#kimi raikkonen fluff

[aceyalonso]

playing with ice - KIMI RAIKKONEN

pairing : kimi raikkonen x wife!reader kinktober day 11 - temperature play

summary : y/n knew that marrying the so-called "iceman" of formula 1 certainly has its hot and cold times, especially when it's kimi using ice cubes in the bedroom

warnings/notes : swearing, smut, temperature play (ice cubes he puts it somewhere where the sun doesn't shine), reader is sensitive in this, nipple play, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), slightly mean kimi (he has his moments guys), praise kink, restraints (handcuffs), slight dacryphilia, begging, overstimulation

word count : 3.1k

a/n : bwoah

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Kimi entered the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached the bed where Y/n lay restrained by the handcuffs. The metal clinked softly as he set the bowl of ice cubes down on the nightstand.

"Are you ready?" Kimi asked with a smirk, his deep voice sending a shiver down Y/n's spine despite the warmth of the room.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She tested the restraints, the cold metal biting into her wrists as she tugged at them futilely. "I... I think so," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kimi chuckled, the sound low and dark. He picked up an ice cube between his fingers, admiring how the light caught the crystal-clear surface. "Let's see how much you can take," he murmured, before slowly trailing the ice cube down Y/n's neck, leaving a glistening path on her skin.

Y/n gasped as the cold ice cube glided over her sensitive skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. Kimi continued his torturously slow descent, tracing the ice along her collarbone and down between her breasts.

"P-please..." Y/n whimpered, unsure if she was begging him to stop or to continue. Her body was already responding to his touch, nipples hardening into stiff peaks.

Kimi smirked at her reaction, clearly enjoying the power he held over her in that moment. He circled a nipple with the ice, watching in fascination as it puckered even tighter.

"You like that, don't you?" he rumbled, his voice a deep purr. "Your body is so honest, even if your mouth tries to lie."

He popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before leaning down to capture Y/n's lips in a searing kiss. The cold ice mingled with the heat of his tongue as he plundered her mouth, swallowing her moans.

Kimi broke the kiss, pausing for a moment, considering his next move. His gaze lingered on Y/n's pert nipples, still glistening from the trail of the ice cube. With a wicked grin, he selected another cube from the bowl.

Slowly, teasingly, he dragged the ice over one hardened peak, circling it until Y/n was squirming against her restraints. Her breath came in short, needy gasps, her body arching as much as the handcuffs would allow.

"Kimi, please..." she whined, unsure what exactly she was begging for. The cold sensation was maddening, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

Chuckling darkly, Kimi leaned down and took the other nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. He suckled hard, grazing it with his teeth, before releasing it with a wet pop.

Y/n's chest heaved as Kimi released her nipple, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth. Her skin was flushed, a rosy hue spreading across her breasts and down her stomach.

Kimi sat back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He reached for another ice cube, holding it up to the light. "I wonder," he mused, his voice low and thoughtful, "how long it would take for you to break."

He trailed the ice down Y/n's sternum, over her belly button, and lower still. Y/n's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction, but Kimi avoided her most sensitive areas with a maddening precision.

"You're so responsive," he purred, circling her navel with the ice. "I can practically feel how wet you are just from this."

To emphasize his point, he dipped a finger between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. Y/n let out a desperate whine, tugging at the handcuffs until her wrists ached.

Y/n's pleas grew more urgent as Kimi teased her mercilessly, the ice leaving a glistening trail on her heated skin. "Please, Kimi," she gasped out, her hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. "I need more, I need..."

Her words were cut off by a sharp slap to her sensitive core, the stinging pain blossoming into a throbbing ache. Y/n yelped, her body jolting against the restraints.

"Patience," Kimi growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Begging won't get you what you want. In fact, it might just make me change my mind about letting you cum at all."

He punctuated his warning with another slap, this one harder than the last. Y/n cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. The pain was exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I'll be good, I promise. Just please, don't stop."

His eyes narrowed as he considered Y/n's desperate plea. He traced a finger along her jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Maybe," he mused, his voice a low rumble, "if you can stay perfectly still, I'll consider letting you cum."

Y/n's breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself motionless. Every fiber of her being ached to move, to seek more of Kimi's touch, but she knew the consequences of disobedience.

Kimi watched her struggle, a sadistic gleam in his eye. He reached for another ice cube, holding it just above her chest. "Don't move," he warned, his tone brooking no argument.

Slowly, torturously, he lowered the ice, letting it melt and drip onto Y/n's skin. The cold droplets trailed down her sternum, over her belly, and pooled in her navel. Y/n whimpered, her muscles quivering with the strain of keeping still.

Just as Y/n thought she might be able to maintain her composure, Kimi suddenly pressed the ice cube directly against her sensitive clit. The shock of the cold against her most intimate area caused Y/n to jolt violently, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"Ah!" she gasped, her hips bucking reflexively. The movement was small, but it was enough.

Kimi's eyes flashed with a mix of disappointment and dark amusement. He removed the ice cube, tossing it aside carelessly. "Too bad," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Looks like you've lost your chance to cum tonight."

Y/n's heart sank, despair washing over her. She had been so close, so desperate for release. Now, it seemed, that opportunity was gone forever.

"Please, Kimi," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to move. I'll do anything, just please let me cum."

Kimi stood up from the bed, looming over Y/n's restrained form. He reached for the key to the handcuffs, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Just as Y/n thought he was about to release her, Kimi paused. He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to consider her desperate pleas.

"You know," he mused, his voice dripping with false concern, "I might be willing to compromise. If you're really that desperate to cum, maybe we can work something out."

Y/n's heart leaped, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. She nodded eagerly, willing to do almost anything at this point. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Anything, just please..."

Kimi's eyes glinted with a sadistic gleam as he considered Y/n's desperate pleas. He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers. "I have a proposition for you," he purred, his breath hot against her skin. "If you want to cum so badly, I'll put an ice cube inside your pussy. Just to see how much you can really take."

Y/n's eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through her. The idea was both terrifying and thrilling, the thought of the cold ice against her most intimate parts sending a shiver down her spine.

"Do we have a deal?" Kimi asked, his voice a low rumble. "Put the ice inside, and I'll let you cum. Refuse, and you'll spend the rest of the night aching and unsatisfied."

Y/n swallowed hard, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew it would be intense, perhaps even painful, but the promise of release was too tempting to resist.

Y/n nodded eagerly, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

Kimi smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his features. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a rare display of affection. "Good girl," he murmured, before reaching for the key to the handcuffs.

The metal clinked as he unlocked the restraints, freeing Y/n from her bonds. She rubbed her wrists, the circulation returning to her numb fingers.

"Here," Kimi said, handing her a pillow. "I'm feeling sorry for you. You can hold onto this while I... experiment."

Y/n clutched the pillow to her chest, grateful for the small comfort. She watched as Kimi reached for the bowl of ice cubes, her breath catching in her throat as he selected a particularly large one.

Kimi knelt between Y/n's spread legs, the ice cube glinting in his hand. He looked up at her, his dark eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/n swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the pillow. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her body was tense, every muscle coiled with anticipation.

Kimi's gaze dropped to her exposed sex, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Remember," he purred, "if you want to cum, you have to put the whole thing inside."

With that, he leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Y/n whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily.

Slowly, teasingly, Kimi trailed the ice cube along her slit, the cold sensation sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her core. Y/n gasped, her head falling back against the pillow.

Y/n gasped as the ice made contact with her most intimate area, the cold sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. "F-fucking cold," she stammered, her teeth chattering slightly.

Kimi chuckled, a dark and wicked sound. He continued his torturous ministrations, circling her entrance with the ice, teasing her with the promise of penetration.

"That's it," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Just relax and let it happen."

Y/n tried to do as he said, but her body was tense, resisting the foreign intrusion. Kimi pressed a little harder, the ice beginning to slip inside her.

Y/n let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking involuntarily. The cold was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain rippling through her core.

"Kimi, please," she whimpered, unsure if she was begging him to stop or to continue. "I-I don't know if I can..."

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. "You already said yes," he reminded her, his voice firm. "You can't back out now, especially when you're doing so well."

Y/n bit her lip, her body trembling with the effort to relax. She knew he was right, but the intensity of the sensation was overwhelming.

"Just breathe," Kimi coaxed, his free hand coming up to rub soothing circles on her thigh. "Focus on the pleasure, not the cold."

Y/n tried to do as he said, taking deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. Slowly, gradually, she felt her body beginning to accept the intrusion.

Kimi watched her closely, gauging her reactions. When he was satisfied that she was ready, he began to push the ice cube deeper, his movements slow and deliberate.

Y/n let out a long, low moan as the cold filled her, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. It was intense, almost too much, but beneath the discomfort was a growing sense of pleasure, building with each passing second.

Kimi's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Y/n squirm and moan, the ice cube buried deep inside her. "See, you can take it so well," he purred, his voice a low rumble. "Such a good girl for me."

With his free hand, he began to stroke her sensitive folds, his fingers gliding easily through the slickness of her arousal. Y/n gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as he found her clit, circling the swollen nub with a maddening precision.

The combination of the cold ice and Kimi's skilled fingers was almost too much to bear. Y/n's head thrashed against the pillow, her body torn between the desire to escape the intensity and the need to chase the impending pleasure.

"Kimi, please," she whimpered, her voice high and needy. "I-I think I'm going to..."

Kimi grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. He pushed the ice cube as deep as it would go, the cold pressure against her inner walls sending Y/n over the edge.

As Y/n's orgasm crashed over her, Kimi continued to work his fingers, drawing out her pleasure. He could feel the ice cube melting inside her, the cold water mixing with her own arousal.

Her body shook and spasmed, her inner walls clenching around the ice and Kimi's fingers. She cried out, her voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

"That's it," Kimi growled, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants. "Cum for me, baby. Let go."

Y/n's nails dug into the pillow, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blanking out everything but the feeling of Kimi's touch and the cold, melting ice inside her.

As her orgasm began to subside, Kimi slowly withdrew his fingers, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watched as Y/n collapsed back against the bed, her chest heaving with exertion.

Kimi gazed down at Y/n, a mix of pride and affection in his eyes. "You did so well," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "You deserve to cum again."

With that, he lowered his head between her thighs, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Y/n gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm.

Kimi's tongue delved into her folds, lapping at the mixture of her arousal and the melted ice. The contrast of the cold and his warm mouth sent shivers down Y/n's spine, her hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

He worked her with a skillful precision, his tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her, teasing her with the promise of more. Y/n's hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him closer.

"Kimi, yes," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He continued his assault on Y/n's sensitive flesh, his tongue delving deep and swirling around her most intimate parts. Y/n's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Tears streamed down her face, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her. She was so sensitive, every touch, every lick sending shockwaves through her core.

