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Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:
#5
bull ride - Max Verstappen
Y/N x Max Verstappen
Theme: Smut
some steamy time with Max x
word count: 1970+
Winter break is here, and you finally have some more time with your boyfriend Max, who’s still flying high after him becoming the world champion. Since then, he’d be happier, more relaxed, and overall cuddlier than he used to be. You’re glad that stress is finally gone, for now.
Right now, you’re sitting in the living room of Max’s apartment, while he’s preparing something for you. “Wait here, please.” He smiled, kissed your cheek, and vanished behind the closed bedroom door. Knowing that something is odd, you wait for him to return. He is plotting something, and you’re gonna find out what eventually. Impatiently, you check your phone every five seconds, trying to get your mind off of things, but your whole body shivers in anticipation.
Just then, when you lean back against the soft pillows behind you, you hear the door at the other end of the hallway open. “Honey?” Max says, his voice a little rougher than usual, the anxiety perhaps? “Still here?” You giggle and put your phone down. There is no leaning back anymore, your body is shaking a little, and your eyes are stuck at the wooden doorframe. “Ready?” He says quietly, and you know he is blushing hard, as his voice would always break when he is nervous, so he’s trying to keep it low.
“No!” You say, and both of you share a little laugh. “Define ready, though.” Smirking, you scratch your arm, watching Max enter the living room, dressed up entirely. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, a nice, tight white shirt, a few buttons open, teasing you with his chest, nice tight jeans, and no socks. “Fair enough” he shrugs casually, and you notice that he even shaved his scruffy beard, more like bringing some form into it, even though you like it when his little hair tickles you. “Oh hello.” You say, unsure about how to keep a straight face. He looks so good, and he knows it.
“My lady.” He growls, his hands at his waist as he slowly walks up to you. “May I?” Max smiles, reaching for your hand. You embrace his hand and he instantly, gently pulls you into him. “Easy there, cowboy.” You smirk, steadying yourself against his broad chest, while his hands wander to your waist, securely holding you in place. “Sorry, my lady.” He breathes against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re just, so pretty,” Max whispers, leaning into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips.
You embrace him fully, closing your eyes to just feel him, to taste his delicious taste. But he, instead, separates himself from you, just enough to keep you wanting more. Leaning your head back, you have another look at his hat, his pretty face, and further down his body, running a finger down his neck, right between his open shirt. “This is your surprise?” You lick your lips, your eyes wandering all over his beautiful body. “All of this.” A devious smirk spreads across his face when he starts to slowly grind his hips on yours.
You can feel him being very excited already, which makes you mirror his smirk. “This is something.” Leaning into him, you breathe against his cheek until you're right at his ear. “I’ve never been to a bull ride.” You stick your tongue out, barely reaching his skin, still, it’s enough to make him gasp quietly. He runs his hands around your body, to your butt, feeling your cheeks firmly. “Then, how about we change that?” He returns the favor, even biting your earlobe tenderly. Without you being able to do anything, he easily picks you up and carries you through the apartment into the bedroom.
“You’re a dork.” You giggle, patting his chest while he just grins. “Oh, I am.” He growls and opens the door with his knee. “Oh, Max!” You say, shocked. The whole room is decorated with half a dozen burning candles, a bottle of booze on the nightstand and soft, rock music is playing in the background. “Oh, that?” He shrugs, puts you down, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.
“It’s beautiful.” You say, turning your face to meet his, catching him looking at you with a soft, loving smile on his lips. “Just like you.” Max kisses you again, this time, it’s way more passionate with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, spreading his taste all over your tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he, again, easily picks you up, with his hands around your thighs. The two of you keep kissing each other, when he puts you down on the bed, separating himself from you.
“Watch this.” He smirks, takes a few steps back, and starts moving his hips, easily catching the rhythm of the song playing in the background. Smiling, you cheer for him, when you catch sight of the bottle again. Snatching it from the nightstand, you open it in one swift movement, while Max keeps on rocking his hips, squatting down even, losing himself in the music. You take a long sip from the booze, enjoying its taste mixed with Max’s. “Take it off.” You start chanting, making him blush again. But he winks and starts unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time.
