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OctaneXFEM!Reader part 13

Master list

If you don't like the dress that is being used then go to the list of dresses and pick one or come up with one you like.

chica- girl

mi amor- my love

mi novia- my girlfriend

sorprendente- amazing

A chorus of ‘awes’ pulls me closer to the edge of sleep. The voices overlap as they whisper about something then there’s a clicking noise. Something tightens around my waist and I snuggle into the heat it produces. More ‘awes’ were made at the movement followed by quite a few ‘how cute’. A deep groan came from my shoulder and my eyes fluttered open in realization and widened at the green hair on my shoulder and beyond it I saw Aja, and Anita. Looking around I see that the rest of the legends surrounded us and were chuckling and saying how cute the sight was. I tried to sit up but was pulled back down by Tavi who muttered “Five more minutes” before settling back to sleep. I smiled and started playing with his hair. “Come on Tav the others are here. Like literally here.” This seems to catch his attention as he bolts upright to see everyone surrounding us. One look at Elliot showed he had a camera in his hands and Ramya Looking over his shoulder. Ranee looked like she was ready to roll her eyes at their antics. When Tavi’s eyes finally settled on the duo, he jumped off the bed and towards them. They took a few seconds to register what was happening, but when they did they started running and begging for forgiveness. The guys and Bloodhound left the room leaving just us girls. “Come on, let's get you ready for the gala.” Loba seemed a little too happy to get everyone ready and in her joy pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom.

Once the door was shut and locked behind us Loba turned to me and I felt like prey trapped with a predator. “Shower and quickly, I need your hair cleaned for the process.” Undressing and hopping in the shower I quickly went through the process and was out in less than 5 minutes. Once out Loba dried my hair part way and applied mousse. Sitting there I let Loba work her magic. She started by parting my hair down the center and french braiding half my hair back and curling the hair that was left hanging. When she moved onto the make up she told me that she was going to go for a green and silver look to match Octane’s colors and the dress I will be wearing. Closing my eyes I let her do as she needed only opening my eyes for the mascara and under eye eyeliner. There was a knock at the door and Loba stopped for a moment to open it. After a rustle of plastic the door was again closed and locked. “Makeup is done now to get you into the dress and put the finishing touches on.

Loba pulls a beautiful dark green lace dress out of the bag. Slipping it on and letting her button it up I admire myself in the full body mirror for a few moments. The top of the dress was a v-neck that came halfway down my cleavage and rested on the very edge of my shoulders. The sleeves ended at my wrists and the dress draped on my curves. There was an under skirt that ended about mid thigh. The rest of my legs were shown through the lace as it lightly laid on the ground. Loba helped me into a pair of white lace heels and placed a teardrop necklace and matching earrings on my body before attaching a flower clip to my hair. Looking me over she smiled and started to get ready herself. When she finished the red dress looked stunning on her.

Walking out of the bathroom to join the others in Tavi’s bedroom, I looked around confused that no one was here. “Loba?” I turn a questioning stare at the other woman I see her heading to the door. “Where is everyone?” I question. “We are going to see you two at the gala, but we wanted to give you guys some time alone. We know what’s going on with his dad and the wife so the rest of us are going over the plan for the night and figured you two would like some uninterrupted ogling time.`` Before I could question her further she opened the door and walked out a few seconds before Tavi was standing in the doorway looking like he got gut punched.

Looking him over I saw that he was wearing a matching green suit with a white button down and a green and silver tie. The prosthetics he had on were also green and silver. His hair was slicked down covering the left side of his head with it’s length. His signature mask and goggles were gone and his green eyes crinkled at the edges with the smile he gave me. “Damn chica, I didn’t know you could look this good.” He walks closer to me taking his time and eyeing me up and down as if to commit every detail to memory. Once he was in arms reach he held out his hand to me and I took it.

Pulling me into him he gives me a sweet chaste kiss. My cheeks warm and I place a hand on his chest as I lean in to give him another kiss. The sweet serene moment was broken by the door opening and a feminine voice I have come to hate in less than twenty four hours called out. “Tavi~ mi amor why did you leave me alone~?” Octane groaned in annoyance and turned to his dad’s wife. “I don’t know why are you being creepy towards your son-in-law? I thought the only creep I was going to have to deal with was Papa trying to take mi novia.”

The look on her face was priceless as Octavio led me past her. “She’s been doing nothing but flirting with me since I left to chase after Ramya and Elliot. I swear those two are going to get what’s coming to them.” he grumbled and led me to where the rest of the group was. Everyone was dressed to the nines and were matching someone else. Even Bloodhound was wearing a loose fitting tux. Poor Elliot was so red in the face looking at Ranee in the dark blue backless dress she was wearing.

A butler walks up to us, Just to confirm the list of who’s walking with who; we have Octavio Silva with (Y/N), Ranee Blasey with Elliot Witt, Anita Williams with Ramya Parekh, Loba Andrade with Kiara Imahara, Walter Fitzroy with Bloodhound, Hyeon Kim with Natalie Paquette, Alexander Nox and Revenant, Ajay Che and Makoa Gibraltar, Dr. Mary Somers and Obi Edolasim, and the final group is Pathfinder and DOC?” I give a chuckle at the fact that Pathy is going with Ajay’s health robot. We all confirm the list and get ready to be introduced. Octavio and I go right before his dad and the wife.

Standing in front of Mr. Silva was starting to make me nervous. With how his wife has been treating me I quickly figured that Tavi either sent him the specifications for the dress or he chose it himself hoping that I looked pretty and could use it to get Octavio and I to break up. Sensing my discomfort Tavi pulled me in front of him and wrapped his arms around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder. Swaying us slightly I feel the tension in Tavi’s body start to dissipate. “You really do look sorprendente. I’m glad I chose what the dress looked like.” He mutters near my ear. Humming my appreciation for his compliment and relief that he was the one who chose the dress.

Hearing the introduction of the first group I straighten up and start inching forwards. Once it was our turn Tavi moved to my side to help me down the steps and to the walkway for photos to be taken. Loba and Kaira wave us down to them so that we could all take a few photos together, putting distance between us and Tavi’s parents. When the photos were done and we got to the end of the line Elliot and Ranee approached us and the four of us went to the bar letting the crowd consume us.

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(not a minor btw!!!) can u do octane NSFW headcanons?? 🥺 based on ur other fic I got the idea that he'd may like it a lil slow every now n then but then again his personality tells me hes needy and humps legs lmao TY!!!!! <3

Octane more like Coc-

I mean yeah

That is one horny mf

Ngl Octane definitely tests you sometimes because of how mf horny he is

It starts off all innocent

Maybe him just kissing your face

Then down to your neck

Then grabbing your— okay okay you see what’s going on here

“Mi almaaaaaa. Come here.”

