Frog_ritual
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Formula 1 didn't just find a new winner under the Monza floodlights. It let something clinical, silent, and completely unaligned with the circus into the paddock.
Following the mid-season death of their primary driver, a bankrupt lower-tier team forcefully tugs chief diagnostic tech Casey Daley out from under his familiar hybrid chassis and slams him headfirst into the cockpit. He doesn't want the glory; he just wants back under the hood.
Colt Seavers—a veteran champion passed between the piranha tanks of Red Bull and Ferrari—instantly recognizes a system error when he sees one. Casey is a raw nerve, a stray animal thrown into a roaring human arena. When corporate extortion threatens to blacklist the kid from ever touching a race car again, Colt strikes a dangerous, high-stakes deal: he will play the arrogant, aggressive villain in a fake PR rivalry to secure the kid's engineering credentials.
Colt isn't just trying to conquer a new rival. He's trying to build a cage around a ghost before the paddock eats him alive.
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- Part 1 of Stuntdriver
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26 Jun 2026
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Honey, tell me, are you good at staying still? by Logan_Aether
Fandoms: The Gray Man (2022), The Gray Man Series - Mark Greaney, Drive (2011), ryan gosling cinematic universe - Fandom
10 Jun 2026
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Casey woke slowly, cradled in the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the half-closed blinds and Court's arms securely around him. He blinked open an eye to glare at the window, then melted into the pillow as he felt Court shift closer, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
"Morning," Court murmured, the low rumble of his voice threatening to lull Casey back to sleep. He let out a soft groan, burying his face in the pillow, and felt a chuckle reverberate through Court's chest. He yawned, digging his fingers into the bed and stretching like a cat, and froze momentarily as he brushed back into Court's tented pyjama pants.
"Sorry," said Court, not sounding remotely sorry.Another Sixthgear/Sixminutes fic because I love them so much
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- Part 2 of Sixthgear/Sixminutes
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16 Jun 2026
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"Look away." Healy raised his gaze to meet March's eyes before turning around with half a shrug. Not being able to stop himself, his eyes traveled back down in the mirror to the magazine covering the other mans crotch. The mirror was dirty and the magazine was still held up half haphazardly with March's broken arm. He really should be able to see his dick. Stop thinking about this guys dick, Healy. Damn it.
"You know there's a mirror here, right?"
March's heart sank. Fuck. He did not need this guy to see his glaring lack of a dick. Why was he even looking? Pervert.
Or; me and my friends are all perverts and thought about Healy fucking March in that bathroom in the bowling alley.
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16 Jun 2026
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It was a stupid fucking idea. That had already been established beyond reasonable doubt. However, Healy was not entirely opposed to stupid ideas, and often encouraged them, even passively, just to see what happened. That's how he ended up here, wasn't it?
It seemed to happen in a blur. It wasn't like there was a discernible point in which he could've thrown up his hands in disgust, or exhaustion, or- or-
“Y'like?” March was leaned up against the orange wood of his bathroom door frame, the pale backlight lighting him up like a star. “Is it convincing, at least?”
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Holland March taps into his feminine side for a case. Jackson Healy, despite himself, also really wants to tap into March's feminine side.
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15 Jun 2026
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Jacob is normally very particular about his appearance, and goes out of his way to look absolutely fetching whenever he steps outside of the house. It is a point of contention at times, especially when it leads to him taking an excessively long amount to get dolled up. However, the prim and proper man, in the throes of pleasure, has no qualms with disheveled clothes, messy hair, tears streaming down his cheeks, drool dribbling out of his mouth…
And Sebastian loves it. So much so that he develops a bit of a fixation on it—sue him, he is just just a man, and a man of passion at that.
Or: Sebastian Wilder is really, really into the idea of defiling his boyfriend's image.
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14 Jun 2026