#the räikkönens

[rainbowintheskyf1]

lil baby g on his shoulders and wearing robin’s merchandise? just everything about this picture makes me want to cry

via minttu’s instagram stories

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober masterlist

welcome to my very first kinktober! buckle up and enjoy the ride!

THE FIRST ONE IS OUT NOW!!! CHECK MY BLOG FOR IT!!!

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1st — phone sex, Lando Norris

2nd — choking, Lewis Hamilton

3rd — quickie, Toto Wolff

4th — cockwarming, Max Verstappen

5th — virginity loss, Charles Leclerc

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

7th — face fucking, Carlos Sainz

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

9th — size difference, George Russell

10th — breeding kink, Mark Webber

11th — mutual masturbation, Jenson Button

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

13th — mommy kink, Max Verstappen

14th — wax play, Toto Wolff

15th — keeping quiet, Peter Bonnington

16th — toys, Lando Norris

17th — lingerie, Fernando Alonso

18th — role play, Sebastian Vettel

19th — 69ing, Oscar Piastri

20th — cock worship, Jenson Button

21st — stripper, Toto Wolff

22nd — hate fucking, Max Verstappen

23rd — double penetration, Lewis - Charles

24th — thigh riding, Kimi Räikkönen

25th — humiliation, Mark Webber

26th — food play, Carlos Sainz

27th — your choice, 

28th — heels, Lando Norris

29th — praise kink, Charles Leclerc

30th — blindfold, Nico Rosberg

31st — nipple play/ lactation kink, Max Verstappen

[phot0synth]

bwoahelp

[kaunismies]

Happy Simi day!

bonus:

"I promised Kimi that one day I would beat him [at badminton]. We're both getting older. I'm eight years younger than him, so at the latest when he's really old and I'm just a younger old man, I'll beat him in that game." - Seb, 2008

"He said to me that he is gonna beat me when I get older, but so far it hasn't happened." - Kimi, 2021

[jungwnies]

legacy | kimi räikkönen

୨ৎ : featuring : uncle!kimi räikkönen x niece!reader, granddad!niki lauda x reader, lucas lauda (mentioned), räikkönen family (mentioned) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : growing up as niki lauda’s granddaughter and kimi räikkönen’s niece, racing was in your blood. with a no-nonsense attitude on and off the track, you quickly earned the respect of the f1 world. but when you win the championship and kimi publicly congratulates you as his niece, the internet erupts...finally uncovering the family secret that had been hiding in plain sight.

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 589

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : back to back posts because ... why not it's spring break ^.^

you had spent your entire life surrounded by racing history.

your grandfather, niki lauda, had cemented himself as one of the greatest legends of formula 1, and from the moment you first sat in a kart, there was no escaping the legacy.

but you never wanted to escape it.

you wanted to build on it.

and you did.

racing through the junior categories, proving yourself on every track, refusing to let the weight of your last name dictate the expectations placed on you—you carved your own path.

until, finally, in your debut season of formula 1, you did what no one thought was possible.

you won the championship.

the press had long drawn comparisons between you and your grandfather—your calculated racing, your unwillingness to sugarcoat your opinions, your straightforwardness in the paddock.

but what really sealed it for them was the fact that off-track, you reminded people of kimi räikkönen.

your interviews were brief, your social interactions minimal, and your patience for unnecessary media obligations was nonexistent.

the paddock loved you for it.

“do you even celebrate?” a journalist had once asked after a race win.

you had taken a sip of your water, expression blank. “i celebrate by winning again.”

the internet went crazy over that one.

fans had long speculated about your connections outside of the lauda name, especially when you were frequently spotted with kimi räikkönen and his family.

rumors flew—some said you were just close to him because of your grandfather’s legacy, others wondered if kimi had taken you under his wing.

no one could really figure it out.

until that day.

the day you became a formula 1 world champion.

the post-race celebrations were chaotic.

champagne sprayed everywhere, your team lifting you in the air, the sounds of cheers blending into an overwhelming rush of noise. the media swarmed, cameras flashing, the world watching as you became the first woman in history to win the formula 1 championship.

and then, kimi räikkönen appeared.

he didn’t make a big scene, didn’t push through crowds—he just walked straight up to you, cool and composed as ever, and offered a rare, proud smile before pulling you into a hug.