“That’s it.” You cheer again, before you stop, your eyes now glued to his beautiful frame, his chest, his tits, and the little treasure trail leading down his jeans. He catches you staring, and smirks. “Too much?” He grunts, and you smirk even wider. “Come here.” You mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does, and even flexes his arms for you, once he’s right in front of you. “Too much?” You scuff, running a hand along his arms, feeling his biceps tense even harder.
“Not at all.” You start stroking him now, his arms, his neck, down his chest, feeling every fiber of his body react to your slightest touch. To tease him even more, you take another sip from the bottle and start kissing him everywhere. Max giggles, enjoying every second of it though. He places his hands at your neck, running his fingers through your hair, to your cheek and your chin, lifting your head easily with two fingers. “My turn.” He smiles, takes the bottle, and drinks, nearly emptying at once.
Max then helps you take off your shirt, and easily handles your bra right afterward. dropping both of them to the floor right next to the bed. Now, it’s him who’s checking you out, and you feel even better about it. You get up, take one of his hands and lead him to your breasts, letting his finger caress your chest, your boobs, and your nipple. “Amazing.” He says breathlessly, and his eyes find your gaze once more. “Can I get a kiss?” You smile shyly, and he grins, instantly bending down, placing loving kisses all over your tits.
Now it is you who’s running your hands through his hand, removing the cowboy hat with one swipe. “I’m so hard.” He grunts suddenly, and rouches himself through his tight jeans, a grimace spreading over his face. “Let me help you.” You say lovingly, even though you enjoy the sight of him struggling to keep it together. Running a hand between his legs, you stroke him a few times, making Max moan quietly. “God.” He growls again, leaning his head back, letting out a huge sigh.
“That’s right.” You smirk, and open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Instantly, your hands meet his on his dick, the two of you stroking him together through his underwear. He slowly regains his composure and returns the favor. Now, he runs a hand between your legs, stroking your thighs, just with his fingertips. “Mhmm.” You moan underneath your breath, and now, one hand on his dick, you use your other hand to run a finger along his jawline, through the scruffy beard of his.
“hand me the bottle.” You say, and both of you look down at it in Max’s hands. “Nearly empty.” He shrugs, but you have an idea. “Make it count.” You lick your lips, raise the bottle and carefully, tilt it, so it runs down Max’s bare chest. “Y/N!” He giggles, and flinches. “It’s cold.” You don’t reply, instead, you begin to lick it off his skin, again and again, causing him to moan loudly. “That feeling. Fuck.” He growls and grinds his hips against yours again. “So good.” You say, once the bottle is empty, and catch Max staring again. This time, you know what he desires most. You.
Without wasting any more time, he kisses you again, and the two of you get on to the bed. Like in a hurry, both of you manage to get your pants off, including your underwear. “I need you.” He grunts angrily, one hand between your thighs, the other on your tits. “Take me, then.” You hiss, the two of you lying right next to each other. However, before he can make a move, you take the initiative. In one swift motion, you roll on top of him, pinning him down against the bed. “I’m down?” He frowns, not his favorite position at all.
Nodding slowly, you bend down, placing kisses all over his chest again, still tasting the booze. He starts thrusting into the air, unable to contain himself any longer. “Fuck.” He moans once you reach his face, your lips hovering over his. “You'll enjoy this, Max.” You hiss again, kissing him one last time before you make your way back to his crotch. With his huge meat tenting inside his briefs, you cannot help yourself but bite your lower lip. “Oh boy.” You say, grabbing him firmly, making him whimper. “Y/N.” He grunts, trying to keep his head up but fails due to exhaustion.
“What.” You smirk, tracing the outlines of his obvious swelling with your nails, sending shivers down his spine. Carefully, teasingly, you pull down his underwear, having a nice, long view at his fully erect cock. You make your way back to his face, biting his lips. “Time for a ride.” Max breathes heavily, and together, he slides inside of you, filling you completely. Both of you moaning in unison, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder than ever before. His nipples rock hard, and his strong, veiny arms pressed against the bed.
Now, you start riding him, starting off pretty slow and tame, much to Max’s dismay. “Fuck me.” He groans, and you increase the pace steadily. “Your huge.” You moan excitedly, loving the feeling of him inside you, hitting the sweet spot every single time. Max tries to reply, but a groan is all that comes out of his mouth. Going faster and faster, you easily take up each other’s rhythm, making it even harder not to cum right now. Thrusting harder and harder, you look down, looking at Max, whos very close to climaxing. He claws his fingers into the bedsheets.
