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Ohhh, how I hate this bitch.

Thank you:

@ireallydontliketgewayyoulookatme

for the pictures

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Omg girl I hate Alex too

She is such a horrible person

Me as well. I mean, who the fuck even us she?

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I don't really like Alexandra. I don't believe that she is a good person

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Ohhh, how I hate this bitch.

Thank you:

@ireallydontliketgewayyoulookatme

for the pictures

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Hey could you maybe write sister leclerc in Mexico and Alex taking her to her favorite places

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

One day in Mexico

The sun was warm as it kissed the cobblestone streets of Mexico City, and Alexandra took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy that surrounded her. She glanced over at Yn, who was looking around with wide eyes, her face full of excitement and curiosity. Alexandra couldn’t help but smile—she’d been waiting for this moment ever since she and Charles had invited Yn to join them for the Mexico GP.

"Ready, Yn?" Alexandra asked, nudging her lightly.

"Yes!" Yn's voice bubbled with excitement, her eyes glimmering. "Where are we going first?"

"First stop: the markets," Alexandra said, winking. "I want to show you the real Mexico City."

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As they walked through the buzzing local market, Alexandra took the lead, navigating the stalls packed with colorful textiles, handmade jewelry, and fresh produce. Yn gasped, stopping to look at a stall filled with woven blankets in bright reds, blues, and yellows.

"This is amazing, Alex! It’s so vibrant here," Yn said, eyes wide as she took in the colors and scents surrounding her.

Alexandra chuckled, noticing how Yn was captivated by everything she saw. "I told you! The markets here are just incredible. And trust me, it’s even better when you try the food." She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Want to try some authentic street tacos?"

Yn grinned. "Lead the way!"

They made their way to a small taco stand, where the delicious aroma of fresh tortillas filled the air. Alexandra ordered two tacos each, explaining the toppings and sauces to Yn, who eagerly took her first bite.

"Oh my God, Alex," Yn said, her eyes widening with delight as she savored the flavors. "This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!"

Alexandra laughed. "Welcome to Mexico, where the food is life-changing." As Yn continued eating, Alexandra snapped a candid photo of her, capturing her joy. Yn didn’t notice, too absorbed in her taco.

After they finished their food, Alexandra took Yn to a jewelry stall. Yn was drawn to a delicate silver bracelet with tiny turquoise stones embedded in it.

"Try it on," Alexandra encouraged, reaching out to help Yn clasp it around her wrist.

Yn looked down, admiring it with a shy smile. "It’s so beautiful. I think Charles would love to see this."

"Oh, don’t worry," Alexandra said, smirking as she snapped another photo of Yn admiring the bracelet. "I’m making sure he gets all the highlights from today."

Yn blushed, laughing. "Are you secretly photographing me, Alex?"

"Maybe." Alexandra winked. "Can’t help it—you look too cute."

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Their next stop was the Frida Kahlo Museum. As they stepped inside, Yn’s eyes sparkled with wonder. She walked slowly, taking in the vibrant colors and personal artifacts that filled Frida’s old home. Alexandra watched her closely, pleased to see Yn so enchanted.

“Frida was such an icon,” Alexandra whispered as they stood before one of her famous self-portraits. “She lived fiercely, even when things got tough.”

Yn nodded, looking thoughtful. “I think I get it now. She put so much of herself into her work… It’s like she was sharing her soul.”

Alexandra put a hand on Yn's shoulder, smiling softly. “Exactly. Just like you—you have that same spirit, Yn.”

Yn blushed, her cheeks a soft pink. “Thanks, Alex. That really means a lot.”

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Later that afternoon, they wandered over to a small plaza filled with mariachi music and laughter. Yn was taking it all in, her face lit up with delight as she watched couples dancing and vendors selling colorful souvenirs. Alexandra was trying to snap another picture of her when a young man approached them, clearly intrigued by Yn.

“Hola, señorita,” he said smoothly, giving Yn a charming smile. “You look as beautiful as a sunset in the Mexican sky. Are you visiting?”

Yn’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and she stammered, “Uh, yes… Just for a few days.”

Alexandra stepped back, hiding a grin as she watched Yn struggle to respond to the young man’s flirtation. She crossed her arms, staying close but allowing Yn to have the moment.

“You must let me show you around then,” the young man continued, his smile never wavering. “There’s so much to see, and someone like you deserves the best tour.”

Yn bit her lip, looking flustered but flattered. “Oh, thank you. That’s… very kind of you.”

Alexandra finally stepped forward, placing a gentle but protective hand on Yn’s shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said, giving the young man a polite smile, “but we’ve got a busy day ahead of us. Maybe some other time?”

The young man nodded, looking slightly disappointed but respectful. “Of course. Enjoy your visit, señorita.”

Yn turned to Alexandra as soon as he walked away, her face still red. “Alex! I had no idea what to say! I’ve never been flirted with like that.”

Alexandra burst out laughing, pulling Yn into a quick hug. “You handled it well! But don’t worry—I had your back the whole time.” She pulled out her phone, flashing Yn a series of photos. “Look at you, totally flustered and adorable!”

Yn gasped. “You took pictures of that?!”

“Of course!” Alexandra grinned. “I have to send these to Charles. He’ll love them.”

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As the day wound down, they found a quiet café and sat down to enjoy some churros and hot chocolate. Yn sighed, looking out over the city with a contented smile.

“Today was incredible, Alex. Thank you so much,” she said, reaching over to squeeze Alexandra’s hand. “I feel like I got to see the real Mexico.”

“Anything for you, Yn,” Alexandra replied softly, squeezing her hand back. “We're sisters now, and I’ll always look out for you.” She took one last photo of Yn, who was smiling as the warm sunset cast a golden glow on her face.

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That evening, back at the hotel, Alexandra and Yn found Charles in the lobby, waiting for them with an eager smile. He stood up, pulling Yn into a hug.

“Did you have a good day with Alex?” he asked, his eyes soft with affection.

“The best day,” Yn replied, smiling up at him.

Alexandra beamed, pulling out her phone. “You have no idea, Charles. I took so many photos of your sister today—look.” She handed him the phone, scrolling through the images of Yn laughing, eating, admiring the bracelet, and even looking flustered after the guy flirted with her.

Charles looked up, an amused smile playing on his lips. “You really captured everything.”

“Oh, yes,” Alexandra said proudly, leaning her head on Yn’s shoulder. “Yn’s my baby now too.”

Yn laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re embarrassing me!”

Charles chuckled but paused when he saw the picture of the guy talking to Yn. “Wait…who’s that?”

Yn and Alexandra exchanged a glance, both trying to stifle their laughter.

“Oh, that’s just a guy who flirted with Yn,” Alexandra said casually, unable to hide her amusement.

Charles’s eyes widened, his face shifting into a look of pure, older-brother protectiveness. “What?! Someone flirted with you?!”

Yn giggled, nudging him playfully. “Relax, Charles! Alexandra was there the whole time.”

Alexandra smirked, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm. “I kept her safe, don’t worry.”

Charles shook his head, exasperated but laughing as he pulled them both into a hug. “You two are going to drive me crazy.”

Yn looked at Alexandra, both of them grinning, as Charles sighed dramatically.

“Totally worth it, though,” Alexandra whispered, giving Yn a wink.

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hi! Could you maybe do something like reader is Lando's baby sister and it's her first time at a GP so he shows her off to all the drivers?

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

- xoxo babygirl 🧡

Proud big brother

Lando was bouncing with excitement as he led his six-year-old sister, Y/N, through the paddock at the Silverstone Grand Prix. It was her first time attending a race weekend, and he was beyond thrilled to have her here. He'd been talking about it for weeks, sending her little videos of the track, the car, and the crowd. He’d told her everything he could think of to help her understand what a race weekend was like.

Today, though, seeing her tiny hand in his, wide-eyed with awe as she looked around, he felt a mix of pride and protectiveness. He was determined to make this the best day ever for her.

Lando grinned as they entered the McLaren garage, and his engineer shot him a look of amusement, clearly surprised to see him accompanied by someone so small.