“well done,” he said simply.

and then, in front of every camera, every journalist, every fan watching worldwide, he said the words that broke the internet.

“your uncle is proud of you.”

silence.

a beat of confusion.

and then—chaos.

uncle?

suddenly, everything clicked for everyone.

the private family gatherings, the time spent with kimi’s kids, the way he had always treated you with the quiet protectiveness of someone with genuine familial ties.

the truth was finally out—kimi räikkönen was your uncle.

his younger sister had married lucas lauda.

which meant that while you had spent your whole career trying to live up to the lauda legacy, you had also unknowingly inherited a bit of the räikkönen reputation too.

no wonder people thought you were just like him.

the internet exploded.

fans immediately latched onto the revelation, the nickname "miki" (a combination of kimi and niki) trending within minutes.

you shook your head at the ridiculousness of it all, glancing up at your uncle. “you just had to say it in front of the cameras, huh?”

kimi smirked slightly, completely unfazed by the worldwide reaction. “they were getting annoying.”

you sighed. “great. now the world thinks i’m some genetically engineered racing experiment.”

kimi shrugged. “you did win.”

you stared at him for a moment before laughing, shaking your head. “yeah. i did.”

and honestly? you wouldn’t change a thing.

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[formulakracing]

“well that’s too bad” — k.r.

pairing -> kimi räikkönen x dcc!reader

word count -> {typed this one on my phone}

warnings -> banter, lots of flirting, some sexual innuendos, kimi being protective, the grid being a bunch of goofballs/down bad, some cursing, light pda

a/n -> this is a request based off of this ask! anon, i love you and thank you for sending in an ask so that i could write about one of my favorite drivers (can we also talk about long hair kimi like…) i hope y’all enjoy!

"who is that?"

a blonde peers around the garage, cocking his head as the figure strolls toward the row of paddocks. licking his lips, he folds his arms across his chest.

"i don't know, but whoever she is, she's gorgeous. absolutely stunning."

the object of sebastian vettel’s desire brings a phone to her ear, her plush lips parting, brow furrowing. whatever she was doing, she was deeply invested, as she stopped dead in her tracks to make the call.

the fellow drivers gather around the blonde, almost gawking. there was no doubt this woman was absolutely ethereal, the gentle rays of the morning sun accentuating her features. a pair of low rise jeans hung from her hips, a white long sleeve clinging to her torso. a luxurious purse hung from her shoulder, the bag accessorized with all sorts of trinkets and a bow.

the most striking aspect of her outfit was the pair of cowboy boots on her feet, the black leather worn from years of wear.

an interesting choice, especially in monaco, but it suited her.

she was regal, carrying herself with an aura that exuded dominance and grace. and to sebastian’s delight, she started to make her way in the direction of the red bull garage.

was she single? there sure wasn’t a ring on that left hand. but she could have opted to leave it at home, where it was protected from the public eye.

it was a gamble really.

and sebastian was more than willing to take his chances.

"do you think i could get her number?"

"you? please. you wouldn't stand a chance."

"come on nico," lewis hamilton, british driver for mercedes scoffs, rolling his eyes, "and you think you could?"

