#kevin magnussen x reader
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✰ 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".
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE LIVERY LAUNCH
fandom. formula one & mcu
about. the stark racing f1 team launches their livery
content warnings. written in 3rd person/lowercase, written + smau, not edited/proofread
word count. 0.8k + smau parts
notes. the main arc begins!!
y/n doesn't do nervous. not as l/n, not as stark- it's simply not in her nature. yet when the lights dimm and the audience starts to grow silent, her heart was up hear throat and she tried to dry her sweaty palms on her race suit.
"there is no need for that", muttered her teammate right behind her and she almost jumped. she glared at him, but he just grinned and gave her two thumbs up.
"don't do that, it makes you look old." he immediately put them down and she snorted.
"alright, you two, are you ready?" a stark employee, more specifically a stark racing employee, ushered them across the backstage all the way beneath it, ready to push them to the big event.
the car launch. the livery reveal. the introduction of stark to formula one, probably the most anticipated event of the year. unlike the other teams, they've been teasing the public for several weeks now, nothing concrete. speculations were all over social media, no one was even sure what main color stark racing would have, something the marketing team was very proud of.
now they would not only reveal the car, which would dominate the season (because- who are they kidding? they definitely will) but also the branding and race suits, and officially appear as drivers in one place.
the music started to play, the room darkened and the lightshow started. but y/n couldn't see anything of it happen. instead she was guided to the platform, which would bring her on stage, and put her helmet on.
a whole minute they would have to wait, a pre-recorded speech entertaining the guests and viewers all around the world, until she and kevin would appear in total darkness.
and they did. the platform brought them up silently, the room blacked out completely, until the lights behind them flashed on, shining on their backs.
the whole thing could be described as dramatic, over the top, but it fit. it fit the name, her father, herself. to show up with a bang.
"introducing... our drivers. y/n l/n-stark, number 95 and kevin magnussen, number 20! a round of applause everyone!" thunderous applause filled the giant room, people started to shout, when they finally took of their helmets.
with a grin, y/n spread her arms, raising her head and then her helmet over it. she stood proud and tall, all stark.
an assistant rushed to the stage, taking their helmets, to allow them complete freedom during their part of the reveal. y/n immediately took over, as it had been planned.
"welcome everyone, to the official launch of stark racing formula one team! i'm honored to introduce to you not only the car itself, but also the team." with a wide grin, she turned to kevin, who nodded to her.
"i'm sure you've all waited for him, our team principal, four-times worldchampion... sebastian vettel!" the room thundered again, cameras flashed, when seb walked on stage to stand between the two drivers. he waved to the crowd and bowed with a laugh, when they wouldn't stop cheering.
"thank you, thank you. wow, what a welcome! i'm very happy to be here, it has been a few years... but now we're back- and i'm thankful for the oppurtunity i've received. y/n, kevin... to a good season. to our fans, we all thank you for your support you've already showed, it's been incredible so far!"
"it's a special occasion, for all of us. and we have something very special for you", y/n winked, while slowly walking backwards, until she stood right in front of the gigantic screen, lightly knocking with her knuckle on it. a ripple animation waved across the screen and the room dimmed again. hushes were heard, when the sound of whirring filled the room, carried by the speakers.
another platform was brought up, the car. hidden by dark, silky fabric, it stood in the middle of the stage, ready to be revealed.
"ladies and gentlemen... the first car completely engineered by stark, for the stark racing formula one team... welcoming to the world, the SR-1!"
with that, kevin and y/n slowly began to lift the fabrig from the car, revealing a blinding white livery. lines of chrome streamlined it, the name stark proudly stood on the sides of it.
"it's mine, by the way", y/n joked and pointed on the number 95, after the crowd calmed.
"har, har", kevin drily replied, but he couldn't hide his grin.
"welcome, everyone... to the future!"
YNSTARK
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ynstark happy valentine in white ;)
user what a perfect way to end valentine
user MOMMY, SORRY, MOMMY-
lancestroll The launch was incredible 👏
tonystark This is my daugher!
⤷ ynstark this is my dad <3
peterstark ew, your face on my dash....
⤷ ynstark i will block you
⤷ peterstark i will tell pepper
⤷ ynstark *blocked*
user white is such a good color on her??
user i just fell on my knees in the middle of the street
sebastianvettel You're incredible, I'm excited for our future!
⤷ ynstark STOP you're making me cry 😭
⤷ ynstark @/charles_leclerc look at this, your grid father loves me more than you
⤷ charles_leclerc That's not true! You better take it back!!
zendaya what a beauty 🤩
⤷ ynstark no, you!!
user we got the arm spread and the wink, now i'm waiting for the iconic peace sign
user white stark era, white stark era, WHITE STARK ERA!!!
user the bitchfighting with her actual brother and her grid brother is EVERYTHING to me
⤷ user oh my god you're right, charles and y/n are grid!siblings...
⤷ user IM WAITING FOR DAD SEB, YOU HEAR ME I'M WAITING
starkracing Our future champion!
⤷ ynstark hehehe
user red bull has been oddly silent
⤷ user they're all trying to stop christian from committing a crime
⤷ user or drying his never ending tears
⤷ user LMAO I CAN NOT
user half of the grid in the likes... i fear y/n is becoming the it girl fr
user these comments are a goldmine
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SOMEDAY IT WILL ALL BE OKAY • MAX VERSTAPPEN
pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader (platonic)
summary: watching kevin and his daughter, laura, playing together at the paddock makes you emotional as you remember the love that you never get to receive growing up. max is here to remind you that your past doesn't define you, and one day you will be okay.
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, mentions of absent parent
word count: 3.1k
author's notes: based on the real-life event of me tearing up when i saw that video of kmag's daughter playing with his visor. healing my own daddy issues one fic at a time :)
(image is not mine)
─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────
Kevin Magnussen is a great dad.
People can say whatever they want about his driving – aggressive and maybe a little dangerous sometimes – but there is no denying that he is an amazing father who puts his daughters above all else. The Dane is always joking about how his two little troublemakers have been giving him a constant headache, but the rest of the grid knows that he would do just about anything for his girls.
Occasionally, Louise likes bringing Laura and Agnes to the track to see their dad at work. Being a Formula 1 driver with all the hectic schedules and non-stop traveling means that family time together can often be difficult to come by, so Kevin cherishes all the time he gets to be as present in their lives as possible.
The drivers all love it when the Magnussens visit the track, not only because Laura and Agnes are the sweetest little angels ever, but also because they get to witness the rare sight of Kevin “tough guy” Magnussen shedding his hard exterior and tease him about the heartwarmingly softer side he displays to his family.
And while you would never admit this out loud, somewhere residing deep within you is envious – envious of this kind of love that you never got to receive. Sometimes when you look at Kevin interacting with his daughters – just sometimes – you find yourself wondering what it would be like to have a father who is present, who genuinely cares, who loves you with everything they have so much that you never have to doubt your worthiness.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
You were standing with a few other drivers at the track, idly chatting about the upcoming race and your holiday plans now that the winter break is right around the corner when Kevin suddenly saunters nearby, holding the hand of the most adorable little girl. “Laura, come say hi!” he kneels down and says to her, sporting the biggest and most loving smile on his face as his daughter gives a shy little wave to the crowd of drivers before her.
“Hey there, Laura,” you wave at her, settling on a simple greeting since you have never been particularly great with children. “Hello, little one!” Lando greets with a wide grin as he offers Laura a fist bump, and the girl explodes into giggles when he pretends to yelp in pain at how hard Laura fist-bumped him. Classic Lando – always so good with kids.
“She’s got quite the punch, doesn’t she?” Kevin jokes while he chuckles at the sight, admiring the joyous smile on Laura’s face with the tenderest gaze he only reserves for his daughter. Becoming a father is the best thing that has happened to him, and he thanks the stars every day for being blessed with such precious gifts of life. Laura and Agnes – his biggest pride and joy.
