✩ ‧ ˚. HUNGRY FOR MORE (SERIAL KILLER!GOJO X DETECTIVE!READER)

my 3 favorite men

steven yeun 🔛🔝

a short story about how oscar became a carrier pigeon for max and charles:

F1 GRID | being caught together

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, & charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis : being caught together after telling everyone you guys weren't even dating...

୨ৎ : genre : comedic romance ୨ৎ : tws : cursing ୨ৎ : word count : 1695

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : part one will always include: verstappen, hamilton, russell, sainz, and leclerc. part two will always include: lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda! <3 (every f1 grid story is released on saturdays @ 8pm and @ 10pm est)

ʚ・max verstappen

for weeks, max had been insistent, borderline aggressive, in denying any and all accusations that he and you were together.

"you guys are basically dating," lando said, arms crossed.

max scoffed. "we are not together."

"really?"

"yes," max snapped. "i do not like them that way!"

silence.

lando’s smirk was immediate. "dude. you’re blushing."

max’s jaw clenched. "no, i’m not."

"yeah, you so are."

"it’s just warm in here."

"we’re outside."

max stormed off, fuming, but later that night, he hesitated before texting you:

max: dinner tomorrow? just us?

you: yeah, of course.

it was fine. totally normal.

until you were at dinner, mid-conversation, and max followed your gaze—straight to lando, charles, and liam, all staring, lando already pulling out his phone.

a notification popped up immediately.

lando norris tagged you in a story.

max groaned before he even opened it.

"‘we’re not dating’ – max verstappen, 24 hours ago."

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. max shot you a glare.

"this is your fault."

"my fault?"

"you said yes to dinner!"

"you asked me!"

max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. then, after a pause, he stole a fry off your plate like it was second nature.

like he hadn’t just unknowingly confirmed to himself, and everyone else, that yeah, maybe you were dating after all.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

it wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.

a simple group trip, a well-planned itinerary, and a definite understanding that you and lewis were just friends—despite what everyone seemed to think.

but then, as everyone was checking into the hotel, things took an unexpected turn.

"alright," george said, skimming the room assignments. "charles, max and liam, me and kimi…"

he paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the last booking.

"and…" he cleared his throat, "lewis and y/n?"

a beat of silence.

then, simultaneously:

"what?" you and lewis both said.

lando’s grin was immediate. "oh, that’s interesting."

max raised an eyebrow. "you guys booked a single room?"

lewis frowned, already pulling out his phone to check the reservation. "i didn’t book it—"

"wait," you interrupted, looking at him. "i thought you booked it?"

lewis looked at you. "i thought you booked it."

you both stared at each other for a second, realization slowly dawning.

"oh my god," liam muttered, "you two are ridiculous."

lando was practically buzzing at this point. "so just to clarify," he said, barely containing his laughter, "you guys accidentally booked one room… together?"

george exhaled dramatically. "this is a logistical nightmare."

kimi, on the other hand, looked entirely amused. "or it’s fate."

you groaned, rubbing your temples. "we’ll just get another room—"

the front desk staff chose that moment to appear. "ah, mr. hamilton, ms. y/n, i assume you’re checking into the honeymoon suite?"

silence.

max choked.

lando wheeled away in laughter.

lewis ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "brilliant."

you wanted to die.

"we are not together," you tried to explain, but no one was listening.

the damage was done.

and the worst part? the hotel was fully booked.

you and lewis exchanged glances, his lips twitching like he was already preparing to tease you about this later.

"guess we’re sharing," he murmured, shaking his head.

you sighed, dragging a hand down your face.

"of course we are."

ʚ・george russell

you and george had worked very hard to convince everyone that you weren’t dating.

the teasing from the grid? unbearable. the constant speculation online? exhausting. the smug looks from lewis every time you were together? infuriating.

so, you both stuck to the same script: we’re just friends. we spend a lot of time together, but we’re just friends.

it had worked.

until his parents completely ruined it.

you were visiting george’s family for a quiet weekend—just a casual trip, nothing suspicious at all. at least, that’s what you thought.

it was all going fine—dinner, stories, light conversation—until his mum suddenly sighed in relief, setting down her wine glass with a content smile.

"oh, finally!"

you blinked. "finally?"

george frowned. "finally what?"

his mum waved a hand between the two of you. "you two finally told everyone! we’ve been waiting for ages!"

silence.

you turned to george. george turned to you.

"told everyone what?" he asked, very, very slowly.

his dad chuckled. "that you’re dating, of course."

george nearly choked on his drink. "we’re not dating!"

his mum gave him a knowing look. "oh, come on, george. you told us months ago!"

your stomach dropped.

george froze. "i—what?"