"Kimi, it's so good," she sobbed, her voice broken and raw. "I can't take it, I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as Kimi redoubled his efforts, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open. Y/n's legs trembled, her muscles tensing as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm.

Y/n's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out, her voice a hoarse scream. "Kimi, I can't... I can't take anymore!"

But Kimi didn't relent, his tongue and lips working her through the intense waves of pleasure. Y/n's hands scrabbled at the sheets, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric for dear life.

Her legs shook uncontrollably, the muscles tensing and releasing as she rode out the aftershocks. Kimi held her steady, his strong hands keeping her open and exposed to his relentless ministrations.

Y/n's sobs mingled with her moans, the sounds spilling from her lips in a desperate symphony. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blanking out everything but the feeling of Kimi's mouth on her pussy.

As Y/n's body shook and convulsed, her orgasm bordering on too intense, Kimi finally relented. He pulled back, his mouth leaving her sensitive flesh with a wet pop.

Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Kimi cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

"Hey," Kimi murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "Stay with me, baby. I've got you."

Y/n blinked, her vision slowly clearing as she focused on Kimi's face. His dark eyes were filled with concern, his brow furrowed with worry.

She nodded weakly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms. Kimi's hands were gentle as they stroked her hair, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

"I'm here," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I've got you, and I'm not going anywhere."

Kimi held Y/n close, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to calm herself.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Just breathe, nice and slow. In and out, nice and easy."

Y/n nodded, trying to follow his instructions. She focused on Kimi's voice, using it as a guide to regulate her breathing. Gradually, her breaths evened out, the tremors in her body subsiding to a slight shiver.

Kimi continued to hold her, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. He pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, her jaw, offering her comfort and reassurance.

As Y/n's breathing returned to normal, Kimi pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching her face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Was I too much?"

She shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "No, it felt good," she assured him, her voice still slightly breathless. "I just didn't anticipate how... stimulating it would be."

Kimi's expression softened, a hint of pride and satisfaction in his gaze. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "But next time, we'll take it a little slower. I don't want to overwhelm you."

Y/n nodded slowly, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. The intense orgasms, combined with the emotional rollercoaster of the evening, had left her feeling drained and sleepy.

He noticed her fatigue, his brow furrowing with concern. "You should rest," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You've been through a lot tonight."

She leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed. "Okay," she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. "I think I need to sleep."

Kimi helped her sit up, supporting her as she leaned against the headboard. He pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a gentle hand.

"Sleep well, my love," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll clean you up while you sleep."

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ADORE YOU ; KR7

kimi raikkonen x mclaren driver!reader

. . . your relationship with kimi was always civil, not too close like friends, but not too far apart like strangers. somehow you got stuck in a situation leaving both of you confronting your feelings for each other.

amgf still one of the best things i wrote, ever. this is my baby, the time i spent making the radio graphics was all worth it, i love this so much ughh

death of a bachelor ; masterlist

Getting called in for a private meeting with the team principal is always worrying. Usually you’re called for one of two reasons, either you’ve done exceptionally well or if you’ve fucked up. With how things are looking up, you’re clearly called in because you’ve fucked up and one of the sponsors has found something to complain about.

You were used to it, sadly. And despite his constant reassurance, you know Fernando doesn’t have that much power to help you. Paired with his recent win in the driver’s championship you kept your mouth shut from the pressure held on you.

The last thing you want is to take away the spotlight from him, it was his win after all. Despite the number of news outlets questioning his position, and the ambiguity of it all with you in the center of controversy.

All because of some harmless photos with Kimi, one that caught him off guard. Not because he was unknowingly involved, but with the fact that he only knew then just how many people loathe you in the industry who are constantly waiting for you to fuck up.

Breathing out, you shake off the million thoughts running in your head. There’s no use overthinking what has been done, standing in front of the team principal’s door you brace yourself for the worst that could happen.

Thinking to yourself that maybe this is the end of it all, that maybe they’ve finally succeeded in leaving you without a seat for the next season. The worst that could happen is Renault pulling out your contract early, and you were preparing for the worst.

The person out of your equation is Kimi Raikkonen himself- the first person your eyes landed upon entering the room. Looking around your eyes scan the room, your teammate nowhere to be found. It’s just you, Kimi, and your team principal.

“Good Morning.” You’re voice curt and short as you feel the dry scratch at the back of your throat. Sitting beside Kimi you lean towards him whispering, “What are you doing here? Did McLaren form a complaint?”

Next to you, Kimi shrugs his shoulders equally unaware. “I was called in when I arrived earlier, I thought you were the one with the complaint.”

Brows raised, you let out a small sigh in disagreement, “I don’t think I’m in a position to complain, you on the other hand, God knows what people are saying.”

You don’t notice the frown forming on Kimi’s face, his brows furrowed in annoyance, “How are you empathizing with me right now? God knows how much worse you’re having it, and here you are worrying about me. I don’t care what they say about me, as long as they don’t involve you in it.” Kimi scoffs, watching the corners of your lips curl into a small smile.

“You must hate being involved with me that much.” Teasing him, Kimi shakes his head with his eyes rolling back.

A cough breaks your attention away from Kimi, reminding you that you’re here for a serious meeting with your team principal. Turning your head you see him with a big smile on his face.

Huh.

“Do you know why I called you here?” His voice reverberates in the room, leaving your throat dry. Your eyes widen, gulping before attempting to answer.

“No, you don’t have to answer.”

Pressing your lips, you shrink down back in your seat feeling the drops of sweat press against your team shirt. Your eyes widen, avoiding contact, you prepare yourself with the worst anticipating the next words out of his mouth.

“It’s all going well in fact that I’ve decided myself to let you continue with what you two are doing.”

An audible gasp left your lips, “But there’s nothing, we aren’t doing anything,” quickly defending yourself from your team principal’s accusations.

Bewildered, a loud cackle escapes his lips leaving you and Kimi in confusion, “That’s even better. Honestly, you don’t have to date each other, just continue what you’re doing.”

Kimi shakes his head, “Doing what exactly?”

“Listen, all you need to do is be seen in public. Think of it as a fake secret relationship. Just like you said, if there’s nothing going on with you two then there is no need to confirm it. Just to keep the sponsorships happy, and free publicity for both teams.”

You share a look with Kimi, gauging from his reaction he doesn’t seem to mind. Then again it’s not like anything is happening between you two, it’s like hitting multiple birds in one stone. You can keep being friends with Kimi, you keep your seat, and you keep the sponsors happy with the advertisement.

Clearing his throat, Kimi speaks up first, “You know if you don’t want to-”

“I don’t mind.” Giving him a small smile, you assure him of your consent, “I’d rather it be you than someone else, plus we get to hang out more often. Unless you don’t want to, then we don’t have to-”

“I’m okay if you’re okay with it.”

Clasping his hands your team principal is smiling over the moon, at least someone is happy with the situation,

“Well if you have no other questions, you’re free to leave Kimi.” Your team principal dismisses the Fin, leaving an uncomfortable taste in his mouth.

“Why? If you have something to say to Y/N you can say it to me as well. What are you going to scold her for? You should’ve been there to defend her against the comments, I won’t leave. Whatever you say to her, I will be here and listen.”

His sudden outburst caught you off guard, uncharacteristic for Kimi to go over his emotions like that. Though his outbursts are short it’s usually directed out of frustration, but this was out of nowhere. Your eyes dart back and forth Kimi and your team principal with conflicted feelings.

While you feel proud that Kimi defended you, on the other hand you grimace at the sight of your team principal, still and speechless.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to wait for Y/N outside but Fernando is coming along in a while- we’re having a team meeting for the next season.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll guide Kimi on the way out, you know in case he reads any of our world winning strategies.” Standing up swiftly, you pull Kimi’s arm, dragging him away from the office and out to the paddock.

It wasn’t until then you realized the awkward silence looming between you two. Looking up to his eyes, you stare at his blue ones, getting lost into the deep hues akin to a storm. In the silence, a mutual understanding was built.

And unbeknownst to you, it was the beginning of a deeper relationship with Kimi.

You were on your way to Maranello when the announcement of your transfer was released. Sinking in your seat you close your phone, thankful to be on a plane avoiding the constant ping and ringing of your phone.

It was a short-lived moment of relaxation, not long after the seat beside yours was occupied. Observing the person, your eyes squint at the sight of a familiar face.

"Kimi? I didn't know you were on your way to Italy as well."

Turning around, Kimi blinked slowly taking in your presence. "Was staying with me that bad that you need a different vacation?"

Scoffing at him, you shift in your seat facing his, "As much as I want more time for vacations unfortunately I'm going to Italy for work."

Kimi tilts his head, "Didn't know Renault moved to Italy. Are you going over factories?"

You still yourself, contemplating telling him the truth or getting away with a little lie. Not in the mood for conversation, you chose the latter.

"Something like that. They want me to check something personally. My manager arranged it for me so, I really don't have a say."

Kimi nods again leaving you to do your own things, something that you appreciate when you're with him. There's no need for small talk, it's always comfortable silence.

A few people you feel comfortable being with for long periods of time, it's either him or your teammate Alonso. Contrary to popular belief, there's no "feud" between the three of you– more on the two of them, you were somehow stuck in between their "rivalry" and just how the company milked the media for more coverage.

Truthfully faking a secret relationship with Kimi was one of the easiest things you had to do last year, purposefully being seen hanging out, going on "dates" and vacationing together without having to confirm anything, you were winning.

And the end of it all with you getting a seat with Ferrari. It was a whirlwind of emotions, not just for you but for your teammate Alonso who was poached to McLaren.

A secret you had to keep from Kimi while vacationing together. You did carry a smidge of guilt hiding him from his new teammate, but vacation meant time away from work and racing. And one thing you learned about Kimi is that he hates race talk at the dinner table.

You sit in silence catching the last hours of sleep. By the time you wake up, the plane has already landed. You feel the seatbelt around your waist, scouring the area you look for Kimi.

"You were asleep the whole flight, I put on your seatbelt for you." You blink your eyes, in an attempt to keep yourself awake.

"When did we land?" Your voice is croaky and dry, you squirm in your seat yawning and stretching.

A small smile can be seen from Kimi's face as he hands you bottled water. "We just landed, you want to go now or wait for a little while?"

A small pout forms your face as you unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing the bottled water from his hands you take small sips feeling more awake by the minute.

"I want to go now, I want to change clothes before going to the factory." Grabbing you things you stand up leaving the plane with Kimi beside you.

"Is someone picking you up or do you want me to drive you to your hotel?" Kimi offers, putting his bags at the trunk of a Ferrari 599. The way his arms flex, as he pushes his weight, leaning upon the frame of the trunk.

You shake your head off your thoughts, "You don't have to, someone is picking me up. I guess I'll see you around then." Frankly, you booked a one-way ticket to Emilia-Romagna as soon as your break with Kimi was over.

