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i love these men so much

you have to appreciate the dedication

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i think this is the first vr fic i’ve ever come across 😦

ok...im pretty embarrased to talk this but can you write a smut with vale (maybe mid 2010s?) x fem reader, and if you can add something with face sitting (for me he just look someone who would like this lmao) i would be very happy... thank you :)

Here it is! I hope y'all enjoy :)

Warnings for: smut, bondage, edging, female organs

Let me know if I forgot any essentials warnings! And, thank you to the lovely folks who sent me the photos from below. If those people want to be tagged, just lemme know. Enjoy!

"Vale, you broke your leg. You have to take it easy, wouldn't want to get more hurt."

You both know his leg isn't a problem. Surprisingly, Vale doesn't protest. Usually, there wouldn't even be a chance to wrangle control of the situation, Vale was too in love with control and power. A common trend, you had noticed, between the racing type. Still, Valentino seemed worse then the rest of the riders. Maybe that was why everyone near him seemed to turn to hatred, and, maybe that was why he still let you near him. Or, why he still let himself be vulnerable around you.

Either way, you weren't complaining. These past few weeks, although hell for Vale, had been incredible for you. A chance to spend so much time with your lover? Of course you had loved it. But good times always seemed to end and soon Vale would be returning to the circuits and racing like death wasn't real. It was hard to focus on these thoughts—as painful as they were—but with Vale lying underneath you, it was impossible.

With a sigh, a vague attempt to shake away your thoughts, you fully turn your attention to Vale. Somehow, despite his scruffy appearance, he still had a feminine touch to his face. You couldn't lie, those photos of Vale from his early years in racing live in your mind permanently. You weren't sure why, maybe just the thrill of how much weaker he seemed back then. You knew, of course, that Vale was just as strong back then. It was only a fantasy, but it seemed that maybe parts of it were becoming true.

"I'm going to have to tie you down if you keep moving."

Your weight on his hips is enough to keep Vale pinned down, but that doesn't stop with the wriggling of his hands and feet. You wait for him to laugh at the idea, to shake his head and flip you over so he was on top and in control—the way it normally was—but he doesn't. Vale doesn't even blink, just stares at you. "Vale, you're kinda scaring me." You finally admit, laughing awkwardly. It wasn't like him to acting so weird and silent.

Slowly, with an almost shy voice, Vale answers. "What if I go back and fuck up again?" That was not what you had been expecting, not at all. Vale stared at the ceiling, not at you, a little bit of a flush on his cheeks. You cup his cheek with a hand, sitting back as to not lose balance. That draws his eyes back to you, and with it, the feeling that having Vale's full attention brought with it. It's overwhelming, his eyes. Completely and utterly all-consuming.

Stumbling through the beginning of your sentence, you manage to spit out something hopefully reassuring. "As if you could fuck up. Vale, you are incredible. You'll go back and show them all and—yeah, you aren't going to win the championship but next year you will." You aren't sure if that would do the trick, but Vale seems to look more normal.

"Allora, I'm being ridiculous." Vale paused, voice dropping to a low whisper. "Maybe you should tie me down." Time seems to freeze as you stare at him, eyes wide in complete shock. Still, you weren't one to complain—especially not an opportunity like this—and you carefully slide off the mattress to that special box under the bed. You open it, the feeling of lifting the lid strange. Usually it was Vale who did this, not you, and you relished in the feeling of control it gave you.

Inspecting the different items within, you carefully select a couple lengths of rope—soft, gentle on the skin but still sturdy—and place it on the mattress next to Vale. You pause, considering if an other toys from the box would prove useful. Several catch your eye but you decide to settle with the rope. In the future, you hoped, the chance would come again. Then, you'd truly show Vale a taste of the games he liked to put you through.

Watching you carefully, Valentino doesn't protest as you wrap a bit of rope around his left leg. Your actions are slow, a mimicry of movements you had seen Vale make before. Once or twice, as you tie down his limbs, Vale corrects you—but still strangely gentle—and you heed his advice without question. Soon enough, his arms are tied above his head, rope wrapped around his wrists and then his ankles, his waist. He looks pretty, you decide, wrapped in the black rope. It made Vale's skin look paler, the scars on his skin all the more obvious.

You touch him hesitantly, as if touching him would ruin the moment completely. Vale chuckles, staring at you fondly. The sound of his laughter feels more familiar, the look in his eyes—not so much. "What?" You ask, brushing your hand down his side. He laughs again, although not voluntarily, as your touch leaves goosebumps. Your hand looks good on Vale's skin, claiming him. Almost as if you owned him.

"Nothing—just, you look good like this. Pretty. Allora, I don't want to leave you."

Vale's words, spoken with such foreign emotion, render you speechless. The words to answer him don't come to you. Vale doesn't look like he expected much, instead watching your movements with such strange gentleness. This entire day was becoming too strange, something out of a fever dream instead of reality. You grab onto his waist, marvelling at the strength coiled within his abdomen. The dim lighting and vulnerability of being so exposed makes you feel strange, almost poetic in your care for the man lying beneath you.

Shaking yourself from whatever strange trance Vale's presence placed you under. Straddling his hips, you grind against his cock, chuckling as Vale sharply gasps. Pressing your body—skin against skin—onto his, you practically attack his neck with kisses and light bites. It's only so long until Vale's bitten-off moans turn into little whines. For someone who was so eager to make you cry out of desperation, Vale wasn't so resistant to his own brand of teasing.

The thought of his rival on track, his teammate, seeing Vale like this came to you without warning. The words spill out, any filter between your brain and mouth lost in the haze of pleasure and control. "Imagine what they would think." Vale hardly responds, just a brief hum, and you continue. "Lorenzo or Gibernau. Stoner." His movements—little as they were—still completely. Still, Vale does not react with disgust. Judging by the feeling of his cock twitching against your thigh, Vale was completely into it.