“Tavi, it’s 3 in the morning.”

“Mmmmm, and?”

“… ok fine.”

You’ll wake up to Octavio humping your leg from time to time

Sometimes it’s subconscious, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it

Octavio finishes first

Good thing he can go for multiple rounds tho

Or is that a good thing

You could be dead tired, exhausted from the absolute insane stamina on this man, but the sweet sound of him in your ear…

“One more… please mi amour? Just one. I promise.”

Cmon, how could you say no to that?

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Care Package | Octane/Reader | Apex Legends

What happens when Octane runs out of stims?

This is set during Season 7 and is an adaptation of my AO3 chapter.

An explicit reader-insert story written in Twine that allows the reader to provide a name, pronouns, and appearance variables, which are then peppered through the story.

Female Body

Gender Neutral Body

3rd Person POV with 4 pronoun options (She/He/They/Ze)

2nd Person POV (You)

Should look good on any device.

AO3 version (older, fewer revisions):

All of my Apex chapters are part of a larger piece that refer to each other. They are listed in order on my Neocities site:

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Thank you for the request, @waffleandsrawberrys :)

This was fun! Octane is one of my favorite characters, to play and just as a character.

Also my exams are over so I can write more often woooooo!!!!

Octane x Reader Headcanons

Contains: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• Octane is definitely a very... intense lover

• He teases you a lot, and has more energy in him than a fucking car battery

• But he always makes sure to check in with you and ensure he's not overstepping any boundaries

• He's always all up in your personal space, whether it's leaning on you, holding your hand or waist, or sitting on eachothers laps

• He's not as much the cuddling type, more of the randomly laying on top of you dramatically type

• Surprisingly, he does have some self-restraint when he realizes you aren't in the mood to play, and if he can't control himself then he goes to bother someone else to get his energy out

• Everyone knows you're dating because he won't fucking shut up about it lol

• "Have you seen my beautiful partner?" "My baby bought me flowers today." "I'm gonna go home and cuddle with mi bebé after this."

• He hypes you up every chance he has, constantly telling you how pretty or handsome you look, and how incredibly amazing you are in every way

• It doesn't seem like it but he's actually really good at taking photos, he takes so many selfies and does so many livestreams that he's pretty much mastered angles and holding a camera steady

• Everytime you want a picture taken he starts doing fucking contortion to get those good angles

• He takes you out to arcades and pubs and shit, simple but loud and chaotic

• He calls you pretty much every Spanish and English pet name under the sun, but his favorites are definitely mi amor, mi bebe, just babe

• His love languages are physical affection and quality time

《NSFW》

• Octane is a switch for sure

• He doesn't have a preference for top or bottom, whatever makes his partner happy

• As a top, he's fucking insane, he's fast, rough, and risky

• He'll fuck you anywhere he wants (if you're okay with it) and doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees, it's part of the fun

• He's in love with giving you head, and loves to boast that he's got a "magic tongue"

• If he's not eating you out or sucking you off, he's inside you, he looooooovvveeess being inside you

• Loves when you wear easy access shit, flowy shirts and skirts, so easy for him to slide his hands under the fabric

• He's probably a big free use guy, he just want you whenever and wherever, he doesn't care for all the foreplay and setting the mood

• When he's a bottom he's loud

• He whines and whimpers constantly, always muttering something or telling you how good it feels

• He's a bit of a power bottom, he finds that it's just easier for him to do the work and do it how he likes it

• He's got a crazy amount of toys, and a pretty wide range of types too, for use on himself and on you

• One of his favorites is one of those monster ding dongs (trying to censor for Tumblr lol) that's shaped like a tentacle or smth

• He'll record everything, not even to post just to watch back and for the k!nkiness of it

• His favorite k!nks are exhib!tionism, asphyxi@tion, and generally anything dangerous and reckless lol

• His favorite positions are riding and doggy

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I hope you enjoyed this! The new mature label stuff is really hitting hard lol but I'm still gonna keep making content :)

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dating octavio silva hcs

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pronouns: they/them [reader], he/him octane

summary: dating THE octavio silva🙏💯 (sfw + nsfw?)

request?: nope

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A/N: okay so like imma try and write some NSFW hcs too, so i’m sorry if they’re bad….

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sfw!:

• let’s be honest with ourselves, bro cannot sit still for the life of him. so the once in a blue moon moment where he is still, he is the clingiest mf around…

• like when i say clingy, i mean he is fully wrapped around you. like hands gripping your shirt and everything.

• love showing you off to the other legends, to the point they despise even hearing your name come from his mouth.

• calls you either the sweetest nicknames ever or the weirdest ones, no in between

• always touchy. like mostly not even sexually, bro just likes to hold your hand 🤷‍♂️

• randomly sings. like he’ll be doing something then bust out into song (very loudly too.)

• it’s the funnest too cause it’ll be like dead silent in your house and then all of a sudden he’s loudly singing like tyler the creator or something

• also shares his headphones with you, even if you pick the music and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll still listen 😍

• sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s speaking spanish. so you’ll ask him to do something and then he’ll just reply in all spanish (it makes him 100x hotter tho.)

• had the fattest emo phase in middle school and still projects it to this day (like eyeliner, piercings, EVERYTHING.)

• but like, it was hot so you aren’t complaining 😈

• fidgets with his little butterfly knife a lot, like to the point it looks like he’s ready to stab someone

• JEALOUSY.

• he gets jealous so easily, especially if ur talking with obi or elliot. and my lord does it turn u on.

• before each game, he dedicates it to you even if he doesn’t win. you’ll always be proud, even if he is first blood <3 (which is 90% of the time…)

• either texts you with as many abbreviations as possible or sends the longest paragraph ever.

• tried to hang upside from your porch while dressed as spiderman for halloween and almost fell right on his head, but he held off long enough to get a spiderman kiss 💔

• has like… a bajillion photos of you on his phone. whether they be the stupid 0.5 photos or like the most gorgeous photo of you (or ur nudes) he always has some on deck.

• has made a playlist for you but it will never see the light of day (he’s embarrassed 😞)

• has a pair of glasses due his stim effects on his eyesight but literally never wears them besides when he’s with you

• says the dumbest pickup lines to you but they somehow always work (he impresses himself 😼)

• always gets so energetic and excited when he asks you out on a date (you’ve been dating for months.)