“Fuck, I’m cumm...” He moans loudly, and you bend down, kissing him lovingly. “Not yet.” You demand and watch him grimacing once more. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your limits as well, and after a few more harsh thrusts, the two of you scream out in ecstasy, Max cumming inside you, which sends you right over the edge as well. For a moment, you freeze in this position. Both of you breathing quickly. Gently, he pulls his throbbing dick out, and you drop next to him, instantly getting wrapped into a hug by Max.
“That was fucking good.” He moans, touches himself gently, and places a single kiss on your forehead. “We need to do that again.”
258 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Januar 2022
#4
338 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 15. August 2022
#3
suit fitting - Charles Leclerc
Y/N x Charles Leclerc
Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, not too explicit
enjoying how good Charles looks in his Ferrari suit x
word count: 1080+
The day has come, when you and your long-time boyfriend Charles made your way towards the Ferrari Testing Center, for the winter testing. This means that you finally be able to enjoy Charles wearing his red racing suit again, which you missed dearly. So once he asked you to join him on that special day, you didn’t even think for one second about it, before you basically jumped into his arms.
Now, you’re sitting in Charles' little private area, waiting for him to show off his nice, tight suit. He asked you to wait for him here since it would be even more exciting with a special entrance. So, you check your clock, nearly half an hour went by, without any sign of him returning to you. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your jeans, and browse your Instagram feed, replying to some messages, when you hear someone approaching the room through the long hallway.
Luckily, some walls are made of glass, so there isn’t really any hiding behind concrete, but this also means, that you spot him instantly. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath once you catch sight of him, and there he is. Charles steps inside the room, runs a hand through his beautifully messed up hair, and shows off his gorgeous smile. “Hi there.” He says softly, and stops in his tracks, for you to take a good look at him. “Hey.” You breathe deeply, get up from the sofa and slowly make your way towards him.
Of course, you cannot help yourself and let your eyes wander all over his well-formed body. Starting at his boots, and up to his body. His legs, and especially his big thighs look so good inside the suit, the fabric flattering all of him perfectly. But then, you spot a huge bulge already formed at his crotch, telling you how excited he already is. “Damn.” You think to yourself and bite your lips. Keeping your eyes at the visible tent in his trousers, you break free from the sight and continue to check him out.
Nodding appreciatingly, you enjoy the sight of his broad chest, his arms, biceps, and shoulders bulging against the soft fabric of the suit until you reach his beautiful face. Charles smirks playfully, knowing very well how hot he looks, and what the sight of him, wearing this outfit does to you. “So, what do you think?” He growls, lifting his arms into a quick shrug. “Oh, I think you know that already.” You hiss, squinting at him, causing him to giggle underneath his breath. “I do.” He grins, placing both of his hands at his own chest, stroking himself firmly. For a while, you watch his hands moving across his chest, down to his tummy, and even further down to his crotch, feeling his bulge gently.
“Charles.” You say softly, taking another step closer towards him, placing your hands now at his chest. “Yes?” He says, raising his eyebrows and simultaneously, he places both of his hands at your waist, pulling you even closer towards him. “Do you have something for me, somewhere?” You say softly, running a finger to the zipper of his chest piece. “Huh?” He tilts his head slightly, playing the innocent one. Charles of course knows what’s happening down there. He knows how good he looks, and he enjoys this, but, knowing how much you like this, turns him on even more.
“Charles.” You pout, leaning into him, making sure your lips just brush over his, and immediately, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils, causing you to close your eyes for just mere seconds. You open your eyes again, and your gaze meets his, with him smirking deviously. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” Hissing, unzip his suit slowly, teasingly, without breaking eye contact with him. At the same time, he starts grinding on you, his crotch against yours, but just enough to keep the teasing going.
Feeling his bulging dick against your thighs, you bite your lower lip, holding back a soft moan. “You like it hard.” He grunts and his face stiffens, with his expression hardening as well. “Don’t you.” Charles raises his eyebrows again, and without giving you any chance to react, he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You embrace him in an instant, and let him take the lead. He is aching for control, and you know there is no point in even trying to take over. It’s his suite, his comfort zone, and you are so happy to be here today, that you allow it.