Spending your vacation with Kimi was one of the best things you've done, but the longer you stayed inside the bubble that is Kimi Raikkonen, the more you realized your conflicting feelings towards him.

And that is something you're not prepared to confront yet.

Nonetheless it seems as though the universe has a way of bringing you together— it comes in the form of sitting beside each other on the plane ride, and now seeing him through the glass window in Ferrari's headquarters.

[its-avalon-08]

Hi!!!!! Can I request Kimi Raikkonen x mexican reader? Something fluffy, Checo being the third wheel, and the line "excuse me, she asked for no pickles"

mi vida (kr7)

you fumbled with the clasp of the tiny silver hummingbird earrings, frustration wrinkling your brow. "ugh, these things are tiny!"

a gentle hand brushed past your shoulder, cool against your heated skin. kimi, ever the silent hero, materialized beside you, the earrings nestled between his thumb and forefinger.

"here," he murmured, his voice low like the rumble of an engine idling.

he slipped the earrings in with practiced ease, his touch sending a jolt through you. you met his gaze in the mirror, his blue eyes swimming with a warmth you rarely saw.

"thank you, mi vida," you said impulsively, as you adjusted your hair.

the endearment hung in the air, a sweet surprise. kimi's cheeks, usually stoic, flushed a brilliant scarlet. he mumbled something inaudible and then, to your surprise, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

you giggled, the sound tinkling like wind chimes. "kimi?" you teased, unable to resist.

he mumbled something about being "too old for this sweetness" that only made you laugh harder. you wrapped your arms around his waist, reveling in the unexpected display of shyness. "you can't say such cute things to me, i have a iceman image to keep up" he mumbled.

"you're adorable," you whispered, feeling his heart beat a steady rhythm against your cheek.

he finally lifted his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "just making sure you're all set for our date," he said, his voice gruff but his eyes sparkling.

"ready as I'll ever be," you replied, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. "thank you for everything, kimi."

his smile was genuine this time, the blush fading but the warmth in his eyes remaining. "let's go see if checo survived setting reservations."

the night stretched before you, promising laughter, good food, and maybe, just maybe, a stolen kiss or two under the twinkling city lights.

you bounced into the restaurant booth, a flurry of sunshine and laughter, practically collapsing onto the plush seat next to kimi. checo, ever the charmer, held your chair out with a wink.

"such a lady," he teased, his grin catching as kimi's lips curved into a faint smile. you swatted checo's arm playfully, the butterflies in your stomach erupting into a full-fledged swarm whenever kimi's amusement was directed at you.

the three of you had been inseparable since the monaco grand prix. checo, always the life of the party, had taken it upon himself to be your personal wingman, navigating the often-daunting world of f1 for you. it was through him that you met kimi, the enigmatic iceman who surprised everyone, including himself, by completely falling for your bubbly personality.

the menu arrived, and you scanned it with wide eyes. "ooh, the enchiladas verdes sound amazing! could i have it without pickles please?"

the waiter, a young man with an overly enthusiastic smile, scribbled down your order. "enchiladas verdes, coming right up!"

as it arrived, your eyes spotted pickles and frowned. due to your intense people pleasing attitude towards wait staff, you stayed silent.

"actually," kimi's voice, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, cut through the air. "she'd like it without pickles."

you flushed, a silent apology forming on your lips. you hated being a bother, and correcting the order felt like a monumental task. kimi must have noticed the flicker of worry in your eyes because he reached for your hand, his touch sending a spark through you.

"no worries, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "i got it."

the waiter blinked, surprised by the interruption but quickly amending your order. "certainly, sir. enchiladas verdes, no pickles."

as the waiter disappeared, checo nudged kimi with his elbow, a playful glint in his eyes. "smooth move, iceman. you're getting good at this whole boyfriend thing."

kimi grunted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. he squeezed your hand gently. "just looking after my girl."

the enchiladas arrived, a vibrant green masterpiece that looked far too good to eat (almost). you took a tentative bite, your eyes widening in delight. "these are incredible!"

the rest of the meal was filled with laughter and conversation. checo, ever the entertainer, regaled you with stories from the paddock, his impersonations of the other drivers leaving you in stitches. kimi listened patiently, occasionally adding a dry comment that sent you both into fresh fits of laughter.

as you stepped out of the restaurant, the warm bengaluru night air enveloping you, you turned to kimi, your heart overflowing with gratitude. "thank you for earlier," you whispered, squeezing his hand.

he stopped, his gaze holding yours. "anything for you," he replied, his voice husky. he leaned in, and under the soft glow of the streetlights, brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was as sweet and unexpected as the sunshine after a sudden downpour.

in the distance, you heard checo whistle, a low, appreciative sound. "alright, alright, you two lovebirds! let's get some gelato. my treat, for surviving kimi's terrible flirting skills."

you laughed, the sound echoing through the night, a melody of pure joy. with kimi by your side, and a mischievous checo in tow, the night stretched before you, full of laughter, stolen kisses, and the promise of something wonderful

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𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥

(request) Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Reader Kimi only allowed one person to truly know him. You.

Warnings: a bit of cussing, poorly google translated Finnish, and extremely brief research of cities in Finland. Briefly edited.

Kimi famously never allowed his emotions to be on open display for the people around him. He never let people see behind his frosty facade. He never let people get close enough for them to figure him out. He always kept everyone at a distance so there was no possible way for anyone to truly know the type of man he was. Excluding his parents, there was only one exception to all of it.  

You. 

Kimi never intended to bump into anyone on his break between seasons. He had chosen Pori specifically because he knew that no one he worked with knew enough about Finland to know where Pori was. None of his colleagues knew that Pori was roughly a 3 hour drive north west of his home town. With a population of 83 thousand compared to Espoo’s 310 thousand, it wasn’t an extremely well known place. 

Kimi supposed he shouldn’t’ve been so surprised when he bumped into you, causing your coffee to spill everywhere. But he couldn’t help it. He never would’ve expected to literally bump into someone he worked with. 

“Katsu se!” You exclaimed. Too busy trying to wipe off the spilt coffee before it could stain your coat too badly. [Watch it!]

“L/n?” 

Of course you knew who it was, how could you not? It wasn’t like you spent a majority of the year around him, battling it out every weekend for top spot on the podium. 

“What Räikkönen? Didn’t expect to see me over break?” You finally looked up and made eye contact with the Finn. 

“Why are you in Finland?” 

“Am I not allowed to go home during winter break?” This had stunned Kimi more than bumping into you. 

“Home?” 

Your annoyance had disappeared a while ago, the whole situation was too amusing for you to be truly annoyed. “Räikkönen, just because I race under a different flag doesn’t mean I’m not associated with another country. I was born in Pori, spent 14 years here before moving overseas.” 

After that the rest was history. You ended up spending more and more of your winter break around Kimi. So much time that the Finn found himself opening up more and more around you. At first he had been the same cold, closed off Kimi that you were used to, but soon enough his metaphorical ice walls began to melt around you. He learnt that your mother had been born in Finland and had met your father while on holiday. You told him that your father had moved to Finland to be with your mother and that you always spent winter break in Pori. You travelled so much for the rest of the year you found there was no point travelling between seasons. 

Throughout your time together, Kimi found himself telling you things he had only ever told his parents. He told you how he had wanted to eventually settle down and start a family. He told you that he truly did believe that Formula 1 was a hobby, that it wasn’t just something he said for the cameras. He told you that sometimes, in the privacy of his own home, he often thought about his imaginary daughters running around and filling his house with giggles and bright smiles. 

Eventually, the winter break would come to an end, and you would both have to go back to the rush of racing every weekend. About a week before preseason testing, you had been hanging out with Kimi in your living room. Talking about everything you had done so far in your careers. Kimi had smiled when you started to laugh at the story he had just finished telling. 

Watching you laugh at something he said had him feeling almost giddy with nerves. He had never felt this way with a woman before. Not one to let an opportunity slip by, he spoke up softly. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Kimi?” You responded, trying your best to calm down from laughing.

“Let me take you on a date.” 

“Kimi- what?” 

“I want to take you on a date. These last months have let me understand that everything I want in life, I want them to be with you.” He said. Taking your hand in his, he spoke with a sincerity you had never seen or heard in a man before. “Let me take you on a date and show you.” 

Your free hand had covered your mouth as he spoke. A month ago, when you realised what your own feelings for him were, you had become determined to never mention them. There was no way The Iceman of all people would feel the same about you. Yet here he was. Sitting on your couch and asking you to go on a date with him. 

“Yes.” 

Kimi gave you a smile that had become less and less rare the more you spent time with him. 

“Thank you.” 

It had been three years since then. In that time you had gone on dates in every country you had travelled to. You both celebrated every win and comforted every loss. Two years into dating, Kimi had asked you to move in and marry him and during the mid-year break, surrounded by both your immediate families, you had become Y/n Räikkönen. Kimi hadn’t cared about telling the other drivers or the media, and you had agreed saying that it would be far funnier if they found out on their own. So nothing had changed in your public routines. In your head you thought the funniest part of it all would be that no one on the grid knew you had even started dating each other. 

Neither of you had gone out of your way to avoid the other, in fact the other drivers often saw you both hanging around each other. Nobody had any inkling that You and Kimi were together as more than friends. Many gossip sources chalked it up to the two “outcasts” of the grid hanging out and left it at that. So it was a surprise to everyone when some fans had pointed out on social media that your signature had changed from your race number and maiden name to Räikkönen. 

Jensen and Fernando, being constantly online, had dragged Sebastian to immediately start searching for the Finn. What they had found was more surprising than your change of signature. Opening the door to Kimi’s drivers room, the three of them saw you sitting on the couch with Kimi lounging on your lap, asleep. You had one hand running through his hair as he slept while the other was scrolling on your phone. Looking up as the door opened, you smiled when you saw who it was. 

“Hello boys. Anything I can help you with?” You asked. Fernando was too shocked to say anything and Jensen had just started stuttering out incoherent sounds, so it was up to Sebastian. 

“There are fans saying that your signature has changed.” 

You huffed a gentle laugh, trying not to disturb your husband from his rest. “That’s because it has.” 

“But why?” Jensen had managed to get his English under control enough to start actually speaking. 

“Why’d you think it would change Jense?” You were having too much fun with this. 

“But you have never shown any interest in Kimi. And Kimi doesn’t show interest in anything, so when?” It was Fernando’s turn to get over his shock. “How long have you been married? Why did we not know?” 

By now Kimi was definitely awake, though he made no show of it. You could feel Kimi’s hand that was resting between you and the couch back start to gently stroke your thigh. You knew he was also amused. 

“I wasn’t aware I needed to tell you who I was interested in. If I’d known I would’ve told you three years ago.” 

“Three years!?” The three of them cried. 

Eyes still closed, Kimi mumbled to you. “Käske heitä naimaan. Nukun.” [Tell them to fuck off. I’m sleeping.]