• (m/gn!reader) everytime ur away and he can’t see you, he calls the universe homophobic for drawing you away from him

• he can’t spell for the absolute life for him yet you can understand every text he sends, ur like his translator

• he’s like, secretly the fattest nerd in the world and geeks out of you ever buy him anything that correlates to his interests

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nsfw!:

• would definitely wanna do something involving his butterfly knife. not like cutting you or something, instead like… teasing you… 😈

• sloppy head. and i don’t mean like sloppy toppy, BITCH I MEAN SLOPPY.

• like saliva all down his chin and on you, it’s very gross but god does it feel good.

• REFUSES TO BOTTOM. like he is certain he will never, it’s kinda sad. he isn’t masculine enough 😞

• 100% into quickies, especially before (or even during) games. but on some occasions when he’s REALLY. feeling it, he’ll take it slow and make it very sensual.

• LOVESSSSSSSS WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. LIKE YES GOD.

• his hands are glued to your hips, head tilted back with his goggles just barely handing onto his sweaty forehead with spanish curses slipping from his lips.

• andddddd it’s everywhere.

•his hands are everywhere on you and they never leave, like he’s so touchy it’s almost concerning

• absolutely loves when you return his energy, especially if he’s like hardcore degrading you and you return with the same attitude.

• he is busting on sight. not warning or anything, boom. it’s everywhere

• definitely cracks jokes in the middle of sex, just to hear ur giggle (that also makes him bust)

• anytime he wants to return a favor, he’s says he’ll give you head. which is very much true, its definitely a good trade

• BEST. AFTER. CARE. NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT THIS

• like he is doing EVERYTHING. he can for you. you need food? he’s running to the kitchen or opening his phone to doordash. you need a drink? absolutely sprinting to the kitchen for water. a bath/shower? the waters already running with everything set out for you.

• definitely suggests showers together, promises it won’t lead to anything but we all know he’s a liar…

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that’s all i lowkey have rn 😞

maybe a pt2 with like specific scenarios or even a mirage version 😍

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Hello!! I hope you are having a nice day / night!! I saw that your request was open so I wanted to request an octane x Fem!reader HC — what if octane is dating someone who is the opposite of him, like, reserved and calm, nice and friendly, plus a support legend if you want to make her a legend! In open view they look weird together but in closed doors they match each other energies! Reader laughs loud at his jokes, does weird stunts with him and heals him when he gets hurt doing them. Etc etc

I hope it’s not too weird and take as long as you want!! Thank youuu

"take as long as you want" so i came and took longer than a month... I'm so sorry for that! But I hope you will enjoy that :) I changed the idea a bit...But I hope that's not a bad thing haha....... I will include few headcanons and a short fic :) Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes! warnings: slight mentions of drugs :)

OCTANE X FEM!READER , HEADCANONS + SHORT FIC :)

🛸 HEADCANON LIST:

1. Octane would always make sure that you feel happy. Always trying to think of the best ideas when he's around you. He might not care about safety tho! So make sure that before going out on a date with him you will check if it won't kill you.

Once he actually wanted to go and do DIY bungee jumping off of one of the high bridges and you stopped him last second before disaster. He was actually convinced that his hand-made harness was safe enough to hold his wholy body weight.

He also forgot about what would happen after you both jump...Because...Who would pull you up back on the bridge?

2. First person to know about his feelings towards you was suprisingly not Lifeline (he trusted her but he was 100% sure that she'd try to convince him that it was not a good idea to date you since he could ruin your life with his personality and addictions) so he told that to...Wattson. She was so happy to help him ask you out but it was a big disaster.

3. He barely sleeps but when he's cuddling with you - he always gets sleepy really fast! Give him two minutes of back rubs and he's sleeping like a baby. He also prefers to be a big spoon, he uses you like a big pillow he can hug and that makes him feel warm. [He detaches his legs when he's laying on a couch, but sometimes he forgets about it and sleeps with them on, which leads to a cold metal touching your legs in the middle of the nights]

4. He lives in social media so your relationship would be shown to all of his fans. He'd also make sure that everyone knows that you're taken. Octane might not get jealous easily but he's also not a cheater, he is loyal and he wants you to be loyal as well.

5. Octavio is the best at making surprises. He'd give you lots of gifts no matter if there would be a special occasion or not, he'd love to give you small things like sweet treats, bottles of your favorite drinks, but sometimes he'd just come to you and give you a really expensive figurine of your favorite characters and he'd be like "whoops! I might've spent some money on it...But at least youre happy, right, chica?".

HOLD ME TIGHT, PLEASE

Octavio was known for always being in a rush, running around, stimming, he couldn't sit in one place for long. You were unique, quiet, and you had all the earmarks of being the specific inverse of him. Your first meeting might not have been perfect, well, it was, in fact, a mess because Octane, for the first time in his life, was speechless. Couldn't keep his eyes off of you, not uttering a word, simply seeming to be a weirdo. Ajay had to physically move him away because he started to get overly energetic, playing with his fingers, not being sure what to do. He was just stunned, and you were too embarrassed to even think about it.

Time passed, and with that you and Octane grew closer and closer. When he discovered the fact that you enjoy the same games and activities as him - he almost proposed to you on the spot, but back then you weren't even together yet. The only thing you shared were slight, delicate touches, soft glances and quality time. Hours you spent in his room, having fun, feeling happier than ever. And he felt like for the first time in his whole life - someone understood him. Oh, how could he not love you?

So, with the help from Wattson he was finally able to confess. It was a mess, as I mentioned before, because nothing went as planned, but that only made his heart race faster, and we all know that he loved that. His cheeks were flushed, he was not sure what his body was doing, but when you walked out of your room, all pretty and in best clothes you could find, all the plans, all the things he wanted to say to you were gone. You took over his mind so easily, it was almost scary. If only you knew how much power you had… He'd do anything you asked him to, and more.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Oh, muñeca, you look…incredible!⎯⎯⎯⎯  He whispered after a moment of silence. He grabbed your hand and pulled harshly, almost making you fall, but you managed to stay on your feet. You didn't know where he was heading, and if he had to be honest - he was also unsure of your destination. The only thing he knew was that Natalie had found this place, and it was supposed to be great. Well, everything was great when it was with you, at least that's what he thought.

Everything was beautiful. The streets he ran across, his laugh, the softness of his skin. Everything glowed on its own. And you smiled, surrounded by that beauty, even though you weren't surrounded by anything special. Everything was beautiful. Not that there was anyone to share it with except Octavio, anyone to tell. Just the beauty that was bright and worth remembering.

And Octavio couldn't wait, he was impatient, so to make sure you wouldn't run away from him, he hugged you tightly. He took off his mask when you didn't look, and then sighed when you wanted to ask what was going on. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Shh, I just… I don't know how to tell you that, but… You make me the happiest man alive, and… I don't want to loose you if you don't feel the same. Can you please hold me tight so I can at least feel… Your warmth for the last time, if that is the last time we talk? ⎯⎯⎯⎯  That confession was rushed because Octane was not the one to wait and be elegant.