Charles separates himself from you to take a deep breath, and you seize the moment, unzipping his racing suit. Quickly, your hand slips inside it, stroking his chest, his hard nipples, and his tenses muscles through his fireproofs. “So good.” He leans his head back, groaning deeply. Pleased with yourself, you lean into him again, placing kisses all over his neck, letting his scruffy beard tickle you again and again. While you please him with a dozen passionate kisses, you feel his hands stroking your waist, your ass, and down to your thighs, but he holds back, before running one of his hands between your legs.
Slowly but steadily, Charles regains his composure and lowers his head, once again, his burning gaze meeting yours in an instant. “I love you.” He growls, and his body shivers when you run your hand down to his crotch, feeling his erect dick through his pants. “I love you too, Charles.” You say, kissing him once more. He runs his hands along your back, your spine, to your neck, securely holding you in place. “We need to stop now, I’m afraid.” Charles groans softly and separates himself from you again. “Yeah, for now.” You say, grabbing his dick one last time, making him flinch and giggle.
“Tonight?” He says, running a hand through your hair and to your cheek, stroking you with his thumb. The feeling of his soft skin on yours sends shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait.” You breathe deeply, and slip out of his pants, stroking his tummy a few more times while he stares into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re here.” Charles smiles, and you nearly get lost in his bright, shining eyes. “I’m so happy to have you.” You say and close his racing suit carefully. “Me too.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead.
Then, together, you make your way to testing.
346 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022
#2
Pluisje - Max Verstappen
Y/N x Max Verstappen
Theme: Fluff
spending a cuddly day with Max, getting him a new nickname x
word count: 670
Even though the sun is shining outside of your apartment window in Monaco, you and your boyfriend Max decided to spend the day at home, being lazy. You’re lying on the sofa, with Max’s head casually resting on your lap. His eyes are closed, his hair messy and he’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, since you were not planning to leave your flat anyways.
You did the same, but, you decided to plunder his side of the cupboard, putting on one of his orange Redbull hoodies, a pair of his grey joggers, and socks. Smiling shyly, you run a hand through his soft, fluffy hair, again and again, while he purrs softly. Max lifts his arm, gently stroking yours with his fingertips, just enough to send shivers down your spine. Casually, he begins to stroke his chest, once, then twice, still purring contently.
“Feeling good?” You giggle, slightly tilting your head, watching him curiously. He opens his eyes sleepily, barely able to look at you with the bright sunlight blinding him through the window behind you. “Yeah.” He yawns widely, stretching his right leg. His yawn turns into a long, guttural groan before his whole body softens again and he rubs the back of his head against your lap. “That’s right.” You run your fingers through his hair one last time, before you caress his cheek softly, down to his jawline and through his very, scruffy beard.
A content smile spreads across his lips, and with that, he closes his eyes again, letting out a breathless sigh. “I like your beard like this.” You smile, tracing his jawline with your finger, feeling his little, tingling hair with your fingertips. “You do?” He growls, opening his eyes, this time, they shine even brighter than usual. Nodding, you enjoy the feeling on your skin, when a coy smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. “You’re my pluisje.” You say, trying your best not to giggle again. “Pluisje?” He smiles, his eyes now stuck at yours. “I like that.” Max grins, and you playfully poke his nose.
“Stop:” He protests, trying to avoid your finger, but you’re way too persistent. You poke him a couple of times, but to not tease him any longer, you bend down and kiss him right on his lips. Instantly, he embraces your lips on his, and he kisses you back, once, twice, before you place one last kiss onto his nose and separate yourself from him again. Growling, he turns his head towards your tummy, and you chuckle. “A bit sleepy, aren’t we?” You smirk, and he just nods slowly. “You’re way too comfy.” He says, with his rough voice a little softer than normal.
“I know.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair again, watching him for a little while, before you feel like joining him. “Make some space.” Poking him again, this time, his shoulder, he instantly moves slightly, so you can lie down right in front of him. Now, face to face, you watch him open his eyes exhaustedly. “Hey.” He growls, smiling weakly. “Hey.” You return the favor, and lift your arm, inviting him to come even closer. “Thank you.” He licks his lips before resting his head against your chest. “Always.” You smile softly, wrapping an arm around his body, gently stroking his back through his shirt.