"They would see you as something so pathetic, hm? They'd never take you seriously again."

A sound, a muffled grunt, as Vale struggles against the rope bindings. He huffs, "You'd never allow that." And—well, he isn't wrong. You weren't one for sharing, after all you and Vale were a match made in heaven. Both possessive as hell. You deny him an answer, instead reluctantly pulling away to plan your next move. Your eyes land on his mouth—and after leaning down to kiss him gently—you shift your body upwards in one smooth movement.

Vale only gets a second to comment, a choked off question, before you settled onto his mouth. Then, it was only a moment before he responded. A wet tongue licked against you—fuck, inside of you—drawing a loud noise from your lips. And honestly, with how talented Vale was at doing this to you, you wished that he had done so earlier. Seriously, you had spent so much time listening to Vale's filthy words in bed when he could've been using his mouth for this?

It's no surprise that you last only a few mere minutes before that peak hits you and takes you careening over the edge into bliss. By the time you come back to yourself, mostly due to Vale groaning underneath you. The overstimulation sent shocks through your body and you quickly move off Vale. His face—god, his face—it is covered in slick. A wet gleam, only emphasised by the smirk on Vale's face. He looks much too pleased for this situation.

"That was fun," Vale chuckled, "you're better at riding then I am." You glare at him and decide that, just for that comment, you weren't letting him off easy this night. You decide not to answer, instead trailing a hand over his chest and pinching a nipple harshly. Vale's laughter came to harsh stop and this time you were the one laughing.

"Yeah? Well, I should clean up your face." Your words don't seem to process in his mind, not until you get up and head towards the bathroom. Still, despite only his eyes widening—maybe Vale finally realised the situation—he stayed quiet. That didn't stop his glare when you returned and gently clean the slowly-drying slick from his face. "How long should I leave you like this? The rest of the day?" It's clear from your tone that you weren't looking for an answer. Vale doesn't get the hint.

"You wouldn't."

"Willing to bet on that?"

Vale, wisely, does not answer. Pausing for a moment, you recall the other toys in the box below the bed. An idea strikes you, and you immediately grab a vibrator from the box. Keeping it held tightly in hand, you place it on the mattress near Vale's thighs—making sure he can't see what you grabbed. "I'll come with you." Vale hums at your statement questioningly, choosing not to risk speaking. "To your race, I mean. To support you." The silent message of, 'I don't want you to leave me' clearly rings out between your words.

Smiling—that soft smile that Vale hardly ever wore in public—he nodded. "I want you there." And, you hear his silent message as well: 'I'm scared of getting hurt again.' Maybe this is your strange way of saying I love you to each other. A few minutes past of just you staring at him and drinking in the sight of his flushed body. Under your gaze, his hips twitch against the restraints of the ropes. His cock is flushed and leaking and the linen was already ruined with moist patches.

Silently, with a quick glance, you check in on his general state. Vale nods at you and, without further delay, you turn on the vibrator. Like Pavlov's dog, Vale's eyes widen in recognition at just the soft sound as his cock practically twitches with arousal. "Really? The vibrator?" Vale questions, hands clenching into fists above his head. Still, he doesn't say no. Slowly, as Vale closes his eyes shut, you press it against the base of his cock. He immediately struggles against the rope, hips jerking widely. "Cazzo!" Vale curses, shouting out your name right after. To you, that sound like an encouragement, and you turn up the force of the vibrator.

Vale descends into a litany of curse words—some of then definitely not in Italian, like, you were sure some of those words were Spanish—with his voice breaking every other syllable. With all the time you had spent with Vale, it was now obvious when he was close to orgasm. His moans tended to get higher in pitch and his reaction time seemed to lag. As soon as you notice the signs, you pull away the vibrator and turn it of. Vale's eyes fly open, "What? Why?"

Are those tears forming in his eyes? Vale stares at you, waiting for an answer, which you only shrug. "Felt like it. You've done this so many times to me." You don't wait for an answer, instead just wrapping your free hand around the base of his cock and pressing the vibe against the head. "You look really pretty like this too. I get why you do it to me now." Of course, Vale isn't really in the position to answer you. "How many times should I edge you?" For this, you decide to stop the vibrator and give him time to answer.

It takes a while for Vale to collect himself. You wait, well—of course not without kissing him everywhere you can—and eventually he manages to get words to work. "No more?" Vale sounds breathless, voice rough and broken.

"Is that what you want?"

He nods slowly, "Yes?"

You shrug, pulling away from him. "Sure." You flick the vibrator on again, not to press against Vale but instead against yourself. Slowly grinding against it, your reach down to press a finger into yourself slowly. It feels good, of course, to have something inside you. Vale gapes in disbelief, craning his neck to try and get a glimpse of you. He whines out your name, pulling against the ropes. "You said this is what you wanted." You remind him, moaning halfway through the sentence as you push in a second finger.

"I didn't mean, this isn't fair. You can't just," Vale groans out your name in a mix of desperation and exasperation. You let him keep begging, getting off to the soundtrack of Vale's pleas. With the stimulation from the vibrator and your own fingers, it's only a while longer before you come. At least Vale is patient enough to let you come down from the aftershocks before begging again. Shifting your body over his, you press your lips against his with as much energy as you can muster. You manage to turn on the vibrator, slipping it between your thigh and his cock.