“Luulen, että olet levännyt tarpeeksi, rakkaani.” You replied laughing. All Kimi did was groan. [I think you’ve rested enough, my love.] 

“If you wake up properly, I’ll give you a kiss.” 

Opening his eyes, Kimi briefly glanced at the three flabbergasted men still in his driver's room, before looking directly at you. “Teet kovaa kauppaa, vaimo.” [You drive a hard bargain, wife.] 

He sat up nonetheless and moved so you could place your legs over his lap. He looked at the others and spoke. “What else did you want to blubber about?” 

 Kimi was aware that he had a resting bitch face, and most times he didn’t mean to glare at people, but the three men in front of you had clearly been terrified of what Kimi might do if they stayed, so they quickly made their way out of the room. 

“I told you they would find out from the fans.” You laughed. A smile broke out on Kimi’s face. 

“I really thought they were smart enough to figure it out themselves.” 

“Sebastian I could understand, but we’re talking about Jensen and Fernando here, my love. They were never going to figure it out on their own.” 

“That’s true.” Kimi shifted you closer to him, so that you were sitting on his lap facing him. “I believe I was promised a kiss, Wife.” 

“How could I ever deny you, Husband?” You whispered, leaning in close and gently placing your lips to his. His hand moved to the back of your neck to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. Both of you aware of the three drivers that had yet to move from the other side of Kimi’s door. 

It wasn’t your fault if they saw something they shouldn’t’ve.

Okay, time got away from me for a bit but here it is!

I hope you all enjoyed!

Likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[the-offside-rule]

Kimi Raikkonen (Lotus Era) - Melting the Iceman

Requested: yes

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

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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LITTLE PILOT // Kimi Raikkonen

Kimi Raikkonen x wife!Reader

NOTA DEL AUTOR: mucho más corto que los demás, pero tenía ganas de escribir algo esponjoso sobre Kimi y aquí está.

(El inglés no es mi primer idioma, lo siento si hay errores de ortografía, las críticas constructivas son bienvenidas).

You met Kimi in 2014 during a trip you took to visit friends and family in Finland.

You had arranged to meet your group of friends that you both had in common for a drink, when to your surprise he was there too. You knew who he was, you had heard about him hundreds of times, both on television and from your friends, but you had never met him in the same place before.

And that day, more to your luck than your misfortune, the only place left was next to him, so you had no choice but to sit next to him and try to engage him in conversation.

To your surprise, you hit it off quite well from the very first moment, and he wasn't the ice man he was portrayed to be on social media and TV.

Just three days after that meeting, you received a message from a number you hadn't added inviting you to go to his house, a number that a couple of messages later you discovered belonged to Kimi, and you decided to accept his invitation, since at that moment you had nothing to lose, and if it went wrong at least you would have the anecdote.

But after many meetings and many messages shared even late at night when you should be sleeping, you decided to make your relationship official.

And now, 10 years and many experiences later, you were at the biggest karting track in Switzerland waiting for your eldest son, whom you had just a year after you made your relationship official, to make his karting debut.

Ever since your not-so-little boy was only 3 years old, it was clear to him that he wanted to be like daddy and become a professional racing driver when he grew up. So Kimi wasted no time, and when he was only 4 years old he gave him his first kart, which he had outgrown, but which you still kept in your house as a souvenir.

You were in one of the parenting zones waiting for your little one's race to start, when your now-husband's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

-Calm down, honey, he's well trained, nothing will happen to him.-

-I am calm-

-Your grip on my arm doesn't prove the same thing," he said mockingly.-

When he uttered those words you turned your gaze to where he had mentioned, realising that you were gripping his arm with much more force than normal, as your knuckles were completely white from the force you had been exerting.

-Sorry,- you said, removing your hand from his arm with flushed cheeks. -

-I don't want you to apologise for being excited about your son,- he said, putting his arm around your shoulders and then intertwining your hands, placing a kiss on yours,-Although it doesn't seem like it, I understand you, and I even think I'm more nervous than you are.-

You were about to answer him, when the sound of the engines starting up made you turn your gaze towards the track, or rather towards a certain kart bearing the number 91.

The qualifying laps had started with your son in ninth position, but as the laps progressed he was overtaking his rivals as naturally as if it was something he did every day. He had certainly inherited his father's natural talent, both on and off the track.

The qualifying laps were over, and the race was about to start with your son in fourth position, and although he wasn't in the best position, he had a good chance of making it onto the podium, and you knew that if he worked hard, with his talent and dedication, he could do it.

The race started with your son moving up a position at the start corner, bringing a couple of tears to your eyes at his determination.

The race went on for most of the time with the first three positions the same, when in one corner the boy in front of your son made a mistake, which your son took advantage of to move into second place, a position in which he finished the race.

You wiped away the tears that had sprung to your eyes with the back of your hand as you watched your little one step onto the podium and receive his trophy.

-We are proud of you,- you said, hugging your son as he came back to you.

-Your mother is right, we are proud of you little boy.  And we always will be no matter what you decide to do when you're older,- said your husband, joining you in your embrace.

-we love you little one-

-I love you too isät-

[sv5hive]

driver room naps | kr7

pairing: kimi raikkonen x fem!reader

content warning(s): none!

word count: 357

note: this is based on the 2018 japanese gp! very small drabble for the iceman 🫶🏻🫶🏻

masterlist!

the sound of the door clicking open stirred you from your accidental nap on the sofa of kimi's driver room. you preferred to keep out of the mechanic's (and camera's) way so you usually just watched from the motorhome. after the podium ceremony had finished, you went to kimi's room to wait for him while he went over the race. the debrief had overrun which left you fighting to keep your eyes open until kimi returned; unfortunately, that was a battle easily lost.

rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up and stretched to try and wake yourself up. if you were reading the clock right then it was already late evening and the paddock would be a ghost town by now.

"sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."

you trudged over to him before wrapping your arms around him in a bear hug.

"it's ok. you did a really good job."

you voice was muffled considering you had taken it upon yourself to bury your face into his neck but he could still understand what you were trying to get at. you did this every race and it never failed to make him smile no matter what his race result was.

"meh, it was ok."

his arms enveloped your body as he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. you lifted your head to give him a quick peck on the cheek and ruffled his hair.

"i saw what happened with verstappen. do you want me to go talk to him?"

both of you grinned at the idea of you giving max verstappen a piece of your mind after the incident he caused with kimi.

"no, no don't worry, rakas." (darling)

"if you say so, my love. but if you ever feel like it the offer is always there!"

"i'll be sure to keep that in mind. are you ready to go?"

even after the long nap you just had, he could see you needed a proper nights sleep in an actual bed to recover from the weekend. right on cue, a quiet yawn escaped your mouth.

"mhm."

"come on, it's late."

[sainzsiren]

messed up my last ask. for the driver blurb, could you do kimi raikkonen? you can pick the prompt if you would like.

prompt... going to hold hands in a stressful situation

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there were so many people. everywhere. asking for autographs, trying to push through, screaming his name. "kimi!" "kimi, over here!" "kimi, come sign this!" was all you had been hearing for the past half hour. it was starting to get too much for him. you could see it in the way he was standing and the way his eyes would dart around. after he had just signed a hat, you took his non-dominant hand into yours. he looked back at you with a look of love and gratitude. continuing on, he kept your hand in his as he slowly started to become comfortable with all the people. it would all be ok because your hand was in his.

[jungwnies]

careful, he's on fire | kimi räikkönen

୨ৎ : featuring : husband!kimi x wife!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : after a rough race, no one dares approach an absolutely fuming kimi räikkönen, no one except his wife. while the paddock walks on eggshells, she walks straight into the fire, and kimi melts the second he sees her.

୨ৎ : genre : romance ୨ৎ : word count : 423

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

the paddock was walking on eggshells.

you could feel the tension in the air the second you stepped past security — thick, blistering, coiled tight like a storm about to snap. no one had to tell you that kimi had a bad race. you could tell by the way people were whispering in corners and actively avoiding the alfa romeo motorhome like it was cursed.

“is she—?” a mechanic whispered as you passed, eyes wide.

“is that—?”

“oh god. someone stop her before she walks in there—”

a brave soul, maybe one of kimi’s engineers, jogged up beside you. “uhm, mrs. räikkönen—he’s not in the best mood. i just—maybe give him a little time? he’s kind of… you know. hot.”

you blinked. “hot?”

“like—like radiating anger. you might burn your eyebrows off.”

you smiled sweetly and kept walking.

because you knew better.

kimi was sitting in the back of the garage, fireproofs tied around his waist, hair damp with sweat, jaw clenched so tightly you were pretty sure it could snap steel. his race suit hung limp off his shoulders, and his eyes were locked on the floor like it had personally offended him.

no one dared speak. no one dared breathe.

until you stepped into view.

and everything shifted.

he looked up. you saw it in real time—his entire expression flickered, softened, shattered. his hands unclenched. his shoulders dropped. and then came the most shocking thing of all:

a grin.

“kulta?” he said, voice a low rasp, and it hit you right in the heart.

you didn’t hesitate. you walked right into his space, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and pressed your forehead to his.

“you okay?” you whispered.

he didn’t answer at first. just pulled you into his lap like it was second nature, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his face in your shoulder.

“i hated today,” he muttered against your skin.

“i know,” you murmured, fingers brushing through his hair.

“but i love this,” he added quietly. “you here.”

someone cleared their throat awkwardly behind you. then another voice, way too smug:

“well, look at that. the ice man does melt.”

you looked up to find sebastian vettel and fernando alonso grinning from a few feet away, arms crossed. valtteri was trying not to laugh. lando and charles were just wide-eyed.

“should we start bringing her to every race?” joked seb.

“she’s clearly the key to unlocking kimi 2.0,” lando added.

kimi just rolled his eyes and tugged you closer.

“you’re all annoying,” he grumbled.

but he was still smiling.

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Spoiled Much? (P3)

જ⁀➴ Desc: || Pranking them but telling them you let another man pay for you. ||

P1 | P2

ᯓ★ Featuring: Kimi Räikkönen, Daniel Ricciardo, Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Liam Lawson, Isack Hadjar

ᯓ★ 1x Genre: Humor

ᯓ★ Warning: None

ᯓ★ Requested? Yes

Author Note: This is the official P3 from now on when I make headcanons. I hope you all enjoy, Kimi was put here due to the high voting poll he got on my blog. I hope you all enjoy and don't be afraid to send in request. Masterlist coming soon.

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Kimi Räikkönen

Being married to Kimi was… well, entertaining in a very calm, “emotionally constipated Finnish man” kind of way. You were opposites. He was stoic, icy, almost allergic to showing feelings—especially in public. You, on the other hand, had a little chaos in your soul. And every now and then, that chaos had to be unleashed… in the form of a TikTok prank.

You’d seen it over and over—wives pretending a stranger paid for their stuff. Reactions ranged from jealousy to full-blown “Where is he?!” meltdowns. But with Kimi? You knew it’d be either a blink... or a shrug. Which made it all the more tempting.

