Logical.nonsense

[sanflwr]

Charles: Max, why the fuck George ran away blushing?

Max: I told him I'd steal his heart.

Charles:

Max: I meant I will murder him and sell his heart... you know, human trafficking.

Charles:

Max: I didn't remember the word for it at the time.

Charles:

Max: It's not my fault he thought I was flirting even though we were screaming at each other!

Charles:

Charles: Oh lord. Why is my wife such a psychopath?

Max: You still love me, right?

Charles: ...of course, mon amor, I never stood a chance.

[le-stappen]

Not Max laughing at his own joke 🤣

[grogumaximus]

[countingstars-17]

max barking on livestream because why not

[laura1633]

[lost-in-fandoms]

Max at Circuit Gilles-Villeneuve on May 23, 2026 by Mark Thompson

[bebx]

[soluda]

[ihavenoideawhatimdoingheree]

Saw this comment under this and it might be the sweetest thing ever

[rbrgoldenboys]

6 apples tall

[laura1633]

Max I think we might need the double luck back

[laura1633]

I don’t know what needs to happen to turn Max and the team’s bad luck around but I think we could start by sacrificing Toto to some sort of god of racing. It’s important to make clear I’m not an expert on these things but I’m thinking that it couldn’t hurt to try.

[averi-av]

[averi-av]

I did this, and now I'm thinking. A hybrid AU where Max is this bright lion with big eyes and long eyelashes. And Dani is a lion with a black mane (I've read somewhere that there's a belief that lions with black manes are more aggressive — but either way, this is inspired by their hair colors).

I just think it would be sweet that after Max starts racing in NLS, he gains a fellow lion. But everyone else sees it as Dani clearly guarding Max, marking him — while Max just purrs (yes, he can purr), thinking Dani is just petting him, because no one has ever marked him with their scent before.

And in fact, Max's lion is female — unlike his human gender. And when the lion finally finds a suitable partner, Max goes into heat — which only other lions can sense.

Max, who has been hiding this his whole life because everyone assumes your gender matches — doesn't even notice it happening. Let's say it happened after today's race, when his instincts were heightened from the stress, especially in trying to comfort his 'kitten' (Lully) and the team.

But Dani doesn't look upset. He's just watching Max, realizing everything that's been going on.

Meanwhile, Max slowly starts feeling hotter, his body beginning to ache. He blames it on a cold — until Dani shows up at his hotel room, looking even more attractive than usual. And then Max feels that he's wet.

Dani, standing in front of him, tries awkwardly to warn him about what's happening — because he's already realized that Max might not know some basic things.

And Max doesn't think twice. He asks Dani to help him with it. While Daniel is holding himself back with every last ounce of strength — not to breed him

[cherry3316]

He’s so perfect 😭

[mxverst]

[tyrannosaurus-maxy]

after a double stint 😊

[lsunstreakerl]

For the kink prompt: max wanting unconditional love and family bonds and Charles wanting max to be happy and pampered and then accidentally stumbling on the

Biggest breeding kink

That ever existed

this is kind of that? charles ran away from me tbh.

900 words, charles POV. kink prompt, explicit.

pairings: charles leclerc/max verstappen

relevant warnings: uhhh charles wants to get max pregnant, even though it's literally not possible. however you want to call that.

Max is holding one of the children at the party on his hip. Charles knows this because it's all he's been able to focus on for twenty minutes– he's completely lost his train of thought anywhere else, stuck on the way Max is shifting his weight to one side, hip cocked to accommodate the younger girl.

It's one of Pierre's friend's children, Charles is pretty sure. He isn't entirely confident, because the only thing he can think right now is that Max looks good– good in a way Charles didn't know he was into.

He feels like his brain has short circuited. It's not even that Max is doing anything sexy, it's just–

He's so casual about it, carrying on his conversation with some other guy, occasionally readjusting his grip so she doesn't fall.

He'd be such a good parent.

It's not a topic that's come up– their careers are in full swing, and Charles has a feeling discussing kids would be a minefield and half, considering how Max was raised, but–

Max is a natural. Charles wants to see him with a kid of their own, Max's blonde hair and round cheeks, Charles' eyes and dimples.

Charles wants it bad.

------

Charles isn't stupid. He knows it's not possible to actually get Max pregnant. This has not stopped his stupid brain from going on a complete trip lately, bending Max over counters and the couch, fucking him raw and wanting to keep it there, elevating his hips slightly after sex just in case it fucking–

He knows it's not possible.

Max is currently writhing underneath him, coming around Charles' cock as he fucks into him deep, because he wants to give them the best possible chance, wants to give Max all the stupid little round faced babies they could possibly want.

"Charlie, Charlie please–"

"I know, chéri, almost– I am so close, just a little longer–"

Charles slides into him again, presses their hips flush together, grinding in soft circles as he comes into Max again.

It's the third time today, and he hadn't even needed lube this time- Max had been open and slick with cum from this morning.

Max shudders underneath him, eyes hazy as Charles pulls out.

He presses two fingers into him, bullying one of their pillows under Max to keep his hips up.

"So good for me, going to be such a good–"

Charles cuts himself off, pushing cum back inside Max.

Max whines softly, twitching around his fingers. He's not exactly coherent– Charles can probably get away with it.

He's still not going to risk it. Doesn't even want to say anything out loud, because what if this time it really does take, and he's finally done it?

It's not possible. Charles knows that, but–

Their entire careers are about doing the impossible, so Charles is going to keep trying.

------

Max is eyeing him weirdly over the kitchen table.

"You are being weird lately, Charles."

Charles freezes, thumb hovering above where he's been scrolling nearby schools.

"No?"

Max narrows his eyes.

"Yes, you are. What has gotten into you?"

Charles winces, carefully bookmarking the tab into his private folder as he turns his phone off.

"Nothing. Why do you think I'm being weird? Maybe you're being weird."

Max sets his fork down, glaring at him.

"Not that I do not enjoy fucking, but it has been nonstop. And I of course do not mind raw either, but it has been– you are being weird about it, it's like you're trying to get me knocked up or something."

Charles blanches, wincing involuntary.

Max's jaw drops open.

"Are you serious? What the- Charles, what is going on with you?"

Charles slumps back into his seat, giving Max his best puppy dog eyes.

"I know it is not possible, don't give me that face– I just–"

He sighs.

"That party a few months ago, at Pierre's– you were so good with the kids, and it was– it looked so good on you chéri, you're a natural. And it has been stuck in my head every single day since then."

Max is looking at him like he thinks Charles is insane.

"So the solution was to– what, fuck me like we're trying?"

Well when he puts it like that...

"Oui."

Max drops his face into his hands, but Charles can see the tips of his ears flushing red, the way his fingers fidget across the bridge of his nose.

"That is so stupid, Charles."

"It is hot."

Max makes a soft noise, eyes wide when he looks back up at Charles.

"It is weird."

Charles slides out of his chair, stepping around the table to gently hold Max's face in his hands.

"Not at all."

Max looks away.

"Charlie, I do not– I am not sure if I..."

Charles brushes his thumb across Max's cheek, patient.

"If I actually want kids. If I could handle that."

He bends down to kiss the top of Max's head, shutting his eyes for a moment against the well of emotions behind his chest.

"I am not asking you for that, chéri. I promise. We can have that conversation when you are ready– if you ever are. It's okay if you aren't, Max."

Max huffs softly.

"And in the meantime you are going to keep fucking me raw, I assume."

Charles makes a face.

"You like it raw."

"But it is weird now–"