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“Promise not to laugh at me?” Max asked, drawing a curious sound from George. Max wasn’t usually like this at all. He did what he wanted, said what he said without an ounce of care for what anyone else thought of him. And he was afraid that George was going to make fun of him? It would’ve made him feel a bunch of butterflies in his stomach if the sight of a naked and lubed up man in front of him hadn’t already taken care of it.
“‘Course I wouldn’t laugh at you,” George said sincerely. He hoped it came across like that, too.
“I want you to fuck me with it.”
// The 2026 British Grand Prix didn't end well for Max. George got a podium and feels bad for him. Max has a solution involved the conveniently-shaped P2 trophy.
Bookmarked by Sammy_Sunshine
08 Jul 2026
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Max invites the grid over for Secret Santa... and finds out just how incompetent half of them are when it comes to wrapping
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- Part 2 of Grid Shenanigans
Bookmarked by Sammy_Sunshine
03 Jul 2026
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Eventually Oscar couldn't hold it back anymore. "How does it work? The blood thing. The compulsion to drink it."
Lando blinked, clearly not expecting that question.
"I'm serious," Oscar continued, his nurse-brain fully engaged now. "Why does it have to be blood specifically? What about other bodily fluids? And what part of the blood are you actually consuming? The hemoglobin? The iron? Plasma proteins? Is it the stem cells in the bone marrow? What's the active ingredient?"
Lando stared at him for a moment, then let out a surprised laugh. "You sound like you're trying to write a research paper."
"I'm trying to understand," Oscar said. "Clinically. Scientifically. If this is real—and clearly it is—then there has to be some kind of mechanism. Some explanation."Or: Oscar Piastri is a dedicated and morally sound nurse and Lando Norris is a hundred-year old nervous wreck of a vampire, and Lando's been feeding on Oscar's favorite patient. And oh, they're neighbors.
Bookmarked by Sammy_Sunshine
02 Jul 2026
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Max and Charles make a weekend bet: whoever breaks first does all the housework for a week.
Charles is confident he can take anything Max dishes out. He is wrong.
Max takes his time proving it, and Charles learns that losing has never tasted so sweet—especially when it means he has to make breakfast every morning, even if he burns the toast every single time.
Bookmarked by Sammy_Sunshine
29 Jun 2026
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Charles tutted softly, “Max?” he elongated the word similar to how a parent would chastise a child. “One more time to me.”
Max felt himself go numb. He refused to look at Charles. How could he? More importantly, why was he still stood there like an idiot, allowing himself to be scolded like a five year old?
When no response came from Max, Charles reached up and slowly turned his head towards him, fingers lingering a second too long before dropping.
”Want to try that again?”
Or, Max is a difficult little shit and Charles gets assigned to be his new race engineer.
Bookmarked by Sammy_Sunshine
29 Jun 2026