“I’ll be right back,” you said sweetly, pecking him on the lips before hopping out of the car. Your phone was already hidden, camera rolling like a tiny, nosy spy.

Kimi, naturally, just nodded, barely glancing up from his phone. Classic.

You took your time in the store, mostly because you were mentally preparing for the anticlimactic, ice-cold reaction you were probably about to get. Still, you were committed.

When you slid back into the car, you kept your voice casual, like you weren’t trying to stir the pot. “Lovely guy in there paid for everything. Told him my husband was waiting outside.”

Nothing. Just a slow blink and another nod. You could practically hear crickets in the car.

“He also said I was pretty,” you tried.

“Mmm,” Kimi hummed. “You are pretty, muru.”

Not the point, Kimi.

“He even complimented my hair,” you added, fishing for any trace of reaction.

Another hum. You could swear he was actively trying to win a personal game of “How Emotionless Can I Be?”

You took a deep breath, preparing your final blow—the one thing he couldn’t ignore. “He said my eyes really brought out my features.”

And just like that, the glacier cracked.

Kimi paused, phone lowered. His eyes shifted toward you, and for the first time, there was movement behind those cool blue eyes.

“Well,” he said slowly, “your eyes are nice. But shouldn't he be looking into someone else's eyes?”

You tried to say something, but he cut you off, now fully engaged. “To compliment your eyes? Your eyes? He can compliment your shoes, maybe. But not your eyes. Those are mine. I see them every day. And I like looking at them. He doesn’t get to look at them like that.”

He reached for the door handle.

You burst into laughter, grabbing his arm. “Kimi! Relax! It’s a prank! Phone’s recording!”

He looked over, spotted the camera, and sighed like he’d just lost a bet with himself. His hand dropped from the door as he slumped back in the seat.

“Can’t believe it took eyes to finally break the Iceman,” you teased.

“I love all of you,” he muttered, eyes flicking back to his phone. “But your eyes… they’re my weakness. I knew it was a prank, and I still fell for it. I should’ve stayed quiet. Should’ve listened to my gut.”

You giggled, nudging him. “Softie.”

He scoffed. “Don’t push it.”

But then, just before turning his gaze back to the window, he added in a low, dangerous tone.

“Just so you know… I will get you back. And it’ll be worse.”

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Daniel Ricciardo

When it came to pranking Daniel, you were all in. Your marriage was a perfect blend of laughter and mischief, and you loved keeping him on his toes. Plus, with the hours you spent scrolling TikTok, you had a whole arsenal of prank ideas. Today’s plan was simple: stroll into the store, claim some random guy flirted with you and paid for everything, and watch Daniel’s reaction. Harmless, funny… and totally worth it.

You slipped out of the car, leaving your husband scrolling through his phone and casually texting Max, no doubt sharing whatever F1 gossip was fresh that day. You lingered in the store, biting back a smile as you imagined his reaction.

Back at the car, you loaded the bags into the backseat with a satisfied sigh. “Saved some money in there,” you said, handing him the card.

Daniel looked up, humming thoughtfully. “Some kind of deal going on?”

You shook your head, a mischievous grin tugging your lips. “Nope. Some guy—actually flirted with me. Paid for everything. Said I shouldn’t be doing this alone.”

He scoffed, eyes narrowing. “And he didn’t notice the ring?”

You held up your hand with a mock sigh, the glint of your wedding band catching the sun. “Guess he didn’t, baby. Guess he didn’t…”

Daniel groaned, running a hand through his hair. You fought hard to keep from bursting out laughing.

“We’re married. It’s fine. Who cares?” you said, sliding into the passenger seat.

He frowned, phone forgotten in his hand. “I care! I’m your husband! I don’t need some random guy thinking it’s normal to pay for you when you’re taken!”

You tilted your head, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re something else.”

He hummed in agreement, then smirked. “So... should I let some lady flirt with me and pay for my stuff?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Not a chance.”

He huffed, mock-serious now. “Y/n! I’m being serious!”

You laughed. “Hey! Stop that. Can you at least listen? Baby, I—”

He raised an eyebrow, cutting you off. “I can’t believe I actually fell for this.”

You wiped a tear of laughter from your cheek. “Yeah, payback. For pranking me last week.”

He smiled softly, eyes warm. “You deserved it. Salt in my coffee and told me it was sugar? Classic.”

You shrugged with a playful grin. “And you? Worms in my shoes…”

He grinned back, eyes sparkling. “Touché, baby.”

He leaned over and kissed you gently.

“But man, your face when I told you I was ‘offended’—priceless,” you teased, laughter bubbling up.

Daniel nodded with mock seriousness.

“Laugh all you want. I’m just waiting for my moment to get payback.”

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Alex Albon

The prank on Alex was harmless, even kind of cute. You’d seen it on TikTok—so many fans adored your relationship that when they tagged you in that classic “someone paid for my groceries” prank, you couldn’t resist. Alex was perfect for it: laid-back but cheeky, and you knew just when to strike.

You’d agreed to drive while he took a break during your long road trip. He was nearly wiped out, eyes heavy but smiling softly as you pulled into the gas station.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips. He smiled, already holding out his card for you to use.

You took the card without hesitation and made your way inside, paying for gas and grabbing some snacks for the trip. Smooth and easy, just like you’d planned.

Back in the car, you tossed the bags onto the driver’s seat and handed the card back to him.

“Do you want to pump the gas?” you asked, watching as he unbuckled his seatbelt with a nod.

“Yeah, I can,” he said, stretching a little.

Here it came—the moment to drop your prank. You grinned and said casually, “By the way, this guy came in while I was paying. Flirted with me a bit, then paid for the gas, snacks, everything. Pretty cool, huh?”

Alex blinked, staring at you like he’d just heard the weirdest thing.

“He… paid?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a smile.

He stared a little longer, then shrugged with an easy smile. “That’s good. Glad other people think you’re beautiful.”

Wait, what? That wasn’t the reaction you expected.

“You’re not mad?” you pressed, amused.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I be? Free gas, snacks, drinks? If a guy’s gonna pay, let him! We’d be rich if you flaunted like that more often.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” he said, still smiling. “If some guy’s willing to pay for our food, drinks, and gas, I say ‘thank you!’ Saves us money and time. You’ve always been beautiful, but now you’ve got power.”

You laughed, feeling your prank backfire in the best way possible.

“Not even a little worried?” you teased.

He hummed thoughtfully. “Nope. You love me, I love you. We’re in love. And you’re so beautiful you’re making money fall out of other people’s pockets. That’s true love.”

He leaned over and kissed you softly.

You couldn’t resist pointing at your phone with a giggle. “I was recording a prank, though. I actually paid for everything.”

Alex frowned, genuine. “No, baby, you don’t have to pay for stuff like that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you’re okay with a random guy paying for me but not okay with me paying for myself?”

He nodded seriously.

“Last time I checked, you’re way too beautiful to deal with that kind of stress.”

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Pierre Gasly

The paddock was buzzing with the usual pre-race energy—engines humming, crew members rushing, and the sweet smell of tires and coffee in the air. You and Franco had just arrived, arms loaded with snacks and drinks, ready to pull off a little prank on Pierre.

You’d spotted a classic TikTok prank where someone pretends a stranger paid for their stuff, and you knew Franco was the perfect partner in crime.

“Alright, remember the plan,” you whispered as you approached Pierre, who was leaning back in the chair casually against the garage wall, scrolling on his phone.

Franco nodded eagerly. “I got this. No mess-ups.”

You both strolled over, acting like you were just dropping off snacks.

“Hey, Pierre,” you began with a grin. “We brought snacks.”

Franco smiled wider. “And the best part? Some guy at the coffee stand flirted with her and paid for everything. So! it was free!"

Pierre’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Wait, what?”

You leaned in, lowering your voice like you were sharing state secrets. “Yeah, he said I looked too stunning to be standing alone.”

Pierre turned to Franco, suspicious. “And you? What were you doing?”

Franco shrugged nonchalantly. “Standing right there. I mean, I can’t just go knocking someone out for flirting.”

Pierre’s expression twisted in mock jealousy. “You need to relax, man.” Franco added with a smile.

You laughed and settled into Pierre’s lap, feeling his arms wrap gently around you.

“How am I supposed to relax when some guy’s swooning over my girl?” Pierre asked, pouting dramatically, chin resting onto your shoulder.

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. “Jealous?”

“Uh, duh! You’re hot! Of course I’m jealous. No way some other guy’s getting close to what’s mine.”

You and Franco shared a glance and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Pierre demanded, narrowing his eyes.

You smiled, barely able to contain yourself. “Maybe because we’re pranking you.”

Pierre sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You two are going to be the reason I go bald before I’m thirty.”

Franco grinned. “Don’t worry, mate, she’s all yours. Hot and all yours. I mean, you get to have a go at a snack like her, so why does it matter?"

Pierre’s eyes flicked sharply between you and Franco. “You called my girlfriend hot?... and a snack?...what's going on in that mind of yours, Colapinto? In what form do you think of her?"

Franco’s grin widened, and just as Pierre opened his mouth to protest, Franco suddenly glanced at his watch.

“Uh, I gotta go,” Franco said quickly. “Someone’s calling me from the garage.”

Before Pierre could react, Franco was already jogging off.

Pierre jumped to his feet, kissing you deeply before running off, shouting after him with mock fury.

"GET BACK HERE, COLAPINTO! ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION!"

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Liam Lawson

The restaurant was cozy, dimly lit with flickering candles casting soft shadows over the table. You and Liam were settled in for a relaxed dinner, the clatter of plates and murmur of conversations around you blending into a comfortable background hum.

Tonight, you had a plan, TikTok pranks, you adored them. It was to the point, you decided to prank him; some guy would be paying for you. A little prank on Liam. It was fine, and you were certain his reaction would either be chill or a little dramatic.

Liam had excused himself to the restroom, leaving you alone at the table with your phone discreetly tucked in your lap, recording. You could barely contain your grin.

This was going to be good.

A few moments later, Liam returned, brushing his hands on his jeans, and took a seat opposite you.

“So,” you started casually, picking up your wine glass and swirling the red liquid thoughtfully. “Funny thing happened while you were gone.”

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You leaned in, voice low and conspiratorial. “Some guy at the bar came up to me, flirted a little, and—get this—paid for my drink. Said I looked too good to be drinking alone.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed immediately, the easy smile fading as he looked around the restaurant like he was scanning for this mystery rival.

“Wait… what? Some guy just paid for your drink? Who was he? Where is he?” His voice was low but carried that unmistakable edge of irritation. You knew of his jealousy, but this? This stemmed a reaction you didn't entirely expect too much of.

You bit your lip, fighting laughter as he started scanning every face in the room, his jaw tightening slightly.