Carefully, silently even, one of his hands slip underneath your hoody, and his cold hand starts to stroke you, just around your navel. “Max, your hand is cold.” You giggle with shivers running through your whole body. “That’s fun.” He smirks, lifting his head so his gaze meets yours. “My pluisje.” You say and kiss him again, his hair tickling you slightly. “My princess.” He growls once you separate from him, and he kisses you again, and again, with you enjoying every one of them.
You spend some more time cuddling before it’s to get something to eat.
351 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Februar 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
whispers - Carlos Sainz Jr
Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr
Theme: a little bit of everything, not too explicit
Carlos comforts you when you’re being anxious about making your relationship public x
word count: 1430+
It’s nearly midnight on this grey winter night when you find yourself lying in the bed of your boyfriends’ apartment. You’ve met Carlos about two months ago, and after just three dates, you were certain that he is the one you want to spend your time with. Everything about your relationship feels right. He treats you like his queen, makes sure to fulfill all of your wishes, and knows how to use his charm to make you smile, even when you don’t feel like it.
You’re lying in bed, covered with a thick, fluffy blanket, and watch Carlos getting ready to join you. He takes his shirt off, casually dropping it to the floor right next to the bed, runs his fingers along his jawline, through his scruffy beard, and up through his already messed up hair. Smiling, but tired, you struggle to keep your eyes open when he turns around, looking at you with a soft, gentle smile. Carlos starts to look down at his own chest, and runs a hand through his chest hair, tenderly stroking himself a couple of times.
He’d do that from time to time, especially when he is nervous. It helps him to calm down, and you appreciate getting a glance at his well-formed body, his beautiful abs, his hairy chest, and of course, his massive arms. “Carlos.” You smile, rubbing your eyes. “Oh.” He giggles, as you lift the blanket, inviting him to join you underneath the fluffy cloud. “I’m coming.” Carlos gets on top of the bed and crawls closer towards you, but before he joins you, he leans into you, kissing you lovingly.
Once, twice, his soft lips meet yours, and his beard starts tickling you slightly. “I’m ticklish.” You protest, moving your head to avoid his little, scruffy hair but he keeps on kissing you a couple of more times. “I know. I love that.” He growls deeply and separates from you just enough so you can stare into each other’s eyes. Then, you notice his distinctive, familiar scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet, and it’s surrounding him fully. One reason you feel so comfortable when you’re near him.
“I love those too.” You smile shyly, and place a hand at his cheek, gently stroking him with your thumb. Carlos smiles as well, his face softening quickly while his toned body stays tensed, his muscles bulging underneath his skin. Carefully, he slides inside your cocoon and wraps the blanket around the two of you. Instantly, you embrace his body against yours, hugging him tightly. He does the same, sheltering you with his big arms. You enjoy the heat of his body, the smell of his scent as he places a few, very delicate kisses on your forehead.
For a second, you feel at ease, but then you remember that you’re about to join him at a charity event next Sunday, which makes you a little anxious. Carlos notices your composure shifting just slightly, and he separates himself a little bit, to be able to look at your face. “Are you okay?” He whispers, his eyes shining dimly. “Yeah.” You mouth breathlessly, but keeping eye contact is way too hard, so you look down at his chest instead. For a while, you feel the heat rising inside every fiber of your body, and you know that your face is completely red.
“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay, I promise.” He growls again, running a finger along your arm, trying his best to help you relax. “It’s just, I’m a little anxious.” You say shyly, and look up at him again, and his face softens even more. “About what?” He says comfortingly, as you place a hand at his firm chest, and start drawing circles across his skin, his chest, and down to his abs. “About next week.” You say, forcing a weak smile, which he notices immediately. “Oh,” Carlos says, and thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs.
“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to go.” He smiles, still stroking your arm tenderly. “No, it’s not like that, it’s just-.” You breathe deeply, a wave of shiver running down your spine. “It’s our first official event. As a couple.” Biting your lower lip, you shrug quickly. “It’s stupid, I- I know.” Expecting him to laugh at you, you tilt your head slightly and your eyes wander down his body, watching your fingers running across his skin.