You didn't understand what he tried to say, you actually didn't understand anything because he was speaking so fast. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ So what you're trying to say is… ⎯⎯⎯⎯  you started, but got interrupted once again.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Hold me. Please. ⎯⎯⎯⎯  he asked, his voice close to breaking. And so you did, your arms around him felt so right, like they belonged there, and the cheap perfume he decided to wear on this special occasion seemed just enough to make you feel safe and good.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  What I tried to say is that… I love you. I can't get enough of you, and I don't know if I can even live without you. I cannot make any promises to you as the world may as well end tomorrow, however, this love is my drug. If I could, I'd spend whole days with you by my side, you know? I hope I don't sound like too much of a psycho, ha? ⎯⎯⎯⎯  He giggled, not letting you go, waiting for a response, and trying to mentally prepare himself for rejection. You could feel that weird feeling in your stomach, and the heart that was bumping so fast that it was almost insane. Shallow breaths and sweat on your palms that you tried to ignore.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Oh, shut up you stupid man and just kiss me… ⎯⎯⎯⎯  you replied, and then a moment of silence stepped in between you. Octane was ready for dismissal, yet nobody set him up for a cheerful closure, so he was simply remaining there like a robot whose program had quit working.

You looked up and met his eyes, which were shining, happily. And a kiss on the lips that he shared with you was the closest thing to heaven you ever experienced.

THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING :) SIGNED TEASER 🛸🛸🛸

LIKES, COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

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now that's what i call daddy issues, zoraal ja

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big brother zoraal ja but baby

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My Baby_____________

Central cee x fem! Reader

Hey guys this is my first x reader fanfic so please be nice about it!! 🫶🏽

This is just a small imagine! 😚

Central Cee x fem! Reader

Genre: fluff

Cuddle time with your favorite UK rapper!

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“Baby…” Cench called

as he was laying down on the bed leaning against the headboard.

“Yea?” I shout back

“come here!” He shouts.

I walk into the room and crawl onto the bed laying down on him

“there’s my baby…” he murmurs

his face buried into my hair his hands roaming my body rubbing my hips squeezing my thighs

“your so thick” he mumbles

“And i love it” he whispers

“Shut up” I murmur

His hands found there way to my ass he rubs the soft flesh.

“Oh yea? You wanna be disrespectful now ay?”

He said looking down at me his eyebrows furrowed he smacked my ass lightly.

“Okay okay goshhh sorryyyy” I said

“Good girl now lemme cuddle you baby”

he said as he pulled me up closer to him so our chests squished together he starts to kiss my neck licking it and nipping at it but not enough to leave hickeys. He rubs all over my body his big hands start to rub my ass again while his other snaked around my waist. He keeps kissing my neck then going to my jawline and lips and back to my neck again.

“Mmmm my baby…..my little baby…” he says in between kisses “I love you so much” he says as he starts to kiss my lips in a deep passionate kiss tongues and teeth colliding.

“I love you toooooooo~” I say smiling and giggling as I kiss him back.

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Kimi Raikkonen (Lotus Era) - Melting the Iceman

Requested: yes

Prompt: 31) "I think I may be falling in love with you."

Warnings: none

Kimi stood looking out of his pit box at the dozens of people standing outside in the hot Bahrain sun. While it looked as though the iceman was lost in thought, while his engineer stood chatting with him, that was far from what was going through his mind. Although yes, his engineer was speaking to him, his focus was instead on the lovely Y/n, a reporter based in England that had caught his eye last season and was by far his favourite person to be interviewed by. Sometimes she could just tell he didn't want to do press and didn't push him for answers and instead faced the consequences by her employers.

Her lovely smile seemed to light up the whole paddock, moreso than any lights that lit up the track. He had it. He needed to tell her, but how? Without making it so awkward? He began walking over towards her. The camera shutters grew louder with each step he walked towards her. Dozens of people were about to capture the exact moment the Kimi Raikkonen was going to confess his love. He coughed gently, catching her attention. "Oh, sorry guys, can we cut the cameras for a quick second?" She asked the crew politely before turning her full attention back to Kimi.

"Ah, Kimi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Y/n smiled as Kimi walked up to her in his usual Lotus gear. "I think I may be falling in love with you." He blurts out. Her smile fades slightly upon his words, that worried Kimi gravely. He awaited her response but was instead faced with silence. Whilst he generally took silence we'll, this was not goinghow he expected it to....but to be fair, he didn't didn't know what to expect. "Way to be blunt." She muttered. Kimi didn't move. Maybe he couldn't. A small smile played on Y/n's lips. "I never imagined the 'Iceman' being so candid. But I appreciate the honesty." Kimi continued on. "I'm not good with words, but I want to get to know you better. So, if possible can we exchange numbers?"

Y/n chuckled, taking out her phone and handing it to the driver. "Sure, Kimi. Let's see where this goes." He smiles and begins typing in his digits, before handing the phone back and smiling. "I'll call you later, Kimi. Sound good?" Kimi nodded. "Perfect." He replied plainly. "Good luck with your show." He smiled softly. "And good luck with the weekend." Y/n smiled right back. Kimi pocketed his phone and returned to the garage. The Lotus crew looked at him confused. "Love struck?" Kimi turned to see his teammate Heikki looking at him, an amused. "Shut up." He mumbled. "So that is a yes?" Kimi shrugged. "Maybe." As Kimi walked away, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He was going to finally get to know Y/n better. Who knows? Maybe this could go further and better than he expected.

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Can you write something fluffy, like meeting Kimi Raikkonen for the first time, maybe based on the song "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift ????? Please and thank you 😊

iceman and his sunshine (kr7)

the sterile white of the ferrari garage felt even colder as you nervously adjusted your headset. your first day as a junior engineer, and you were lucky enough to be assigned to the legendary kimi raikkonen. "iceman" they called him, known for his stoicism and monosyllabic interviews.

forcing laughter, faking smiles

suddenly, a figure loomed. tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet intensity. it was kimi. you braced yourself, but before you could stammer a greeting, he surprised you.

"you must be the new one," he said, his voice surprisingly deep and warm. "y/n, right?"

"y-yes," you stammered, cheeks burning. "nice to meet you, kimi."

a flicker of a smile – a genuine one, crinkling the corners of his ice-blue eyes – played on his lips. "welcome to the team. don't worry, i won't bite… much."

your eyes whispered, "have we met?"

relief washed over you, replaced by a nervous giggle. the sound, light and airy, seemed to hang in the air. kimi tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes.