“Y/N, meet the team!” Lando gestured with a grand sweep of his hand. “These guys keep my car fast and safe.”

Y/N looked around with big eyes, giving a shy wave, which earned a couple of chuckles from the engineers.

Just then, Lando spotted Carlos walking by, and his face lit up. “Oh! Y/N, you have to meet Carlos.” He crouched down beside her, whispering, “He used to be my teammate, and he's one of the nicest guys on the grid.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as Carlos approached, his expression softening immediately when he saw the young girl.

“Hola, Y/N!” Carlos crouched down to her level, extending his hand for a handshake. “I’m Carlos. I've heard so much about you already, niña"

Y/N giggled and shook his hand with both of hers, looking up at Lando as if to say, isn’t he cool?

Lando chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You know, Carlos is really fast too, just like me.”

“Like a race car?” she asked, eyes widening as she looked back at Carlos.

Carlos laughed. “Exactly like a race car. Maybe even faster than Lando.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Lando teased, giving Carlos a playful nudge.

As they chatted, the crowd around them started to notice the heartwarming scene. Cameras from media outlets and phones of fans began focusing on the Norris siblings. Lando noticed the flashing cameras and shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at Y/N, who was too enthralled with Carlos’s explanation of “how to go fast” to notice.

Oscar walked over, intrigued by the gathering. “Who’s this?” he asked, bending down to give Y/N a warm smile.

Lando's eyes sparkled with pride. “This is my little sister, Y/N.”

Oscar’s face lit up as he crouched beside her. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Oscar.”

Y/N looked up at Oscar, studying his soft hair, and before anyone could say a word, she reached out and began gently petting his head as if he were a small animal. She tilted her head, seemingly fascinated by the texture.

Oscar froze for a second, clearly surprised, but then he let out a soft laugh. “Guess I have soft hair, huh?”

Carlos burst out laughing, clapping Lando on the shoulder. “Looks like you’ve got some competition here, Lando. She’s already got a favorite driver.”

Lando’s face flushed, caught between amusement and a sudden urge to shield his sister from all the cameras and teasing.

“Y/N, don’t bother him too much,” he said gently, giving her a small, protective smile. “Oscar needs to save his energy for racing.”

Y/N giggled and looked back at Oscar, who just winked at her, clearly enjoying the attention. Lando could feel the eyes of the media zooming in on their little interaction, the moment drawing attention from fans and reporters alike.

Max strolled over, smirking when he saw the scene. “So, this is the famous Y/N I’ve heard so much about?”

Y/N looked up, wide-eyed. “You’re the one who’s always beating Lanno!” she said with innocent frankness, making all the drivers burst into laughter.

Lando groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Thanks, Y/N. I feel the love.”

Max chuckled, bending down so he was eye-level with her. “You know, it’s only because I have more experience,” he explained, trying to keep a straight face. "And because I'm just a bit better than he is right now," he teased gently.

Y/N tilted her head, looking from Max to Lando. “Will you beat him, Lanno?”

Lando nodded, trying to sound confident, though he was smiling at her earnest expression. “Of course I will, Y/N. I’m going to win a championship one day.”

Y/N’s face lit up with excitement, and she threw her arms around him. “You’re my favorite driver, Lanno!”

The other drivers couldn’t help but chuckle at the sweet interaction. Charles had joined the group by now, observing everything with an amused smile.

“Don’t worry, Lando,” Charles teased, folding his arms. “Y/N’s loyalty clearly lies with you.”

“Yeah, for now,” Carlos chimed in, smirking as he watched her go back to petting Oscar’s hair. “But give her a couple more races with us, and she might just change her mind.”

Lando rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. He gently tugged Y/N’s hand, leading her away from Oscar. “Alright, alright, don’t get too comfortable with my teammates. You’re here to support me, remember?”

Y/N nodded, but her attention was soon stolen by a nearby display of miniature cars in the McLaren hospitality area. She tugged on Lando’s sleeve, pointing at them with wide, sparkling eyes.

“Oh! Look, Lanno! Tiny race cars!”

Lando chuckled, letting her excitement distract him from his nerves about the media coverage. “Want to pick one out? Maybe we can find one that looks like my car.”

As she eagerly examined the toy cars, the other drivers exchanged grins, clearly entertained by Lando’s newfound protective side.

“Just wait until she wants to attend all the races,” Charles teased, nudging Lando. “You’ll be too busy babysitting to focus.”

“Right, and she’ll be rooting for Oscar,” Max added, giving Lando a playful shove.

Lando gave them all a playful glare. “You all wish,” he shot back. “She’s my number one fan, right, Y/N?”

Y/N looked up, clutching a toy car that she’d chosen. “Yep! Lanno is the best driver in the world!”

All the drivers exchanged looks of amusement, sharing a laugh, but Lando’s expression softened as he glanced down at his little sister. She didn’t understand the rivalry, the pressure, or the spotlight. To her, he was simply her big brother.

And in that moment, as he held her hand and watched her excitement, he realized that he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

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Hey could I request one where mini alonso meets the wags and takes a liking to Alexandra and lily zneimer.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Princess Make-Up

The paddock was alive with the familiar hum of engines, chatter, and clinking coffee cups, but today, something — or rather someone — was stealing the spotlight. Three-year-old Yn Alonso, sporting a pair of sparkly play high heels, oversized sunglasses, and a mini Disney handbag, strutted alongside her father, Fernando, with all the confidence of a seasoned model. The F1 paddock, usually reserved for roaring engines and serious faces, had suddenly transformed into her personal runway.

Fernando chuckled as he watched his little girl prance with exaggerated steps, clearly relishing in the attention. "Where did you learn to walk like that, mi princesa?" he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Yn pushed her sunglasses up her nose with a dramatic flair, barely glancing back at her father. "Papá, I'm busy. I need to get to my fans," she replied, her voice full of sass as she twirled around, causing a few members of the pit crew to chuckle.

As they made their way through the paddock, they encountered several drivers lounging around. Oscar, Lando, and Carlos were chatting near McLaren’s hospitality area when they spotted the duo.

"Well, well, who’s this little superstar?" Carlos grinned, kneeling down to Yn's level. "Can I get an autograph?"

Yn looked at him over the rim of her sunglasses, one eyebrow raised in an unintentional imitation of her father. "Hmmm, maybe later," she said nonchalantly, waving her tiny hand. "I’m busy right now."

Lando laughed. "I think you’ve been dethroned, Fernando. She’s got more attitude than half the drivers here."

Fernando took a sip of his espresso, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh, trust me, I know."

Just then, Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, walked over, giving Yn a warm smile. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little princess I’ve ever seen?”

Yn's face lit up. "Princess?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she took in Lily’s perfect hair and stylish outfit. She tugged on her father's sleeve excitedly. "Papá, she’s a princess!"

Lily crouched down, her eyes softening. “Of course I am. But I think you’re the real princess here.” She held out her hand, and Yn immediately placed her tiny hand in it, looking up at her in awe.

Yn took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We could be princesses together," she proposed, as if revealing a grand secret.

Lily laughed, absolutely charmed. "Oh, I would love that."

Seeing his daughter’s pure delight, Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned back, sipping his espresso with a relaxed smile. He hadn’t seen Yn this animated around anyone besides him.

As they continued their little princess chat, Yn noticed Lily had a compact mirror out, carefully touching up her lipstick. Intrigued, Yn dug into her tiny handbag and pulled out her wooden play makeup set, the pieces worn but clearly loved. She opened a pretend lipstick and began mimicking Lily’s movements with utter seriousness.

“Oh my gosh, is that your makeup set?” Lily asked, amused.

Yn nodded proudly. "Yup! This is my special makeup. It’s got sparkles," she explained, applying her invisible lipstick with practiced precision. "Do you like it?"

“I love it,” Lily assured her, applying her real lipstick while Yn kept at her imaginary one. The two of them giggled and compared "lipstick" shades, drawing quite the audience.

Lando crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with a look of fake jealousy. “What happened? I used to be Yn’s favorite,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

Oscar nudged him. “Mate, you’ve been replaced. Look at them — they’re a royal duo now.”

Carlos shook his head, sighing. "This is hard to watch," he said with a grin. "I don’t think we’ll ever be able to compete."

Fernando watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to the drivers' banter. "I guess you boys just don’t have what it takes," he said, chuckling.

Lily, noticing the crowd, gave Yn an encouraging look. “Should we show everyone our princess wave?”

Yn, always up for a new challenge, nodded. Together, they held their hands up in that classic royal wave, greeting the imaginary crowds. The drivers chuckled and applauded, while Yn, clearly delighted by the attention, curtsied as best as she could in her little heels.

After a while, Yn seemed to remember something very important. She ran over to her father, practically leaping into his arms. “Papá! Can Lily come with us forever?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Fernando raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Forever, hmm? Well, princesa, that might be a bit tricky. Lily has to stay with Oscar, remember?"

Yn looked over at Oscar, clearly considering this dilemma. She furrowed her little brow. "Hmm. Oscar can come too, I guess."

The entire group burst into laughter, with Oscar raising his hands in mock surrender. "Well, I don’t mind being part of the Alonso crew,” he said with a grin.

Lily smiled, patting Yn’s shoulder. “How about I come visit you as often as I can, okay?”

Yn nodded happily, seeming satisfied with this arrangement. She grabbed Lily’s hand and led her back to their “makeup session” while the drivers continued to watch, each one more smitten with Yn than the next.

Fernando took another sip of his espresso, a soft smile on his face. "Better get used to it, boys. She’s got the Alonso charm."

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What about Ollie x Russell!Reader. Maybe he has an extreme crush on her and everyone knows this. But Reader is very obvious so she doesn't. Poor Ollie is suffering so much, that even Geroge is helping him

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-xoxo babygirl ♥️

Schoolboy-crush

Las Vegas was a buzz of neon lights and roaring engines, the thrill of the Las Vegas GP filling the air as fans crowded around, eager for the race. George had been looking forward to this weekend, not just because of the race, but because he’d managed to convince his little sister, Yn, to come along for the first time. George had been telling the other drivers all about Yn, and when she finally arrived, his excitement was clear.

"Yn! Finally!" George called out as she joined the group of drivers. He wrapped an arm around her, grinning from ear to ear as he introduced her to the drivers. "Guys, this is my little sister, Yn."

The drivers greeted her warmly, but no one seemed quite as flustered as Ollie. As soon as Yn walked in, Ollie’s eyes had widened, and he’d barely managed a breath. She was even more beautiful than George had described. He swallowed, his palms a little sweaty as he stepped forward, trying to play it cool.

"Hi, Yn," Ollie stammered, giving her a nervous smile. "I, um, brought these for you." He held out a small bouquet of flowers he’d picked up on the way.

Yn's eyes lit up as she took the flowers. "Oh, Ollie! These are beautiful. Thank you!" She smiled brightly, her genuine excitement making Ollie’s heart practically jump out of his chest.

“Y-you’re welcome,” Ollie managed, his cheeks flushed as he struggled to find the right words. “It’s, uh, no problem.”

The other drivers smirked knowingly, exchanging glances. Charles, who was standing nearby, leaned over to Lando and whispered, "Looks like our boy’s smitten, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Lando replied, chuckling as Ollie stumbled over his words.

As the group walked toward the paddock, Ollie seemed determined to be by Yn’s side. He quickly offered to carry her bag, and despite Yn’s polite protests, he insisted, flashing her a shy smile as he slung her bag over his shoulder.

"Really, Ollie, you don’t have to carry my stuff," Yn said, laughing lightly.

"It’s no problem! Really, I—I want to help!" Ollie stammered, his face flushed.

George noticed Ollie’s eagerness and raised an eyebrow. He grinned, leaning in to whisper, "Smooth moves, Bearman.”

Ollie’s face went even redder, but he just nodded, determined. George chuckled, deciding that maybe a little help wouldn’t hurt. He gave Ollie a small nudge forward, encouraging him to talk to her.

As the day went on, Ollie never left Yn’s side. Whether it was fetching her a drink, offering her his jacket when she looked a bit chilly, or helping her navigate the paddock, he was constantly there. And each time she thanked him, he’d turn redder, unable to look her in the eyes for more than a few seconds before mumbling something incoherent.

During lunch, the group sat down, with Ollie and Yn across from each other. Charles noticed Ollie sneaking glances at Yn every few seconds, his face still flushed. Taking pity, Charles decided to give him a little boost.

"So, Yn, did you know Ollie’s quite the genius when it comes to racing strategy?" Charles said, giving Ollie a subtle wink.

Ollie’s eyes widened in panic, and he stammered, "Oh, I—I mean, I’m not that good…"

Yn looked genuinely interested. "Really? That’s amazing! I’d love to hear about it."

Ollie’s mind seemed to short-circuit for a moment, his brain scrambling to think of something intelligent to say. "Uh…well…th-there’s, um, a lot of…strategy…"

The group burst into laughter at his awkwardness, but Yn gave him an encouraging smile, making his heart race even faster.

The afternoon went by in a blur. Ollie continued to be by Yn's side, clearly under her spell. Every time she laughed at his jokes—even the not-so-funny ones—he'd blush like crazy, almost dropping whatever he was holding in the process.

George finally took Ollie aside, patting him on the back with a sympathetic smile. "Listen, Ollie. Just be yourself. She likes you as you are. Trust me."

“R-really?” Ollie asked, eyes wide with hope.

“Yes, mate,” George chuckled. “Just… you might want to relax a bit. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack at this rate.”

That evening, as the sun began to set over the track, Yn was standing outside, taking in the sight of the glistening Las Vegas skyline. Ollie, spotting her alone, took a deep breath, gathering up his courage as he walked over to her.

“Yn,” he said softly, almost surprising himself that he managed to speak without stumbling over his words. “I—I, um, wanted to say that… you’re… you’re really wonderful.”

Yn turned to him, her smile gentle as she took in his nervous expression. “Ollie, you’re so sweet. Really, thank you for everything today. You’ve been amazing.”

And before he could even process what was happening, she leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Ollie’s face turned bright red, his brain seeming to freeze as he tried to process what had just happened. For a moment, he stood there, utterly silent, before mumbling, “Uh—um—wow.”

Yn gave him a soft smile, clearly amused by his reaction. “Goodnight, Ollie. See you tomorrow.” With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned.

It took Ollie a few moments to snap out of his daze, but when he did, he practically sprinted over to where Charles and the others were waiting.

"Charles! She—she kissed me on the cheek!" Ollie’s face was still bright red, his eyes wide with excitement. "She’s so… amazing. And kind. And—she smelled like… like flowers, I think."

Charles chuckled, patting Ollie on the back. “I know, mate. You’re smitten.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. "Honestly, we all saw this coming. You’ve had heart-eyes for her since the moment you met her."

Ollie grinned, barely able to contain his excitement. “She’s just… she’s perfect.” He turned back to Charles, his voice full of admiration. "What do you think I should do now?"

George, overhearing, walked over with a smirk. "Well, if you’re lucky, maybe Yn will be around for more races. Just keep being yourself, mate. I think she’s already noticed how much you care.”

Ollie looked up at him, a hopeful smile on his face. “Do you really think she does?”

George gave him a warm smile. “Oh, I’m pretty sure, Ollie. Just take things slow. You’ve got plenty of time.”

As they all stood there together, Ollie couldn’t help but smile to himself, his heart racing with excitement as he thought about Yn. It was a good night in Las Vegas. And who knew what tomorrow would bring?

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What about George x Carmen x Hamilton!reader. She shows them the beauty of Brasil, and they all enjoy their time together, being in love with each other. Can you please make her fluent in Portuguese?🇧🇷💚

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-xoxo babygirl 💚

Brasil, o quanto eu amo (Brasil, how much I love you)

The Brazilian sun poured golden light over the sands of Praia do Forte, casting a warm glow over the ocean waves. George stretched out on a beach towel, Carmen nestled beside him, and Yn lying on his other side. Carmen’s arm was securely wrapped around Yn’s waist, and George’s hand occasionally brushed over her shoulder, holding her close. They were a perfect picture of relaxation—yet just beneath that was a bubbling excitement, the thrill of experiencing something entirely new together.

"Can you believe this place?" George murmured, his blue eyes scanning the beach before settling on Yn. “You know, I thought Monaco was paradise, but Brazil might just have it beat.”

Yn laughed, the sound bright and infectious. "That’s what I’ve been telling you both! Brazil has its own kind of magic." She shifted, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on George's arm. “And this is only the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Carmen leaned in, pressing a kiss to Yn’s cheek. "Then we’re in for an unforgettable trip," she whispered, her fingers curling around Yn’s waist just a little tighter. "You always know the best places to take us."

Yn’s cheeks flushed under Carmen’s touch and George’s gaze. She felt her heart skip, warmth blooming in her chest. This vacation had already been wonderful, but getting to show George and Carmen her favorite places in Brazil—her home—was something else entirely.

“Alright, so what’s next on the itinerary, love?” George asked, grinning. “You’ve got us hooked.”

Yn smiled, pulling away just enough to look at them both, her eyes dancing with excitement. “How about a bit of adventure? There’s a hidden waterfall not too far from here that barely anyone knows about. The hike there is through the rainforest—sound good?”

“Absolutely,” Carmen replied eagerly. “Anything you want to show us, we’re game.”

“Then let’s go!” Yn jumped to her feet, holding out her hands for George and Carmen, helping them up as they laughed and gathered their things.

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The rainforest was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, every step taking them deeper into the lush greenery. Yn led the way, effortlessly translating the occasional signs and pointing out the different plants and animals they encountered.

“Do you hear that?” Yn asked, pausing and tilting her head. Faintly, the sound of rushing water echoed through the trees. “We’re close.”

George slipped his hand into Yn’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Lead on, princess,” he said softly, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

Yn felt her heart flutter, glancing at Carmen, who had fallen in step on her other side, her hand resting on Yn’s waist as they walked. Carmen gave her a soft, knowing smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Yn’s lips.

They emerged from the trail to a breathtaking view. A secluded waterfall tumbled down into a crystal-clear pool surrounded by thick jungle. Sunlight streamed through the canopy above, casting dappled light over everything.

“It’s incredible,” Carmen breathed, her gaze sweeping over the scene before settling on Yn. “Thank you for bringing us here, Yn. I can’t imagine seeing this with anyone else.”

“Yeah,” George agreed, wrapping an arm around Yn’s shoulders. He bent down, brushing his lips against hers in a lingering kiss. “Thank you for sharing this with us. You really know how to make everything feel special.”

Yn smiled between them, feeling the weight of their words and their love all around her. “You’re both so easy to impress,” she teased, her voice soft. “But there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you two.”

Carmen leaned in, resting her forehead against Yn’s, her fingers tracing Yn’s jaw as she murmured, “Then let’s enjoy every moment of it together.”

---

As the afternoon wore on, the three of them lounged beside the pool beneath the waterfall, dipping their feet in the cool water and soaking up the sun. Yn showed them how to greet others in Portuguese, taught them phrases to navigate the markets, and laughed as George tried—and failed—to imitate her accent.

“Como vai, George?” Yn asked, grinning as she tested him on the simple Portuguese phrase for “how are you?”

George furrowed his brows in concentration, repeating, “Como vai?” as he attempted to match her tone.

Yn giggled. “You’re getting better! By the end of this trip, you’ll be speaking like a Brazilian.”

“Only because I have the best teacher,” he replied, leaning forward to brush his lips over hers.

Carmen clapped her hands together. “Alright, my turn!” She smiled at Yn, eager to impress her. “How do you say, ‘I’m falling more in love with you every day’?”

Yn’s heart melted at the request. She took a breath and repeated softly, “Estou me apaixonando mais por você a cada dia.”

Carmen whispered the phrase back, her voice low, and kissed Yn again, sealing her words with her touch. George watched them with a tender smile, his hand resting over Yn’s on the warm rock where they sat.

As they lingered by the waterfall, laughter and kisses flowing freely, Yn thought of how much Brazil had always meant to her—and how much it now meant to share it with the people she loved.

[famouscreationtimemachine]

Reader having girlnight with her friends and coming home drunk. So Lewis takes care of her, pampering her and bring her to bed. Please make it fluff

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

A Loving Night In

The night air was cool as Yn stepped out of the taxi, her heels clinking on the pavement as she staggered slightly, giggling. Her friends had insisted on making it a late night out, a girls' night filled with laughter, cocktails, and stories from the week. She had thoroughly enjoyed it, but now, as the alcohol buzzed through her veins, she realized how late it had gotten.

She fumbled for her keys, and after a few seconds of fumbling, finally managed to open the door. As she stepped inside, the warmth of the house hit her, and she sighed in relief. But just as she was about to close the door behind her, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway.

"Y/N?" a deep, calm voice called out from the darkened living room.

Her heart skipped a beat. Lewis.

"Baby?" she slurred, trying to focus her vision on his tall figure that was slowly stepping toward her, his expression a mixture of concern and fondness.

"Hey, you're home late," he said, his eyes scanning her for any signs of trouble. "Are you okay?"

She nodded vigorously, though her balance wasn't as steady. "I’m fine! Just... having fun with the girls!" She smiled, her words a little too loud for the quiet house. "You miss me?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening with affection. "Always." He stepped closer, taking her by the arms gently to steady her when she swayed.

"How much have you had to drink, hm?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, as he led her into the living room.

"Maybe a little too much..." she giggled, giving him a lopsided grin. "But they made me, Lew! You know how they are!"

He smiled softly, brushing her hair from her face. “I know,” he said, but his tone was gentle, his fingers touching her forehead, noting how warm she was. "Come on, let's get you settled, yeah?"

She sighed dramatically, leaning against him for support. "I’m so tired, Lew... you’re so nice... always taking care of me." She blinked up at him, smiling dazedly.

He laughed, his hands going to her shoulders. “That’s what I’m here for, love,” he murmured. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

Yn’s feet dragged as Lewis gently guided her toward the bathroom. She leaned her head against his arm, feeling the world spin just a little. “I can walk,” she insisted, though it was clear she could hardly stand straight.

“I’m not in a rush, baby,” he said softly, supporting her with his arm around her waist. “Just let me take care of you tonight.”

She nodded and followed him to the bathroom, leaning on him for support as he helped her sit on the edge of the tub. Lewis knelt in front of her, his hands tender as he carefully untangled the knots in her hair. “Alright, let’s get you out of this dress, yeah?”

Yn lifted her arms up, grinning like a child. “Are you gonna undress me, Lew?”

His face softened with love as he pulled the dress over her head, making sure she was comfortable. “I’m just helping you, love. You’ve had a long night.”

She giggled and gave him a playful shove. “You’re so sweet.”

He chuckled softly and helped her stand up, then helped her into the shower. The water ran hot as he adjusted the temperature, making sure it wasn’t too hot for her. “Alright, let’s get you clean, love,” he said, reaching for the body wash and lathering it between his hands.

Yn closed her eyes, letting the warm water hit her face, the scent of lavender filling the air. She leaned back against the tiles, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Mmm… feels so good.”

Lewis took his time, being careful as he rubbed the body wash over her skin, his touch gentle and slow. “You always smell so good,” he murmured, rinsing the soap from her body.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world," she slurred, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze.

“Only the best for you, babe,” he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too…” she mumbled, leaning her head back against the wall.

Once he was sure she was rinsed off and ready, he gently guided her out of the shower, wrapping her in a fluffy towel and helping her dry off. “Okay, time for bed now,” he said softly, drying her hair as she hummed in contentment.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” she asked, a little too innocently.

“Of course I will,” Lewis chuckled, taking her hand as he led her to the bedroom.

He helped her into a soft oversized T-shirt of his that she loved to wear when she was at home. “There you go,” he said, smoothing out the fabric. “Comfy?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, her head already drooping as she climbed under the covers.

Lewis smiled as he tucked her in, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. “Stay with me tonight, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and drowsy.

“Always,” he replied, sitting down next to her on the bed. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling a glass of water and a plate with a small sandwich. “Here, you need to eat something, and drink some water.”

Yn blinked at the food for a moment before letting out a little giggle. “You’re really taking care of me, aren’t you?”

“Always,” Lewis repeated, his eyes warm as he handed her the sandwich. “You need to stay hydrated, babe. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

She took a small bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly. “You’re the best,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut as she finished the water he gave her.

He tucked the blanket around her more snugly and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I know, I know.” He smiled, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “But you’re the best, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Mmm…” she hummed softly, curling into him as she reached out to pull him closer. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world, Lew.”

“I’m your favorite, huh?” he asked with a teasing smile, though his heart was swelling with love for her.

“Always,” she whispered, her voice trailing off as she drifted into a peaceful, alcohol-induced sleep.

Lewis watched her for a moment, his heart full of love and contentment. He could never get enough of taking care of her, of being the one she could count on when she needed someone. She was everything to him, and nothing in the world could change that.

With a smile on his face, Lewis carefully crawled into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She sighed happily as she nestled against him, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

As the world outside quieted, Lewis and Yn fell into a peaceful sleep together, the night filled with love, tenderness, and the knowledge that no matter what, they’d always have each other.

[famouscreationtimemachine]

I love the Ollie x Kimi x Norris!reader story. Can you write one where they are in Vegas and the three of them were seen in a chapel, all dressed up. Lando is losing his mind. You can decide the ending for yourseld😅🥰

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Vegas weeding

It was a scorching hot night in Las Vegas, and the F1 paddock was buzzing with excitement as the drivers, team personnel, and fans gathered for the inaugural Las Vegas Grand Prix. The neon lights, the towering casinos, and the iconic Strip were all within sight of the circuit, making it one of the most exciting weekends in recent memory.

Yn, Lando’s 18-year-old sister, had managed to score a spot in the paddock for the event, thanks to Lando’s influence. Despite being a huge F1 fan, she never truly cared about the spotlight or the glamorous side of it all. She was happy to simply be with her brother and enjoy the race weekend. But today, something felt different. Yn was hanging out with Kimi and Ollie , two of her closest friends.

The three of them were laughing as they left the paddock after the race, sharing a moment of happiness while Lando made his way through the crowd. His eyes caught sight of them, and his jaw clenched when he saw how close they were standing. Kimi’s hand rested lightly on Yn’s shoulder, while Ollie was standing just a step behind her, clearly enjoying the conversation. Lando had noticed the flirting all day, and his protective instincts kicked in.

“Kimi! Ollie! Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” Lando muttered under his breath as he walked up to the group.

“Lando! Didn’t see you there!” Ollie grinned, not at all fazed by Lando’s less-than-impressed expression. He leaned in to give Yn a playful nudge, which only made her giggle.

Lando’s eyes narrowed. “Yn, are you—? Seriously, guys?” His voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance.

“What’s up, Lando?” Kimi asked, glancing over at the older Norris with a smirk. “Just having a good time. You should join us.”

“You two are too... close,” Lando said, his tone protective. He took a step toward his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know you’ve been friends forever, but maybe lay off a bit? She’s my little sister, alright?”

Ollie raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Lando’s being overprotective, huh? You know, she’s grown up now.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, Ollie,” Lando shot back, his eyes still on his sister. Yn, for her part, looked unfazed. She was used to Lando’s protectiveness, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention from Kimi and Ollie.

Kimi laughed, crossing his arms. “Don’t worry, mate. We were just having a bit of fun. Nothing serious.” He then shot Ollie a sly grin, and Ollie returned the look with a shrug.

“Well, let’s not get carried away,” Lando said, still not convinced. The teasing between the three younger drivers made him feel uneasy. “I don’t like this.”

The others, sensing Lando’s discomfort, decided to take it up a notch. Carlos, who had been standing nearby, leaned over and whispered, loud enough for Lando to hear, “Ollie and Kimi... what’s going on there, Lando? Are we going to be seeing wedding invitations anytime soon?”

Lando shot him a glare, but the other drivers joined in, laughing and adding to the teasing.

“Yeah, Lando. You might be an uncle soon,” Max chimed in, chuckling at the thought.

Lando’s face flushed. “Shut up. I’m not joking, alright? I’m seriously not okay with this.”

“Don’t worry, mate. She’s tough. And so are we,” said Oscar, grinning as he slapped Lando on the back.

But it wasn’t just the teasing that bothered Lando; it was the idea that his little sister might be growing up faster than he was ready for. His thoughts swirled with concern for her safety, her happiness, and everything in between.

A few hours later, just as the Las Vegas lights began to twinkle against the night sky, the entire paddock was hit with a sudden flurry of photos on social media. The images spread like wildfire, with fans and journalists alike flooding the timeline.

Lando’s phone buzzed incessantly, but it wasn’t until he glanced down at his screen that he saw the photos. Yn, Kimi, and Ollie were standing in front of a wedding chapel, all dressed up in formal attire—Yn in a white dress, Kimi in a sharp suit, and Ollie looking every bit the dashing gentleman.

“What the hell?” Lando exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. “Are they serious?!”

The other drivers crowded around him, their eyes glued to the images on Lando’s screen.

“Okay, what did we miss?” Carlos asked with a smirk. “Is there a wedding on the cards or what?”

“I swear, if they got married—” Lando began, but was immediately cut off by Oscar.

“Wouldn’t put it past them,” Oscar teased. “I mean, look at that picture. They’re practically all ready for a Vegas wedding!”

Lando clenched his jaw. “I’m not letting this slide. Not on my watch.” He immediately stood up, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. “Where’s the chapel? I’m going to make sure they’re okay.”

“Wait, what?” Max asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

“We’re going to the chapel. I’m getting my sister,” Lando said firmly. “Come on, some of you are coming with me. We’re not letting this go down like this.”

The other drivers hesitated for a moment, before nodding in agreement, clearly amused but willing to help out. Lando, Max, and Oscar hopped into a car, with Carlos following them in another, all speeding toward the chapel. They exchanged worried glances, but it was clear that Lando’s protective streak was not something anyone was going to question tonight.

Meanwhile, Yn, Kimi, and Ollie were inside the chapel, talking to a group of fans who had invited them as witnesses to their wedding. It was a completely innocent and heartwarming gesture from the fans who adored the young drivers. The couple had asked Kimi, Ollie, and Yn to witness their vows as a fun, surprise element to their special day, something the three were more than happy to do.

“I’m so happy you guys agreed to come,” the bride, a bubbly woman with a huge smile, said, turning to Kimi, Yn, and Ollie. “We just wanted a couple of fun, cool people to make this day even more memorable.”

Kimi grinned and nodded. “Of course! It’s an honor.”

Ollie added, “And we get to be part of a wedding! Not something we get to do every day.”

Yn smiled and looked around the small chapel. “This is so sweet. You guys must be so happy.”

Just then, the chapel doors slammed open. Lando, Max, and Oscar stormed inside, their eyes scanning the room. They were clearly confused, unsure if they’d walked into a real wedding or if they had just arrived at a strange party.

“Yn!” Lando shouted, looking like he was ready to jump out of his skin.

Yn looked up and blinked in surprise. “Lando? What are you doing here?”

“What’s going on here?” Lando’s eyes darted between Kimi, Ollie, and his sister. His gaze softened slightly, but his concern was evident. “You didn’t... actually get married, did you?”

“No!” Kimi said quickly, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture. “It’s not like that, mate. These guys just invited us to witness their wedding.”

“They invited us to be witnesses,” Ollie added, smiling at the bride and groom.

Lando’s shoulders sagged in relief, though his protective frown didn’t quite disappear. “You seriously couldn’t tell me you were just... hanging out with the couple’s wedding plans? I thought you three were—”

“Don’t worry, Lando,” Max interrupted with a smirk. “Your sister’s not married yet. But maybe soon, huh?”

Lando shot Max a glare. “Don’t start, Verstappen.”

“We’re just witnesses,” Yn said with a soft laugh, still trying to process her brother’s dramatic arrival. “You can relax, Lando.”

Lando crossed his arms over his chest, still looking unconvinced. “Yeah, yeah, just making sure. No funny business, alright?”

“Nothing funny here, mate,” Kimi chuckled. “Now, why don’t you join the celebration? It’s a wedding, after all.”

Reluctantly, Lando sat down next to his sister. As the wedding ceremony began, he leaned over and whispered to her, “Just promise me you won’t get any crazy ideas, okay?”. He threw his arm over her shpulder, pulling her close to himself while shooting Ollie and Kimi a look that could kill them.

Yn rolled her eyes but smiled. “Relax, Lando. It’s just a wedding. You need to lighten up.”

As the vows were exchanged, Lando couldn’t help but feel a little better, knowing that his sister was safe. And maybe, just maybe, he was overreacting... a little.

But then again, he would always be her big brother. And that meant he’d always have her back—whether it was a wedding chapel or anything else that came their way.

[famouscreationtimemachine]

So after the whole Brazil GP weekend, I have to say that the drivers were so funny to watch during the whole "will there be a qualifying or not".

What about driver!reader that does something crazy during the whole thing. And afterwards she is sleeping by the tyres, because it's the warmest place to be.

Thank you <3333333

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

- xoxo babygirl 💙

Umbrella

It was Saturday afternoon at the Interlagos circuit, and the rain was relentless. The paddock was a mess of puddles, drenched engineers, and soaked fans who clung to their umbrellas, hoping for qualifying to start. The drivers waited in their motorhomes or huddled up in the pit garage, bantering, snacking, and desperately trying to stay warm. Every few minutes, the announcement would come over the speakers, postponing the start of qualifying yet again due to the downpour.

Max stretched his legs, leaning against the wall in the Red Bull garage. "You know, maybe they should let us race with jet skis at this point," he muttered, making a few of the mechanics chuckle.

Across the pit lane, Charles threw his head back with a laugh. "I’d like to see you try, Max!"

Just then, a slow, familiar beat started to play over the speakers. Boom, boom, ka… boom, boom, ka.

The drivers paused, exchanging confused glances as the unmistakable opening notes of Rihanna’s Umbrella played over the loudspeakers. But what really caught their attention was a ripple of excitement that surged through the crowd in the grandstands. The fans had all started pointing at something—someone—approaching from the back of the pit lane.

George squinted, “Is that…?”

Walking down the pit lane in a Red Bull jacket, drenched but looking determined, was Y/N, Red Bull’s first female racer, only 18 years old but with a spark and style that had everyone buzzing this season. She strutted through the puddles, the rain bouncing off her cap, her Red Bull mechanics flanking her like a squad, all clearly in on whatever she was planning.

The beat dropped, and as Rihanna’s voice filled the air, Y/N tossed her jacket off dramatically. With a grin, she and her mechanics began to move in sync to the music, just like Tom Holland’s legendary performance on Lip Sync Battle.

Carlos’ jaw dropped. “Are they—? No way!”

“Yep,” said Lando, unable to contain his laughter. “They’re doing the performance. Full send!”

As the first verse kicked in, Y/N spun, stepping through puddles with dramatic flourishes, her mechanics adding spins and claps that matched her every move. Fans cheered from the grandstands, chanting her name and holding up phones to capture every second.

Pierre and Esteban, usually rivals on and off the track, were both doubled over with laughter, cheering her on. “This is the best thing that’s happened all weekend,” Esteban said, wiping away a tear.

Max crossed his arms, nodding approvingly, “Respect. That’s commitment right there.”

Meanwhile, the Ferrari team leaned over the pit wall, watching in awe as Y/N absolutely nailed every move, the raindrops flying around her as if the storm itself was in on the performance. When she did the famous spin-and-drop move that Tom Holland had made famous, the entire pit lane erupted in applause and whistles.

“Look at her go!” Lewis called from Mercedes’ side, genuinely entertained. “She’s got the whole crowd captivated!”

Charles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Forget racing, maybe she should go into show business.”

Y/N laughed, locking eyes with the crowd as she sang along to the chorus: “Under my umbrella, ella, ella…” The fans joined in, their voices echoing around the pit lane. Her mechanics, committed to the bit, twirled their umbrellas above her as if choreographed for the rain.

After the song finished, Y/N and her mechanics took an exaggerated bow, soaking wet but absolutely buzzing with energy and laughter. She waved at the crowd, blowing kisses, as her team threw their arms around her, cheering and laughing.

When Y/N returned to the Red Bull garage, dripping wet and grinning ear-to-ear, Max extended a hug. “That was epic, Y/N. Never thought I’d see someone pull that off here.”

“Thanks, Max,” she said, hugging him tightly back. “Thought I’d keep everyone entertained since, well, looks like we’re stuck here.”

Lando wandered over from McLaren, still laughing. “You know, if F1 ever falls through for you, there’s a career in musical theatre waiting.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Y/N said, laughing. “I’ll just have to be a part-time singer and full-time driver.”

The rain continued to pour down, and with no sign of qualifying starting soon, the energy in the paddock started to wind down. After the performance, most of the drivers and team members settled back, some checking the radar, others chatting and relaxing.

About an hour later, Carlos spotted something odd. “Uh…guys?”

Everyone turned to see Y/N curled up beside a stack of tires in the Red Bull garage, fast asleep. She had her arms wrapped around one of the tires, using it as a pillow, completely oblivious to the rain and noise around her.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s hugging the tires. Guess they’re warmer than the rain.”

Max grinned, whispering, “She really is something, huh?”

Y/N’s mechanic, Luke, covered her with a spare Red Bull jacket, careful not to wake her. “Let her rest. She earned it after that show.”

Back in the grandstands, fans were still buzzing, sharing clips and photos of Y/N’s impromptu performance all over social media. The whole weekend might have been wet and chaotic, but for one afternoon, everyone—drivers, fans, and teams alike—had found a moment of pure, unexpected joy in the storm.

[famouscreationtimemachine]

Please, please, 6 some smutty Pierre x Kika x Yn. Yn is pretty innocent and naive. However, after Pierre made his girlfriends jealous at a party, Kika is the only one corrupting Yn, while Pierre has to sit and watch, but is not allowed to touch. I hope that makes sense <3

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

Attention: Smut

No Part 2!

Learn his lesson (Smut)

The soft hum of the jet's engines faded as Pierre, Kika, and Y/N stepped off the plane, finally back home after a long, chaotic weekend at the race. Pierre had his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, talking animatedly about some of his best laps and a few jokes he’d shared with his team. Kika, a few steps behind them, smiled at the pair—but beneath her calm expression, her eyes flashed with something more mischievous.

As they reached their home, Y/N smiled up at Pierre. “You were so good out there,” she said, resting her head against his shoulder as they settled on the sofa.

“Merci, mon amour,” Pierre replied, his voice smooth, dropping a soft kiss on her forehead before his gaze flicked over to Kika.

Kika raised an eyebrow, remembering the incident from the afterparty. A pretty woman had caught Pierre’s eye, and he hadn’t exactly been subtle. His flirtatious smiles and lingering touches had made both Y/N and Kika exchange knowing glances, though Y/N’s hurt expression had been enough to tip off Pierre that he’d crossed a line.

But Y/N, ever the forgiving one, was ready to let it slide. “Pierre,” she started softly, “maybe you could…apologize?”

He sighed, a smile playing on his lips as he took her hand in his. “Oh, cherie, you know I love you both. It was just harmless fun,” he said, looking between Y/N and Kika, who only smirked.

“Maybe it’s time you were reminded how things work around here,” Kika said, a playful edge to her voice. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway with a small, knowing smile.

Pierre’s eyes sparked with curiosity, intrigued by the shift in her tone. “Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that?” he asked, his gaze locked on hers.

“Just wait,” Kika replied, as if savoring the suspense. She took Y/N’s hand, pulling her close. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s show him.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, glancing between Kika and Pierre. “You mean…?”

Kika only gave her a reassuring smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, love.” Her voice softened. “Let’s remind him who he belongs to.”

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine as she let Kika lead her toward the bedroom, glancing over her shoulder at Pierre, who had taken a seat on the armchair, curiosity and anticipation dancing in his eyes.

Once they were settled, Kika turned to Y/N, cupping her face gently. “You’re too kind sometimes, you know that?” she whispered, her thumb brushing softly over Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N bit her lip, nervous but trusting. “I just…didn’t want him to feel bad.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Kika chuckled, her gaze flicking to Pierre, whose eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of him. “He’ll get his lesson."

"Now, Pierre. You can watch, you can enjoy, but you can't join or touch. Got it?" Kika stated with a big smile. Pierre's smirk dropped of his face, turning into one of confusion and shock. "What, but I-" "Ah-ah-ah, just watching"

And with that, Kika leaned in, her lips meeting Y/N’s in a soft, lingering kiss. Y/N gasped, feeling the warmth of Kika’s touch as her fingers traced gentle patterns along her jawline, down to her neck. Kika’s hand tangled in Y/N’s hair, her fingers stroking softly, bringing Y/N even closer.

Y/N’s cheeks burned, but she leaned into the kiss, feeling her heart pound as Kika’s hand slid down her arm, her touch light but electric.

Pierre watched, his breath catching as he saw the two women before him, their closeness intensifying with each passing second. The mischievous gleam in Kika’s eye made his skin prickle—she was always full of surprises, always one step ahead, challenging him.

Breaking the kiss, Kika’s gaze flicked up to Pierre, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Feeling jealous yet, Pierre?”

He chuckled, his voice low. "Yeah, very much,” he admitted breathlessly, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. " My girls look so beautiful together. I could watch you forever. But please let me help you make her feel good. Kika, you now I can��� he tried to desperately convince her.

"Oh, don't think you're off the hook," Kika shot back, her hands tracing Y/N's breasts as she placed another soft kiss on her neck, gently biting her, making Y/N shiver. "We’re just getting started"

Y/N’s breathing grew uneven, and she looked at Pierre with wide eyes, feeling Kika’s soft touches explore her skin. “Pierre…” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with an unspoken invitation.

“Yes, cherie?” he replied, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

Kika glanced over, her eyes playful. “Are you ready to apologize?”

Pierre didn’t even hesitate, holding her gaze, before answering. “Of course, anything you two want.”

Y/N, her cheeks flushed, leaned closer to Kika, a boldness sparking in her eyes as she glanced back at Pierre. “Too bad that we are just getting started.”

Pierre raised an eyebrow, feeling his heart race as he watched Kika and Y/N move together, their gentle touches, soft whispers, and smiles drawing him in even more.

Kika’s fingers intertwined with Y/N’s, guiding her hands gently, letting Y/N explore. Every brush of their fingers, every shared glance, sent a thrill through both of them—and Pierre, sitting there, was captivated by their dynamic, holding the arms of the chair with a hard grip.

“See, Pierre?” Kika murmured, her voice low and warm. “This is what you risk when you get too flirty.” She placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s shoulder, and Y/N closed her eyes, savoring the moment, feeling safe, loved, and confident in their embrace.

Before Pierre was able to respond, Kika switched their position, making Y/N sit on top of her. Kika pushed herself up, making the two girls sit now chest-to-chest with each other.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her cheeks a light red color. Kika removed her clothes quickly, before turning her attention back to her girlfriend.

She put her girlfriend back in her lap, before hovering her hands over her body. When Y/N gave her an encouraging nod, she slowly but surely started to take of her dress.

Pierre was sitting there with wide eyes, muttering a quiet "Fuck". Now more than ever did he regret to have flirted with another woman.

When she finally was fully naked, Kika's hand returned to Y/N face, gliding from her face to her chest, to her waist, pulling Y/N closer.

Kika kissed her again, her tongue pushing past Y/N lips and exploring the inside of her mouth. Kika's hands dropped from her waist to her hips, making her girlfriend rub herself on her lap.

The only sounds in the room where Pierre's hard breathing and the kissing sounds from his girlfriends. Without a moment of hesitation, Kika flipped to two over again, so Y/N was laying on her back again with Kika in-between her legs.

After another moment, Kika's lips left Y/N's and slowly trailed down to her chest. She presses a kiss in the spot between her breasts, before she cups Y/N breast and plays with her nipple. She turned her head to the other one, covering it her mouth and teasing it with her tongue, making Y/N moan.

Pierre was losing his mind with the sight of his girlfriends making out in front of him. He always enjoyed watching them, but today it was torture.

Kika turned her attention back to Y/N lips, kissing her like there was no tomorrow while guiding Y/N's hips to hump on her thigh.

Kika looked Pierre straight in the eyes and asked with a huge smirk while guiding Y/N's hips with one hand and the other one stroking her body. "And, did you learn your lesson yet?"

[famouscreationtimemachine]

Can you write a Yn Alonso story where George and her have a proper British tea party. Geroge tells Yn that she is now a true princess. .ame it fluff and cute 🙏😭❤️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Unky Georgie

Three-year-old Yn Alonso, the tiniest bundle of joy in the paddock, bounced on her toes as she held onto her uncle George’s hand. Her rose-colored dress swayed with every step, layers of tulle billowing around her like the gown of a true princess. She gazed up at George, her eyes wide and filled with excitement. Uncle George, or “Unky Georgie,” as she liked to call him, had promised her something very special that day while her dad, was away at a meeting. Today, Yn was going to have her very first Princess Tea Party.

George knelt down to her level, smoothing out her dress a bit. "Alright, Princess Yn," he said in a very serious tone, his British accent making her giggle, "are you ready for your royal tea party?"

Yn gasped, nodding her head enthusiastically. "Yes, Unky Georgie! I'm ready!" She clutched a tiny pink purse to her side, her other hand wrapped around his fingers.

"Right this way, Your Royal Highness," George said, guiding her to a little setup he’d created just for her near the back of the paddock. He had found a small table with two chairs and had decorated it with a pink cloth, a little flower in a vase, and a selection of pastries piled high on a plate. In the middle, he’d set a small teapot with a delicate floral design and two matching cups.

Yn’s eyes sparkled as she took in the scene. "It’s so pretty!" she gasped, looking up at George with a mixture of admiration and disbelief. "Is this… is this really for me, Unky Georgie?"

George nodded, his face lit with a proud smile. "All for you, Princess. Only the best for royalty, of course."

He held out her chair, and she carefully climbed onto it, smoothing out her dress like she’d seen princesses do in her favorite storybooks. Once she was settled, George took the seat opposite her. He poured “berry tea”—actually a bit of berry-flavored water he’d prepared—into each cup, trying his best to look as dignified as possible.

Yn picked up her cup carefully with both hands, peeking over the rim to look at George. "Do I look like a real princess, Unky Georgie?"

George smiled warmly, nodding. "You look like the most real princess I’ve ever seen." He raised his cup as if to toast. "To Princess Yn, ruler of the paddock kingdom!"

She giggled, clinking her tiny cup against his. "To the paddock kingdom!" she repeated, trying to sound very grand. Then she took a sip, her face lighting up at the taste of the berry water.

George took a pretend sip as well, lifting his pinky finger dramatically. "Now, tell me, Princess Yn, what does a real princess do at a tea party?"

Yn thought for a moment, scrunching up her nose. "Princesses talk about their… about their kingdom!" she decided. "And about the animals and… and the fairies and… and the horses!"

"Ah, yes," George said, nodding along. "Do you have many fairies in your kingdom, Princess?"

Yn nodded, her face very serious. "Lots! And they’re all pink and blue and sparkly, and they love tea parties. And they sing songs to the horses so they can go super fast!"

George chuckled, absolutely charmed by her imagination. "Just like your papa and his car! Maybe the fairies help him go super fast too?"

Yn’s eyes lit up. "Yes! Papa has fairies too. And… and maybe you have fairies, Unky Georgie!"

George gasped in mock surprise. "You think so? Maybe that's why I’m so fast!"

Yn giggled and reached for a tiny pastry from the plate. It was almost too big for her little hands, but she managed, taking a small bite and grinning at the taste. "Mmm, this is my favorite," she declared with her mouth full, looking at George as if they were in on a big secret.

"I'm glad, Princess. We have to keep the royal princess well-fed, after all." George pretended to munch on one of the pastries, savoring it dramatically. "These are delicious! Fit for a queen."

Yn looked delighted, holding her little pastry like it was made of gold. She glanced around as if worried someone might interrupt their special party. "Do you think Papa will come soon?"

George took her little hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Don’t worry, Princess Yn. He'll be here soon. And when he sees you looking so beautiful in your princess dress, I bet he’ll be so happy he might even want to join the tea party."

Yn’s eyes widened at the thought. "You think so? Papa will be a prince with us?"

"Absolutely," George replied confidently. "And you know what? He might even want to be your knight, protecting the kingdom."

Yn looked at him with all the wonder of a little girl who thought her papa was already the greatest knight in the world. "Papa would be the best knight!"

Just then, a familiar voice called from nearby. "What's going on here?" Fernando had returned from his meeting, and the sight before him nearly stopped him in his tracks. There was his daughter, perched like a little princess in her rose-colored dress, holding court over a tea party with her “Unky Georgie.”

Fernando’s heart melted instantly. He walked over, a soft smile spreading across his face as he took in the joy radiating from Yn’s face.

"Papá!" Yn squealed, jumping up and running to him, her arms open wide. Fernando scooped her up into a big hug, her tiny fingers clutching his neck. "Look, Papá! I’m a real princess now!" she declared, pulling back to show him her dress.

Fernando looked at George with a soft chuckle, his eyes full of gratitude. "A real princess, huh?" he asked, looking back at Yn with admiration. "Did Uncle Georgie make you a princess today?"

Yn nodded with pride. "Yes! And we had tea and pastries, and he said I have a kingdom with fairies!"

"That sounds wonderful, mi amor," Fernando murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’m so happy you had fun."

George stood up, giving Fernando a mock bow. "Well, I was merely following orders from Her Royal Highness."

Fernando laughed, shaking his head. "Thank you, George. This was… perfect." He looked back at Yn, his face full of love. "You know, Princess, if you need a knight, your papa is always ready for the job."

Yn’s face lit up, and she reached for Fernando’s hand. "Can we all have tea together? All of us, Papá?"

"Of course," Fernando said with a smile, taking a seat beside her and picking up one of the tiny tea cups. "For my princess, I’ll do anything."

George grinned, raising his cup again. "To Princess Yn, ruler of all the fairies and horses in the paddock kingdom."

Yn raised her cup with a giggle. "And to Papá, my best knight ever!"

As they sipped their “tea” together, Yn looked up at her father and uncle, feeling like the happiest princess in the world. And for Fernando, seeing his little girl so full of joy made him feel like the luckiest dad in the world.

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Hey could I request one where mini alonso meets the wags and takes a liking to Alexandra and lily zneimer.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

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Princess Make-Up

The paddock was alive with the familiar hum of engines, chatter, and clinking coffee cups, but today, something — or rather someone — was stealing the spotlight. Three-year-old Yn Alonso, sporting a pair of sparkly play high heels, oversized sunglasses, and a mini Disney handbag, strutted alongside her father, Fernando, with all the confidence of a seasoned model. The F1 paddock, usually reserved for roaring engines and serious faces, had suddenly transformed into her personal runway.

Fernando chuckled as he watched his little girl prance with exaggerated steps, clearly relishing in the attention. "Where did you learn to walk like that, mi princesa?" he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Yn pushed her sunglasses up her nose with a dramatic flair, barely glancing back at her father. "Papá, I'm busy. I need to get to my fans," she replied, her voice full of sass as she twirled around, causing a few members of the pit crew to chuckle.

As they made their way through the paddock, they encountered several drivers lounging around. Oscar, Lando, and Carlos were chatting near McLaren’s hospitality area when they spotted the duo.

"Well, well, who’s this little superstar?" Carlos grinned, kneeling down to Yn's level. "Can I get an autograph?"

Yn looked at him over the rim of her sunglasses, one eyebrow raised in an unintentional imitation of her father. "Hmmm, maybe later," she said nonchalantly, waving her tiny hand. "I’m busy right now."

Lando laughed. "I think you’ve been dethroned, Fernando. She’s got more attitude than half the drivers here."

Fernando took a sip of his espresso, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh, trust me, I know."

Just then, Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, walked over, giving Yn a warm smile. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little princess I’ve ever seen?”

Yn's face lit up. "Princess?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she took in Lily’s perfect hair and stylish outfit. She tugged on her father's sleeve excitedly. "Papá, she’s a princess!"

Lily crouched down, her eyes softening. “Of course I am. But I think you’re the real princess here.” She held out her hand, and Yn immediately placed her tiny hand in it, looking up at her in awe.

Yn took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We could be princesses together," she proposed, as if revealing a grand secret.

Lily laughed, absolutely charmed. "Oh, I would love that."

Seeing his daughter’s pure delight, Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned back, sipping his espresso with a relaxed smile. He hadn’t seen Yn this animated around anyone besides him.

As they continued their little princess chat, Yn noticed Lily had a compact mirror out, carefully touching up her lipstick. Intrigued, Yn dug into her tiny handbag and pulled out her wooden play makeup set, the pieces worn but clearly loved. She opened a pretend lipstick and began mimicking Lily’s movements with utter seriousness.

“Oh my gosh, is that your makeup set?” Lily asked, amused.

Yn nodded proudly. "Yup! This is my special makeup. It’s got sparkles," she explained, applying her invisible lipstick with practiced precision. "Do you like it?"

“I love it,” Lily assured her, applying her real lipstick while Yn kept at her imaginary one. The two of them giggled and compared "lipstick" shades, drawing quite the audience.

Lando crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with a look of fake jealousy. “What happened? I used to be Yn’s favorite,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

Oscar nudged him. “Mate, you’ve been replaced. Look at them — they’re a royal duo now.”

Carlos shook his head, sighing. "This is hard to watch," he said with a grin. "I don’t think we’ll ever be able to compete."

Fernando watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to the drivers' banter. "I guess you boys just don’t have what it takes," he said, chuckling.

Lily, noticing the crowd, gave Yn an encouraging look. “Should we show everyone our princess wave?”

Yn, always up for a new challenge, nodded. Together, they held their hands up in that classic royal wave, greeting the imaginary crowds. The drivers chuckled and applauded, while Yn, clearly delighted by the attention, curtsied as best as she could in her little heels.

After a while, Yn seemed to remember something very important. She ran over to her father, practically leaping into his arms. “Papá! Can Lily come with us forever?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Fernando raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Forever, hmm? Well, princesa, that might be a bit tricky. Lily has to stay with Oscar, remember?"

Yn looked over at Oscar, clearly considering this dilemma. She furrowed her little brow. "Hmm. Oscar can come too, I guess."

The entire group burst into laughter, with Oscar raising his hands in mock surrender. "Well, I don’t mind being part of the Alonso crew,�� he said with a grin.

Lily smiled, patting Yn’s shoulder. “How about I come visit you as often as I can, okay?”

Yn nodded happily, seeming satisfied with this arrangement. She grabbed Lily’s hand and led her back to their “makeup session” while the drivers continued to watch, each one more smitten with Yn than the next.

Fernando took another sip of his espresso, a soft smile on his face. "Better get used to it, boys. She’s got the Alonso charm."