But then, he places a hand on yours, embracing your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Y/N. That’s not stupid, at all.” Carlos frowns, and a little shocked, you look into his eyes again, to see him smiling comfortingly. “It will be great. You’ll do great, and we will have so much fun.” He giggles, making you smile as well. “But what if they don’t like me?” You say, blushing heavily again. “Why?” He says, confused. “You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, kind,” Carlos says, his eyes wandering down your body, appreciating all of you. “So, so gorgeous.” He growls once again, his deep voice a little rougher and huskier than usual.
“Carlito.” You say, hitting him playfully, causing him to giggle under his breath. “But seriously, there is no need to be nervous about anything.” He says, a little more serious than before, and he kisses your forehead again. “I just. I don’t know. I hope your fans will like me as well.” As soon as you say that, you see a shimmer igniting in his beautiful eyes, and a huge playful smirk spread over his face. “Oh, don’t worry. They will love you.” He says confidently, the smirk growing wider and wider.
“You think?” You say, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What about, we do a little sneak peek?” He says, looking at you with a well-known expression. Carlos would always look at you like that when he has an idea, that is a little weird at first, but always ends up making your day. “What do you have in mind?” You say, looking at him suspiciously. Carlos chuckles, moving underneath the blanket, freeing himself from the cocoon to snatch his phone from the nightstand. “We take a little picture for Instagram, and we will see what people think.” He groans, stretching his arm to grab the phone before he turns back to you.
Thinking deeply, you look at the phone, his face and his chest again and again. “Okay.” You say, smiling shyly. Happy with himself, he gets back into the cocoon and pulls you into a tight hug. “Let’s try this.” He grunts as you steady yourself against his strong chest. A little nervous, you bury your face against his shoulder, just in time for him to take the picture. Carlos giggles, and kisses you again. He wraps one hand around your arm, pulling you even closer towards him. “Here.” He says and shows you the photo he just took.
It’s a very cute couple picture, with him smiling excitedly, even though you can see the exhaustion in his tired eyes. You, on the other hand, are barely seeable through your hair, and his arm around your back. But, a shy little smile is visible, with your nose against his chest. “That’s cute.” He says, rubbing his nose against your forehead. “It is.” You say, stroking his chest again. “Shall we post it?” He says, tilting his head for you to look into his eyes again. “Yeah.” You breathe deeply and watch him post it to his Instagram. “Done.” he smiles, and instantly the post is flooded with all of his fans being happy, excited, and everyone is asking for your name, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.
Blushing again, you cannot fathom the reaction, but it makes you extremely happy. “See, babé. They love you already.” Carlos giggles, and puts his phone away. “I guess.” You say, still lost in your thoughts. “But I love you more.” He says suddenly and starts placing kisses all over your face. “Carlito, I’m ticklish.” You try to defend yourself, but he’s way too quick and strong. To get the upper hand, you pinch his hard nipple, causing him to flinch and whimper. “Y/N: That’s not fair.” He says as you get the advantage and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed.
Both of you are still catching your breath when you stare into each other’s eyes one last time. “Thank you, Carlos.” You say lovingly, running a hand along his cheek, and through his hair. “Always.” He says, and you kiss him before you cuddle for a while until you both fall asleep.
510 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Januar 2022
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MOTOGP Wetten – 2. Rennen 2019: Grand Prix von Argentinien in Termas de Rio Hondo
Das 1. Rennen 2019 in Katar konnte Ducati-Pilot Andrea Dovizioso (Italien) vor dem fünfmaligen MotoGP-Weltmeister Marc Marquez gewinnen. Mit 0,2 Sekunden Vorsprung setzte sich „Dovi“ am Ende knapp aber höchst verdient durch, da er ca. 90% des Rennens geführt hatte.
Beim 2. Grand Prix 2019 in Argentinien holte sich Marquez fast schon erwartungsgemäß die Pole Position. Von Position zwei startet Yamaha-Pilot Maverick Vinales (Spanien) und Doviziose komplettiert die erste Startreihe als 3.
Wichtigstes Kriterium wird das Wetter sein. Wenn es hier regnet, wird es spektakulär. Wer noch nie ein MotoGP-Rennen gesehen hat, sollte um 20 Uhr deutscher Zeit DAZN einschalten.
MotoGP Wetten für den 2. Grand Prix 2019 in Argentinien
Für den zweiten MotoGP-Grand Prix 2019 in Argentinien gibt es einige interessante Head-2-Head-Duelle.