"you laugh easily," he observed, not unkindly.

you shrugged shyly. "n-not really. just… a bit nervous, i guess."

he gave a short, almost inaudible chuckle. "first day jitters. understandable."

the day flew by in a flurry of activity. you found yourself working alongside kimi, explaining telemetry data with a newfound confidence. he listened intently, occasionally asking sharp questions that pushed you to think harder. to your surprise, he even cracked a few jokes – dry, finnish humor that sent shivers down your spine for reasons that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

later, as the team packed up, sebastian vettel, kimi's teammate, strolled over. a mischievous glint lit up his eyes.

i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

"someone seems… talkative today, kimi," he teased, nudging kimi with his elbow.

kimi shot him a withering look. "just helping the newbie settle in, seb."

"helping, or… captivated?" seb wagged his eyebrows, earning a playful shove from kimi.

heat flooded your face. were they talking about you? you pretended to be engrossed in your notes, hoping the blush wouldn't betray you.

later that week, you found yourself alone with kimi in the garage, calibrating the car. you were about to apologize for a minor error you'd made when he spoke, surprising you once again.

"you know," he said, voice low, "that laugh of yours. it's… nice." he paused, fiddling with a wrench. "makes the whole damn garage feel less sterile."

all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you

you stared at him, speechless. a blush crept up your neck.

"i… i just laugh easily," you mumbled, kicking a stray tire iron.

"not a bad thing," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. he met your gaze and held it for a long moment, his blue eyes sending a jolt through you.

weeks turned into months. you and kimi fell into a comfortable rhythm, your laughter becoming a constant in the once-silent garage. he still had his moments of stoicism, but around you, he seemed… different. warmer.

one rainy afternoon, huddled under a shared umbrella, you found yourself confessing your feelings for him. he didn't reply immediately, just stared at you with that intense gaze. then, to your surprise, he cupped your face in his hand and pulled you into a kiss.

it was slow, hesitant at first, then deepened, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cool rain. when he finally pulled away, a genuine smile spread across his face.

my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again

"i thought i wanted to win races for the rest of my life," he murmured, his voice husky. "turns out, i just want to hear that laugh forever."

from then on, the ferrari garage wasn't just sterile white anymore. it was filled with the warmth of your shared laughter and the quiet hum of a love that bloomed amidst the roar of engines.

i was enchanted to meet you

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[kumometeor]

On Display

Day 10 → Exhibitionism 💋 Kimi Räikkönen

Warnings: 18+ content

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Kimi Räikkönen doesn’t care about most things. It’s not apathy exactly, it’s more like everything just slips right past him. He does his job, keeps his head down, says what’s necessary — and even then, not much more than that. It’s enough to keep him going, to keep the world at arm’s length, until you came along.

You're different. That’s what unsettles him.

You’re new, fresh out of university, assigned to be his Press Officer for Alfa Romeo Racing. The team was proud of themselves for hiring you. Young, capable, smart. You’ve been around Kimi for a few months now, and it didn’t take long for something to shift inside him.

He’s not sure when it happened, or how, but it did. And now he can’t stop thinking about you.

Today, the garage is bustling — mechanics clinking tools, engineers hunched over laptops. Kimi stands near his car, keeping himself at a distance like he always does. But then he hears it, a conversation drifting over the noise.

"She's way too young for him," one mechanic says, voice low but not low enough. "Kimi's over forty. She should be with someone … closer to her age."

Kimi doesn't flinch, but he narrows his eyes slightly. The other mechanic laughs, “Like who, you? Come on, man, you’d never have a chance.”

“I’m serious,” the first one continues, “She deserves someone who can keep up with her, you know? Someone who’s not … past his prime.”

Kimi's grip on his helmet tightens.

He knows how it looks — he’s been around long enough to understand how people see him. Quiet, cold, detached. The guy who doesn’t care about anything. But this? This stings more than he expected. He stands there, frozen, until he sees you at the edge of the garage, talking to another team member, completely unaware of the conversation happening just a few feet away.

Kimi makes up his mind instantly.

Without a word, he strides across the garage, brushing past people with a determined look in his eyes. You don’t notice him until he’s right in front of you, blocking your path.

“Kimi?” You ask, blinking up at him. “What’s-”

“Come,” he says, his voice low and commanding. It’s not a request. Before you can ask another question, he’s taken your hand, pulling you along with him. You don’t resist, but confusion paints your face as he leads you through the maze of the garage.

“Kimi, what’s going on?” You ask, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Did something happen?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He’s too focused on getting to his driver’s room, away from everyone else, away from the noise and the looks. He doesn’t slow down until he reaches the door, pushing it open with one hand and ushering you inside with the other.

You barely have time to catch your breath before he shuts the door behind him, the soft click of the lock echoing in the small space. The room is quiet, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy outside, and you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

“Kimi,” you say again, softer this time. “What is it?”

He takes a moment, staring at you with that intense, unreadable expression he always wears. But there’s something else behind it now — something sharper, more vulnerable.

“I heard them,” he finally says, voice rougher than usual.

Your brow furrows. “Heard who?”

“The mechanics.” His jaw tightens. “Talking about you. About us.”

You blink, taken aback. “What did they say?”

Kimi steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “That I’m too old for you. That you should be with someone else. Someone younger.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off, his frustration spilling over. “They think I can’t keep up with you. That I’m not good enough.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and raw, and for the first time since you met him, Kimi looks … uncertain. It’s jarring, seeing him like this — the man who’s always in control, always so sure of himself, now questioning everything.

“Kimi,” you say softly, stepping closer until you’re just inches away from him. “That’s ridiculous.”

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Is it?”

“Yes,” you insist, your voice firm. “Why are you even listening to them? They don’t know anything about us.”

His gaze flickers, something close to doubt flashing in his eyes. “But maybe they’re right.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, though there’s no humor in it. “Right about what? That you’re too old for me?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look on his face says enough.

You take a deep breath, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Kimi, listen to me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re the one I’m with, not them. And I’m with you because I want to be. Not because of your age, or your career, or whatever else they think.”

He stares at you, his expression softening just a fraction. “But you could have someone else,” he murmurs. “Someone … younger.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s affection in the gesture. “I don’t want someone else. I want you.”

Kimi stays silent for a moment, his eyes searching yours like he’s trying to figure out if you really mean it. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, almost hesitant. “Why?”

You laugh, the sound light and teasing. “Do you really need me to list all the reasons?”

His lips twitch, the ghost of a smile threatening to break through, but he doesn’t let it.

