#lando/martin

[f1-disaster-bi]

When he finally got a moment to himself, Lando was champagne soaked and exhausted.

The adrenaline of everything was still buzzing under his skin. He felt dizzy with it as he stared at the trophy resting on the floor in front of him as he lay back against the wall of his drivers room.

Jon had managed to get him a few sorely needed moments alone, and Lando was finally able to do what he had wanted to since he had crossed the finish line to bring it all home.

"Liefje", Martin's voice crackled over the speaker of his phone.

His face filled the little screen. Eyes bright and smile just as kind as Lando remembered.

"Marty", Lando started to chike out but seeing Martin knocked something loose inside him and those happy tears bubbled up once more.

"Oh liefje", Martin spoke softly, keeping his tone nice and calm, "I am so proud of you. You did so well, Lando. You showed them all what you're made of. You won the race and brought home the constructors. My brilliant Lando"

"Stop it, I'll cry", Lando sobbed but he was smiling as he looked at the screen to see tears in Martin's own eyes.

"You're already crying, Lando", Martin teased with a soft laugh as he brushed away his own tears, "It's okay. It's good to cry when you're happy, and I'll cry with you, yeah?"

Lando could only nod as he covered his face with a hand for a moment. Just taking deep, grounding breaths as Martin talked to him. His voice was a balm to his excited soul. It calmed him until he was able to wipe away the tears to smile at Martin.

"I am so proud of you, my heart", Martin blew him a kiss through the screen, "I love you. Come home soon, yeah?"

"I love you too", Lando got out as Jon opened the door to peak in at him, "I'll be home before you know it"

And with one last kiss and lingering look, Lando ended the call.

"Alright?", Jon asked with a smile, offering Lando a hand up that he gratefully took.

"Never been better"

[hentaay]

Norrix details 🖤

[landhoe-norris]

instinctive mating rituals: a compilation

[blamemma]

say it with chest martin !!!!!!!!!

[acrosstobear]

mclaren A call can make all the difference. Pick up the phone. Whether it’s checking in with a friend, family member or colleague, your voice can be someone’s lifeline. 🧡 #WorldMentalHealthDay

Lando calls Martin Garrix to check in as a part of World Mental Health Day

[amirasainz]

Can you please do little y/n Alonso going around the paddock with Max? Thank you!

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

Should I make more Yn Alonso stories?

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Super Max

The roar of engines filled the air at the paddock as little Y/N Alonso, just three years old, clutched her stuffed lion, gazing around with wide, excited eyes. Beside her, her nanny, Gabriela, held her hand and whispered, “Alright, Y/N, are you ready to surprise Papa?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, her face lighting up at the sight of the paddock bustling with people. She had been waiting for this day for so long—to her it felt like years were spent waiting.

They spotted Fernando near his garage, chatting with his engineer. When he caught sight of them, his eyes widened in surprise. A big grin broke out across his face as he rushed over.

“Mi pequeña!” he exclaimed, crouching down to pick Y/N up into his arms. “What are you doing here?”

Gabriela chuckled. “She insisted on coming to surprise you, Fernando. She couldn’t wait any longer.”

Fernando laughed, giving Y/N a big kiss on her cheek. “You’re here at the Grand Prix! This is amazing. You’re my little lucky charm, aren’t you?”

Y/N nodded, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and giggling. “Yes, Papa! I want to see everything!”

Just then, Charles, who was passing by, caught sight of Y/N in Fernando’s arms and walked over, his face breaking into a smile. “Y/N! Look who’s here!” he said with a grin.

Y/N wiggled in Fernando’s arms, her eyes lighting up at Charles. “Hi, Cha-lz!” she said, waving, trying to intimate her Tío Carlos.

Charles leaned over, tapping her nose gently. “Are you going to cheer for me today?”

She tilted her head thoughtfully before shaking it. “I cheer for Papa!”

Fernando chuckled, holding her close. “That’s right. My little supporter.”

More drivers soon gathered around, curious about the excitement. Lando, George and Carlos all crowded around, each taking their turn to greet Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N, do you remember me?” Lando asked, crouching down to her level.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him for a second before nodding. “You’re the funny one,” she declared.