“well, i guess we could ask her if she’s ever been to paris—“

"you guys really know how to make me chuckle," another voice cuts in, his spanish accent seeping into every word, "a woman of that caliber? she probably wouldn't even look in your direction—"

"hi boys!" a chirp rings out through the red bull garage, "i'm looking for my husband. i tried calling his cell but i couldn't reach him. do y’all know where he is?"

her voice was sickeningly sweet, thick with the twang of an accent.

not just any ordinary accent.

an american accent, a drawl that sebastian only heard from one region of that country.

the south.

clearing your throat, you survey the array of men milling about in the garage. you recognize them all in an instant, as your husband had dotingly shown you photos over the years. before you stood fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, nico rosberg, and daniel ricciardo. an elite group of drivers, but they did not compare to the man you were searching for.

it wasn't even close.

you were looking for a finnish man, fair in complexion with fluffy, golden locks of hair. a hue that reminded you of sunlight pouring through the leaves of a forest. he was shorter in stature, but muscular, with piercing, icy blue eyes.

well, piercing to some, but to you, they were beautiful, brimmed with nothing but adoration and joy. often, you would gush to him about how his eyes were like the summer sky. he detested this, grumbling how they weren’t that special, but you could always make out a boyish grin, his dimples making an appearance.

taking a step back, sebastian studies you, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. as you give your name to nico, a bell rings in his head. he couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but it sounded familiar.

almost like he had heard it before. mentioned a few times, actually.

“who’s your husband?” fernando puckers his lips, placing his hands on his hips, “is he an engineer? a mechanic? part of the media?”

“he’s a driver.”

“a driver?” lewis’ eyes widen, “are you sure? we would remember one of our own bringing a woman like you around the—“

“will you all stop pestering my wife?”

a rumble from behind you earns a flinch from the drivers. swiveling on your heel, you feel your mouth curl into a dazzling grin.

“sugar! i’ve been looking all over for you! this place is a maze.”

sebastian can’t help but feel his mouth fall open as kimi räikkönen scoops you up into his embrace, squeezing you tightly against his chest. giggles erupt, bouncing off the walls as he peppers your face with kisses, a giddy squeal rising in your throat as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.

shaking his head, lewis almost can’t believe what he’s seeing, “you have got to be shitting me.”

“you’re telling me!” nico mutters, glaring at sebastian, he arches a brow, “is this the woman he’s been rambling about for months on end?”

“she is,” daniel clears his throat, finally finding his voice, “you guys didn’t put that together the second she started to speak? you can tell that woman has lived in texas all of her life. she’s wearing cowboy boots for fuck’s sake. you guys really amaze me sometimes.”

“well sorry we’re not all detectives like you!” fernando pouts, throwing his hands in the air, “we were all under the impression that—“

“the impression that i was just some helpless little bunny makin’ her way through?”

your snarky words cut through, sending a ripple of shock throughout the boys. their heads turn, pairs of eyes falling on you.

clicking your tongue, you raise a hand, pointing at sebastian, “y’all know it’s rude to stare, right? i could feel you watching me from a mile away.”

kimi wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, “why didn’t any of you let me know she was here?”

“they thought i was single,” you can’t help but feel a smirk begin to grow as the boys stutter, scrambling to find some sort of response that wouldn’t set kimi off any further.

“well that’s too bad,” finding your hand, kimi intertwines your fingers together, “because you’re my wife. you guys hear that? she’s mine. off. limits.”

“heard you loud and clear,” fernando flashes the finnish driver a thumbs up, “my apologies, kimi.”

“don’t apologize to me,” kimi snorts, “apologize to her.”

as the boys hang their heads, you can’t help but feel a chuckle tumble out as they start speaking in unison, like some schoolboys being chastised.

“we’re sorry.”

“that’s better,” tugging on your hand, kimi motions his head in the direction of his own garage, “come on, my love. let’s go.”

peering over your shoulder, you shoot the group one last wink, scrunching your nose slightly. giving them all a wave, you blow a kiss.

“it was nice to meet y’all! but if you’ll excuse me, i would like to be with my husband. hopefully you’ll all fare better on the track than how you court women. bye now!”

and as you walk away, kimi brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the gentle skin.

“i love you.”

linking your elbow with his, you lay your head on his shoulder, your heart cozy with bliss.

“and i love you, ice man.”

and for the rest of the day, the ice man would bear a radiant smile.

a sort of grin the rest of the grid had never seen before.

and that was all thanks to his cheerleader.

his wonderful, talented, smoke show of a cheerleader.

the one who happened to be not just any cheerleader, but his wife as well.

and if anyone wanted you?

well, that was too damn bad.