“Fine,” you say, stepping even closer until you’re practically toe-to-toe. “You want to know why? Because you’re kind. Because you care, even if you don’t show it the way most people do. Because you make me laugh, even when you’re not trying to. And because when I’m with you, everything feels … right.”

His eyes soften, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. “You really think that?”

“I do,” you say, your voice sincere. “And I don’t care what anyone else says. They don’t get to decide what’s right for us. Only we do.”

Kimi watches you for a long moment, the weight of your words sinking in. Slowly, he reaches up, his fingers brushing your cheek in the gentlest of touches. It’s such a small, simple gesture, but it feels like everything in that moment.

“I’m not letting you go,” he says quietly, but there’s a fierceness behind his words that makes your heart race. “Not for them. Not for anyone.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, neither of you say anything. The silence isn’t uncomfortable; it’s warm, filled with everything unspoken between you. Kimi’s thumb traces slow circles on your cheek, his gaze locked on yours, and for the first time in a long time, he lets himself feel something. Something more than just the numb routine of racing, more than just the motions of his life.

It’s you.

You’re the difference. The one thing he never expected to care about, but now can’t imagine being without.

“They’ll keep talking,” he says after a while, his voice quieter now, almost resigned.

“Let them,” you reply, your tone defiant. “We know the truth. That’s all that matters.”

He doesn’t respond, but you can see it in his eyes — the way they soften, the way the lines of tension in his face smooth out. You’ve managed to calm him, to ease the storm raging in his mind. And that’s something no one else has ever been able to do.

Kimi exhales slowly, like he’s letting go of something heavy. He takes your hand again, this time more gently, pulling you toward him until your bodies are pressed together. His hand lingers on your waist as he pulls away slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. There’s a certain darkness there now, a fire that wasn’t present before. He’s calm, but there’s something electric beneath the surface. You can feel it.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches behind him, and with a swift, almost careless movement, pulls the door to the driver’s room open. The quiet hiss of the hinges echoes in the small space, but it’s the sudden rush of noise from the garage outside that jolts you.

“Kimi,” you whisper, glancing toward the open door, “What are you doing?”

His gaze stays locked on yours, unwavering, and he says it, voice low and dangerous, “I want everyone to hear you cry my name.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“And I want them to see,” he continues, his fingers brushing along your jawline before tilting your chin up slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes, “to know what I can do to you. That you’re mine.”

There’s no question in his voice, no hesitation. He’s daring you, challenging you in a way that only Kimi Räikkönen can. The kind of challenge that pulls you in, that makes it impossible to say no, even if every part of you is screaming at how reckless, how exposed this could be.

“Kimi,” you start, but the words get lost as he steps even closer, the warmth of his body brushing against yours, overwhelming every other thought.

“You don't want them to know?” He asks, the faintest smirk pulling at his lips, though his voice remains steady. “You don’t want them to hear how you scream for me?”

Your breath hitches, and Kimi notices. He always notices. There’s that rare smile again, the one that barely shows but tells you everything. You’re his, and he’s about to make sure everyone knows it.

You glance again at the open door, the sounds of the team moving about just a few feet away — tools clanking, mechanics talking, engineers calling out data. They’re all out there. They could hear everything.

And Kimi doesn’t care.

His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, grazing the skin just above your hips, slow and deliberate. “I want them to know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I want them to hear.”

The possessiveness in his voice is unmistakable. He’s not asking; he’s telling you, declaring it like an unshakable truth.

You’re his.

He guides you backward with a gentle but firm push until your back hits the wall. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, and before you can say anything, Kimi’s mouth is on yours. It’s not soft — it’s demanding, consuming. Every kiss, every touch is a statement. You belong to him, and now, he’s going to make sure the world knows it.

“Kimi, the door-” you manage to murmur against his lips, but he just kisses you harder, silencing any protest.

“I want it open,” he growls into your mouth, his voice rough with need. “I want them to see.”

His hands are all over you now, possessive, as if he can’t touch you enough, can’t get enough of you. He doesn’t care who hears, who sees. In fact, that’s exactly what he wants. He’s always been reserved, controlled — until it comes to you. With you, all of that falls away.

Kimi pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath hot against your lips. “Say my name.”

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes darting again to the open door. You can hear footsteps passing by, voices just outside, oblivious to what’s happening inside this room. But the way Kimi looks at you, the intensity in his eyes, the sheer force of his presence — it makes it impossible to resist.

“Kimi,” you breathe, soft at first.

He smiles, that dark, dangerous smile that sends your pulse racing. “Louder.”

“Kimi,” you say again, louder this time, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and need.

“Good,” he mutters, his hands tightening on your waist as he presses his body against yours. “They’ll hear you soon enough.”

And then he’s kissing you again, hard and fierce, his hands moving to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he presses you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and you can feel the heat of him through the fabric of his racing suit.

The door is still open.

The thought lingers in the back of your mind, but it’s quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of Kimi’s hands on you, his mouth devouring yours like he can’t get enough. You can hear the faint hum of voices outside, the occasional burst of laughter or the sound of tools clanging against metal, but it all fades away, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears and the feel of Kimi’s body against yours.

He pulls away just long enough to look at you again, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You’re mine,” he says, his voice rough, filled with a kind of raw intensity that makes your stomach flip. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe, your heart racing in your chest. “Only yours.”

And that’s all it takes. Kimi’s mouth crashes against yours again, and this time, there’s no holding back. Every touch, every kiss, every movement is possessive, claiming. He’s making sure that when you leave this room, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.

But then, just as you’re about to fall over the edge, just as you feel like you might break apart from the intensity of it all, the door creaks. A shadow falls across the room.

“Kimi-” a voice starts, but it cuts off abruptly.

Your heart skips a beat, your eyes flying open as you realize someone’s standing in the doorway. Kimi’s race engineer, frozen in place, eyes wide in shock.

For a split second, the room is deathly silent.

“Kimi?” The engineer stammers, his voice filled with awkward confusion. “Uh … sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But Kimi doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he turns his head slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder at the stunned engineer, his expression as calm and collected as ever.

“What?” Kimi asks, his voice steady, almost bored, as if nothing unusual is happening.

The engineer’s eyes dart between the two of you, clearly flustered. “I, uh, I was just going to — there’s a … a data issue, but, uh … I’ll come back later.”

Kimi doesn’t respond right away. He just stares at the engineer for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nods, almost dismissively. “Do that.”

The engineer doesn’t need to be told twice. He practically stumbles over his own feet as he backs out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him with a hurried click.

The second the door is closed, Kimi’s attention is back on you, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. His eyes darken again, the fire from before rekindling as if nothing had happened.

“They’ll all know now,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. There’s a possessive edge to his tone, something primal that sends a thrill through you.