The drivers burst out laughing, with George raising an eyebrow at Lando. “Oh, she’s got you all figured out, Norris.”

“Smart kid,” Carlos added with a wink. “Clearly, she’s an Alonso.”

Just then, Y/N’s eyes went wide as she spotted Max standing nearby, talking with his engineer. She tugged on Fernando’s shirt and pointed excitedly. “Papa, Papa, look! It’s Max! I want to go with Max!”

Fernando exchanged an amused look with Gabriela, his eyes twinkling. “Do you now?”

“Yes!” Y/N insisted, her gaze fixed on Max. “I want to go with Max!”

Fernando put her down, and she ran over to Max, surprising him by grabbing onto his leg. Max looked down, clearly surprised, then chuckled as he recognized the little girl beaming up at him.

“Hey there, Y/N!” Max said, kneeling down to her level. “What’s up?”

“I want to walk with you!” she said confidently. “Can we go?”

Max glanced up at Fernando, who waved him off with a smile, clearly finding this situation very entertaining. “Go on, Max. She’ll keep you on your toes.”

Max laughed and held out his hand to Y/N, who took it eagerly. “Alright, let’s go for a walk. Where do you want to go first?”

“The track!” Y/N said decisively.

“The track it is,” Max replied, leading her out toward the pit lane. The two walked hand in hand, with Max pointing out various things and Y/N asking a hundred questions at once.

Back in the paddock, the other drivers looked on, clearly not pleased with the idea of being upstaged by Max. Charles crossed his arms and pouted, leaning against the wall. “Why does Max get to be the favorite?”

Fernando and Gabriela, both watching the scene with amusement, chuckled. Gabriela shrugged. “Maybe it’s because she has a taste for champions.”

Lando smirked. “Well, champions or not, I’m going to win her over. Just wait.” He turned to Fernando. “Fernando, when she comes back, I’m taking her for ice cream.”

Carlos nodded in agreement. “Good idea. Y/N always loves ice cream. She’s a smart kid.”

Fernando just laughed. “Oh, you all are going to compete for her attention now?”

“Absolutely,” George said, nodding. “If it’s a race, I’m in.”

Meanwhile, out on the track, Y/N was happily chatting away to Max, who seemed more amused than ever at her questions.

“Why is that car red?” she asked, pointing to one of the Ferrari cars.

“That’s Ferrari’s color,” Max explained. “Each team has its own color. Ours is blue.”

Y/N nodded sagely, as if this made perfect sense. Then, after a moment, she tugged on Max’s hand. “Max, when I big, can I drive like you and Papa?”

Max grinned, looking down at her with a playful glint in his eye. “Of course. And when you do, I’ll be there to cheer you on.”

“Good!” she said, pleased with his answer. “I want to be fast like you!”

“Trust me, with Alonso genes, you’ll be very fast,” Max said with a laugh.

As they walked back toward the paddock, Y/N spotted a small crowd of drivers waiting eagerly for them. She turned to Max, holding his hand even tighter. “I only want to stay with you, Max. The others are silly.”

Max chuckled as they approached, while the other drivers pretended to look hurt. Lando dramatically clutched his chest. “Y/N, you wound me! I thought we were friends!”

Carlos knelt down beside her. “I was going to get you ice cream, Y/N. And maybe a little toy car. Does Max have ice cream?”

Y/N looked up at Max, who quickly nodded. “Actually, I do have ice cream. The best ice cream.”

George jumped in, rolling his eyes at Max. “Y/N, I was going to let you sit in my car. You could even press some buttons.”

But Y/N just shook her head, hiding a smile. “I like Max’s buttons better.”

Max smirked, giving the drivers a smug look. “Sorry, guys. It’s the Verstappen charm.”

Gabriela laughed from where she stood with Fernando, both of them watching the entire scene unfold. Fernando leaned over to her and said, “I didn’t know Max had this effect on kids. Or that everyone would be competing so hard for her attention.”

Gabriela shrugged, smiling. “I think Y/N just knows how to get what she wants. She’s a little star already.”

Just then, Y/N turned back to her Papa and waved happily. “Papa, I’m going to race Max!”

Fernando grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, are you?”

“Yes!” Y/N declared. She turned to Max with a serious expression, determination in her eyes. “You be ready, Max. I’m going to be faster than you.”

Max laughed, shaking her tiny hand. “I’ll be waiting for you on the track, Y/N. And you better believe I’ll be cheering you on.”

With one last wave to the drivers, Y/N took Max’s hand, ready for another adventure around the paddock, leaving the other drivers—and her very entertained Papa—in her dust.

[slowestlap]

Max Verstappen and Lando Norris chatting with Martin Garrix before the race | Dutch GP, 2024 [x]

[Part 2]

[f1xnorrisxleclerc]

Everybody, get ready for the chaos

[pucksandpower]

You can run from Fernando Alonso, but you can’t hide 😭

[ln4wins]

[f1mvln]

Everything about this is so😭

The little sneak up on Martin and the two little girls giggling at them I can’t 🥺🥺

[f1-disaster-bi]

Here you go @f1-birb, I hope you enjoy this:

Martin pulled back from Lando’s neck after swiping his tongue across the two little puncture marks to close them before he pressed a kiss to Lando’s collarbone.

The younger man was sprawled out under him, and the sight of him made Martin want to do things to him that would make any one else blush.

Lando was gorgeous. His cheeks were a little flushed, and his mouth parted in a smile, looking like he'd just been kissed senseless. His skin was clinging to the tan he had gotten over their break, and Martin wanted to trace lines between those freckles and moles until he had every inch of Lando mapped out, but he didn't.

He couldn't do any of that right now because he had to check if Lando was okay.

It was his first time taking Martin's bite.

"Hey, Liefje, how do you feel?", Martin asked softly as he propped himself up over Lando.

All he got in response was a small giggle as Lando covered part of his face with his arm. He was still smiling as he gave Martin a thumbs up, and as Martin touched his sides, Lando started giggling again until Martin gently nudged his arm away from his face so he could look at him.

"Feeling good, huh?", Martin grinned because Lando looked boneless and a little high right now with the way his pupils were looking a little big.

He had heard about this before. He had heard that the bite, especially the first one, could bring someone into a sort of euphoric state. He hadn't expected it with Lando. He'd more expected the other to feel a little pain, and because Lando was Lando, maybe a little horny but this was adorable.

"I feel really really good", Lando mumbled before he reached out to wrap an arm around Martin's neck, "Kiss?"

"Lan, I just had your blood in my mouth", Martin laughed but he did lean down to kiss Lando’s cheek and revelled in the sound that got him.

"Rude, I want a proper kiss", Lando pouted a little before he sighed and closed his eyes to ride the wave of happiness he felt

Martin just watched him with a grin. He looked adorable like this. All messy curls and carefree grin as he just hummed softly at where Martin was pressing lightly against his chest.

He let him bask in it for another few minutes. Only interrupting Lando’s peace to scatter kisses across his face, accepting the warm arm draped over him and the soft giggles he got in return before Martin started to move.

Moving seemed to be the wrong thing to do as Lando’s other arm came up to wrap tightly around his shoulders tightly. He tugged until Martin had no choice but to put his full weight down on the other until they were cuddling.

"Babe, Lando, I need to get you some juice and a snack", Martin laughed, his face half buried in his curls.

"No", Lando replied and Martin could hear the pout in his voice, "You won't kiss me, so you have to cuddle me"

"Can I cuddle you after I get you a snack?".

The answer to that question was the brief pain of very blunt, very human teeth digging into Martin's shoulder as Lando grumbled under him.

Martin just hid his smile in the others curls as his body shook with laughter at Lando's antics.

He really was adorable when he was bite drunk.

[hentaay]

I was really hoping to see Martin and Lando together in some photo...

I hope there was a meeting after the game, a dinner, a night out (in Martin's hotel room) LOL, sorry 🤭 KKKKKKK

[oscar-piastri]

#Do-do-do-do-do-do, Steve Max

[landonor]

Lando and Martin before the race🥹

[landhoe-norris]

a) he's having fun and b) he's gonna have a headache tomorrow