Ich werde nicht auf alle setzen, aber ich werde mir mal alle genauer anschauen.
DAS BRÜDERDUELL ZWISCHEN ALEIX UND POL ESPAGARO
Angefangen mit dem Brüder-Duell zwischen Aleix Espagaro und Pol. Beide mega-sympathisch und richtig coole Rennfahrer. Aber Aleix ist der ältere und auch in meinen Augen bessere Fahrer. Vor allem hat er auch das bessere Motorrad.
Also hier gehe ich auf ALEIX mit Quote: 1.7
DOVIZIOSO vs VINALES
Eine meiner Regeln lautet: GEGEN Vinales geht immer. Irgendwie halte ich wenig von Typen, die Maverick heißen.
Dennoch enthalte ich mich hier einer Wette, weil ich auch kein Großer Dovi-Fan bin. Ich mag ihn zwar als Mensch, aber als Motorrad-Fahrer ist er mir ein wenig zu langweilig. Bei verrückten Rennen würde ich also eher auf Vinales gehen. Da ich das aber nichtwill, enthalte ich mich.
IANNONE vs ZARCO
Hier würde ich sogar 4 Einheiten setzen, wenn ich bei Tipico und den anderen Anbietern, die MotoGP anbieten nicht limitiert wäre.
Das ist in meinen Augen eine Mega-Value-Bet.
Ich bin aber auch ein sehr großer Zarco-Fan. + ich hasse Iannone, obwohl er ein echt guter Racer ist.
Zarco hat in Argentinien als einer der wenigen Fahrer in der Vergangenheit konstant gute Ergebnisse eingefahren. Vor allem konnte er in der Moto2 hier zweimal gewinnen. Er war im ersten Training sogar 7, obwohl er sich auf der KTM nicht wirklich wohl fühlt.
Aber in einem hektischen Regenrennen ist für ihn einiges drin, auch wenn er von fast ganz hinten startet.
Von de fakto ganz hinten startet Iannone. Außerdem ist Iannone eher der Schön-Wetter-Fahrer und ein großer Heißsporn, der eine hohe Sturz-Wahrscheinlichkeit mitbringt.
Zarco hingegen ist wahrscheinlich der ruhigste und intelligenteste Fahrer im Feld. Hoffentlich straft er mich nicht Lügen
Tipp: ZARCO mit Quote 1.85
MILLER vs CRUTCHLOW
Ein unglaublich schwieriges Duell, da beide Argentinien sehr gern haben und stark sind. Crutchlow hat hier letztes Jahr sogar gewonnen. Vor Miller! Auch dieses Jahr ist Crutchlow wieder stark. Aber Miller auch. Crutchlow hat zwar das bessere Bike. Aber Miller hat eine unglaubliche Leistungs- und Lernkurve und ich denke, der wird noch besser werden als er ohnehin schon ist. Ich tendiere eher zum erfahreneren Crutchlow, aber ich respektiere die Leistungen von Miller und würde nicht gegen ihn setzen. Deswegen genieße ich das Rennen und wünsche beiden das Beste.
ROOKIE-DUELL: MIR vs BAGNAIA
Kurz und knapp: keine Emotionen. Keine Wette. Kann beide nicht einschätzen. Da kann alles passieren bei den beiden Rookies.
MORBIDELLI VS QUARTARARO
Quartararo ist ein großes Talent. Der 19-jährige war in Katar bei einem 1. MotoGP Rennen schon auf Platz 5 in der Startaufstellung und würgte dann vor Nervosität die Maschine vor dem Start ab. Dennoch fuhr er noch ein starkes Rennen. In Argentinien will er nun mit besserer Ausgangslage noch weiter vor. Morbidelli kann ich ehrlich gesagt schlecht einschätzen, weil ich auch nicht viel von ihm halte. Grundsätzlich ist das eine Wette auf das Talent von Quartararo, auch wenn der noch sehr ungeschliffen und Sturz anfällig ist.
Tipp: QUARTARARO Q1.85
RINS vs Lorenzo
Alex Rins ist ein unglaubliches Rennen in Katar gefahren und am Ende 4. geworden.
In Argentinien lief es in den Trainins-Sessions und in der Quali nicht so gut. Startplatz 16 ist alles andere als Rins‘ Niveau.