“Here to be dad’s little assistant, Laura?” Max asks, his nose scrunching up in an adoring smile like the way it always does when he speaks to Penelope. The little girl nods bashfully before running to hide behind her dad, holding onto his hands as if he is her safe place, her rock.
Kevin laughs at his daughter’s endearing shyness, picks her up and envelops her in his embrace before placing a kiss on her rosy, chubby cheeks. “You’re the best assistant in the entire world,” he whispers softly, adoration swimming in his eyes while Laura lets out a giggle at her father’s words. The drivers around them cannot help but smile along with them – how can they not at such a heartwarming sight?
Yet watching Kevin’s doting smiles and the way he looks at his daughter as if she is his entire universe, the initial warm fuzziness within you silently morphs into a dull ache that squeezes at your heart – an odd yet familiar feeling you know all too well. Despite your best efforts to push them away, your mind becomes clouded with hazy memories of the past – the painful past that has broken you and haunted you for years.
In the fogged-up memories of your childhood days, you were never at the receiving end of such an affectionate gaze. The only way your father has ever looked at you was indifference, annoyance, and a sense of uncaringness that tore your little heart up into pieces and left you wondering what you did wrong to be so undeserving of the fatherly love you yearned for.
He never picked you up and hugged you as if you were a fragile treasure that he cherished. He never held your hand in a way that made you feel safe and certain that nothing could ever harm you because he would be your shield, protecting you from the world and its merciless cruelty. He never once made you feel loved and cared for, ignoring your attempts to gain his validation and approval because he loved himself and his ego more than he would ever love you.
When you received good grades at school and showed him your report card with the rows of A’s, hoping that it would help you get his approval, he didn’t praise you. In fact, he didn’t bother saying anything. He simply gave you a half-hearted nod before shifting his attention back to the damned television screen in front of him, some uninteresting TV show that never should have mattered more than his daughter. So you stuffed the tear-stained report card back into your school bag, uncaring that it got crushed and crumpled, because in the end your hard work and effort didn’t matter. It never did.
When you had a rough day at school and came home with tears running down your cheeks, your father looked at you for a second, rolled his eyes and walked away. So that night you cried yourself to sleep as you soaked through your pillows with your wallowing tears, wishing that your dad could wrap you in his arms and tell you that everything would be okay. You knew that he could hear your sobs across the hallway, but chose to ignore you anyway. You wondered if he hated you that much, or was it simply because he never even cared to begin with?
And when he finally gathered all his belongings and disappeared from your life once and for all, you surprised yourself when you didn’t cry at the sight of the now-empty house. You had just felt empty and lonely – so painstakingly lonely. The kind of loneliness that seeped into your bones and slithered along your veins and consumed your soul.
As you grew older, you became familiarized with that emptiness – comfortable with it even. You begin to find yourself pushing people away when they get too close, keeping most at arm's length because that seems like the safest option, breaking your own heart before others can do it because you never want to experience the same heartbreak your father has put you through.
Despite how painful it is, you hold onto that loneliness like a lifeline because how could you not when that’s the only thing you know? How could you love when you don’t even know what it feels like?
Even though it had been years since your dad had left, the emptiness he had left behind never seemed to fade away. They say time heals all wounds, but you call that bullshit, because then why does it still hurt like a fresh stab into the heart?
Too deep in your storm of thoughts, you don’t realize the tears brimming in your glossy eyes and the way your lips quiver ever so slightly. “Hey… you okay there?” Charles, who is standing beside you, gives you an affectionate pat on the shoulders and whispers hushedly in your ear, worried at your sudden change in demeanor. Quickly nodding your head, you answer him with the best smile you can manage, “Yeah, just remembering some things.”
While most of the drivers still have their focus on Kevin and Laura, a few have also noticed your red-rimmed eyes and quietness. “What’s wrong?” Lando mouths the question silently toward you, eyes wide in concern as he tries not to shift everybody’s attention toward you. You shake your head and mouth “nothing” in reply to him as discreetly as possible, not wanting to ruin the group’s mood with your sudden sentiments.
As much as you want to stay, you simply need to get away for a moment to recollect your thoughts. “Uh – There’s something I need from my driver’s room, so I’m gonna head off,” you hurriedly blink away the tears and put on the best smile – a skill you learned to master after years of being in the public’s eye. You hope that the excuse you just blurted out is somewhat believable, and you quickly disappear into the distance after your fellow drivers bid you goodbye.
While making a beeline for your driver's room, you cannot help but feel so embarrassed, so guilty for the sudden burst of emotions that erupted in your chest moments ago. “What is wrong with me?” you mumble hushedly to yourself as you make your way to the garage – irritated and beyond annoyed at yourself that the mere sight of Kevin with his daughter is enough to bring you to tears.
This isn’t something new to you. It isn’t the first time a good father-daughter relationship has made you tear up. Movies, TV shows, song lyrics – you always get so emotional when you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts, thinking too deeply about the painful reminders of the love that you never have.
It makes you feel stupid, because how broken do you have to be that trivial things like these are enough to make you cry? And it makes you feel scared, so utterly scared, because what if you were too broken to ever be capable of loving someone this much, too damaged to ever receive love despite yearning for it, and end up pushing away everyone who cares about you for the rest of your life.
When you arrive at your driver's room, you take a seat in the corner, breathing in and out while the self-blaming thoughts inside your head spiral in full force. This is so stupid, you are being stupid, and you hate yourself for being a fool and letting your past trauma affect you like this. Why were you even crying? There is nothing to be crying for. Stop. You need to stop.
Then you hear someone calling your name, voice faint and soft behind the door – Max. “You feeling okay?” he asks, and your delayed response and trembling voice as you answer him, “I’m fine.” are a clear enough indicator that you are far from okay. “Alright, I’m gonna come in now.” A sigh of mixed emotions falls from your lips – annoyance that you never seem to be able to lie to the man, and gratefulness that he always understands what you really need, and right now it is the company of your best friend.
“Hey, kiddo,” he says to you, eyebrows ceasing in sadness when he notices the expression on your face. Max hates seeing you like this, especially knowing the reason behind your tears is your absent father – someone who will never be worthy of having you cry over him.
You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your race suit, guilt weighing heavily on your chest as you apologize, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to ruin the mood back there. Did the other drivers notice?” Max shakes his head with a frown, refusing to let you blame yourself for something you should never feel guilty for. “You don’t have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.”
“I don’t even know why I am crying, honestly. Why am I still so angry and sad after all these years? It’s like… am I always going to be like this, broken? Will the hurt ever go away?” you explain truthfully to him while trying to piece your muddle-up thoughts together, yet you struggle to put them into words. How can you begin to explain the years of trauma your dad has left behind? How can you describe the mess of emotions you have for him – the hatred, the resentment, and the fact that you still love and miss him so much even after everything he has done to you?
You don’t need to, because Max understands, he always does. One of the reasons why you two became close quickly is because you share a similar, troubled past – something that is rather unfortunate to bond over, you would argue, but it brings you a great friend nonetheless. Max’s father isn’t exactly absent like yours – Jos Verstappen is still quite prominent in his life, along with his abusive and manipulative ways of raising his kids which he would vehemently deny and claims to be “tough love” instead.
Even though he is there, it doesn’t change the painful truth that the presence of his father has ruined Max. For years, he thought being violent was the way to solve problems because his dad always seemed to be able to solve his with his fist. He used to believe that you had to be perfect to be deserving of good things in life because he grew up with the punishment of “no dinner” if he had performed poorly in a race. He didn’t know if he would ever be capable of loving someone, and then he met Kelly and Penelope.
“You know… when I first met Penelope, I was terrified. I was scared that I could never be a good enough father figure for her, that I was too ruined to show her the love she deserved to have. But then I saw her, and then I realized I love her more than anything,” he confesses as he places himself to sit beside you, a reminiscent smile dancing on his lips while he remembers his first time meeting Penelope, the little girl who has become his family.
He remembers the suffocating fear of ending up like his father when he first held the hands of little Penelope, mind plagued with all the horrible what-ifs. What if he was a terrible dad? What if he couldn’t ever love Penelope? What if he was just like Jos Verstappen and ended up destroying her childhood with his anger and temper the way his dad had with his?
Then Penelope gave him a sweet smile, her tiny hand holding onto his pinky as she looked into his eyes with such trust and comfort, as if she knew that Max would love her more than anything in the world. Max genuinely thought he was going to cry, his heart surging with an overwhelming amount of love and determination to protect the little girl in front of her and give her the home she and Kelly deserve to have, and that’s when he knew that he had nothing to be afraid of – that he was going to do better than his father.
“Listen, kiddo. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it just makes the pain bearable. But there will be a day when your wound will still be there – it always will be there – but the pain and the hatred will no longer consume you. And you will realize that you can be better and stronger than your past, that you can break the cycle, that you are deserving of such unconditional love too.” You listen quietly to your best friend’s answer, exhaling a relieved sigh at the words you so desperately need to hear, giving you hope that despite all your trauma, one day you will be able to love with such certainty as well.
You are never too broken to love or be loved. You are not damaged goods that need repairing. You are not a monster for being intimidated by love and affection, for pushing people away even though you want more than anything for them to stay. You just need to allow yourself to heal from the hurtful past, to understand that your past trauma does not define you. You need to allow yourself to feel, to accept the depths of your emotions, to understand that your sadness and anger are always valid. You need to believe that you will be better than your father, that you will not follow in his footsteps, and that you deserve to be loved just as much as anyone else.
Feeling sentimental over this doesn’t make you stupid or a fool, it just makes you human. It is okay to cry over it, to be sad over it, as long as you remember that one day – while things will never be perfect – it will certainly get better.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Max tells you with a smile, reaching for your hand to give it a comforting squeeze, and you believe him. For once in a very long time, you genuinely believe that everything is going to be okay. The impact your father has on you will always be there. You can never wipe away the hurt and awful things he has done to you, nor can you simply erase the simultaneous love and hatred you hold for him, but one day you will learn to move on and find closure, and you are going to be okay, just like Max said.
There is a knock on the door, and you can hear your name being called again, this time in the soft and squeaky voice of a little girl. “I’m here,” you answer, and peeking behind the gap in the door is Laura with a cheeky grin on her face. Kevin leads her inside your driver's room with an apologetic smile, “Hey, sorry… Laura says she wants to play with you and insists that I bring her here.”
You watch as Laura crawls up into the seat next to you and Max, looking at you with the brightest toothy little grin ever, and your lips begin pulling up into a huge smile as well. “Is it okay if she plays here for a while? I’ve got a team meeting in 5 and she never likes coming to those…” Kevin asks apologetically before relief floods his expression when you answer him, “It would be lovely to have a little playdate with Laura.”
“Alrighty, see you later little one,” Kevin leans down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head, reminding her to be a good kid when he is away for the meeting, and you smile at the sight. Not an envious one, or a reminiscent one, but one of contentment because you know that one day you will be able to receive and give such unconditional love to someone too.
Someday, it will be okay. You will be okay.
#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen imagine#kevin magnussen x reader#f1 drivers x reader
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family ties ! kevin m. x ofc (norris!ofc)
summary: with lando forgetting his brother-in-law's being in the grid, his big sister lola norris came swooping in to make light of the situation with their banters. OR, lola was a supportive woman who can balance being a sister to the mclaren driver and a wife to the haas driver.
content warning: brother!lando x sister!ofc banter, established relationship (married!kmag and ofc), oscar piastri trying to get the little brother privilege from lando, smau based on the 'f1 drivers as babies' video (grill the grid 2023), briefly mentions tv show shameless cast
note: never wrote any k-mag fic before BUT the clip of lando saying "forgot he was a driver" prompted me to write this- it's been a while since that video's been out so this thought had been haunting me for WEEKS! enjoy xx
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F1 DRIVERS AS BABIES! | GRILL THE GRID 2023 | EPISODE 5 by formula 1
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user1 YES BABY SLANDER HIM
user2 lando forgetting that kevin's a driver when the man showed his tattoos at that one ice tub video in singapore??? throw that man back to the slammer
lolanmagnussen real 🙌
user2 omg mother
charles_leclerc lando was saying his prayers in the group chat when that grill the grid video came out 🤣
lolanmagnussen as he should king 💅
oscarpiastri at least i can't forget about astrid and ingrid's dad like the other guy did 🤷♀️ liked by lolanmagnussen
user3 "THE OTHER GUY" IM DEAD-
user4 using that piastRIZZ on big sister norris huh, oscar?
landonorris how many times do i have to apologize 😭 liked by lolanmagnussen
lolanmagnussen cry about it
haasf1team in this house, we don't forget about k-mag 🥰 liked and pinned by lolanmagnussen
lolanmagnussen preach 🗣
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maxfewtrell i was hoping to see your little brother privileges revoked tbh 😩
lando.jpg how unfortunate.
user1 petty ass mf 😭
alex_albon oscar not in the dinner, lando??? 🤣
oscarpiastri no, he took my invitation and ripped 'em apart
kevinmagnussen we'll get you a new one oscar 😆
kevinmagnussen nice to see you haven't forgotten about me yet!
lando.jpg i forgot about you one time and now you and lola won't live that down 😒
kevinmagnussen she said to use this against you in case you're acting up
lando.jpg stop listening to your wife for a moment kevin i'm begging
user2 i didn't think that this duo would exist ever ngl
lando.jpg get in line
lolanmagnussen someone's scared of losing their little brother card huh 😆
lando.jpg 🙄
the norris-magnussen girls
astrid magnussen and ingrid magnussen
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Secret, but not Private (Instagram AU)
Pairing: Group 2:
Post 1: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Post 2: Kevin Magnussen x Reader
Post 3: Lando Norris x Reader
All pictures are from either Tumblr, Pinterest, or Instagram
@/charles_leclerc I had a great vacation, babe. Good luck in uni this semester and I hope to see you again soon. Love you!
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carlossainz55 The hand? Hello?
pierregasly @/charles_leclerc Answer?
charles_leclerc Yeah... She's my girlfriend and was fine with it... So?
user1 She is beautiful!
user2 Do you know who she is?
@/kevinmagnussen Happy anniversary, skat (danish: babe)! I've had a great few years being married to you. Here's to many more together. I love you!
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hulkhulkenburg Have fun on your date!
sebastianvettel Happy anniversary, Kev! Treat her well
kevinmagnussen I will. Thanks!
user1 Who is she?
user2 Congrats!
@/landonorris Date night for my baby's 24th birthday! Hope you had a great day and an even better year. I love you!
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carlossainz55 How'd the date go?
landonorris It went well
carlossainz55 Oh, and tell her "Happy Birthday" for me
landonorris I will, thanks
user1 She's so pretty. Does anyone know who she is?
danielricciardo You better be treating her well for putting up with you
landonorris What's that supposed to mean?
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all I've learnt has been overturned
pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader
words: 958
warnings: fluff
In which Agnes has learnt from the best
You’d think that with four parents involved, it would be easy enough to look after three children, but nothing could be further from the truth. Your youngest was easy enough, at five months the little boy was either in a stroller or a baby carrier, but with all four of you working this weekend, it becomes difficult to divide and conquer for your two oldest children. Mark is looking after Agnes who, at four years old, is fluent in three languages: English, Danish, and sass –thanks to your genes and the influence of her uncle Nano. Your middle child, Margot, is a spritely 2-year-old and the spitting image of her dad, Lewis, and currently hanging out with her godfather Sebastian, while Lewis and Kevin get ready for the race. Which leaves you with your 5-month-old son, Luke. Just like his sisters, he will sleep peacefully through the hustle and bustle of the paddock while you get ready to go on air. When Lewis joined Ferrari, you stayed at Mercedes, but it became increasingly more difficult to balance your career and motherhood. And then Jenson approached you with an opportunity to go into commentary for Sky Sports. At first you weren’t sure whether you’d be the right person for the job, but Jenson and your husbands were quick to dispel that concern. The biggest selling point was the flexibility; you could pick which races you’d attend as part of the media team meaning you and Mark had an easier time splitting the main responsibilities during race weekends. And now that the lead producer for the F1 broadcast is a woman, it was even easier to be a working mum because it was no problem to bring your baby and be on air with them in a baby wrap strapped to your chest. Although you have a feeling that being the wife of also helped in getting this privilege written into your contract.
You’re in the middle of analysing the interesting pit strategy from Alpine post race when you spot your oldest running towards you. Mark shoots you an apologetic look from where he’s on air with Channel 4, but all you can do is shrug. It’s the Monaco Grand Prix and having grown up here, Agnes feels more than comfortable in the paddock. Jenson is quick to scoop her up, hoisting her up on his hip while you finish.
“What was your favourite part today, princess?” he asks her, moving the microphone in front of her.
“The ice cream at Ferrari. Mr Fred always has sprinkles. Oh, and when daddy got wet!” Agnes replies, clearly prioritising the treats over Lewis’ podium finish, much to the amusement of your colleagues. Jenson segues easily into discussing his thoughts on the race while Agnes waves at some of the drivers passing by. You’re slightly on edge having her on air. Last year during the Monza GP, the little girl was caught on camera telling Nico Hulkenberg suck my balls when she and Kevin walked past him. Of course the clip went viral; how could it not with the girl repeating her father’s comments to his teammate. You can’t lie, it was very funny to hear those words come out of your then 3-year-old’s mouth.
You’re nearing the end of the broadcast and you relax slightly until your daughter spots one of her uncles and brother’s godfathers.
“Oh no,” you mutter, but there’s nothing you can do now Agnes sees Fernando.
“Cabrón!” Agnes shouts, and makes a little heart sign with her hands. You cover your eyes, groaning while Jenson laughs. To make matters worse, Fernando jogs over.
“Are you causing chaos again, preciosa?” he asks her while Simon hands him a microphone.
“Uhu!” Agnes replies, looking very pleased with herself.
“How about we go find your dad before you cause any more, hm?” Fernando says and lifts her onto his shoulders. The girl holds on to his head as she chatters away about how she got ice cream with sprinkles, and did you know that orange sprinkles don’t taste like oranges? Isn’t that so silly uncle Nano?
“I swear we raised her better than that,” you manage to utter as they walk away.
“Fernando’s teaching her all the important things,” Jenson chuckles, “She’ll be able to hold her own once she gets to F1 if she chooses to follow her dads’ footsteps.”
“And on that note,” Simon says, “here’s what’s coming up today on SkySports.”
“It could’ve been worse,” Kevin says while giving Luke his bottle. You’re all sat at the Ferrari hospitality before he and Lewis are needed for the debrief. You look to where Agnes is playing football with Charles and sigh.
“True, she could’ve flipped him off,” Lewis adds, handing Margot a couple of crayons and her colouring book.
“Don’t remind me,” you groan. It had taken the four of you weeks to get her to stop doing that.
“As if Fernando would’ve complained, he’s the one that taught her in the first place,” Mark chuckles.
“Will you please ask him to stop teaching our children all the naughty words? And I mean that for any and all languages,” you ask him. Mark presses a kiss against your temple.
“Of course. He’s coming to dinner tonight and I’ll speak to him about it.” Every year since the four of you moved to Monaco, Mark organises a BBQ after the Monaco Grand Prix. It’s a large undertaking, feeding most of the grid plus a couple of the former drivers, but it’s nice to see everyone relax. It always serves as a reminder that family is made and chosen. You know your children will grow up surrounded by so much love, and that alone is worth the stack of dishes afterwards.
I was meant to be writing a Carlos smut fic. Oh well 🙈
Agnes' personality was inspired by this TikTok. Like, she is her father's daughter. Oh, and because I have a feeling people will ask:
Agnes - 4, Kevin's biological child
Margot - 2, Lewis' biological child
Luke - 5 months, Mark's biological child
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Could I request Kevin with the prompt
“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”
Love your work and am excited to see your portrayal of K-Mag! 💜
keep you warm
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no warnings, just fluff.
There was something magical about seeing someone you loved in their natural habitat – unfiltered, content, at peace. Kevin was always in his element any time you returned to his homeland, pacing back and forth for weeks in hotel rooms, itching to be back in Copenhagen for the holidays.
He had it scheduled down to the minute, making sure you spent every waking second soaking up the place he loved the most – the place the held a special spot in his heart forever. He dragged you from shop to shop, café to café until your booted feet were aching and your neck had a slight pang of whiplash.
Admittedly, Copenhagen was picturesque in the winter – a white Christmas always sitting pretty at the top of your wish list for the holiday season. Kevin insisted on seeing every single shop front display, every light that was strung up in Tivoli Gardens as you strolled hand in hand through what would typically be lush greenery, but was now covered in a thin layer of snow – snow flakes slowly melting away, waiting for another dusting overnight.
“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze…” Kevin teased as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a smile adorning your rosy cheeks at the feeling.
His were similarly flushed – the Nordic blood ran deep but it didn’t stop the tip of his nose blushing in the cold, even on a cool evening in London. The crystal blue eyes that watched the awe-struck expressions on your face were magnified the natural watery reaction caused by the wind whipping through the looming tree branches above. They were earnest and warm – a complete contrast to the world around you.
“I’m not that cold,” You braved, every appendage on your body screaming for his warmth, “I can give you my gloves if you want…”
Kevin chuckled at your wavering voice and a cloud of fog dissipated into the air, “I’m fine – but maybe a kiss would help warm us both up, do you think?”
Met with a cheeky smile as you swivelled on the spot at his suggestion, your gloved hands instinctually gnawed at the lapels on his thick winter jacket – inching him impossibly closer until your were on your tip-toes, balanced by his strong hold on the small of your back.
You pulled him in tight against your own waterproof coat, lips ghosting and whispered, "That is a fantastic idea."
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Something Doesn't Taste Right
Kevin Magnussen x Fem!Reader
Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, kevin is determined that he can do this, he's also got a heavy hand, (think 'just two shots of vodka' meme lol), something seems to go wrong every time, some friendly teasing.
Word Count: 680
Author's Note: those of you that have been around for a while know that I loveeeeee k-mag so if you don't, you're new so welcome to the madness.
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Your husband convinces you that he knows how to make eggnog, no need to buy it from the store. His father’s recipe is the best of the best.. that’s if Kevin can figure it out.
"Are you sure?" You asked your husband, glancing over your shoulder at him.
You and Kevin have gone to the store to pick up a few things for your Christmas party this upcoming weekend. You stopped in the refrigerated section to get cheese and eggs and you came across their giant selection of eggnog; peppermint, cinnamon, gingerbread - you name it, they had it.
The carton in your hand, you showed your husband. "We should just buy it, it'll be easier. You just add the rum to it after."
Kevin waves you off, "it's fine babe, I can make it."
You were a bit sceptical of your husband. Kevin was insistent that you didn't buy the eggnog because he knew how to make it. He had watched his father do it every Christmas holiday growing up, he practically knew it like the back of his hand, or so he said.
"We have everything at home to make it. It's better homemade, trust me."
Your brows furrow but you give in, setting the carton back on the shelf. "If you say so."
The trip at the store concluded, you and Kevin arrived back at home shortly after. As you pack away the groceries, your husband begins making his eggnog.
You watched from the counter as Kevin mixed together his ingredients in the pot on the stove. You were still a bit skeptical, but it seems like things are coming together, so you figure what's the worst that could happen ?
"Now we wait," Kev tells you, setting it into the fridge after a while.
The two of you busy yourselves with some decorating for the party in the meantime. You and Kevin return to the kitchen a few hours later, Kevin putting the now cooled pot of eggnog on the counter.
"Is it done?"
"No, I've got to add the vanilla and the liquor but you can taste it before if you'd like."
Kevin puts some into a glass for you, letting you take a sip of it. You make a face, "that's really sweet, is it supposed to be that sweet?" You hand the glass over to him.
His brows furrow, taking a sip. "Oh.. I must have put too much sugar, the vanilla will balance it."
You watch as he pours the vanilla extract into the pot, his heavy hand in play. You've never made eggnog but by the looks of it, it seems like way too much.
Kevin stirs the pot, pouring some more into the glass for you. "Okay, try it now."
The overwhelming smell of vanilla hits your nose and as you take a sip, it covers your taste buds. "Uh.. I don't think this is right either, babe."
You hand the glass to him, Kevin seems confused but he takes a sip.
"Okay yeah, I see where I went wrong, too much vanilla."
"Yeah," you nod, drinking some water to cleanse your mouth of the taste.
Kevin turns to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of bourbon. "This one?"
"It's your recipe, babe. Your choice."
He nods, undoing the cap on the bottle. Kevin's heavy hand comes into play yet again, pouring just a little over a quarter into the pot and begins stirring it.
He adds some into a new glass for you, "okay final one. I think I got it right."
You're still skeptical, taking a small sip. At first, it was fine - the bourbon seems to have balanced out the vanilla and the sugar.
It was like you spoke too soon, the back of your throat burning when the bourbon finally kicked in. "Holy shit," you rubbed your chest, setting the glass down.
"What?" He takes the glass.
"That's so-" you stop, watching as Kevin takes a sip of the eggnog. It takes him a second but his face mirrored yours. "That's strong."
"Yeah," you laughed, "I think we should make a trip to the store."
Kevin nods, "store bought eggnog for now, but I will get it right." You pat his chest, "sure baby, just not when we have guests coming over."
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Christmas Sex || KM20 x Girlfriend!reader
Warnings: 18+, unprotected, kitchen sex, oral (F reviving), fingering, praise kink
Wordcount: 1k
Wanna hear a funny story? Even though I’m Danish, I actually had to look up Danish cookies. Do I feel embarrassed? Yes. Am I ever gonna talk about it again? Nope
Kevin had brought his girlfriend to Denmark for the holidays, and she had decided to surprise him with Christmas cookies
She decided to bake some Danish cookies hoping he would like them
The hard part was to figure out which ones she wanted to make. There were a lot to choose between
“Smells amazing in here” He said as he entered the kitchen. Kevin had been out all day with his friends
“I’m happy about that” She said as she placed a plate with cookies on the table
“Is this… Jødekager?” He asked as he took a bite of one
“Yeah. I tried. Are they good?” She asked scared that they were bad
“They taste amazing” He answered and kissed her cheek before going to the kitchen “Are there more in the oven?” He asked as his girlfriend joined him
“No, that’s Vaniljekranse” She said trying to pronounce the name
“Have you gone on a baking streak?” He asked connecting his lips to hers
“I’m just in the Christmas spirit” She chuckled as the timer beeped. She took out the tray and turned off the oven “Watch it. They’re hot” She said as Kevin went to take one
“Wait till after dinner, then you can eat them for dessert” She said as she turned away from him and leaned over the counter to read something on her phone
“I was planning on eating you for dessert, but I can have both I guess” He said as he hugged her from behind
“You don’t need to wait for dessert to eat me, darling” She said as he started kissing her neck. She could feel his heart beat as his chest was against her back
“I know, but you’re a treat, and treats are for desserts” He mumbled against her skin
“Guess I’ll just wait to eat you after dinner too” She said as she pushed away from the counter
She tried to walk away, but was pulled back and was pressed between her boyfriends body and the counter
“I’m not a treat, I’m the snack you eat when your hungry” He said before kissing her deeply
“But I’m not hungry, baby” She said in a teasing tone
“But I’m hungry for you” He said kissing her deeply again, this time it was all teeth
He put his hands on her back thighs to pick her up and put her on the counter. She put her legs around his waist to push him further into the counter
“I thought you said you weren’t hungry” He said as he started kissing her neck and throat
“I won’t be the one eating” She said as Kevin’s hands went under her shirt
“Was that a demand?” He mumbled on her skin
“Everything I say about sex is a demand. You know that” She said with a seductive voice
“No, I just do everything you tell me to do” He said as his fingers went under the waist band of her shorts. He managed to pull them down a long side with her panties, even when she sat on the counter
“God, I love you” He said between kisses as he went on his knees. He pulled her towards the edge of the counter and put on of her legs over his shoulder
“Fucking hell” She breathed out as his lips wrapped around her clit “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me” Her hand went to his hair as she leaned her head back with pleasure
One of Kevin’s hands went to her inner thigh before going to her core. Her slid one of his fingers through her folds before slowly going in making her moan and tug on his hair
He slowly started going in and out of her. She tugged on his hair when he sped up, making him moan giving her extra pleasure
He added another finger when he could feel her clench around his finger. He curled his fingers up hitting the right spot making her see spots
“Fuck, just like that” Her moans got louder and heavier as she got closer to her orgasm. With a few last thrusts of his fingers, she came around his fingers, his name rolling of her tongue
“Get up” She said looking down at him when he rode out her high. Their lips connected yet again, making her taste herself on him
Her hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. She zipped down his zipper and pulled his cock out
He moaned when she slowly started stroking him. He drew his cock through her folds before entering her
She adjusted to him before he started moving “You feel so good in me” She said and he could only whimper at her words
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” She asked when she could feel him twitch inside her as his thrusts were getting sloppier and uneven in his rhythm
“Fuck. Yes, I’m gonna come for you” Both their moans got quicker and louder as they both got closer and closer to their orgasms
“Fuck. You look so pretty like this. So close to your orgasm that you can’t even think straight. Hands shaking from pleasure. Your face red because you like getting praised. God, I fucking love seeing you like this. Whimpering by my words” He came just by her words
A few more thrusts and she came around him as well “Fuck, you did so well for me baby” She whispered as she kissed his cheek
They both got their clothes on before she turned towards him again “I think you deserve a cookie” She said giving him one
“I thought you said after dinner” He said smiling down at her
“You were good for me. You deserve it” They connected their lips again
“Thank you, darling. They taste really good, just like you” He said jokingly as he kissed her jaw
“Shut up” She said as she hit his shoulder playfully
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Mistletoe
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Kevin Magnussen x femreader!
Three times Kevin tries to kiss you under a Mistletoe, and one time when he does.
It's the most beautiful time of the year. Lights fill the streets, spreading so much cheer. I should be playing in the winter snow. But I'ma be under the mistletoe...
The sound of the radio made Kevin smile. It was Christmas Day and your first together. Kevin and you started dating in April after being introduced to each other by your best friend's cousin. You quickly discovered many things in common and went out on your first date the next day.
Now, you're at home with your family. Your mom insisted on having both of you, so you took Kevin to your hometown in England. He loved it since the beginning. It was so beautiful and smelled like Christmas everywhere. He simply loved it. And he loved your family, too. Your father wasn't so sure of him at first but ended up loving him at the end of the first day. Your mother loved him from the first minute. The same with your little niece. She loved her new Uncle K since he told her how beautiful she was and that she looked like a princess.
Although he loved being with you and your family, he knew it wouldn't be easy to have time alone with you. If you weren't with your niece playing in the backyard, you were helping your mom cook or shopping with your sister. He wanted to have some time alone with you under the mistletoe. Even if that sounded cliché, he desired to kiss you under it. It was your first Christmas together, and doing it would be perfect.
So now, he just needs to try to kiss you under the mistletoe. An easy job, right?
First attempt
"Hi, honey, what are you doing?" Kevin asked you, entering the kitchen.
"Hi. I'm just washing some dishes," you answered without looking at him.
"Great. Do you have plans for this afternoon? I thought we could go for hot chocolate. What do you think?" he asked nervously.
"You want to go for hot chocolate even if we have plenty of it here?" you asked, confused.
"Something like that," he laughed nervously.
"Well... It sounds great to me. Having some time alone would be amazing! Don't you think?" you smiled.
"Yeah, it would be!" he smiled back, happy to know that maybe he could kiss you under the mistletoe.
"Give me 5 minutes to change, and we can go!" you kissed the top of his lips and ran upstairs.
Kevin smiled, seeing you running upstairs. Finally, he could have his time alone with you. He was so happy that he forgot about the little girl at the kitchen table.
"Uncle K, can I go with you? I want hot chocolate, too!" she said, making her puppy eyes.
Kevin couldn't believe what his ears heard. The little brat wanted to go with them. Damn! He needed to make sure she wouldn't ask you or you would say yes.
"Well, I am so sorry, but this would be just adults, you know? No kids," he said.
After hearing this, the little girl started crying, and Keving tried to calm her down, but it didn't work. When you came down, you saw your 4-year-old niece crying in Kevin's arms.
"What happened here?" you asked.
"I want to go!" your niece cried.
"She overheard us and now wants to go with us. I said no, and she's crying." Kevin explained to you.
"I want to go with you, Auntie! Please. I'll be a good a good girl, I promise." she tried to convince you with her puppy eyes.
"Oh, honey, don't cry, alright? You can go with me and Kevin, and we'll buy an extra hot chocolate for you." you kissed her head.
Kevin only huffed in anger and followed both of you out. His first idea didn't work, and thanks to that little girl. Now, he needs to think something else.
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Second attempt
After having hot chocolate, your niece wanted to go ice skating. Kevin viewed this as another opportunity to kiss you as he saw the mistletoe hanging at the entrance of the rink. He planned to take you there and kiss you. Easy.
"This is so fun!" your niece screamed.
She didn't know how to skate, but you and Kevin were teaching her. Your heart melted as you saw Kevin skating hand in hand with her. You knew he would make a fantastic dad someday, and wish it would be with you. Your niece completely adored him, and you were a little jealous of his attention to her but couldn't complain. He looked so hot with a child in his arms.
After a few minutes, your niece made friends with a kid of her age and left you and Kevin alone. You both started skating together while laughing.
"Sophie is right. This is so fun." you laughed.
"Indeed, it is." he laughed, too.
"We should do this every Christmas!" you suggested.
"I agree. You look so beautiful when you ice skating," he told you while putting your hair behind your ear.
You didn't notice, but he was slowly guiding you to the entrance where the Mistletoe was hanging. When you arrived at it, he took you by your waist and leaned to kiss you. You smiled knowing what he wanted to do, and did the same.
But, before you could kiss, the scream of your niece put you apart. You looked around in fear of what happened and saw your little niece lying on the cold ice. She tried to skate by herself and fell down. You ran to her and didn't turn to see Kevin's face. Fortunately, your niece was okay. She wasn't hurt, but Kevin's opportunity went straight to the trash.
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Third attempt
"Hey, babe, I'm going to the mall, do you want to come?" you asked Kevin.
He was lying on your bed watching his phone. He looked so sexy and concentrated, you thought. He looked up at you and smiled. This could be his new opportunity. He was sure that the mall would have a mistletoe, because, why not?
"Sure. I'll change and see you downstairs." he smiled.
While changing, he was praying your niece wouldn't come this time. He didn't have anything against her. He really liked her, but he wanted to have some time alone. Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve, and that meant more family in your house, and in consequence, less time together alone.
"Ready," he said walking to the door.
"Great! Look who's coming with us," you said, fixing your niece's coat.
Kevin's smile faded down as he saw your niece. Amazing, he thought. You three got into the car and drove to the mall. During the journey, your niece thought it was a good idea to sing some carols. You agreed with her and started singing Silent Night, but the silence was all Kevin wanted at that moment.
You arrived at the mall and did your shopping. While you were distracted by your niece, Kevin was looking for a mistletoe. He found one at the entrance of a clothes store. He smiled and turned to see you. He was sure this would be the time he would kiss you.
"Babe, do you want to go to that clothes shop? It seems it has some good clothes," he asked you.
"Sure. I trust in your sense of style," you laughed.
"I'm hungry!" your niece said before entering the store.
"We can go to eat after seeing this store," Kevin said.
"But I want to eat now" she insisted.
"I think we can go to eat right now and then, when we're finished, we can return to the store." you smiled.
Kevin huffed in annoyance but accepted going to eat. Your niece and you had hamburgers and french fries, and Kevin had a salad. He was desperate to finish eating so you could go to the store, but you and your niece were so deep playing with the toys your niece's hamburger brought.
At the time you both were finished and returned to the store, it was already closed. And Kevin's opportunity vanished again.
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The Kiss
It was Christmas Eve, and as Kevin imagined the day before, you were busy with your family and dinner. All of your family came to your parent's house to celebrate Christmas. He met your cousins, aunts, nephews, nieces, and friends, too. The house was full with no space or time alone. He huffed sadly as he saw you in the kitchen with your cousins. There was no way he could kiss you under the mistletoe. Sad, he decided to go for a walk in the snow.
You were in the kitchen chatting with your cousins when your eye caught Kevin's shade. He looked sad, and you immediately worried. Wasn't he enjoying the party? you thought. You excused yourself and went to see where Kevin was. One of your cousins told you he went outside, so you put your coat on and followed him, wondering what happened.
You found him sitting on a bench near your house. He looked sad and your heart broke into thousands of pieces. You thought he loved to be there with you and your family, but seeing him like that, made you wonder if he really liked it or not.
"Hey, what happened? Are you alright?" you asked, sitting next to him.
Kevin looked up and was surprised to see you there. Guilt crossed his mind. You were so happy with your family and now you were there with him and his sadness.
"Is everything alright?" you asked again.
"Yes, I'm okay, don't worry," he tried to sound happy.
"Yes, you seem like that," you rolled your eyes.
"Sorry. I know I was a jerk," he apologized.
"What is happening Kev? I thought you liked here," you said sadly.
"It's not that. It's just I've been trying all weekend to kiss you under the mistletoe but everything seemed to be against me," he confessed with his head in his hands.
"Oh, honey." you covered your mouth with your hands in surprise. "That's so sweet of you. I'm so sorry that I've been busy with my family, but I really want to kiss you under the mistletoe. You just had to ask and I would have said yes." you smiled.
"Would you like to be my mistletoe kiss?" he asked you with a big smile.
"Of course, my love." you smiled.
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It was an accident, you didn't mean to bang on his door that night. You had come in from a few, well more than a few drinks with your friends and you thought you were going over to your door, banging on it for your roommate to let you in as you couldn't be bothered to find your keys.
Imagine your surprise when your neighbour Kevin, opens his front door, half sleep and shirtless.
Did you swoon? Yes but you could blame the tequila shots for you almost falling over.
He realized what had happened, walking you over to your apartment and even finding your keys in your purse to let you in. He quickly realized your roommate wasn't home and helped you to the couch, locking the door on his way out.
You were mortified when you woke up the next door, deciding you had to thank him somehow so you baked him a cheesecake, taking it over with your most sincere apologizes. You assured him you didn't always lose yourself like that.
Kevin laughed it off, thanking you for the cheesecake and invited you in for a piece.
The rest was history.
You found yourself in bed with him this morning, as your boyfriend of course. He had gotten in late last night, his arms wrapping around you as the bed dipped was the sign that he was home.
His hand on your chest when you rolled onto your back, your boyfriend moving it to your cheek. You turned your face, kissing his palm, holding his hand with your own.
"Morning," he kisses your shoulder, snuggling closer to you. "Morning babe," you smiled, Kevin's finger brushed over your bottom lip and you can't help yourself, wrapping your lips around it.
Kevin opens his eyes, finally - watching as your tiny hand held his, your lips wrapped around his index finger. He can feel the way your tongue moves along it, his own wicked thoughts made him twitch in his shorts.
You smile at him, letting go of his finger with a pop. "I can see the thoughts in your head, don't even think about it," you tell him, sitting up. "I have a meeting in an hour."
As you were about to get out of bed, Kevin grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. "You started it, don't think you can get away so easily." He whispers to you as he kisses you, pinning you under him.
You were most definitely going to be late for your meeting.
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE GRID'S REACTION
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about. the grid reacts to the news!
content warnings. some drivers are acting like assholes, some cursewords, 23!grid
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daniel ricciardo Guys
Guys wake up
IT'S IMPORTANT
lando norris ???
daniel it's 5am, why are you spamming rn
carlos sainz It's summer break, why can't you all shut up for once
daniel ricciardo Did no one see the news? Stark is coming to F1
carlos sainz To a race?
daniel ricciardo No you shithead, he's making a team
charles leclerc !!!!
lando norris at this point you'll never win monaco (because once stark joins, there no longer will BE monaco)
charles leclerc Fuck you, nowins
daniel ricciardo This is serious... Tony fucking Stark wants to create an F1 team for the next season. @/max verstappen your winning streak will be over
charles leclerc Next season??? I thought for 26?
lewis hamilton Of course he would do that
charles leclerc Lewis, explain??
daniel ricciardo Yeah Lewis, please explain?
lewis hamilton Did any of you ever meet Tony? He will probably see the next season as test for the 2026 season. To train his mechanics and engineers and go all out. I bet many are saying it's a waste of money
carlos sainz It is a waste of money.
daniel ricciardo Yeah, they do. Reactions vary but 'experts' are saying that Tony is just wasting his time and should properly prepare for 26
lewis hamilton Knowing him, he already has a fully built car for 2026 and it's a beast.
fernando alonso Only the best for his daughter!
charles leclerc What.
lando norris wdym his daughter??
george russell Why are you all awake at this bloody hour?
kevin magnussen Read the room. Everyone is in schock.
sergio perez Stupid. She will fail like every woman in motorsport with a rich father. Too dramatic.
lando norris i'm still confused???
oscar piastri Tony Stark has three children. Harley Keener-Stark, Y/n L/n-Stark, Peter Parker-Stark. Y/n is his only biological child and currently racing in Formula 3. She won Formula 4 last year.
charles leclerc I thought he only had sons?? When did Y/n appear?
oscar piastri She 'appeared' the first time in January this year as Tony's daughter, no one knew before.
lando norris how did you know?
oscar piastri Google exists.
carlos sainz So daddy's money... great.
max verstappen I swear to god I will leave this chat the next time you all decide to fucking gossip at 6am like old women
daniel ricciardo It's important news!
max verstappen No it's not. Stark will be in F1 for a few years maximum and then leave again. It will pass
daniel ricciardo @/lewis hamilton you here? Don't you have anything else to add??
Fine, I'll guess I just ask the rest of the grid, you fucking bore.
daniel ricciardo @/everyone wakey wakey, it's time to wake up and talk!
mick schumacher Daniel? What's up?
george russell Ignore him. He has been annoying us because Tony Stark is coming to F1 and no one really cares.
charles leclerc Lies and slander! I care!!
lando norris yeah! me as well, idk what you're yapping abt
carlos sainz It's bullshit.
arthur leclerc Why do I have a bad feeling about Monaco...
ollie bearman THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING
bianca bustamante It will be something for sure
lance stroll Well, I'm just happy to see another friendly face at the paddock :)
carlos sainz Of course you know Stark.
lance stroll You're just jealous
esteban ocon As am I??? I'm your best friend AND MY BEST FRIEND HAS THE POTENTIAL OF KNOWING SPIDER-MAN???? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???????
daniel ricciardo I want everyone who knows anything related to Stark to immediately share with us because Lewis is ignoring me and I need to know. The only info we have right now, is that Stark will make a F1 team and that's it. I refuse to believe that's it. So, @/mick schumacher @/lance stroll spill the beans.
mick schumacher He didn't say anything last time I saw him, so I can't help you much.
lance stroll I know nothing, ask my dad.
daniel ricciardo I don't believe you.
pato o'ward If they say they don't know anything, then they don't? I don't know what's the problem, just wait for the next press release
max verstappen Do you even know Daniel. He's unable to wait for gossip. And he classifies this as gossip
daniel ricciardo Gee, thanks, feeling the love here
nico hülkenberg I wake up to 100+ notifications, why are you all like this?
kevin magnussen They're all idiots.
kevin magnussen @/tony stark could you please speed up with the press release? Daniel is setting all grid chats on fire and it's not funny anymore.
y/n stark ha, weak ass bitch
kevin magnussen Watch your mouth missy
tony stark Should I tag Seb in a Tweet to announce it?
peter stark do it
y/n stark do it
harley stark do it
pepper potts-stark Don't do it. We will proceed with the plan. No matter how annoying the people in your private life are.
kevin magnussen Yes, ma'am, sorry for asking.
sebastian vettel I deserve more than a Tweet at 10am.
y/n stark speak your truth king
peter stark sorry for suggesting otherwise (@/yn stark stop being such an attention seeker, we all know seb loves charles the most)
y/n stark but charles is not here rn is he?
daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!
carlos sainz What is going on now...
charles leclerc KMAG FOR STARK???? I didn't put this on my bingo card, now I lost 100 bucks. Fuck you Kevin
arthur leclerc Pay up bitch
oscar piastri Well done, man
nico hülkenberg And so he leaves he burning, ever sinking ship... the true hero- sorry, I meant coward
daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen I KNOW YOU'RE ONLINE YOU COWARD, COME HERE
I just want to talk to you
kevin magnussen No.
*kevin magnussen has left the chat*
fernando alonso There is your answer
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Babysitting
This is my first fanfiction ever posted. I don’t know how well this is written, but I’ll put it out here. Hope you have a great day!
Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x Reader
Warnings: None, I think. One (possibly wrong) Danish word
Skat = Darling/Sweetie
I walk into the Haas garage to see Kevin talking to an engineer with his daughter asleep on his hip. I admire their cuteness together before walking over and pulling Kevin for media. He had an interview to do before the race today.
“Hey, Y/N,” Kevin says as he turns from his engineer to me.
“Hi,” I respond, “You are needed for an interview and then you should be free until pre-race festivities. I think there would be about an hour from interview end to pre-race attendance.”
“Ok, Umm... I have a huge favor to ask...” he starts before shifting his stance and continuing, “I don’t have a babysitter for Laura right now. The one that was supposed to be here is sick. Do you think you could watch her? I’m sorry this is late and I know-”
“Sure,” I cut him off, “I would love to.”
He lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank you so much.”
He wakes Laura up a bit, notifying her that I’ll be with her before handing the half-asleep child to me. Once she gets comfortable, she falls back asleep and we start off to the media pen.
I sit off to the side with Laura in my lap, going over the media schedule for after the race. As Kevin is finishing up, Laura starts to wake up and tugs at my shirt. I look down and figure out that she is asking for food. I pick her up and start to walk towards the Haas garage after gesturing to Kevin, so that he knows where we are going.
I continue towards Kevin’s driver room, since that is where I saw Laura’s bag last. I sit her down in one of the chairs and sift through the bag. I pull out the container of food and start to feed Laura as Kevin enters.
~Kevin’s POV~
I stand in the door frame and watch Y/N interact and feed Laura. Seeing her like this, I so want to tell her how I feel. She looked so natural with Laura and would be a great-.
Y/N interrupted my thoughts by saying, “Sorry we left. She said she was hungry.” She turns back to Laura and laughs before continuing, “And I couldn’t say no to the princess.”
I swear I could have melted. A couple of minutes goes by, after we clean up Laura and neaten her bag, before i get called to the car by my engineers.
“Ugh, I should still have 15 minutes. Ok, I’ll see you after the race, skat. Be good for Y/N” and I kiss the top of my daughter’s head. I then say good bye to Y/N and head out the door.
~Y/N’s POV~
I watch as Kevin leaves the room before turning back to Laura. We start playing together to pass the time before, about an hour later, grabbing her and her headphones to view the race in the garage.
I try to help Kevin as much as possible with Laura. Usually, he hires a babysitter, but he knows that I will always help if he needs it.
I sit down with Laura on my lap in a quieter section of the garage. In front of us is a TV trained on Kevin’s Haas to watch.
~Skip Race~
Laura and I, along with the Haas garage, cheer as Kevin crosses the finish line in 2nd place. It was Haas’ first podium of the season, and the only car in front of Kevin’s was Max Verstappen’s Red Bull.
The garage went out to congratulate him and we, Laura and I, stood off to the side to wait our turn. He walks over to us and, once his helmet and balaclava are off, peppers Laura’s face with kisses to make her laugh.
When he’s done, he says to me, “Once the podium is done, I’ll meet you for my interviews schedule. Then I have something to tell you.”
“Okay,” I answer back before Kevin starts to walk away.
~Kevin’s POV~
I walk away after seeing Y/N talking to Laura, even though she had her headphones on and couldn’t really hear.
As I walked over, I felt giddy and knew that I wanted to experience this after every race. I was going to tell Y/N today and not back down again.
~Y/N’s POV~
We all cheer during the podium celebration and I give Laura a candy to keep her a bit occupied. As the celebrations finished, and we were walking back to the garage, Laura starts to fall asleep on my shoulder. All of the festivities and celebrations must have tired her out.
Kevin walks in a couple of minutes later, after changing, and I explain the basic post-race schedule
As we start towards the media, he takes Laura from me and says, “I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble. Again, thank you and sorry for such a short notice.”
“Oh, no worries,” I respond as we reach the tent, “She was an angel. I’d be happy to babysit whenever needed.”
With that, we reach the first interviewer and start to make our rounds.
~Skip Rest of Interviews~
We walk back to Kevin’s driver room and, as he puts a sleeping Laura on one of the comfy chairs to rest, I ask, “What did you want to tell me? From earlier?”
“Ok, so...” he takes a deep breath before going, “I understand if you say no... Honestly, I don’t know why you’d say yes, but anyway... Seeing you with Laura today, it felt like something just clicked... so, to get to the point. Would you go out with me? Like for dinner? I mean you don’t have to and-.”
“Yes”
“What?”
“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” I walk up to him, give him a kiss on the cheek, and start walking out. “Text me the details later.”
Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed it!
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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt1}
Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved.
Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader
Warnings: talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of a one night stand, mentions of cheating, mentions of abortion
Word count: 1.2k
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Part 1 of the Mamma Mia series
“Still not feeling well?” George asks you when he spots you dropping slices of ginger into your mug. You shake your head, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea.
“Had too much to drink again?” he jokes.
“No, God I wish it was just a hangover… Just- Just the consequences of my own actions,” you tip-toe around the subject as you pour the hot water into your mug. You feel George’s eyes on you, can almost hear the gears turning as he tries to figure out what you mean.
“So not a bug or food poisoning, not hungover… Are you-..”
“Yes,” you cut him off, not wanting anyone to hear, “Yes, I am and- and it is what it is.” You feel your shoulders tense up and you will yourself to relax.
“Does Kevin know?”
You shake your head, shame settling heavy in your chest at the mention of your on-and-off-again boyfriend, “No, and I don’t see why he should because I am not keeping it.” Before George can say anything else you leave the coffee station in the motorhome to find solace in your office, praying to whoever will listen that this doesn’t get out.
Your hope is short lived when there’s a knock on your door.
“Come in,” you call out, eyes glued to the screens in front of you.
“Hey,” a voice calls from the doorway and you freeze when you realise who it is.
“H-hey,” you reply, trying your hardest not to turn around.
“Can you please look at me?” You bite your lip and swivel round, pushing your computer glasses up into your hair. Looking up your eyes meet his’.
“Hey,” Lewis says again, a warmth to his eyes you’re having trouble placing.
“Hi,” you manage to utter, voice timid. You know you would’ve eventually have to see him again, working for the same team kind of made it impossible not to, even though both of you had decided to never speak of that night again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis asks, breaking through the fog of thoughts and memories.
“Tell you what?” You can feel your brows pull together in confusion.
“That you’re pregnant.”
The moment those words leave his mouth, you feel as if someone has pulled the rug from under you.
“Who told you?” you manage to utter as panic rises in your throat.
“George. I overheard him telling Lando and Alex before the press conference.”
“Oh no,” you groan, burying your head in your hands. You can only imagine the gifs and memes that are floating around on social media right now.
“I take it he wasn’t making it up? Come on, talk to me, My,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you. The nickname helps you feel a little more at ease, it having followed you for most of your career ever since you told one of the reporters off for making a sexist comment when you were at RedBull, Mika Häkkinen overhearing you.
“Yes, I am pregnant,” you whisper, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is because-.. I don’t-.. Lewis, I fucked up so bad. I don’t know who the father is.”
The two of you look at one another and you know he is thinking the same as you –the night neither of you regret but promised to never speak about.
“So there’s a chance I’m-..”
You nod, biting your cheek to stop the tears from falling. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not keeping it, I can’t Lewis.”
“Wait, hold on. Does Kev know?”
You shake your head. Confusion is written all over his face.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t look him in the eye and tell him I cheated. Twice. In the span of 48 hours.”
“Oh Jesus. Damn girl,” Lewis mutters.
“But it’s fine,” you tell him in an attempt to convince yourself and ignore the feeling of shame weighing on you like a ton of bricks, “I have an appointment booked for Tuesday. I’ll be fine.” You wipe your tears away and plaster on a fake smile as you put your glasses back on.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” you say, effectively shutting down the rest of this conversation. Just four more days, you tell yourself, you’ve got this, just four more days.
Trying your hardest to keep your head down –and avoid the men that participated in your predicament–, you make your way through the paddock, scrolling through the data on your iPad.
“Skat?” someone calls out to you from your left. There’s only one person you know who would call you that and right now he is the last person you want to see.
“Oh, hi Kev,” you offer meekly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asks you as he comes to stand in front of you. An unnerving sense of deja vu climbs its way up your spine.
“Didn’t tell you what?” you ask in return. Instead of answering you, Kevin holds up his phone, showing you the still paired Google calendar.
Tuesday 5 September
9:30
BPAS
“Kev-..”
“No, tell me why you didn’t tell me and I had to find out through Google. An abortion provider, really?”
“Lower your voice will you?” you hiss, his tone rubbing you the wrong way.
“Since when do I not have a right to know you’re pregnant with my child?” Kevin ignores your request and barges on, demanding an answer.
“Everything alright here?” The Australian accent makes you want to cry. Of course it’s just your luck that he is also here.
“Doesn’t concern you, Webber,” Kevin tells the older man before turning back to you, “Why did you keep this from me?”
“Kevin please-..”
“No! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant?”
You know you have two options here: you can either come up with some bullshit excuse or you tell him the truth, and neither of them seem particularly appealing right now.
“Because-..” you start, swallowing thickly, “Because I don’t know if you’re the father.” You feel both sets of eyes on you as you fight back the tears.
“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Mark asks you quietly, a hand on your arm.
“You know damn well what I mean. And I am not your sweetheart.”
You have to give Kevin credit, it only takes him two seconds to put one and one together before he’s swinging for the former F1 driver. Mark takes a step back, shielding you behind him at the same time.
“Okay,” you hear Nico say and when you peek around Mark’s broad back, you see the German driver holding Kevin back. You have no idea where he came from, but for once you’re grateful to see him. “Kev, we fock smash doors, not people.”
“Suck my balls,” Kevin seethes, struggling to break free.
“Kevin, unless you want to explain all of this to both Steiner and Netflix, please listen to Nico,” you say. Kevin freezes, seemingly becoming aware of his surroundings, and lowers his arm.
“We will talk tonight, okay? Pretty sure you have a meeting to get to and I need to see if Toto hasn’t fired me yet. Tonight,” you add when Kevin opens his mouth to reply, “Same goes for you Mark. I’ll text you.” And with that you leave them behind, head down as you walk back to the Mercedes motorhome.
And the plot thickens! Told you it was an unhinged idea 🙈
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