“Oh come on, Liam, it’s not a big deal,” you teased, swirling your glass again.

“Not a big deal?” he echoed, voice rising a notch as he glanced at a couple seated a few tables away. “That guy over there? No. The bartender? No. What about the waiter? Are you telling me he was flirting with you?”

You shook your head, barely holding back giggles as he continued his quiet but intense investigation, clearly rattled. He looked around, eyes scanning everyone.

"Come on! Babe, you have to tell me what he looked like! I'm dying to know who is trying to steal away my woman on a dinner night!" he stated.

"I'll ask myself!" he stood up, getting ready to go ask every guest and worker around if they paid for you.

“Liam…” you said, trying to keep a straight face, “it was just a prank.”

He froze mid-glance, eyes widening as he realized the truth. His expression melted from suspicious to embarrassed in seconds. He sank back into his chair, running a hand through his hair, cheeks tinged pink.

“You got me,” he muttered, voice sheepish.

You grinned, lowering your phone and sliding it across the table. “Caught you red-handed. Who knew you were the jealous type?"

He groaned dramatically. “I can’t believe you recorded me. I looked like a jealous lunatic. Now, everyone is gonna think that way!"

You reached across the table, squeezing his hand gently. “You’re adorable.”

He looked up at you, eyes softening despite the lingering embarrassment. “Yeah, well, don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“Oh?” you challenged, eyebrow raised. "Another little prank war?" you asked. "Bring it, Lawson."

He smirked, leaning in.

“You just wait. I’m plotting my revenge."

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Isack Hadjar

Isack Hadjar was honestly the sweetest boyfriend in the world. His gentle nature made you feel safe and loved, and while you did love pranking him from time to time, it always left you with a tiny bit of guilt—because his reactions were usually so funny and so unexpected. Which is why the prank about someone paying for you that day was all the more entertaining.

You were at home in your first shared apartment, the cozy space filled with little pieces of both your lives. You set your phone up carefully, hiding it from Isack’s view but capturing everything perfectly.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention. Isack walked in, dropping his gym bag by the door, a sheen of sweat still on his forehead. You greeted him with a soft kiss.

“How was shopping today?” he asked, flashing his gentle smile.

“Good, actually,” you said with a grin. “I got a lot of new shoes.”

Isack’s smile deepened. “So you had fun?”

You nodded, eyes sparkling. “Fun is an understatement. A guy paid for me today. Said a pretty thing like me should be spoiled to the core.”

The look on Isack’s face shifted immediately—there it was. Jealousy. And a dramatic little gasp escaped his lips.

“You accepted his payment?” he asked, arms crossing defensively.

You hummed in response, a teasing smile on your face. “Come on, Isack. You didn’t have to pay for it.”

He tilted his head, brow furrowed. “Since when has paying for you ever bothered me? I paid for your birthday dinner, those shoes you wanted last weekend, and you even got a brand new watch you didn’t even ask for.”

You almost felt guilty, wanting to call off the prank, but he just kept going.

“And plus!” he said, voice rising with mock confidence, “I’m great in bed! My sex is way better! Any guy can pay for you, but when it comes to the bigger person here—it’s me.”

You burst out laughing, causing him to raise a suspicious brow.

“Are you gonna take that title from me too—?” he started.

You shook your head, grinning. “No silly, I’m just enjoying your reaction to this prank.”

He stopped mid-step, eyes wide as the realization hit him. “I fell for a prank... again…”

You nodded proudly, unable to hide your grin. “And you are definitely a cute little jealous thing.”

Isack shook his head and walked away, muttering under his breath, “Okay, betrayal... again.”

You heard him pause before adding, “You woman have pranked me so much, I’m gonna start planning my revenge.”

You raised a brow. “You? Getting me back?”

He nodded, a sly smile creeping across his face. “And I have the best person to help me.”

You hummed, excited. “So, the prank war is on?” you asked as he slipped backward, his finger pointed at you as he slowly closed the bathroom door.

“Oh yeah!”

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[astonmartingf]

DEATH OF A BACHELOR ; F1 DILFS

the grid's most handsome and eligible bachelors— now taken? exactly this is that. i don't have time to think of a good punchline so it'll have to wait.

started: 03/01/24 ended: 03/23/24

amfg 8.6k words total. smau + written. contains angst, fluff, implied smut(?), crack(?), drama, controversy, and conspiracies. reader is faceless. can be read in any order. enjoy reading (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

ADORE YOU ; KR7

. . . your relationship with kimi was always civil, not too close like friends, but not too far apart like strangers. somehow you got stuck in a situation leaving both of you confronting your feelings for each other.

HAVEN'T MET YOU YET ; JB22

. . . slowing down as the high life of the party, jenson turns a new leaf and thinks optimistically about his plans in the future concerning his love life.

MISERY ; MW2

. . . fuck sebastian vettel and fuck his goddamn race engineer who he can't help but think about all the time. he's bitter, jealous and in misery.

GREEDY ; SV5

. . . at the height of his career all vettel wants is to win. with four world championships on his back, his ego- out of the world, surely that's enough for a room in your life.

VOODOO DOLL ; LH44

. . . hamilton is a penchant for opposing teammates, and after the previous one he somehow got stuck with another, but after years of dominance new emotions develop between the two.

NEW PERSPECTIVE ; FA14

. . . twenty years into his career, alonso faced a lot of changes. but it was all because of you, that he looked forward to at the end of everything.

amfg yay! to my first series ever finished... here's to more series and writing. i hope you enjoyed reading these as much as i wrote them 🫶

[its-avalon-08]

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

iceman and his sunshine (kr7)

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

forcing laughter, faking smiles

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

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

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

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

your eyes whispered, "have we met?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i was enchanted to meet you

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well i hope you liked it! thank you for sending in your request and do send more <3 happy reading!

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[embrosegraves]

okie dokie people! with testing tomorrow, DTS s6 on the 23rd and the official start to the Formula One season next week I would like for you all to choose which requested fic you’d like to be released first. However, you have to choose based on the initials of each fic only.

🫶🫶🫶

i’ll be honest, only NTT and IGIIL are close to being finished but i will write with the speed of the fucking roadrunner to get the others done 🫡

[dreamauri]

⌗ 𝗜 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘 - the master list ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( MV1, CL16, CS55, SV5, KR7, FC43 x girlfriend! reader ) ┇ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ┇how your boyfriends discover you speak their native language ⨯ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

( general master list ) ( requests )

MV1, LOADING SCREEN

CL16, LOST IN TRANSLATION

CS55, FLUENCY FROM THE HEART

SV5, PASSENGER PRINCESS

KR7, IN ANY LANGUAGE

FC43, ENTRE CADA PALABRA

[formulafanfics13]

Can I request a fic where the drivers (either Lance or Kimi Raikonnen) girlfriend drops and breaks something and kinda freaks out bc of past trauma and the driver just helps them realize it’s ok? Just really soft and fluffy.

Shards - KR7

Masterlist

Summary: When you drop and break something in the kitchen, old trauma makes you panic. But Kimi’s steady calm reminds you that you’re safe, that it’s okay, and that with him you never have to be afraid.

Warnings: mentions of past trauma/abuse, panic response, soft comfort

The crash was louder than it should have been. One second, the glass was in your hands. The next, it was splintering against the tile, shards scattering everywhere.

Your stomach dropped. Your breath hitched. The old panic rose up instantly, sharp, choking, like a reflex you couldn’t control. Your hands shook, your chest tight, every nerve in your body screaming fuck, fuck, I messed up.

You froze, eyes wide, pulse hammering in your throat. And then- “Hey.” Kimi’s voice was quiet. Calm. You hadn’t even noticed him at the doorway until he was there, padding across the kitchen in his socks. He didn’t flinch at the glass, didn’t frown, didn’t scold. Just crouched down, slow and steady, picking up the bigger shards with careful fingers.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, glancing up at you with those clear blue eyes. “Just a glass.”

Your throat closed. “I- I’m sorry-”

“Shh.” He stood, brushing his hands off, then gently tugged you away from the mess, his grip warm and grounding on your wrist. He guided you to the counter stool, sitting you down like you were made of glass yourself. “Look at me,” he said softly, tilting your chin up. His expression was steady, unshakable. “Nobody’s mad. It doesn’t matter. Just a thing.”

Your eyes burned. “But I-”

Kimi shook his head, pressing his forehead to yours. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. Things break. That’s all.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering there, his thumb stroking over your knuckles. The warmth of him seeped into you slowly, steadying your breath, easing the panic knot by knot.

By the time he pulled back, the corners of his mouth had curved into the faintest smile. “See? Still here. Still fine. Just glass.”

You let out a shaky laugh, leaning into his chest. “You’re too calm.”

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you. “Somebody has to be.” And in his quiet, steady way, Kimi made it feel true. That you were safe. That broken glass was nothing. That with him, you never had to be afraid again.

[pucksandpower]

Thawed

Kimi Räikkönen x sunshine!Reader

Summary: the many times throughout the years that only the warmth of his wife could thaw the Iceman

“He’s just so … cold,” your aunt comments, wrinkling her nose at Kimi’s back as he heads to the bar. It’s the first time you’ve brought him to a family event.

You bristle, prepared to defend your new boyfriend. “He’s not cold once you get to know him. He’s just a private person.”

Your aunt sniffs. “Still, he barely said two words all night. And that nickname — the Iceman! I don’t like it.”

You straighten your spine. “Well I do. His thoughtfulness and loyalty outweigh any lack of words.”

As you speak, you feel your doubts about mismatched personalities fade. Opposites attract for a reason.

Your aunt looks unconvinced, but you pay her no mind. You’re falling for the quiet Finn with a heart of gold. And you won’t let anyone’s disapproval chill that flame.

When Kimi returns, you lean up and kiss his cheek fondly. He looks pleasantly surprised. Let them judge. You see the real man inside.

***

“Smash it! Smash it!” The rowdy groomsman chants as you and Kimi cut into your wedding cake.

Other guests take up the chant, clamoring for Kimi to shove cake in your face per tradition. But you had quietly asked him not to — you don’t want frosting up your nose and ruining your makeup on your wedding day.

Kimi’s eyes meet yours, a silent question. You give a slight shake of your head. His expression hardens with resolve.

In one smooth motion, he whirls and smashes the slice of cake directly into the rowdy groomsman’s face. Icing splatters everywhere. The room goes silent.

“Here you go, since you seem to want the cake smashed so bad,” Kimi says coldly.

The groomsman splutters in shock. You have to hide your smile behind your hand.

Kimi winks at you as he licks icing off his fingers. “Now, where were we?”

Heart swelling, you lean in to kiss your wonderful, cake-covered husband. No one gets in the way of your wishes on your wedding day.

***

The paddock is bustling with activity as you make your way through the crowds, weaving between mechanics and engineers going about their race day routines. The smells of rubber and gasoline hang thick in the air. You smile and nod at familiar faces, receiving knowing looks in return.

Everyone here knows who you are — the bubbly, outgoing wife of the Iceman himself. The unlikely pairing has been the talk of Formula 1 ever since you started dating a few years ago. You’re warm and chatty. He’s cool and laconic. But somehow, it works.

You find Kimi in the Ferrari motorhome, sipping an energy drink, game face on. His brows are furrowed in concentration, icy grey eyes focused straight ahead. You know not to disturb him right now. This is business time.

Slipping into the seat beside him, you pull out your phone and scroll aimlessly, letting the comfortable silence stretch between you. The hustle and noise of the paddock fades into the background.

Finally, Kimi drains the last drops from his can and crushes it in his hand. He turns to you, the stern expression melting away. His eyes soften and the corners of his mouth tick upward ever so slightly.

“Morning,” he says quietly, voice gravelly.

You beam at him. “Good morning, love. Ready to go racing today?”

He nods, the hint of a smile still playing on his lips. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I did, thanks to my very comfy race driver pillow.” You wink.

Kimi snorts, the creases around his eyes deepening. He leans in and presses a quick kiss to your temple.

Around you, mechanics and team members try and fail to pretend they aren’t glancing your way, still not used to seeing the Iceman so openly affectionate. But Kimi doesn’t seem to notice or care.

“I’ll see you after,” he says, standing up and giving your hand a squeeze. His face settles back into cool concentration as he strides out to prepare for the race.

You settle in to watch qualifying, heart swelling with pride and love for your Finnish fireball.

***

“Kimi, the stewards want to speak with you about the incident with Perez on lap 37.”

Kimi’s jaw clenches, eyes flashing. “Typical,” he mutters.

You touch his arm reassuringly. “Go on, I’ll wait here for you.”

He nods, striding off to the steward’s office, race suit half unzipped and hair disheveled. You know he’ll be lucky to escape without a penalty. Kimi has never been one to mince words or hide his displeasure with other drivers. You can only imagine the icy staredown happening behind those closed doors right now.

Twenty minutes later, he emerges looking ready to smash a table. You jump up and hurry over.

“Well? What did they say?”

Kimi’s scowl deepens, if that’s even possible. “Ten second penalty. Ridiculous.” He spits out something in Finnish you’re glad you don’t understand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You drove brilliantly today.”

He shakes his head and stalks down the hall towards the paddock. You scurry after him, nearly jogging to match his long angry strides.

“Forget it. Not your fault the stewards are blind.”

You slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. Immediately you feel some of the tension leave his body. He glances down at you, the hint of a smile breaking through the thunderclouds.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say gently. “I’ll make you your favorite dinner, open a nice bottle of wine ...”

He nods, expression softening. “Okay. Sounds good.”

You smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze. The stormy Finn may have a heart of ice on the track, but you know better. He just needs a little sunshine sometimes.

***

You pause in the kitchen doorway, heart melting at the scene before you. Kimi sits on the living room floor, your baby niece perched happily in his lap. He bounces her gently on his knee as she squeals with delight, the hint of a smile on his usually stoic face.

“Faster Unca Kimi, faster!” She cries, unruly curls flying.

He chuckles and picks up the pace, eliciting delighted giggles from her. Your sister watches nearby, still looking a bit bemused at seeing the Iceman so good natured and playful.

Finally Kimi stops, feigning exhaustion. “Whew, that’s enough for Uncle Kimi,” he says, lifting her up and pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. “You’re too fast!”

She dissolves into giggles and wraps her tiny arms around his neck in a hug. He hugs her back, looking more content than you’ve ever seen him. Your heart feels fit to burst.

“Who wants ice cream?” You announce, carrying in two bowls.

“Me, me!” Your niece starts to squirm in Kimi’s lap, reaching eagerly for her treat.

He stands, swinging her up easily onto his shoulders. “Let’s go have ice cream on the porch, give your mama a break,” he says. She kicks her little legs gleefully.

Your sister shoots you a grateful smile as Kimi carries her outside. You grin and wink. Who would believe it — the Iceman, a big softie for kids. But you know better. Under that cool exterior beats a heart of gold.

***

The crowds pressing around the circuit are suffocating today. Fans shove programs and merch at you for Kimi to sign. One overzealous teenage boy tries to wrap you in an uninvited hug.

Suddenly Kimi is there, gently but firmly detaching the boy’s hands from your arms. His face is thunderous.

“Back. Off.” The boy stumbles away wide-eyed.

Kimi keeps a protective grip on your shoulder as he marches you briskly from the paddock. Once inside the privacy of the motorhome, he cups your face in his hands.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His tone is urgent.

You shake your head, still a bit shaken. “Just got grabby. Thank you for the rescue.”

Kimi exhales, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t like you getting swarmed out there.”

You smile wryly. “Hazards of being Mrs. Iceman.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I just want to keep you safe. Those crowds make me nervous.”

You kiss him softly. “I’ll be okay.”

His eyes bore into yours, icy blue melting into tenderness. “Still. Stay close to me out there from now on. So I can protect what’s most precious.”

Your heart flutters under his intent gaze. You lace your fingers through his, feeling infinitely cherished.

“Always.”

***

“Kimi, your phone is ringing again,” you call from the couch.

He doesn’t respond, gaze fixed intently on the TV as he navigates a difficult turn in his racing video game. The phone buzzes angrily on the coffee table.

With a sigh, you reach for it. The caller ID says “Bane of My Existence.” You frown. That’s the third call from her this week that he’s ignored.

“Kimi ...”

“Hmm?” He pauses the game and glances at you, eyebrows raised.

You hold up the phone. “It’s your PR officer again. Don’t you think you should answer and see what she wants?”

His expression clouds over. “No. Told her not to call me anymore.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” You keep your tone light and curious.

He shrugs. “Kept trying to get me to do stuff. Go to parties and all that.”

You bite back a smile, warmth flooding your chest. Your shy homebody of a husband, sought after on the celebrity circuit but wanting none of it.

“Well, I’m glad she hasn’t lured you away yet,” you tease gently.

The corners of his mouth quirk up as he takes the phone from you and sets it aside before pulling you into his lap.

“Don’t worry,” he rumbles, nudging your nose with his. “You’re the only party I need.”

You kiss him softly, heart overflowing. The glitz and glam means nothing to your Kimi. Home is where his heart is.

***

You awake to whispered voices and the smell of something burning. Bleary-eyed, you shuffle to the kitchen doorway.

Kimi stands at the stove, hair endearingly mussed from sleep. He’s scowling down at a frying pan, clutching a spatula like a weapon. Your brother leans against the counter, trying and failing to stifle laughter.

“What’s going on?” You ask through a yawn.

Kimi’s scowl deepens. “Trying to make you breakfast. Not going well.” He prods the blackened lump in the pan disdainfully.

Your brother snorts. “He nearly set off the fire alarm. I got here just in time.”

“I told you I don’t cook,” Kimi mutters, avoiding your gaze.

You pad over and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “It’s the thought that counts. Thank you, love.”

He relaxes back into your embrace. Your brother mimes gagging behind his back. You stick out your tongue at him.

“Here, I’ll show you,” you say, gently prying the spatula from Kimi’s hand. “Just go slow ...”

Soon, the three of you are gathered around the table, eating the pancakes you made together. Kimi’s are a bit misshapen, but edible.

He looks inordinately pleased as you sample his. “Good?”

You beam at him and squeeze his hand. “The very best.”

His rare unguarded smile warms you more deeply than any breakfast ever could.

***

You awaken to the dipping of the mattress as Kimi slips under the covers. The red glow of his bedside clock reads 3:48 AM.

“Everything okay?” You murmur, rolling over to face him.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest. You feel the steady thump of his heart under your palm.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” His voice rumbles low near your ear.

You nuzzle into him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin. “Worrying about the race this weekend?”

He exhales, his breath stirring your hair. “No. Just thinking.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you lift your head to study his face in the dimness. His eyes shine in the faint light, gazing at you with an intensity that makes your own heart skip.

“What is it?” You whisper.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his callused fingers infinitely tender. “Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re here. That you’re mine.”

Emotion swells in your chest, words escaping you. You cup his stubbled face and guide his lips down to yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

When you finally draw apart, he pulls you close again, tucking your head under his chin. No more words are needed. You understand each other perfectly in the quiet spaces between heartbeats. Soon his breathing evens out in sleep, and you follow him down, still nestled safe in the circle of his arms.

***

You’re just drizzling the last of the chocolate over the molten lava cakes when you hear Kimi’s keys in the front door. A smile spreads across your face. Perfect timing.

He wanders in a few moments later, hair adorably rumpled, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“Mmm, something smells good,” he says, crossing the kitchen to wrap you in a hug.

You kiss his scratchy cheek. “Made your favorite for dessert. Now go get cleaned up while I finish.”

He squeezes you tighter, stubble tickling your neck as he nuzzles into it. “Can’t I have you for dessert instead?”

You swat his shoulder playfully. “Go on, you. Plenty of time for that later.”

He steals one more kiss before sauntering off, a grin playing about his lips. You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. After all these years, he still makes your heart race as if you’re teenagers again.

When he returns, you’ve set out the seared salmon, roasted vegetables, and the two perfect chocolate lava cakes. His eyes light up.

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best wife ever?” He asks, pulling out your chair.

“Hmm, I think you could stand to mention it more,” you tease.

He takes your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyes pierce yours. “You’re the best wife ever,” he says solemnly.

You lean in and kiss him, happiness bubbling up inside you. However many times he says it, you’ll never get tired of hearing it.

***

“So, what’s it like being married to the grumpiest driver on the grid?” The reporter shoves a microphone in your face, invasive and smug.

You recoil, blindsided. “Excuse me?”

“Come on, he’s not exactly Mr. Personality.” The reporter leans closer. “Does the Iceman thaw out at home or just freeze you out?”

Humiliation burns through you. Before you can respond, Kimi is there, gently moving you aside. His eyes are blazing.

“Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that,” he growls at the reporter. “You know nothing about our life.”

The reporter withers under Kimi’s icy glare. You feel a rush of gratitude for your protective husband.

Kimi turns to you, face softening. “Let’s get out of here.”

Once you’re alone, he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Sorry you had to deal with that. He had no right to badger you about our marriage.”

You lean into him, safe in the circle of his arms. “It’s okay. You came to my rescue like a knight in shining racing gear.”

He snorts. “Hardly a knight. But for you, always.” He kisses you tenderly.

No matter what the media says, your life together is not theirs to define. Your love writes its own quiet story each day.

***

You awake in the dark to a loud crash from downstairs. Heart pounding, you shake Kimi’s shoulder.

“Kimi, wake up! I think someone’s broken in.”

He’s up in an instant, alert and poised to strike. You hear footsteps creeping up the stairs. Kimi pushes you behind him and grabs the baseball bat by the bed.

The footsteps reach the landing and a shadowy figure appears in the doorway. Kimi flicks on the light, bat raised menacingly. You both freeze.

It’s Sebastian Vettel, eyes wide, hands raised in surrender. “Whoa whoa, it’s just me!”

Kimi’s shoulders slump as he lowers the bat. “Seb? What the hell are you doing here?”

Seb runs a hand through his messy hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was in town and my rental car broke down outside. I was hoping I could crash here tonight.”

Kimi sighs, shaking his head. “You couldn’t call first?”

Seb grins sheepishly. “Forgot to charge my phone.”

You step out from behind Kimi, laying a hand on his arm. “It’s fine, love. Let’s get some fresh sheets for the guest room.” You turn to Seb. “We’ll figure out your car in the morning.”

Seb’s shoulders sag in relief. “Thanks, I really owe you guys.”

As you make up the bed, you share an amused look with Kimi. Only Seb could turn up unannounced in the middle of the night and get away with it. But then again, that’s why you love him.

***

You’re waiting at the finish line, heart in your throat as the cars scream past for the final lap. Kimi is battling for a podium finish, but has fallen back after a poorly timed pit stop. He’s gaining ground fast, but is he out of time?

The crowd roars as the frontrunners cross the line. P2 … P3 … waiting for P4. Come on, Kimi.

Then you see it, the red and white Alfa Romeo flashing past the checkered flag, narrowly clinching third. You leap in the air, cheering loudly. Kimi did it!

You rush down towards the pits, arriving just as Kimi climbs from his car. His race suit is drenched, hair plastered to his forehead, but his eyes are bright. When he spots you, a grin breaks across his face.

You throw your arms around him, heedless of how sweaty he is. “You were amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

He lifts you off your feet in a bear hug, laughing breathlessly in your ear. The sound sends joy bursting through your veins.

As he sets you down, you cradle his stubbled face in your hands. “I love you,” you say fiercely.

His grin softens to something more tender. He tilts his forehead against yours, heedless of the crowds milling nearby.

“Love you too,” he murmurs.

The cameras flash around you, eager to capture this rare unguarded moment. But Kimi only has eyes for you. Third place has never felt so golden.

***

“Ugh, your wife is so annoyingly positive all the time. It’s nauseating,” the other driver’s girlfriend gripes to Kimi at a race afterparty.

You freeze mid-laugh, stung by her disdainful tone. Kimi’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“I would rather have a positive wife than a miserable cow like you,” he says coldly. “Come on, let’s go.”

He takes your arm and steers you firmly away. You blink back tears, embarrassed.

“Hey,” Kimi says softly, tilting your chin up. “Don’t listen to her. I love how positive you are. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for spreading joy.”

You give a watery chuckle. “Really? You don’t find it annoying?”

“Are you kidding? Your light balances out my darkness perfectly.” He punctuates this with a swift kiss. “You keep me from being a constant grump.”

You laugh and swat his chest. “Impossible. No one can tame the Iceman’s grumpiness.”

He smiles tenderly and pulls you close. “You do. Don’t change for anyone else.”

***

You pace the bathroom floor, heart racing. The little white stick sits innocently on the counter, but its result will change everything. One blue line for negative, two for positive.

Three minutes have never felt so long.

When the timer finally beeps, you take a deep breath and turn it over with a shaky hand. Two blue lines stare back at you.

Positive.

Emotions swell within you — joy, nervousness, excitement. You and Kimi have been trying for a baby, but it still feels so surreal now that it’s actually happening.

You hear the front door open and Kimi call out your name. It’s time. Clutching the test behind your back, you go to him.

He must read something in your face, because his brows furrow in concern. “Everything okay?”

Your face splits into a teary grin. “Everything’s perfect.” You bring the test out from behind you and hold it up wordlessly.

Kimi’s eyes widen. For once, the unflappable Finn seems utterly flapped. “You … we ...” He stares at the two little lines, then back at you. “We’re having a baby?”

You nod, vision blurring with happy tears. With a joyful shout, Kimi sweeps you up in his arms and spins you around. His excitement is boyish and uncontained.

When he sets you down, he cradles your face in both hands. “I’m going to be a father,” he whispers in awe.

You put your hand over his, overjoyed tears spilling down your cheeks. “You’re going to be the best father.”

***

You fidget impatiently on the exam table, Kimi’s hand clutched in yours. After months of waiting, today is your first ultrasound. If all looks well, you’ll get to see your baby for the very first time.

“What’s taking so long?” You huff. Kimi smiles and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Relax, they’ll be here soon.” His calm steadies you, as it always does.

Finally the technician arrives and asks you to lift up your shirt. She squeezes cool gel over your swelling belly and begins moving the ultrasound wand through it.

The screen comes to life, showing grainy black and white images you can’t decipher. The technician frowns, adjusting some dials. Your heart leaps into your throat.

Sensing your distress, Kimi gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. Just be patient,” he murmurs.

After a few tense moments, the technician’s face clears. She turns the screen towards you with a smile. “There we are. There’s your baby.”

You gaze in wonder at the little shape filling the screen, tiny arms and legs visibly squirming. Your vision blurs with tears. That’s your child, your little miracle.

Beside you Kimi is utterly transfixed, eyes shining. “That’s our baby,” he whispers reverently.

He lifts your intertwined hands and presses his lips to your knuckles. “Thank you,” he says, voice husky with emotion. “For this gift.”

You have no words. You simply lean into him, his solid warmth anchoring you as joy washes over you both.

***

You stare glumly at your reflection in the mirror. At eight months pregnant, you feel like a beluga whale. Your ankles are swollen, your back aches constantly, and none of your clothes fit over your enormous bump anymore.

Voices sound from downstairs as Kimi arrives home. You feel tears prick your eyes. You don’t want him to see you like this, a beached whale in sweatpants.

Sniffling, you ease onto the bed and bury your face in a pillow. Kimi finds you there a few minutes later. The mattress dips as he sits down and rubs your back.

“What’s wrong, love?”

You shake your head, embarrassed. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Gently he turns you over, brushing the hair from your damp cheeks. “Talk to me,” he says softly.

A sob escapes you. “I’m hideous like this! I’ve gotten so huge. You must be disgusted looking at me.”

Kimi’s brow furrows. He takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his earnest gaze. “Is that what you think? That I find you disgusting?”

Ashamed, you drop your eyes, fresh tears spilling over.

“Look at me,” he says gently. You do. His ice blue eyes pierce yours. “You’ve never been more beautiful to me than you are right now, carrying our child.”

He places a reverent hand on your belly. “You are giving us the most precious gift in the world. How could I not find you beautiful?”

His words pierce your heart. You cover his hand with yours. “I love you,” you whisper.

He gathers you close, dropping feather-light kisses over your face. “And I love you. Always.”

You cling to him, feeling foolish and so very loved.

***

A contraction rips through you, more intense than any before. You cry out, squeezing Kimi’s hand desperately.

“Breathe, love, breathe,” he coaches, face taut.

You gasp air into your lungs as the vice grip on your insides finally releases. Kimi dabs the sweat from your brow with a cool cloth.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “Our little one will be here soon.”

Even through the haze of pain, his voice anchors you. Your Kimi, always steady as a rock.

Too soon, another contraction wrings a ragged shout from you. Kimi never leaves your side, letting you nearly crush his hand as you ride out the agony.

“I can’t … I can’t do this ...” you sob.

Kimi presses his lips to your temple. “You can. You’re the strongest person I know. I’m right here with you.”

His faith buoys you, even as your body is wracked with wave after wave of excruciating spasms. Your world narrows to the circle of his arms.

Then finally, miraculously, comes the thin, piercing cry of your child. Your exhausted tears mingle with joyful laughter.

Kimi cuts the cord with shaky hands, eyes shining brighter than you’ve ever seen. When they lay the squalling, pink bundle on your chest, the universe crystallizes to this one perfect point.

Your family, whole at last.

***

You awake in the small hours before dawn, reaching across the cool sheets only to find Kimi’s side of the bed empty. Padding down the hallway on silent feet, you peer into the nursery.

Your breath catches in your throat. Kimi stands over the crib, your tiny daughter cradled against his chest. One large hand gently supports her downy head.

He’s speaking softly to her in Finnish, too low for you to understand. But the love shining through his voice brings tears to your eyes. Your tough, taciturn Finn transformed into a doting father.

As he lays her tenderly back in the crib, you hear him murmur in a whisper, “Don’t worry little one, your isä will always protect you. I promise you that.”

He tucks the blanket snugly around her and brushes a feather-light kiss over her forehead. The tenderness of it makes your heart ache.

You slip silently back to bed before he notices you, not wanting to intrude on this private moment between father and daughter. But the image stays seared in your mind.

When Kimi joins you a few minutes later, you turn and press your face into his chest so he won’t see your tears of joy. His arms come around you reflexively.

“You okay?” He rumbles.

You nod, a lump in your throat. Your family is so very blessed.

***

The paddock is bustling with activity as you push your daughter’s stroller through the chaotic maze of the paddock. She’s only six months old, wide-eyed at all the commotion.

Mechanics pause to coo over her, their grease-smudged fingers surprisingly gentle. PR people stop to fuss and take photos. Word has spread — the Iceman’s baby girl is here.

Kimi strides over, stooping to drop a kiss on your head and tickle his daughter’s tummy. His race suit is on, grey eyes intense and focused.

“Sure you don’t want me to take her while you concentrate?” You ask.

He shakes his head, a corner of his mouth quirked up. “I need to see my two favorite girls before I drive.”

Your heart melts. Kimi scoops her up, and she clutches at his nose and gurgles. Nearby, you hear shutters clicking madly. The Iceman undone by a baby — it’ll be all over the press tonight.

But Kimi only has eyes for his daughter, face soft in a way it never is before a race. With a deep breath, he cuddles her close and murmurs something in Finnish before handing her back to you.

You kiss his cheek. “Go show them how it’s done, Daddy.”

He winks and strides off towards the pit lane, determination in his stride. Your daughter waves a chubby fist as he disappears from view.

No matter how many races he wins, now his best trophy waits for him at the finish line. His family.

***

“Must be lonely married to a man called the Iceman,” the reporter says slyly. “He’s not known for being warm and affectionate.”

Anger flashes through you. How dare this stranger imply your marriage is lacking.

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” you reply sharply. “Kimi is very attentive and loving in private.”

The reporter raises her eyebrows. “But his public image ...”

You cut her off. “That’s all it is — an image. Kimi deserves more respect than tired old stereotypes.”

Your voice softens as you glance to where Kimi is chatting with fans, his body angled protectively towards you.

“There is no one kinder or more loyal than my husband. He cherishes our family greatly, he just doesn’t flaunt it to the world.”

The reporter looks taken aback by your fervent defense. You almost feel sorry for her. She’ll never truly know the man behind the Iceman legend. But you do and you won’t tolerate anyone maligning him.