"you called your father and me and said, and i quote—" she cleared her throat, lowering her voice to mimic his, "'mum, dad, i think i’m in love with y/n, and i don’t know what to do about it.'"

you gasped. george gasped.

his dad nodded. "you definitely said that."

lewis, who had been listening via facetime with his front-row seat to the chaos, wheezed.

"george?" you asked, still processing. "is there something you’d like to share with the class?"

george, fully malfunctioning, pushed his chair back abruptly. "i—uh—excuse me for a moment."

and with that, he got up and walked out of his own house.

you watched him leave, blinking in disbelief.

his mum sighed. "oh dear, i hope we didn’t fluster him too much."

lewis, still on facetime, cackled. "flustered? mate just ran away."

you were still stunned, heart racing.

because as shocking as that revelation was, the part that stuck with you the most was that george never denied it.

ʚ・carlos sainz

the plan had been simple—just a casual dinner with friends, nothing that would feed into the ridiculous rumors that you and carlos were anything more than that.

you had spent months dodging questions, brushing off teasing comments, and maintaining the perfectly crafted narrative: we’re just friends.

and it had been working.

until charles completely ruined it.

you didn’t even notice when he took the picture—probably because you were too busy laughing at something carlos had said, leaning into him like it was second nature, his hand resting lightly on your knee under the table.

it was a good picture. a great picture, actually.

unfortunately, it was also a terrible picture because charles, in his infinite wisdom, posted it with zero context and tagged you both.

and then? the comment section exploded.

f1updates: nah this is so soft??? sainzstan99: tell me why they look more coupley than actual couples 😭 carlosfangirl: so we’re all just accepting that they’ve been dating this whole time, right? charles_leclerc: 😊👍🏼 you saw the post at the exact same time carlos did.

your stomach dropped. "oh. my. god."

carlos ran a hand down his face. "you have got to be kidding me."

you immediately went to untag yourself, only to realize that it was too late—the internet had already run with it, edits were being made, tiktoks were going viral, and worst of all, carlos’s own family members were commenting.

reyes.sainz: 🤔 carlossainz55: …interesting. you turned to carlos in horror. "your dad just commented."

carlos sighed deeply. "of course he did."

you both sat there, staring at the screen, knowing there was zero chance of talking your way out of this one.

then, finally, carlos turned to you, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "well," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "i guess there are worse people to be fake dating."

you scoffed. "oh, shut up."

carlos chuckled, casually throwing an arm around the back of your chair. "should we at least give them something to talk about?"

and the worst part?

you didn’t exactly hate the idea.

ʚ・charles leclerc

you and charles had perfected the art of denial.

the teasing from friends? ignored. the way charles always sat next to you, no matter how many other seats were available? totally normal. the lingering stares, the soft smiles, the fact that he always found an excuse to touch you? just friendly behavior.

it was fine. everything was under control.

until it wasn’t.

it happened in the ferrari garage, where you were waiting for charles after a media session. he walked in, still slightly damp from the post-session shower, running a towel through his hair before spotting you.

his face lit up instantly. "hey," he greeted, walking over. without hesitation, he reached for your hand—like it was second nature, like it was something he did all the time—and laced his fingers through yours as he leaned against the counter next to you.

and the problem wasn’t that he grabbed your hand.

the problem was that he didn’t let go.

neither did you.

it wasn’t intentional. it wasn’t anything, really. just a comfortable, absentminded habit, his thumb gently brushing against your skin, your fingers loosely intertwined as you talked about his session.

at least, until lewis walked in.

lewis, who stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your joined hands like he had just caught you both committing an actual crime.

you immediately froze. charles did too.

then, realization hit.

lewis tilted his head, looking far too amused. "am i interrupting something?"

you and charles immediately pulled away, but it was too late—the damage was done.

lewis’s smirk was instant. "ohhh, so this is what’s been going on?"

"it was nothing," you tried.

lewis crossed his arms. "that’s funny, because it looked like something."

charles, traitor, just ran a hand through his hair, biting back a smile.

lewis chuckled, shaking his head. "mate, i knew ferrari was full of surprises, but i didn’t think this was one of them."

you groaned, covering your face. "lewis."

he held up his hands, stepping back. "don’t worry, i won’t say anything."

you peeked through your fingers. "really?"

lewis grinned. "no. of course not. i’m telling everyone."

and with that, he disappeared.

you sighed, turning to charles, who looked way too entertained. "this is your fault."

he raised an eyebrow. "my fault?"

"you were the one holding my hand!"

charles smirked. "and you didn’t let go."

you opened your mouth to argue, then closed it.

charles leaned in slightly, green eyes flickering down to your lips for just a second before murmuring, "maybe we should give them something real to talk about."

and that was when you realized, maybe getting caught wasn’t so bad after all.

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Ll asking one of the studs to do a Calvin klein photoshoot with her

VERY TIMELY CAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY DOING A PHOTOSHOOT LIKE THIS IN A DISTANT DREAM

tw: allusions to smut, exes!