Aber Rins sagt von sich selbst: „Ich bin im Rennen stärker.“ Das stimmt definitiv.
Jorge Lorenzo hingegen startet als 12. vier Plätze vor Rins! Der dreifache Weltmeister ist aber auch alles andere als zufrieden mit seinem neuen Honda-Bike. Währen Team-Kollege Marquez dem 6. WM-Titel entgegen rennt, wird Lorenzo erst in der 2. Saisonhälfte wieder Podiumsluft schnuppern. Für ihm zählen vor allem Renn-Runden. Von daher wird er nicht soviel Risiko gehen wie Rins.
Vor allem ist Lorenzo der vielleicht schwächste Regen-Fahrer unter den Top-Piloten.
Für mich hält Rins hier die Trümphe in der Hand und kann die vier Plätze Unterschied zu Lorenzo mit einem ähnlich guten Rennen wie in Katar locker kompensieren.
Tipp: RINS mit Quote 1.7
RABAT vs ABRAHAM
Das ist jetzt kein Duell für Ästheten. Rabat hat aber definitiv mehr zu bieten als der tschechische Milliadärs-Sohn. Letztes Jahr war „Tito“ Rabat Vierter in Argentinien. Dafür ist die Wette mega valuehaltig. Go, Tito!
Rossi vs PETRUCCI
Das beste zum Schluss! „Rossi“ heißt passenderweise „König“. Der Italiener ist nicht nur der König der MotoGP, sondern auch der König von Argentiniens Rennstrecke. Zumindest was die Beliebtheit betrifft. 2015 feierte er hier den Sieg mit einem Maradonna-Trikot und die Masse flippte aus! 2019 ist der alte Mann mit 40 Jahren auf den 4. Startplatz gefahren. Und damit weit vor Petrucci.
Die Quoten sind mit 1.4 auf Rossi und 2.6 auf seinen Freund und Landsmann Petrucci klar verteilt. Das ist echt ein fieses Duell, weil ich im Duell mit anderen Fahrern auf beide setzen würde. In Katar war Rossi auf Platz 5 gefahren. Vom 4. Platz aus hat Rossi absolut Sieg-Chancen. Egal, wie das Wetter wird.
Petrucci muss hingegen auf möglichst viel Chaos und Regen hoffen. Der Italiener startet von Platz 10 und damit 6 Plätze hinter Rossi. Warum bietet der Wettanbieter überhaupt ein Duell der beiden an, wenn die Sache so klar ist!?
Weil es in Argentinien ein Regen-Rennen werden könnte. Und passend zu seinem Namen ist Petrucci (vgl. „Petrus“) der „Wetterpatron“ der MotoGP.
Kein anderer Fahrer schafft es ein schwaches Bike mit der perfekten Mischung aus Gefühl und Risiko über Pfützen und Wasser zu steuern. Jedoch ist Petrucci mit der Werks-Ducati in seinem 2. Rennen noch nicht so firm. Daher spricht in dieser Wette 90% für Rossi. Die Quote von 1.4 ist immer noch gut, wenn es relativ trocken bleibt.
ABER: sollte es regnen, werden alle auf Petrucci schauen. Ich bin ein großer Fan des gelernten Polizisten und will ihn siegen sehen! Früher oder später wird ihm das gelingen. Warum nicht in Argentinien? Ich wette trotzdem nicht, weil es irgendwo auch Blasphemie wäre gegen Rossi auf einer Strecke zu setzen, auf der er sehr stark sein kann.
So gings gestern in Termas ab, als Rossi vom Hotel grüßte …
MOTO3 – SCHOTTISCHES WETTER
Noch eine „Value“-Wette auf den Sieger der Moto3.
Moto3 ist die kleinste Klasse und absolutes Glücksspiel hier auf einen Sieger zu tippen, weil in JEDEM Rennen die Entscheidung in der letzten Kurve fällt und vorher 3 bis 5 Fahrer um den Sieg kämpfen.
Das ist schön anzusehen oder unmöglich zu wetten. Warum dann trotzdem eine Wette auf den Sieger?
Wenns regnet ist der Schotte McPhee eine Macht. McPhee hat sowohl die meiste Erfahrung als auch das meiste Geschick bei Regen.
Die Quote von 5.5 ist also sehr attraktiv.
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