch was so intimate, Max felt goosebumps form on her skin, despite the summer heat.
“Have I had sex before?” Charlie asked, teasingly. She looked up at Max, her green eyes full of mischief and her smile so cunning it made Max want to go in for more. “Yes Max,” she nodded her head, letting out a teasing huff, “I’ve had sex before-“
“No,” Max interrupted, laughing to herself before running her thumb up her jawline and to the junction of her neck. She gave her a reassuring smile, looking into her eyes before seriously asking “have you slept with a woman before?”
“I mean, no,” Charlie said nervously, biting her lip “but oral, fingering, it’s all the same, no?”
Max shook her head, the smile still on her lips. God, how can she go from being the most sexy, teasing person ever to being all doe eyed and innocent? It made Max want her even more.
Max decided to move on from this train of thought and asked, “When was the last time you had sex?”
Charlie let out a sigh before answering, “I don’t know, about a month ago?”
Max nodded her head and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her lips, giving her a little reward before asking “And did you feel good?”
“Yeah,” Charlie replied slowly, unsurely, as her eyelids fluttered “yeah I… felt good.”
“So you finished, yeah?” Max asked cautiously, running her fingers through Charles’ curly hair.
Charlie suddenly becomes nervous, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, “what?”
“Did you come, Charlie?” Max asked directly.
“Well…” Charlie let out a sigh before continuing. “Well, no.” Max barely had any time to react before Charlie launched into an explanation, “but it still felt good!” She insisted, nodding her head. “Sex isn’t always about completion, besides it’s my fault, I’ve always had a problem with orgasming.”
That made Max pause. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked, “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else,” She admitted, so quietly and almost… ashamed it made Max see red. “But it's me,” that made Max feel worse, like she should hunt down every damn bastard that got to lay his hands on this beautiful woman and leave her not only unsatisfied but also feeling like she should blame herself. “I think I'm too nervous when I'm with people, it stops me…” she trailed off but let out a deep breath before continuing, her head turned to the side, unable to look at Max, “I hope that’s okay?”
Well, that just won’t do.
“Look at me, princess,” Max said softly, taking Charlie’s chin between her thumb and forefinger and turning her face towards herself. Charlie looked at her with glassy eyes, and Max didn’t mean for this conversation to make her feel bad.
But she was ready to fix it.
“Someone being unable to make you comfortable during an intimate act,” Max began, trying to keep her voice calm as she shook her head. “Someone being unable to make you come is never your fault, do you understand?”
“But, I-“
“Do you understand?” Max said more firmly, using the grip she had on her chin to bring Charlie forward and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Yes, yes I understand.”
“Good.” Max replied with a nod, “Now get on the bed.”
Charlie seemed to hesitate, bitting her lip once more. “But-“
“Your lack of faith in me is really disheartening, Charlie.” Max said, partly as a joke but partly coming from a genuine place.
“I just don’t want to make you feel bad when,” she replied truthfully, “when you-“
“When I what?” Max teased, walking her backwards. “Get you wet, make you come, give you multiple orgasms?
Charlie blushed furiously and stopped when the back of her knees hit the mattress. “Max…”
Max leaned in and gave her a small, simple peck before lifting her hand from her chin and cupping the side of her cheek, running her thumb along Charlie’s cheekbone. It seemed to sedate her enough, leaning into her hand again it gave Max the courage to carry on.”
“Now,” she said slowly, “be a good girl and get on the bed.”
"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
