#Franco Morbidelli

[verdemint]

GRZ PER IL LORE DROP @giuventus ti devo la vita

[v3lnys]

last night i saw @bezzplaining 's franky/mig posts and possibly got possessed D:

ebony tower — 1.2k words — smut/fluff

Andrea Migno/Franco Morbidelli

Mig threw his head back, groans tumbling out past his parted lips as Franky pushed into him all the way. The stretch was obscene and so, so addicting. It left Mig gasping and clinging to Franky's bicep to anchor himself.

He looked up and saw Franky's face, contorted into a frown from concentration and pleasure.

“You're so tight..” Franky gasped as he tried to move, Mig clenching around him, not yet adjusted enough. “Tell me when it's okay..”

Mig closed his mouth and tried to breathe through his nose, but that left him whimpering as he took deep breaths, shaky despite the effort.

His fingers dug into Franky's arm, the firm muscles and flesh dipping slightly under Mig's fingertips. It helped him ground himself, breathe better when he could feel Franky's solid frame under his palms.

Mig wasn't even that much shorter when you compared the actual numbers, but with the way Franky loomed over him, hands on each side of Mig's head, Mig felt infinitely smaller. Maybe he should've felt insecure, being small had its hardships, but he felt safe. Franky like a metaphorical shield, protecting Mig from the outside world, leaving them in their own bubble.

“Move…” Mig pleaded, wet eyes gazing up at Franky from where the smaller man laid amongst the mountain of pillows, legs bent and spread, accommodating Franky's bigger frame between them.

Franky placed his hand on the back of one of Mig's thighs, skin already damp with sweat and strong muscles tense under Franky's wide palm. “Fuck.. Mig..” he murmured hoarsely, hips drawing back the tiniest bit so he could push into Mig again.

It felt like fire inside of Mig's body, muscles tensing before he could tell himself to breathe, to make it easier for himself. Franky stopped again, gentle eyes raking over Mig's scrunched up face, the thick column of his neck as he threw his head back once more.

Mig tried to breathe again, whatever stupid technique that would make his body relax, not clench around Franky like he didn't want to let him go.

Franky's hand left a hot lingering trail over Mig's skin as it slid upwards, gently stroking Mig's side, feeling his muscles loosen slowly.

“Okay?” Franky asked, palm caressing Mig's skin all the way up to his ribs and down to his prominent hip bones.

Mig nodded, eyes still closed, and Franky thought he looked really beautiful like this. “Okay.”

Mig's body didn't protest anymore, the man breathing deep like he just finished an exercise. He took Franky willingly, relishing in the way it felt like he was being split into two and sewn back together each time Franky pushed in and out. In and out.

Franky's skin felt moist under Mig's fingertips, his whole body radiating warmth and blanketing Mig with a comforting presence. Secure.

The pace quickened, the slide slick and easy the more Franky stretched him out. Franky's movements were purposeful and calm, not quick and short like Franky was trying to nail Mig in place.

Mig opened his eyes and took in the sight of Franky above him, beautiful and strong, all tan skin and visible muscles. Mig really wanted to lick his chest, run his tongue flat across the salty skin, sink his teeth into the soft muscle. Later, he told himself.

Franky was looking back at him, eyes droopy and mouth agape. A breathy sound slipped past his parted lips and Mig knew it well, always deemed it as his favorite. A little high pitched and desperate, something so unique that Mig always tried to memorize it, wanted the sound to seep into his bones.

Mig released the death grip he had on Franky's bicep, his hand sliding upwards across the other's broad shoulders, up his neck until he could cradle the side of Franky's face. Mig pulled him down and he went willingly, lips connecting with Mig's in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Franky's hips kept moving, skin slapping together and he couldn't hold back whatever sounds were coming out, falling into the hot abyss of Mig's mouth.

It never felt like Mig was fragile under his touch, his muscled body taking him so well, accepting him like they were meant to be one, nevertheless Franky felt the need to protect Mig, handle him with so much love and care.

Just like the Ivory tower, Franky's body towered over Mig's shorter frame, guarding him from worldly affairs and any struggles, the only thought and sensation in Mig's mind – Franky, Franky, Franky…

In turn, all Franky could feel was his Mig. So beautiful and caring, devoted to him in these moments. Making the prettiest sounds, fingers grasping onto Franky's sweaty curls.