“Kimi,” you breathe, your heart still pounding from the shock of being caught.

He smirks, leaning in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let them talk.”

And just like that, he’s kissing you again, his hands roaming your body with a kind of controlled urgency. There’s no hesitation, no pause to think about what just happened. It’s like the interruption never even fazed him.

He’s still in control, still completely focused on you.

“You’re mine,” he growls against your lips, and this time, there’s no room for doubt.

You are his.

And he’s going to make sure everyone knows it.

***

It’s late when the mechanic finally sits down on his worn-out couch, still in his travel clothes. The day had been long, filled with the usual chaos of a flying back home after a race weekend, and all he wants is to shut off his mind, sink into the cushions, and forget about everything for a while.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table, but he ignores it at first, figuring it’s just another group message from the guys. He’ll deal with that later.

But the phone buzzes again. And again. Three notifications in quick succession, and finally, he picks it up.

The screen lights up with a message from an unknown number.

New message: Open this. You’ll want to see.

His brow furrows as he reads it, curiosity piqued. He glances around his quiet apartment, feeling a strange sense of anticipation. He taps the message, and immediately, a video starts downloading. It’s taking its time — bad signal, probably. His thumb hovers over the screen, debating whether or not this is a good idea. Could be spam, or worse.

But something about the message, the cryptic tone of it, makes him wait.

The video finally finishes, and before he knows it, he presses play.

The screen flickers to life, and at first, it’s just a shot of a luxurious bedroom — modern, sleek, with low lighting and dark, rich colors. The kind of place he could only imagine staying in.

And then he sees you.

You’re there, on the bed, your body moving in a way that makes his breath catch in his throat. You’re wearing nothing but a thin, silk robe, and before he can process what he’s seeing, Kimi comes into view, shirtless, standing behind you. His hands are on your shoulders, sliding down your arms with a possessive, deliberate slowness.

“Holy shit,” the mechanic mutters under his breath, his pulse quickening.

In the video, Kimi’s voice is low and commanding as he leans in, whispering something in your ear that the mechanic can’t quite hear. But it doesn’t matter. The way you respond — the way your body reacts, arching slightly into Kimi’s touch — tells him everything he needs to know.

You belong to Kimi.

The mechanic’s hands tighten around his phone, his knuckles going white. He should stop watching, turn it off, but he can’t. It’s like he’s been pulled into something forbidden, something he knows he shouldn’t be seeing, but now that he has, he’s trapped.

Kimi moves around to the front of you in the video, tilting your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes. “Tell me,” Kimi’s voice rumbles through the speakers, clear and dominant, “who do you belong to?”

Your answer is immediate, breathless. “You.”

Kimi smiles, a dark, satisfied smile. “That’s right.”

The mechanic watches as Kimi pushes you gently back onto the bed, his movements fluid and controlled, like he’s done this a hundred times before. Kimi climbs over you, his body pressing down against yours, and the camera zooms in, catching every intimate detail — the way your hands slide up Kimi’s back, the way your lips part as you whisper his name, the soft moan that escapes when Kimi kisses your neck.

“Fuck,” the mechanic breathes, his heart pounding in his chest. He shouldn’t be watching this. It’s too personal, too raw. But he can’t look away. There’s something magnetic about the way Kimi moves, the way he commands your attention, your body, your everything.

In the video, Kimi’s voice breaks the silence again. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper, your voice shaking, filled with a need that makes the mechanic’s stomach twist.

The mechanic shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a mix of emotions he can’t quite pin down. Jealousy. Guilt. And something darker.

He hadn’t thought much of Kimi before — he’d respected him as a driver, sure, but as a man? He always thought Kimi was cold, detached. He hadn’t imagined that this version of Kimi existed — the one who could make you look at him like you were ready to fall apart, like nothing in the world mattered except him.

In the video, Kimi’s hands are everywhere now — your waist, your hips, your thighs. He’s slow, methodical, taking his time like he has all the control in the world. And maybe he does. The mechanic watches as Kimi’s lips trail down your neck, across your collarbone, lower still, until you’re gasping his name, your body arching off the bed in desperate, silent pleas.

“Kimi,” you breathe, and the mechanic feels it, the way you say his name like it’s a prayer, like it’s the only thing grounding you in the moment.

Kimi doesn’t respond, at least not with words. Instead, he pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at you, his gaze dark and possessive. His hand moves between your legs, and the mechanic can’t help but shift again, the tension in his body building as he watches. Kimi’s fingers are slow, deliberate, as he touches you, making you moan softly into the dimly lit room.

“Do you like this?” Kimi asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down the mechanic’s spine, even through the phone screen.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands clutching the sheets.

“Louder,” Kimi demands, his tone firm but not unkind.

“Yes,” you cry out this time, your body trembling beneath him.

The mechanic’s chest tightens. He knows he shouldn’t be watching this. It’s too intimate, too raw, but there’s something captivating about the way Kimi has you — completely and utterly under his control. The way he commands your body, your voice, your everything.

In the video, Kimi leans down, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, possessive kiss, and the mechanic watches as you melt into it, your body relaxing into the bed as if Kimi is the only thing tethering you to the world.

It’s then that the camera angle shifts slightly, giving the mechanic a perfect view of your face — flushed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, lips parted as you gasp for breath. Kimi’s fingers move faster now, more insistent, and the mechanic can see the way your body reacts, the way you tremble and arch under his touch.

“Kimi,” you cry out again, your voice breaking with need, with desperation.

Kimi’s response is immediate, his voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s it. Let them hear you.”

The mechanic’s heart pounds in his chest as he watches you unravel, your body shaking, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. He can’t tear his eyes away, even though he knows he should. There’s something intoxicating about watching you fall apart like this, knowing that it’s Kimi who’s doing this to you, who has you completely under his control.

The video continues, showing every intimate detail — Kimi’s hand tightening on your waist, the way your legs wrap around him, the way you moan his name over and over, completely lost in him. The mechanic’s throat feels tight, his skin prickling with a mix of emotions he can’t quite define.

In the video, you’re close — he can see it, the way your body trembles, the way your breaths come in short, desperate gasps. Kimi knows it too. His pace quickens, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers something the mechanic can’t make out, but it doesn’t matter. The effect is immediate. You cry out, your body arching off the bed as you fall apart beneath him, your voice breaking with pleasure.

The camera lingers for a moment, capturing the way you collapse back against the pillows, completely spent, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Kimi doesn’t move for a moment, just watches you, his hand still resting on your waist, his touch gentle now, almost reverent.

Slowly, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and the mechanic watches as you melt into him, your body relaxing completely. Kimi shifts, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest as you come down from the high, your breaths evening out.

