lestappen sunday n°10, happy anniversary everyone ✨
Driver Max Verstappen / Race Engineer Charles Leclerc, E, 12500 words, on AO3
Summary:
“I can’t-” Charles pants, on the edge of hyperventilating again. He snatches his hand away from Max's throat. “I won’t choke you, you cannot ask that of me. I can’t do that to you, Max, I just can’t.”
Oh.
“That’s not what it is,” Max says, quick and desperate to not fuck this up. “I don’t want that, I just need-”
Jesus, how does he explain all this, how does he put it into words?
“I just want to fall apart for somebody,” he finally says, breath coming fast as he trembles.
Max just wants intimacy. He's distrustful and self-protective, but god, he just wants to let himself open up and exist safely in someone else's hands.
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sorry i got a boner when you gave me a high five i just havent had anybody want me around in a long time
max and his fur family: jimmy, sassy, donut and nino
oh wow didnt know Charles had become Dutch in law by marrying Max before adopting Oscar!
i'm so tired of the yaoi-ification of mlm ships where people feel the need to make one of them (usually the fandom-assigned bottom) into a teeny tiny waifish twink and the other into a huge musclebound super aggro guy (usually the fandom-assigned top) i know this is like a thing many people have been saying for years but i just feel like it has never actually gotten better in fandom spaces. the fatphobia of it, the gender essentialism, the homophobia, it's all so fucking annoying it makes me want to scream
I can be trusted to behave around max verstappen's thighs I promise