[backmarkerr]

[aquavierra]

So touch deprived, he needed to make a contact on track and ended up on top of Kimi.

[scuderiabangbon]

Happy Valentine’s Day simi nation!! ♥️♥️

art by @vetbwoah 🫶

[britney-rosberg06]

Completely random F1 Family Tree for u all

timeline? uh i made it the fuck up

Both Charles and Ollie were immaculately concepted yes

No Oscar and Max do NOT fuck with the idea that their dad is dating someone their age

Family Dinners must go so hard on the Merc side

Like on the Ferrari side it’s just pasta and catholic guilt

but Merc?? Oh blood is shedding

Roscoe is chilling with everyone so he wasn’t included

Is logan the product of an affair? is he secretly adopted? he and we will never know

based on this, who’s the paddock slut cuz i was gonna start by saying Nando-

[nikilaudasgayson]

Kimi bravely serving in the idgaf war 🫡

[rainbowintheskyf1]

merry christmas from the räikkönens. seriously, how adorable is this?!

x - from minttu’s instagram story

[raikkoberg]

[kittenkeke]

Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Räikkönen | Canadian GP | 2008

[kaunismies]

what kind of asshole drives a lotus?

[jungwnies]

the cat you didn't want | kimi räikkönen

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi raikkonen x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : kimi says he doesn't want a cat... clearly kimi is lying.

୨ৎ : genre : fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 486

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you didn’t exactly plan on bringing a kitten home. it just… happened. the little tabby was curled up outside the corner store in the rain, meowing like her life depended on it, and you—being you—couldn’t walk away.

kimi, however, was less than thrilled.

“i don’t like cats,” he had muttered flatly the moment you set the towel-wrapped bundle on the kitchen counter. “they scratch everything. they poop in a box. and they don’t even listen.”

you’d rolled your eyes and named her turbo out of spite.

for days, kimi kept his distance. he'd grumble whenever she got too close, mutter “great” under his breath when she knocked over something, and shoot you a pointed look every time he stepped on one of her toys.

but you weren’t blind.

you’d seen the way he paused in the hallway whenever she was napping on the windowsill. you’d heard him talking to her when he thought you were out of earshot—low, gruff sentences like, “you better not scratch my car seats,” and “why do you look like you pay rent?”

still, he insisted he didn’t like her.

which made it all the more hilarious when you came home early one afternoon and caught him red-handed.

the house was quiet. no tv. no music. just faint mumbling from the living room.

you rounded the corner and paused—blinking.

there was kimi. shirt slightly rumpled, socks mismatched, sprawled across the couch with turbo fast asleep on his chest.

worse? he was petting her. gently. absentmindedly. his fingers scratching just behind her ears while he whispered, “you’re lucky you’re small.”

you nearly burst out laughing.

“wow,” you said, biting back a grin. “you look so heartbroken about the cat situation.”

kimi’s head snapped up like you’d caught him committing a crime.

“i—she jumped up here.”

“right. and climbed your shirt and curled into your chest all on her own?”

he narrowed his eyes, but the kitten yawned—completely blowing his cover.

you walked over, plopped beside him, and poked his side. “you’re in love with her.”

“i am not,” he muttered, trying to adjust himself without disturbing her. “she’s warm. that’s all.”

“sure, kimi. just admit it. you like the cat.”

he looked at you. looked at the kitten. sighed like the weight of the world had hit him.

“maybe she’s… alright.”

you grinned. “aww. that’s finnish for ‘i love her more than life itself,’ isn’t it?”

he glared, but it was useless—especially when turbo nuzzled his jaw and started purring like an engine.

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “you’re both lucky i brought her home.”

kimi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. instead, he pulled you in with his free arm, now holding you and the cat in one sleepy pile.

he mumbled something in finnish under his breath, and you couldn’t help but smile.

grumpy. soft. completely whipped.

you, him, and the kitten he definitely didn’t want.

perfect little family.

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