Franky broke the kiss, Mig trying to chase his lips as the other trailed them across Mig's cheekbones and down to his neck. He sucked lightly over his pulse point, tongue laving against the damp skin, eliciting a soft, pleased sound from Mig.

Franky buried his face in Mig's muscular neck, just breathing him in as he kept up his pace, one hand trailing down to take Mig into his hand, relieving some of the pressure from his achingly hard dick.

Mig made the prettiest, needy sound, arching up a little towards Franky. The latter kissed along the column of his neck, occasionally licking a greedy stripe up to the shell of his ear.

Franky tugged on Mig's dainty hoop earring with his teeth, his moans right up against the smaller man's ear, making him shudder. The grip around Mig tightened and he tensed up slightly, all of the sensations driving him insane.

A firm hand placed itself on Franky's nape, keeping him in place when he tried to trail his lips up to Mig's again. “Stay.. stay..” Mig whispered feverishly, grip on Franky's nape tightening as he felt teeth scrape his jugular.

“M’close..” Franky panted against Mig's skin, his big hand moving along Mig's shaft in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“Yeah.. fuck.. me too,” Mig pressed out, sweat gathering on his forehead with the effort to stay collected, but it was infinitely harder when Franky was cleaving him open, thrusts powerful yet measured; although starting to get sloppy as Franky lost himself in the final moments before his orgasm.

Franky came with a groan, the sound vibrating against Mig's throat and seeping into every fiber of his being. Mig kept his head there, pressed somewhere along his trapezius, Franky still weakly kissing the sensitive skin, potential bruises from his lips latching on too hard.

A few more strokes and Mig felt everything tense up, spilling across his own stomach moments later. The hazy sensation of his orgasm and Franky's come inside him left him a little brainless, chest heaving and hand slowly unclasping from Franky's nape.

He distantly felt Franky pull out and gently kiss his temple, soothing Mig and cleaning him up with napkins for now.

Mig rolled over and curled up against Franky's strong chest, one arm draping over his waist to press up closer. Franky kissed him gently, muttering quiet praises against his lips, wide palm soothingly stroking Mig's back, drawing shapes on his hip.

A light sensation overtook both of them, the sense of security in each other's arms intoxicatingly soothing.

[yaoigovroom]

wanted to try my hand at drawing some other guys!!!

[celestinovietti]

valentino rossi congratulating his academy boys 💛

[marco-bezzecchi]

The family is back together!!

[misanocircuit]

every riders' outro on the MotoGP™ channel! [2024]

[ray935sworld]

Proud dad moment

[bezzplaining]

🌊

[scrollonso]

pictures of vale from each year he had a son + his age 😸 (im bored)

vale when he had franky (1994, 15)

vale when he had mig and niccolò (1996, 16/17)

vale when he had pecco and luca (1997, 17/18)

vale when he had diggia and bez (1998, 19)

vale when he had cele (2001, 22)

[anitalianfrie]

Find yourself a man who can be philosophical about cats

[celestinovietti]

vr46 academy boys singing the italian anthem (or copying their father valentino and not)

[marco-bezzecchi]

Harsh reminder that celin is injured 🥲

[myrquez]

in this week’s new episode of: valentino rossi committing psychological warfare on his own children

“What VR46 did in 2020 to tease and motivate their riders, because they know what to do in this situation and they do because they want to stay ahead, was to use Morbidelli as a mean. They told him (Pecco), this guy (Franco) is fighting for a championship while you’re down there in P15. Yes, you two both train together and you do good for three laps (or, you’re faster) but then you get tired, you get bored and then you’re out there partying, meanwhile that guy keeps working hard. And they threatened him, they told him, here we got respect for everyone, expect for the ones who don’t even try to do their best. And that’s when something clicked in Pecco’s brain.”

[ray935sworld]

I LOVE THAT VALE'S FIRST POST ABOUT AUSTRIA IS JUST A PHOTO DUMP OF HIS BOYS/ THEM BEING HUGGED/ CUDDLED BY HIM

He knows they are his boys

[bezzplaining]

im going feral I WANT HIM 👹

[forza-beznaia]

sorry to luca and mig 🙃