The video ends with that image — Kimi lying back against the headboard, his arms wrapped around you protectively as you rest your head on his chest, eyes closed, completely exhausted. His fingers move through your hair, a soft, almost tender gesture that the mechanic never would’ve expected from him.

For a long moment, the mechanic just sits there, staring at the blank screen of his phone. His heart is still racing, his skin prickling with the intensity of what he just witnessed. He feels … unsettled. He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected Kimi to be so possessive, so dominant, and definitely hadn’t expected you to be so completely his.

He swallows hard, trying to push down the mix of jealousy, confusion, and something else that swirls in his chest. He feels like he’s seen something he was never meant to see — something private, something intimate. And yet, whoever sent this video wanted him to see it. Wanted him to know exactly what Kimi is capable of, exactly how well he can take care of you.

The mechanic leans back on the couch, letting out a long breath as he stares up at the ceiling. He knows one thing for sure: Kimi Räikkönen isn’t someone to underestimate.

And you — well, you’re his, in every possible way, and now the mechanic knows it too.

[kumometeor]

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1st — phone sex, Lando Norris

2nd — choking, Lewis Hamilton

3rd — quickie, Toto Wolff

4th — cockwarming, Max Verstappen

5th — virginity loss, Charles Leclerc

6th — love bite/ marking/ vampire!AU, Oscar Piastri

7th — face fucking, Carlos Sainz

8th — almost getting caught/ public sex, Sebastian Vettel

9th — size difference, George Russell

10th — breeding kink, Mark Webber

11th — mutual masturbation, Jenson Button

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

13th — mommy kink, Max Verstappen

14th — wax play, Toto Wolff

15th — keeping quiet, Peter Bonnington

16th — toys, Lando Norris

17th — lingerie, Fernando Alonso

18th — role play, Sebastian Vettel

19th — 69ing, Oscar Piastri

20th — cock worship, Jenson Button

21st — stripper, Toto Wolff

22nd — hate fucking, Max Verstappen

23rd — double penetration, Lewis - Charles

24th — thigh riding, Kimi Räikkönen

25th — humiliation, Mark Webber

26th — food play, Carlos Sainz

27th — your choice, 

28th — heels, Lando Norris

29th — praise kink, Charles Leclerc

30th — blindfold, Nico Rosberg

31st — nipple play/ lactation kink, Max Verstappen

[kumometeor]

✰ POSITIONS, F1 DILFS

[ starring ] sebastian vettel, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, jenson button, lewis hamilton, kevinmagnussen

[ tw ] fem!reader, smut (+18), dom!drivers, mention of sex toys and tapes, dirty talking, fem and male oral receiving (+ choking on dick)

. minors do not read .

sebastian enjoys sitting back to watch you play with yourself, be it your dainty fingers buried deep inside your pussy and coated in your juices, or the dildo, the copy of his cock, he had gifted you months ago when he was away; the sight of the grip your greedy pussy has on the plastic phallus and your body writhing in the sheets, whorish moaning his name to pled for relief, thighten his trousers but rather than bouncing you, feeling your tight little satch, he leans forward, breath fawning onto your wet tights, resulting in goosebumps.

you'd cry out silently, legs shaking as you ram the toy faster into your warmth. "what did you say, liebe? (love) care to repeat?", the man would ask, his rough hands grabbing your thick tights. "want my big dick inside you? fuck you till you can't remember your name and see stars no more, huh?", he'd taunt you with a massive smirk on his pinkish lips. "that what you would like, don't you, my dirty girl?"

kimi prefers on being hands on, having you knee in front of him to suck him off. tears have already escaped your eye and stained your hallowed cheeks, while his right hand sits at the back of your head, hair kept in a ponytail to manage the speed and the desired depth. your glossy eyes holding contact with his lustfilled gaze and the choking sounds as well as the moans that send off vibrations around his dick, makes him pull your face against his pelvic bone to deep throat him. the tightness of your wet mouth let's his cock throb slightly, the taste of salty pre cum hits your tongue once again.

slowly, kimi would face fuck you, forcing your lips to touch his pelvic whenever he pulls your head towards him, forcing your jaw to go slack and take his long cock all the way as saliva runs out of the corners of your stretched mouth, trailing down your tits and eventually hitting the carpet. "you love being my good girl, eh? then choke on it."

nando loves to grab your plump ass whilst hugging you whenever it is in public or in the privacy of a room — if his action is made in the later situation, the innocence of his touch quickly turns into nibbling playfully on your ear and neck, leaving small marks to show his claim of you. his finger would dip inside your clothing to touch your already wet pussy, gently brushing past the outer lips to rub your clit, which will transform you into mush against his body. wanting to eat you out, nando would lay you down on the bed if there is one, probing pillows under your hips to get an easy access to your wetness. he's godsend, festing on your pussy as it would be his last time, resulting in leaving you a breathless moaning puddle of a mess. "please don't stop, papi."

jenson would be the guy who'd twirl, pull and nib on your stiff nibbles as you stroke his growing dick whilst watching a sex tape of yourselves to get in the right zone. in his opinion its one of the easiest ways to set the mood; watching a homemade video of him plowing inside you from behind against a hotel wall or having you cuffed on the bedframe, fucking your little hole hard as you cum over and over again — he'll feel your breath stock whenever his recorded self hits your g-spot or lands a spank on your brightly coloured ass, and the slick of your snatch drips on his leg, that's between yours, rubbing over your cunt.

"in another life, you'd be a pornstar, darling", jense would whisper in your ear as he moves above you, running the fat leaking head of his cock against your awaiting pussy.

lewis would have you in sixty-nine, tongue tracing the rim of your snatched hole as you kitten-lick off the precum of his massive dick and nibble softly on a bold vein, chasing a groan out of the fit male. as soon as you reach past the half, he'll push his cock upwards, causing you to choke on his dick — his less dominating hand keeps your head down as his other hand sinks two fingers at the same time inside you roughly, sending you over the edge, a process he continues over again till you tap his thight two times.

"fucked you good, huh?"

kevin likes nothing more than seeing you completely relaxed and giggling during a session of soft, romantic sex; it's his favourite way to return to a relaxed state of mind after a race and running behind his small children. he'll have you ride him though he'd control the pace while pressing your face against his neck to feel you sucking kisses against it. whenever kevin would push hard upwards inside you, he'd hear you purr like a catita or moan, rambling about how he should just throw you down and fuck you, but this will just result in his next pushes slower, teasing you to show you who's the "boss".

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

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Three siblings of the Madrigal family ✨

They're all so iconic>:3

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You are mine,

And I am yours

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evil!bruno hc