For Vale, it takes only a few seconds, something you'd certainly tease him about later. Right now, you focused on untying his hands and the rest of the rope—before remembering the vibe was still on and against his crotch, which you quickly turn off—and then busy yourself with cleaning up. His limbs and waist have markings, but nothing more then some irritation. You can put cream on it in the morning, right now just want to sleep. Vale wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body and, well, that solves the dilemma of getting up for to replace the mattress linen.

Tomorrow, you silently promise, tomorrow.

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i love them so much it’s insane

· There's nothing better than home ·

✮          Let's make our love the deepest secret, even if everyone sings it.

⭒ Marco Bezzecchi × Male Reader × Lorenzo Savadori

⋆ oneshot WC: 832 ⋮⋮⋮ fluff.

⋆ summary     ┈     For you, home has become synonymous with relationship.

⋆ face claim    ┈     nobody.

⋆ warnings     ┈    very mild suggestive content.

⋆ requested?     ┈     Yes! ◀ (Thanks anon for the request! <3)

· Hope yall enjoy :]

          There were a thousand things you wanted to say to each other, a thousand compliments, but you knew you couldn’t, not when so many people and cameras did surround you.

          “Marco!” He didn't hesitate to run off the bike and hug you firmly, bringing you over the fence that separated you.

          “Congratulazioni, campione,” you said, leaving a quick kiss in the space between the suit and the helmet that he hadn't yet had time to take off.

          By the time he took it off, everyone just assumed his blush was due to the race itself, the emotions of having won; no one noticed your brief exchange.

          And you, for the moment, preferred it that way.

          You saw him being congratulated by the rest of the team as he waited to be interviewed before he made his way to the podium.

         “We'll have to celebrate tonight,” Savadori arrived at your side, so you could wait together for the awards ceremony.

          You patted his back; perhaps leaving your hand longer than necessary, but in the euphoria of the moment, no one would care about a half hug between you two.

          You knew it always hurt to see your teammate win, but you also knew that he was genuinely happy for Bez. How could you not be happy for your boyfriend?

          You could only feel proud of your two boyfriends.

          Between you two, words were not necessary to understand what the other was thinking when you saw Marco there, on the top step, celebrating, all soaked in prosecco.

          The celebration with the team that followed felt endless.

          It wasn't that you didn't want the rest of the team to congratulate him or have a good time —everyone there deserved it— but it was so hard to watch Lorenzo's hands around Marco's body, both barely able to give in to the desire for more, and pretend you were totally normal about that.

          Finally, at night, words weren't necessary with Marco either.

          Marco needed them even less in the following days to explain the marks on his body.

          The three of you were more than willing to celebrate that victory properly, and people could tell. He received several comments when he returned to the gym to train for the week.

          “Who was the lucky girl?” a friend asked jokingly. He just laughed as he continued with his routine, avoiding further details. Without clarifying things.

          None of the three of you ever bothered to do so; you were not interested in doing it.

          You lived peacefully in your own little bubble, sometimes tired of having to avoid physical affection in public, but the peaceful moments you had, away from the public eye, always rewarded you.

          Moments like that weekend.

          Lying on the couch in Bezzecchi's living room, with the TV on, but not really paying much attention to it.

          The house was almost completely silent, something that was beginning to seem strange to you, when the sound of paws rapidly tapping the floor filled the room, followed by louder footsteps.

          “Ru- Ah, Rubik!” You greeted the dog, who came running up to you, jumping on the couch, licking your face as you laughed, trying to push him away.

          Marco's long curls appeared in your sight a few seconds later, along with the command for Rubik to stop, getting him off you. Instead, this time he was the one who jumped on top, cupping your face and kissing every part of it, while wiping his dog's saliva with his sleeve.

          Joking, he finally gave your cheek a small lick, amid both of your laughter.

          “I didn't know there were two dogs in home.”

          Home. It sounded good. Not just the idea of one day living together, peacefully, when work didn't keep you traveling every week or separating you due to team changes; it sounded good because home had become synonymous with relationship for you.

          “There was a party on the couch, and I wasn't invited?” Lorenzo came in from the bathroom, his hair still wet, with small drops threatening to fall from his curls onto your face as he approached over the backrest.

          “Lore, come here! Join us!” Marco exclaimed.

          “No Lo-!” Jumping over the backrest, Sava threw himself on top of Marco, crushing you even further into the couch.

          The two men on top of you were laughing; even Rubik joined in, barking, wanting to be part of it, even though he had no more room to climb on the couch with you three.

          No place in the world felt warmer or safer than this, there, in your boyfriends' arms. Although with every laugh you let out, you felt your lungs deflate.

          “I love you both,” you stroked both of their hair, “but I think my ribs are going to collapse, please.” They both stood up, helping you sit down as well.

           Whatever you were listening to on TV was completely forgotten when they started placing kisses around your face and hair as an apology for squishing you.

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i love this so much

MEET THE 2025 MOTOGP GRID

(There is also Ai Ogura, Rafael Fernandez, Jack Miller, Miguel Oliveira, Luca Marino, Jorge Martin, Brad Binder, and Somkiat Chandra but I couldn’t fit all the riders in the video sorry 😅 )

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if someone made genuinely good motogp merch, they would have all of my money!!! why is the official merch so ugly 😭😭💔

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i love whatever’s wrong with this guy

valentino brainrot

but instead of the vine boom it’s him saying allora. and it’s basically unbearable to watch. and also it’s 3 minutes long. bon appetite

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i need more of this immediately

Dilf Drivers and Younger Driver Boyfriend

Suggestive :) Reader is like Oscar's age

I also realize that I see Mark Webber as a very domestic person???

Fernando Alonso

Fernando kinda acts as your manager, advising you once you get into F1

When you start to flirt with him he says he's too old and gets flustered silent when you tell him that it's hot

You and Lance joke about sharing him

He's always right there whenever you achieve any milestone

Points? Hugs.

Podium? Cuddles.

Win? Party on the jet.

Championship? Ride that man till he cries.

He always brings you on his jet, and he'll pull you close and make you cuddle with him

What's the point of a private jet if he can't be gay with his boyfriend

Whenever you bring up what he looked like in his Renault days he gets flustered as hell

He'll dress up in some of his old kit as a treat for you sometimes though

You two help eachother out during quali by giving eachother slipstreams

Your engineers know not to complain, sometimes their drivers are just gonna be gay for a lap

"Whooooo! Fuck yeah!"

"Fernando, why are you celebrating? We got 14th"

"Y/N won! He won! Let's go!"

Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian is very upset that you got onto the grid after he retired

You started dating a few years after he retired, and he's tried to drag you into other racing events so that you two can race along side eachother

His greatest enemy is the F1 calender

Your relationship was discovered by most of the drivers just by people running into Sebastian on the grid

He's secretly at most of the races just hiding in your drivers room

He's your biggest fangirl

He'll meet up with Fernando and Lewis on race weekends just to gush about you

He gives you all the advice he can think of

Who to drive with, what to do at every track

He's your hypeman, manager, and coach all in one

He takes advantage of the fact that you work out

He makes you bench press him

He gives you kisses between reps

He's your unemployed sugar baby who has more money than you

"He's really doing good this season. He's third in the championship, which is a record for him, and he's won for the first time! He may not win the championship this year, but I'm sure he'll get it soon!"

"Sebastian, we haven't seen you in months. We didn't really plan to talk about your boyfriend"

Nico Rosberg

The bias is so visible

Whenever you and Lewis crash everyone jokes that he was jealous of Nico's new man

Jenson

Jenson says that

People make compilations of how worried Nico gets when you crash

Alternatively he is also so hype when you do well

You've seen how he looks when Lewis does well, his hype for you is on another level

He writes love letters to your driving on SkyTV

After races he'll debrief with you and complement you to death

Any crash is not your fault

When you win or get onto the podium Nico makes sure he's the one to interview you

Even if he wasn't originally supposed to

Then he'll pull you inside and make out with you nasty

A little reward :)

"And there goes Y/N! His third win in a row, and such a beautiful drive at that. I've got to go down there to go interview them."

"Jenson is scheduled to interview the podium today, though?"

"Not anymore, no"

Mark Webber

He meets you at an F1 race that he's at for Oscar

Oscar clocks that he likes you instantly and just gives you his number

He lives to regret that

I feel like Mark is very domestic with you

He loves cooking for you and spending mornings cuddled in bed

When it's time for your anniversary he makes Oscar help him plan

Oscar complains about him to you

He's kinda your unofficial manager

Date night sometimes is rewashing your onwards and dissecting them

It is what it is

He's exclusively big spoon

He loves just surrounding you with his body

When you get your first win he's so hype

If he's there he'll take you out to drink, and you two will get black out drunk

If he's overseas, he'll fall asleep on call with you and fly over to you as soon as possible

"So there's this new restaurant near our flat, and Y/N's birthday is coming up, do you think he would like it? Have you been there?"

"Mark, you know you're my manager, right?"

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my shaylaaaaa

Pedro Acosta - Skincare

Requested: yes

Prompt: skincare w Pedro Acosta

Warnings: none just fluff

Pedro stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard as he debated how to word his next message. Finally, he typed out a simple:

Pedro Hey, amor, can I come over tonight? I miss you.

He leaned back in his chair, helmet from training still on the table in front of him, and waited for the usual enthusiastic response. A few seconds later, his phone buzzed.

Y/n I don’t think so, Pedro.

He frowned at the reply. She never said no. In fact, she was usually the one asking him to come over if he hadn't already suggested it.

Pedro Why not? Are you okay?

The three dots indicating she was typing appeared, then disappeared. After a minute, they reappeared, and her message came through.

Y/n I just… I'm having a bad acne breakout. I don’t want you to see me like this.

Pedro blinked at the screen, then chuckled softly. Acne? That’s why she didn’t want him over?

Pedro Seriously? Amor, I don’t care about that

Her response was quick.

Y/n I know you mean that, but I don’t feel good about it. It’s really bad this time.

Pedro sighed, her seriousness clear even through the screen. He couldn’t just leave her feeling self-conscious and alone. An idea popped into his head, and he grabbed his jacket and keys.

Pedro Alright, I won’t come over… unless I come prepared. Be ready.

Before she could argue, Pedro was out the door.

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At her favorite store, Pedro wandered through the skincare aisle, picking up a couple of face masks and eye masks. He made sure to grab soothing and hydrating ones—he wasn’t an expert, but he figured they’d feel nice. Then he headed to the fresh produce section, selecting a few of her favorite fruits, and grabbed her go-to drink on the way to the counter.

Half an hour later, he was knocking on her door, bags in hand. Y/n opened it cautiously, peeking through the gap. "Pedro, I asked you-"

"eah, yeah." He interrupted, slipping inside before she could stop him. He grinned and held up the bags. "I come with gifts. You won't lose me that easily." She sighed, tugging at her sweater. "Pedro-"

"Amor, come on. Everyone has bad skin days." He said, his tone soft but firm. "So, here’s the plan. We’re doing a spa night, eating your favorite snacks, and watching whatever movie you want. Deal?" She hesitated, biting her lip, but the corners of her mouth tugged upward. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"

"Maybe, but you love me too." He teased, setting the bags down on her bed. She laughed, her shoulders relaxing. "Fine. But I’m picking the movie."

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An hour later, they were sprawled on her bed, both wearing matching green face masks. Pedro had one arm wrapped around her while the other held a bowl of sliced fruit they were sharing. On the screen, the movie played, but neither of them paid much attention. "You look good in a face mask." Y/n teased, her voice muffled as she rested her head on his chest. "Obviously." Pedro quipped. "But you look better."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Thanks for this. I needed it." He kissed the top of her head, careful not to smudge their masks. "Always, amor. Bad skin day or not, I’m here for you." As the credits rolled and the face masks dried, Pedro tightened his hold on her. Nights like these, filled with laughter and love, were his favorite kind—even if they involved green goo and cheesy rom-coms.

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bezz writers, you have my entire heart 😚🫶

Here it is! A fic written for @lisbongrantss in response to this ask. I really hope it is good, I've never written something like this before. It's about 2.1k words, I think.

Warnings: Contains smut! This is fem!reader x Marco Bezzecchi, set after the Silverstone 2025 race. (The images are from Pinterest.)

It had been a few rough months for Marco, all of which you had been right there next to him. 2024 was, quite frankly, shit compared to 2023. Now, with 2025 and the injuries of Martin, the pressure to succeed had truly fallen on Bezzecchi's shoulders alone. With the bike feeling so unreliable, it was no surprise that your boyfriend had been struggling to keep his mood up. It felt as though there was never much you could do to help, especially when he got like this. Where once bright smiles and never-ending jokes became a reclusive shadow of his former self, one that was prone to overworking and constant stressing. He tried to hide it, of course he did, but very little could escape your watchful eye. You knew him, after all, it had been quite some time since that first fateful meeting.

The media liked to call you two a match made in heaven, your calm to Marco's chaos. Of course, the roles reversed—your calm was more a persona for the media to gobble up. No one saw (well, the academy unfortunately has seen) just how crazy you got after any of Marco's wins. You knew times were changing, you could see it in the way his shoulders and neck seemed less tense, and the fact that Bezz smiled more frequently. Even Rubik was happier these days, echoing his favourite person's emotions. Your quiet support had done its job, cuddles and hugs each day, enough to help reassure those dark voices in Marco's head.

Silverstone had been a surprise. You spared a moment of pity for Quartararo before quickly rushing off to congratulate Marco. The short kiss you two shared before he was tugged away for interviews felt like a breath of fresh air, and the drops of prosecco just barely reaching your face felt like the rain after a scorching summer. All poetics aside, you couldn't stop thinking about just how good your boyfriend looked while standing there on the top step, Italian anthem ringing out through the air. And, he was drenched in prosecco spray—you felt a shiver of heat rushing through your body.

The partying lasted hours. You were fine to sit off to the side for most of the drama, only dancing when Bezz dragged you out. As much as you loved a good party, you wanted nothing more than to spend some time alone with Marco. You told him as much, taking joy in the way his pupils dilated. The celebrations didn't last much longer, not with Marco making it back to the hotel faster than his quickest lap on the circuit—tugging you along for the ride. The elevator ride felt like centuries, your hand clasping his tightly as you resisted the urge to smother his sweaty (and probably still sticky from prosecco) skin with kisses and bites.

The second the door to your room clicked shut, locking automatically, you pounced. Dragging Marco to the bed, you practically tackled him to the mattress. Despite being much stronger and physically larger, Marco let himself be manoeuvred, spit already dripping from the corner of his lax mouth. "I'm so proud of you," Marco whines at your words, his face flushing red and his hands flying up to cover his face. "No, don't hide. Darling, you did so good. Fuck, you looked so good up there on the podium."

Reaching up to pull his hands from his rosy face, you take a second (or maybe a few minutes, who knows) to press your lips to his—a slow, passionate thing, the kiss—until you are both breathless and panting. Marco was still tense, and you noticed with slight disappointment that the muscles in his jaw were working overtime as he nervously ground his teeth together. Well, time to pull out that little trick of yours.

"Still drooling, like a puppy," you whisper, tone pitched higher in saccharine sweetness. Not mocking, but something similar. Marco liked the humiliation anyway, and to mix it with a few words of praise—he fell victim to the desperation of your love quickly. "My puppy, my sweet boy." That did the trick, his eyes half-lidded and body lax as breathy gasps echoed from his lips. "You'll be good for me, right? You'll let me take care of you, show you how good you are?" Desperately, Marco nodded, his only words of response a high-pitched whine. "Words, puppy."

"Yes, yes, please."

That was all the invitation you needed. Trailing kisses down Marco's throat, you trailed your hands up his chest. Your finger met the familiar chill of his metal piercing, and you tugged at it, wrenching moans from Marco. Pulling away only to tear off the shirt still covering Marco's chest, you latched your mouth over the piercing with your fingers keeping the other nipple busy. He could probably come just from this, you realise, as he was already close. He grabbed at the dress, still covering your body, pulling at it frantically. "Be patient." You remind Marco and he stills quickly. You move away to fulfil his request, although you do still want to tease him, but he did win a Grand Prix...

As always, Marco stared at you with awe as you stripped off your clothes. Every time he saw you naked, he seemed to stare as if it were the first—as if your beauty was that spectacular. And, after drinking in his fill of your appearance, he would beg to touch and kiss. Sometimes you let him do so, other times you make him wait. Tonight, you allow his tentative touch to cup your chest.

"Your pants, Marco." You choke out, falling out of role for just a second. It was hard to stay controlled when such a beautiful man was practically crying at the chance to touch you. Unable to do it himself, you help him wriggle out of his clothes. At any other moment, you'd be laughing at the way he got tangled in the fabric, not now.

"You want to fuck me?" You ask coyly, taking a second to stare at the mess of a man before you. On the podium, he had seemed to be dominant and above it all. Now he was kneeling in front of you as desperate as can be. It was such a rush, the power you had over him. Moreover, it was so overwhelming—the love he felt for you, and the love you felt for him in return—just, how did you get so lucky? Marco nodded rapidly, his hips jerking forward in an attempt for any pleasure or friction as you spoke. "Can you tell me why my pretty boy deserves to fuck me?" You ask, desperate to know that Marco understood just how incredible he was.

"I won, I won it. Please, please, I won it—I need it, please."

And, well, he just looks too sweet begging. Who were you to deny him? You lean down, pushing at his shoulders until he is fully resting against the mattress. His eyes never leave yours. You straddle his hips, chuckling at the moan that tears from Marco—the sudden pressure too much for him to handle. "Your fingers first." You couldn't really explain the fascination you had for his hands. Maybe it was the fact that they were capable of so much. Or, maybe, all those clips you have seen of Marco's fingers caressing his bike. You couldn't lie, the idea of being fucked on his bike turned you on beyond all belief. A fantasy you'd share in the future, perhaps. Right now, you just want something inside you, something to relieve the heat from between your legs.

He did not disappoint, calloused finger finding its way into your opening and thumb massaging over your clit. He truly knew you so well, he had every pleasurable spot on your body memorised. Maybe because of that first night—you couldn't help but chuckle through moans at the thought—that first night. "Why are you laughing?" Marco pouted, movements stopping.

"No, just," You pause, laughing harder, "remember the first time we had sex?" If possible, Marco blushed even more. His hands flew up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle you as you continued speaking. "You came within like five minutes, you hardly even touched me!" Bezz groaned loudly in embarrassment, that haze in his eyes clearing slightly.

"You said it was okay!"

"It was! It was, I swear, it was so cute." You reassured him, realising just how mean you were being by bringing it up. "Besides, when you came back to reality, you gave me the best orgasm of my life!" Marco still looked ashamed, eyes darting around to look anywhere but your face. You frown, leaning down to smother his face with soft kisses. "Listen to me baby, I love how desperate you are. Its like you can't control yourself around me, I love it. I love you."

Finally, Marco looked at you, his eyes back to that hazy stupor. "I am. Desperate for you, I mean." His words had descended back into a slurred mess, fingers dragging along your sides as they returned to that heat between your legs, back to massaging at your clit. A finger slipped into your hole, slick sounds made by his movements in and out. You couldn't help but keep moaning, especially as he slipped in a second one, a third.

"Please, please, can I?" Marco begged, drawing his wet fingers from your hole. You groaned at the sudden emptiness, scratching your nails down his chest in desperation. "Fuck, yes, of course. Come on, fuck me already." As always, Marco complied without a second of hesitation—a dog to your orders. You felt his dick slide in, a smooth motion. Your boy always prepared you so well, making sure that there was no pain at all. Not unless you wanted a little stretch, of course. It wasn't long, maybe one or two thrusts, before he flipped you onto your back, helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

Time tended to blend when you were with Marco, especially when he was pushing into you like this. You tended to get lost in his eyes, the frantic kisses he pressed to your mouth and neck. He wasn't much better, any sense of reason descending into groans and broken whimpers. You loved how he whimpered, especially since he was someone who acted so strong—who was so strong, especially out there on the circuit. Really, it wasn't long before you felt that tension release into a mind-breaking climax. Marco groaned as your walls tightened around his length, just one—two, a few more thrusts—he was spilling inside you, a warm heat spreading and filling you up.

Bezz collapsed on top of you, all his heavy weight at once. You groaned, pushing weakly at his chest. After a few seconds of struggle, he rolled off you with a sigh. Moving onto your side, you stared at him. After sex, Marco always tended to pass out for a few minutes. Not sleeping, he had said, just recovering and lounging in the warmth of post-orgasmic haze. Sure enough, a few moments later, Marco opened his eyes and met your gaze. "Was I good?" He whispered.

"The best, as always. Simply the Bezz." You chuckle, quoting his slogan.

"Can we go again?"

"Maybe in the morning? Can we just cuddle for now?" You ask, your words met with a sleepy grin.

"Cuddles."

He wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. It isn't long before he falls asleep, exhausted despite his earlier request for a second round. His deep breaths lull you into sleep, and the need for a blanket is completely unnecessary with how warm Marco is around you.

When you wake up, you know that you will feel sticky and uncomfortable. And when you wake up, you know Marco will groan as your movements wake him before snapping into action and taking such good care of you. A second round of sex would turn into a third, maybe even a fourth. It would only be a few days before Marco would have to fly out for the following circuit, before his training and diet plan came back into action.

Winners didn't have cheat weeks, he said, only cheat days. Honestly, as much as you loved (and stressed about) watching him race, you couldn't wait for summer break and a chance to have him all for yourself.

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holy moly

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Czech grand Prix, just after the sprint race everything is going well for Marco Bezzecchi until he learns Marc Marquez is flirting with his boyfriend and gets a bit jealous.

Marco Bezzecchi x male!reader

Tags: jealousy, allusion to smut, I wouldn't say angst idk a little if you squint not really, Marc is the enemy here.

Note: no use of y/n in this as ive heard that can ruin it for people.

Authors note: I wrote this at 4 am don't judge the spelling errors, and probably poor Italian translation only one use of it. Sorry Italians. Also if it's a little shit I haven't written in ages apologies</3

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The Czechia Grand Prix was off to a great start especially for Marco Bezzecchi, warmups went well and everything was falling into place, qualifying had been good not good enough though he settled for fourth, while the sprint had gone well as well. Bez was at the peak of his performance this weekend, all thanks to the good luck charm who was supposed to be in the aprilla garage even though it wouldn't be hard to spot him considering they were adorned in his colors and a large 72 on the back of their jean jacket. It seemed his boyfriend was off else where, Marco didn't even realize till he had finished talking with pecco walking back to the garage only to realize his lover hadn't been there a confused expression painted his face looking around the garage going over to the engineers.

"have you guys seen him, I thought he'd be waiting here for me after the sprint?" Bez inquired though everyone gave 'dont know' or 'haven't seen him around lately' meaning his boyfriend was deemed missing and the worry setting in a bit fast, not that he can't take care of himself it's just media can be pushy and so can fans. He doesn't want something to happen to his boyfriend and not be there to do anything, Marco started his search once more.

everything was coming to a halt though once he realized that his lover wasn't even missing because there he was standing in front of the Ducati garage talking to Marc Marquez, who in Marco's opinion looked too comfortable a smile evident both of them laughing, Marquez leaning closer to them as he laughed a arm going on their shoulder which is looks could kill Marc would be seven feet under before he could utter a word. The sight of his boyfriend and Marc Marquez being all buddy buddy made his stomach churn with jealousy feeling sick at the sight, though he before thinking every rational thought out the window had stormed up there when Marc went in to whisper something to him.

The Rider got over there pretty fast giving Marc a stern glare, stark contrast to the normal charming smile he adorned a intensity behind his eyes as he straightened up. "Shows over, let's go." He hissed not even letting his boyfriend utter a word of protest, simply grabbing his wrist and dragging him away his touch gentle but was strong enough the other couldn't break free. "Hey! What's your problem, I was just having a conversation. We were talking about cooking." He said with a scoff at Marco's sudden attitude that definitely needed adjusted.

Marco didn't respond staying silent until they had walked then rode in a golf cart to the hospitality then headed to his room, the silence defeaning as he closed the door behind him arms crossed over his chest a slightly unimpressed look though jealousy evident. "It doesn't look good if my boyfriend was buddying it up with Marc Marquez y'know." He said tone ridden with annoyance.

"Buddying up? Seriously bez? Are you actually that jealous. He wasn't trying to do anything." He shook his head stepping closer to the rider than wrapping his arms around Marcos neck, "and if he was trying something then I'd simply shut him down, I don't love him y'know. He's not the one who put a ring on my finger." They stated softly seeing how soon that annoyance faded from the other and was replaced with a softness the jealousy still evident but the protectiveness was prominent arms wrapped tightly around him. 

"Babe, he was flirting with you, it was clear as day. You're just oblivious to it" Bez said squeezing his hips "I know you wouldn't, I'm not worried about you I'm worried about what he would try to pull, il mi tesoro." Marco reassured a hum escaping him as his boyfriend unexpectedly kissed him bringing Marco in for a rough kiss, hands moving to hold his face as Marco pulled him closer to his body closing any gap between him. 

Bez pulled away a smirk on his face "now why couldn't you just have done that in front of him" he said playfully" though it seemed Marco now had other plans, making Marc jealous of what he couldn't have can wait because now he was thinking of something else to do. 

His boyfriend rolled his eyes "maybe I would have if you didn't yank me away like you did, though I think making him jealous can wait hm~" he cooed teasing his lover back as the male backed him up into the slightly small bed that definitely couldn't hold both of them but they'll make it work. Marco nodded "it certainly can, though I think I'm going to give him a few hints." He purred as he kissed his lover once more.

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

BRNO 2025 | Marco Bezzecchi with race engineer Francesco Venturato before the start of PR.

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MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 🙏

✶ SPRING IN MY HEART

✮ We are two halves of a same idiot.

⭒ Marco Bezzecchi × Male Reader.

⋆ SMAU ⋮⋮⋮ F1 (Ferrari) Driver Reader ⋮⋮⋮ established relationship. ⋮⋮⋮ fluff. ⋮⋮⋮ comedy (or I tried).

⋆ summary          ┈          You are not only a Formula 1 driver, but also Marco Bezzecchi's boyfriend and the terror of the PR team.

⋆ face claim          ┈          nobody, but I'm using photos from Pinterest.

⋆ warnings          ┈          A little bit of (Google translator) Italian. Light suggestive content (joke)

⋆ requested?          ┈          Yes! ◀ (Thanks anon for the request! <3)

« K »          pushing a little the dog!bez agenda bc why not. i mean. you have seen him, right? Also referencing bezsava. spoiler of my next fic 🙂‍↕️

Maybe I joke too much about Ferrari being awful this season. I'm not sorry

(The carta, contanti, insisto meme) (& the original)

· Hope yall enjoy :]

On this day 1 year ago today.

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youruser: I've already picked him ✋️ Please, keep your distance. All his hugs are for me now.

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user1: we all know that's a lie. You can't monopolize bez's hugs

↳ youruser: I know, but I get more hugs than the others 😼

user2: HUH

user3: WDYM ????? EXCUSE ME ?????? ELABORATE ??????

user4: WHAT'S HAPPENING ?????

user5: EXCUSE ME WHAT ⁉️ THIS MEANS WHAT I THINK

↳ youruser: Yep. I'm stealing Rubik

marcobez72: 🫶🫶💗💗💗

user6: HAPPY HARD LAUNCH ANNIVERSARY

user7: One year since this post 😩❤️‍🩹

user3: Not me pretending to be surprised one year ago

user8: happy hard launch anniversary to everyone who celebrates

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youruser: THANK YOU, MIAMI 🥳🥳🥳‼️‼️‼️

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user9: LET'S GOOOO 🥳‼️

user10: IT'S TUESDAY ??

↳ youruser: God forbid I celebrate my wins w his boyfriend 🙄

↳ user11: He has race this weekend 😭?

↳ youruser: And hopefully, we'll keep celebrating another week 🥳🥳🥳

user12: Welcome back Kimi Raikkonen

user13: bezy/n nation rises

user14: Oh, hi marco🫦

↳ youruser: STEP BACK I can & will fight

↳ youruser: I also have a fast car. Don't mess w me😾

↳ user15: Define fast

↳ user16: LMAO

↳ user16: I think Marco's influence is bigger than any pr power

user17: marco running through the parc fermé to hugh you😭😭😭

marcobez72: Congratulazioni. Orgoglioso di te, tesoro. Ti amo 💗🫂

↳ youruser: 😭❤️‍🩹🫂

youruser: Due to pr concerns, I feel obliged to clarify that 1st, Marco wasn't partying with me; he was following strictly his diet & training routine. 2nd, I'm not going to crash anyone with my car fighting for Marco's love.

↳ user18: LMAOOO

↳ user19: a guy can't be funny anymore🥀💔

↳ user20: bestie blink if you've been forced to post this😔💔

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youruser: 🫂❤️‍🩹 @️marcobez72

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user21: bestie, give us a signal if they revoke your rights to write in your socials

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↳ user22: HAHSHAHAHA

↳ user23: they have to close his instagram to silence him

↳ user24: #freey/n

user25: cuties

user26: crazy race. you supporting bez in the garage was the only highlight of the weekend

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marcobez72: Not the best weekend, but there will be better races, tesoro🫂💗 @️youruser

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user27: You two hugging after the race 😭❤️‍🩹😭❤️‍🩹😭❤️‍🩹

user28: cutest couple on every paddock 🫶🫶

youruser: As my grandma used to say: insisto

↳ marcobez72: preferiamo contanti🙂‍↕️

↳ youruser: carta🙂‍↔️

↳ pecco63: wise words

user29: God, when is my turn????🙏

user30: bez wag era 🔝

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youruser: Damn I missed a race, and my man was stolen 💔🥀 #bezsava

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user31: THE # LMAO

user32: gonna consider that ship canon since rn

user33: what's the 3rd slide supposed to be?

↳ youruser: Me giving marco a haircut (99.9% accuracy)

↳ user34: I JUST SAW THE INTERVIEW. ITS UR FAULT THAT WE HAVE A BALDZECCHI NOW

↳ youruser: BALDZECCHI GAHSHAHSHAH

↳ youruser: At least he looks hot 😔🥀

↳ user35: Don't listen to the haters bro. baldzecchi looks hot asf 🫦

↳ user36: he's more aerodynamic now🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user37: bezsava & dogbez in the same post 🔥

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user38: posting about his boyfriend after his own race 🙏

↳ user39: races sucks so bad he only wants to post about his bf💔🥀

↳ user40: comments that he wants to like, but the pr team won't let him

marcobez72: ?

↳ youruser: I wanna be the groomsman in your wedding guys

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youruser: Analyzing data with mama ❤️‍🩹

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user41: wholesome mamaposting❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user42: y/n to wec WHEN?

↳ user43: fr they have the only ferraris that win races

user44: So dear to me, how do you two spend all your free time together 😿❤️‍🩹

user45: I'm craving more of this mama posting

user46: missing motogp AND f1 so bad im watching wec just to see you two😭

user47: awesome lesbian couple w an evil and intimidating horse

user48: watching you two in the garage 😭🤲 I'm SO alone💔

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youruser: SO PROUD OF YOU, CUCCIOLO❤️‍🩹😭

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marcobez72: 💗🫂

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user49: LETS GOOOO🔥🔥🔥

user50: you both are so cute😭

user51: You running through the pitlate to reach him on parc fermé😭😭😭

user52: I've seen him more in the motogp track than in f1 tracks🙄

↳ user53: you didn't watch many f1 races didn't you?

↳ youruser: Damn, I know I've dnf some races, but that much?💔💔

↳ user54: Oh, I know you are laughing your ass off

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user55: you give us cute couple moments, beszava posts, cute couple posts, marco's lucky charm, Ferrari wins, you give us everything 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user56: idc you are my fav I can fight u✋️

↳ youruser: Smart of u comment this when I'm not able anymore to talk about fighting 😒

↳ user57: LMAO

↳ user58: the terror of the pr team

↳ user59: they hate when a man is funny😔

↳ youruser: Anyway. I don't need to fight. I know well where that finger is going to be tonight 🙂‍↕️

↳ user60: EXCUSE ME ??????????

↳ user61: Oh lord

↳ user62: must be the wind...

↳ user63: Oh your ig account is so closed rn

↳ user64: BAJSJQJSJQKKQ

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♫          Andrés Calamaro · La parte de adelante

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youruser: Summer break w loml ! ☀️🏖🐚 I have my account again 😙 @️marcobez72 ily 💗🫂

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user65: FINALLY

user65: The king is back 🫡

marcobez72: Ti amo 🫂💗 Please don't lose your rights to use Instagram again 🙏

↳ youruser: Fine. Just for you 😔

user66: yay couple posting is back

user67: RUBIK ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

pecco63: Enjoy & don't get in troubles!

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user68: NEED TO SEE MORE BEZ KARTING

user69: Lego dates😭❤️‍🩹

↳ youruser: Our Legos and Rubik's Cubes nights 🔝

↳ marcobez72: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user70: 😿❤️‍🩹 You're the cutests

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tumblr, lock in. i need bez fics, stat!!!!!

(pretty please 🙏😥)

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my actual wife irl

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i’m dying LMAOOO 😭😭

a quick, fun thing that came to me :)

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you f1 writers need to get into motogp immediately!!!!!

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i need more motogp fics!!!!! i’m going through withdrawals 😥😥