"are you guys like friends or..." the magazine journalist asks with an elaborate wave of her hands, gesturing to the two of you as you sat side by side.

you and jenson just finished an intimate photo shoot for an underwear brand. while the motions seemed normal to the both of you, the touches and the heated glances seemed foreign to the the professional team.

and while they were used to such displays of affection, there seemed to be an unspoken tension between the two of you that ovewhelmed many of the staff.

you were too explosive and atttractive together.

"no." jenson answers, amused. he doesn't think he could ever be friends with you. not when he'd already kissed and touched every part of your skin. or had you writhing his name on a wanton chant. he couldn't settle as a simple friend. the term was far too weak for all his emotions.

you caught eachother's eye briefly, and jenson chuckles at your red cheeks.

"but you seem so—" the journalist tuts as she tries to find a suitable word, "close."

eye fucking must be the term, but it sounded salacious to be translated verbally, let alone written down in a publication.

"we're acquaintances." you answer. "we've known eachother for some time now.."

... and the long time included occasions where you had your legs wrapped around his waist and he gets terribly acquainted with the spot that makes you scream.

"oh, i see." she writes down something on her notes. "and how well do you know eachother?"

jenson pauses, looking at you for some guidance. you raised your eyebrows.

... he knows you're close when your breath stutters and his name falls from your lips in a breathy chant, broken sobs and whimpers escaping your lips in a pleasured whine.

"very well. she's always been a wonderful girl." jenson answers, though his eyes never left you, realizing one thing:

he missed playing this game of cat and mouse with you.

SV5 x Porsche

I’m always so motivated to draw Seb, here inspired by his newest look featuring the Porsche 963!! I’m so excited to see him drive again, I’m not exaggerating when I say I teared up yesterday with the news, and more knowing he was happy and having fun with it 🥹 whatever he does, if he’s happy, I’m happy. ❤️

logan in the back he's just like me witnessing the ferrari civil war

a prince

you make a mistake of wearing a white dress once and it sticks with satoru till the day you guys are married.

the thought of the dress looking like a wedding dress didn’t even cross your mind when you decided to wear it; it was a just a pretty white dress, good enough for a hot summer day and keeping away the annoying heat even if it’s not much.

when satoru sees you in it, his mind is blown. but it still works well enough to form a sentence that makes you choke on your own spit.

“suguru! take our picture, c’mon! i want to know how we will look like on our wedding day, hehe.”

conveniently, his uniform’s jacket is off and the rest of his attire does look like a basic suit, white button up and slacks.

his arm sneaks around your waist and you don’t even get a chance to protest before the camera clicks and few times. satoru suddenly lifts you up bridal style and you look up at him with a confused expression. it disappears when you see the wide toothy grin on his face and his eyes crinkling with happiness, glasses on top of his head revealing everything.

your face softens at that and your heart a few more clicks before satoru lets you go after hearing shoko’s shouts about how you’re gonna be late for the movie.

he kisses your cheek with a loud ‘mwah’ and pushes you gently to meet with shoko, attention now on suguru who was holding the camera and looking through the pictures, laughing at satoru’s silly expressions.

years later, there is a picture like that taken by shoko, this time. satoru likes them better since they’re your actual wedding pictures, but the picture taken in the summer of 2006 has a place in your heart that no other picture can ever take.

because even though at the time you weren’t sure about your and satoru’s future together, the determination on his face when he talked about your wedding day makes you melt to this day.

#unzip

a/n: really short one based on that one scooby doo audio i keep hearing. the one with fred and daphne.

warnings: none other than the suggestive ending

imagine you, satoru, suguru and mei getting assigned to exorcise a curse at this “haunted house”. you guys arrived, and you didn’t expect it to be quite huge, so you decided it was better to split up.

“satoru, you and mei check upstairs. suguru and i will check the basement.” before you can say anything more, satoru leans over your shoulder and whispers “y/nnn…” your eyes widen, and you immediately know what he wants. “oh no, right, suguru, you and mei check upstairs. satoru and i’ll check the basement.” you flash an innocent smile at the two who just stare at you.

suguru narrows his eyes at the both of you and mutters “gross.” before turning away and walking upstairs. meanwhile, mei flashes you a smile, following suguru.

satoru presses you against the wall and kisses you with force. “satoru…” you pant, his lips trailing down your jaw towards your neck. “are y-you sure this is a g-good idea?” you hum as he sucks on a particular spot behind your ear. “i-it’s kinda creepy down h-here.” you look around the abandoned basement, dust and cobwebs all over. “it’s fine, baby," he says in between kisses. “don’t worry, your pretty little head.” his kisses trail even further down.

“i’ve got you," he says, his piercing blue eyes looking up at you as he’s on his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder.