#Kevin 24

[mkjulian]

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[f1archives]

Valtteri Bottas speaking to Kevin Magnussen after the race - Abu Dhabi, 2024

[sylviabit-thehand]

Kevin is such a bitch lol I love him

[inezs-believable-stories]

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[eeriethacus]

I had to draw him..

[russellius]

TESTING 2024 : DAY 1 | © Peter Fox

[constelationprize]

So when Neil Josten wants to keep a binder full of news clippings and pictures as a shrine to Kevin Day in a way to hold on to a good but tainted memory of his childhood and a life he can never have, no one complains. But when I, Riko Moriyama-

[zoomguanyu]

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Lance’s “Unknown” is both hilarious and daunting

[bread-is-my-life]

Spooky month doodle requests from discord server!! :3 (ft. people's ocs)

If you have any art requests send them in my ask box or do it in reblogs :3

[kundayy]

👑𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝👑

[f1archives]

The 2024 drivers photo - Abu Dhabi, 2024

[97keanu]

Premise: It’s holiday break at the college, and Kevin Lomax is still working hard away at the library. You just so happen to be his good girl librarian that he’s been trying to get into bed for a while…

Tags/CW: college au, college!kevin lomax, younger!kevin lomax, good girl!reader, corruption kink, smut, p in v, oral f recieving, religious guilt mentions, angel x demon dynamics, Kevin is a sexy southern boy as always, reader is a nerdy bookworm that he’s been waiting to corrupt <3

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! This was a prompt from one of our secret Santa participants, I hope I did your idea justice @bloodydragam and that you enjoy the fic! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

His hands engulf every page he holds to the low light, his glasses concealing his dark eyes from you, the sound of wind whipping against the windows as they frost over from the storm. You’ve been noticing him around here, how he comes to the archives to study old case files nearly every night, and you patiently wait for him to be satisfied before locking up the library for the night. You didn’t have to. You could kick him out, tell him it’s past time that he got up and got back to his dorm room for the night, but you could never bring yourself to do such a thing. Watching him had become quite the past time for you, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar flutter and swoon in your chest when he walked by, sleeves rolled up so you can see his forearms flex as they carry back another box of files to replace with a new one. You blush at the thought of those arms around you.

You watch from the circulation desk, his jaw flexing and his unoccupied hand trying to keep his head upright despite his eyelids growing heavy, those long dark lashes of his softly closing and opening over and over. He seems particularly frustrated tonight, a grit in his teeth and a sigh in his chest, glasses off, eyes rubbed, reach for a new file, repeat.

His hand reaches over now, grabbing into the box to find that there are no more files to be had. Defeat only passes over him for a few seconds before he’s forcing his tired legs to bring him upright, so tall and handsome he looks as he walks over to you now, those muscular arms still flexing in that perfect way that drove you crazy. His shoes, a surprising feature of the mystery law student that’s been haunting your library for the past few moments, are snakeskin cowboy boots, shiny steel on the toe that clicks when he walks, letting you know that he’s ready to return yet another box.

“Here late again, Kevin?” You say gently pulling the box towards yourself over the counter, secretly anxious to be speaking to him at all. ”Isn’t everyone else off for holiday?”

He never fails to give you attention when you seek it. You would think that a man like him, so put together, so handsome, wouldn’t give a little mousy library aide such as yourself the time of day. It didn’t help that you were only here for a liberal arts degree, nothing as fancy or becoming as a defense attorney in training. Plus, he was so much older than you, almost finished with the program while you were barely starting your second of four years. And yet, when you look him in the eye, he looks back softly, a sly smile on his mouth as he speaks with that husky southern accent of his.

“Of course, darlin’, how else am I gonna be the best lawyer in the world if I don’t study up?” He’s leaning against the counter now, those dark eyes of his seeming to eat up every bit of blush that comes to your cheeks when he speaks to you.

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself tongue tied, playing with the cross on the chain of your necklace as a nervous habit instead. He takes in stride, never making you feel like you lack.

“Though, I suppose,” He says softly as a sigh, eyes wandering from yours down to where your hands nervously play above your chest. “It must be pretty late for you, and the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You look out the window as he says this, and watch as thick, fluffy flakes of snow fall, the street lights out there a flurry of wind and cold. You usually walk back to your dorm, but now you consider your options carefully.

“Will you have a problem getting home safe tonight?” He tilts his head, and for all the world you can’t come up with a socially acceptable lie.

“Um, I might,” You bite your lip, and look down, spreading your long skirt out on your lap to avoid those tempting eyes of his. “Perhaps I’ll stay here for the night…”

“My dorms just across the street,” Your eyes watch his lips as he speaks every syllable, and you know that you won’t be able to resist him if he says it. “I would hate to see you staying here all by yourself tonight…”

You blink, knowing better, knowing your parents sent you off to college to get an education and nothing else. No boys, no temptation, being a good Christian girl like you were always taught to be. But here he is, eyes taking in your body as his Christmas dinner, ready to devour you whole as soon as you give him the go.

“Wh-what are you saying, Kevin?” You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away to the window again, the desolate snow out there left untrodden for hours now.

“I’m saying, darlin’,” He leans in over the counter, his hand, his lovely, warm, gentle hand brushing against your jaw until he reaches your chin, tilting it so your eyes come back to him. “I’d like to take you home if that’s alright with you…”

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His mouth is on your neck, his breath hot, his skin smooth. His hair smells like pine and mahogany, cinnamon spice and bourbon cologne. His bed feels like a million miles from everything, a place you’re sunk into, unable to fight the tide of his bedsheets if you tried. You are completely at his mercy, every button he pops on your shirt another reminder of your inhibitions disappearing, another inch that he takes a mile with, his rough palms under your shirt now, grasping, prying, playing…

He eats up every one of your moans with kisses, taking so much enjoyment in the fact that he can do this to you, that he’s been planning this from the moment you gave him his first box of files, that shy smile and blush on your cheeks, such a good girl that he can pratically see your halo above your head when he speaks to you. God, he’s been waiting for this, he’s been waiting to take that halo down and set it on the night stand while he fucks you until all you can do is moan his name.

Kevin takes his time, takes each piece of your clothing, of you, off one by one, using his teeth to pull those lacy white panties off before he can finally get to what he’s been dreaming about. He splits your legs open, his mouth playing with you there until your back his arched, your hands in his slicked back hair, causing a mess there the way he causes a mess of you. You let his taste you as deeply and as long as he desires, and you try not to let the weight of the cross between your breasts cause too much guilt in all this pleasure you’re receiving.

His mouth tastes of you when he kisses you, when he kisses down your neck, when he takes that gold cross between his teeth and rips it off with one quick move.

“Let’s let God look away tonight, darlin’.” You swoon, you let him destroy you, let him corrupt you into something that will not go back into the same shape when he’s done.

You let him fill you up to the brim with his thick cock, give him every last shaking breath as you look into those deep eyes of his in the darkness, and you know that you’ve gone to far, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters right now is how good it feels when he bucks his hips into you just a little faster, just a little harder.

“Touch yourself, baby…” He whispers to you like a prayer. “You know how to do that? Can you do that for me, baby?”

You snake your hand between your legs, you’ve stolen yourself away like this before, when you were all alone in your little dorm room and thinking of him.

“That’s it, keep doing that, I want you to feel real good, okay?” He instructs softly.

You let yourself unravel, unwind with his cock between your legs and your hand desperately edging yourself closer and closer.

“Cum for me, darlin’…” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he gets deeper and deeper with this new angle. “I won’t cum until you’re done, promise…”

You feel yourself begin to fall over the edge, your legs shaking, your moans louder than you thought possible. Your tight little cunt clenches even tighter, making it so hard for him to keep his promise. He grits his teeth the same way he always does, holding himself back as best he can.

You call his name as you let go, cumming on his cock as he drills into you over and over, your ecstasy pounding through you in waves that you ride until the very end, his cock getting harder, until he follows you, bucking and filling you up with his warm wet seed.

By the time he collapses into you, you’re a mess of bedsheets and a girl come undone by someone who has no intentions of seeing you as anything but another conquest. But God…this feeling of him against your chest, the low light creating shadows that play on the wall as snow takes hold of the quiet world outside, then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it to be fucked by Kevin Lomax.

[justformula1]

Starting grid for the Grand Prix of Las Vegas

[andrew-03-minyard]

starting to become a sethkevin shipper bc can you imagine the enemies to lovers they'd have

not in the minyard josten rivalry but more normal like you get in sports romance books where they're in each other's faces on court CANON and always throwing criticisms about CANON and then somehow they start getting closer forced proximity trope, I love you and then one day they just walk into practice holding hands and everyone's like what the fuck

[queenlakiefer]

I’d love to meet Kiefer Sutherland one day but…

I know for a fact I’ll be a nervous wreck, shy, not knowing what to say and worried I’d breakdown and embarrass myself in front of him…curse my shy, overthinking and self conscious nature 😭

[becky-llynch]

Becky and baby Roux on wwe 24 episode special WrestleMania 38 {2/3}