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“Well,” Max said, pushing off the wall and picking up his bags. His voice was calm, completely, unfairly calm. “Looks like you’re mine tonight.”
Charles stared at him, flushing deep. “I would like to formally appeal.”
Max’s mouth twitched. “That sounds a bit melodramatic.”
Charles narrowed his eyes. “Everything about you is exhausting.”
Max adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “And yet,” he added grinning, “you’re still coming upstairs.”or
Miami Grand Prix. A hotel mix-up. And of course, Charles has to share a room with Max.
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11 Jun 2026
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you close your eyes and cry to me (you hold me, you hold me, but you’ll never know) by canoneer_zakura (Lady_ofthelake)
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
25 May 2026
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“Can I do anything to help you sleep?” Cas presses, and the foot of space between them has never felt so close or so far. Dean licks his lips and lets his unsteady gaze flick away from moonlit irises and tries not to think of the gentle press of a mouth against his.
or, tragic destiel cuddling, sad fluff
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10 Jun 2026
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genuinely starting crying in the middle of reading this
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Maybe Lando does think about Oscar’s long nails, quite a lot.
“How do you finger yourself with nails this long?” Charles asks, giggling as Oscar’s eyes widen, her cheeks turning red immediately. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Oh. He’s never thought about them in that way, though.
Or, Lando overhears Oscar telling Charles that masturbating with long nails can be painful, and he offers to help.
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01 Jun 2026
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"Am I the big spoon or the little spoon?"
Dean wants to roll his eyes, but decides it's better not to. "What the hell, Cas? What are you talking about?"
"Well," he starts, even-toned, as he continues to undress slowly before Dean's eyes, "Sam asked me earlier if I was the big spoon or the little spoon."
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14 May 2026
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It starts out as a few rounds of FIFA.
Then, it progresses to a scalp massage.
Then, his index finger hits a knot.
It’s almost rude to have strands of tattered hair amongst that regular sleekness. He’s about to warn the other about it, but if he talks he feels it may come out wrangled - full of tension, or worse, awkwardness.
So.
He just pulls.
And Oscar moans.
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- Part 5 of Formula One Fics