#luca/marc

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

sorry, i have another one: marc/luca with 28 + 37

no pressure to write any of these of course!!🫶

It’s not a bad picture, overall.

A bit suggestive, though. Marc’s large, tan hand spread low on his bare back, his crooked pinkie exactly over one of his largest moles. Nothing else in frame other than Marc’s neutral gray couch, the peek of an unbranded, unremarkable red comforter. It’s high enough that he could maybe be fully naked, but also maybe not.

Luca raises his eyebrows rather pointedly. “Are you sure?”

Marc shrugs, hawk-eyed, unblinking. The feeling of being sized up for being eaten doesn’t fade. Luca knows something insane is coming and isn’t disappointed. “It’s not like you can be recognized from it,” he says, deliberately.

“Am I making to your Instagram before you ask to date me?”

“You haven’t asked me either,” Marc replies—casual if Luca were a little more stupid.

Luca downs the rest of his coffee like a shot of pure Russian vodka, feels it scalding and unsweetened as he makes himself swallow. Marc is still staring at him. There’s a challenge glimmering in the suit of armor flatness of his expression.

He doesn’t bring it up—if he should actually ask to date Marc.

“It’s a good picture,” Luca says instead, neutrally, feeling his heartbeat on the tips of his fingers, this cold, hard wash of adrenalin pumping in his veins like he’s lining up for a race dead last.

There’s a list of things that he’s learned about Marc, since this started. That he is too much, generally, and can’t stop it—but will try to make himself less bothersome if you aren’t one of the few people that he trusts. That he enjoys pushing buttons. That sometimes he doesn’t realize that he isn’t doing that.

Luca wonders if he makes the cut. Would like to, he realizes.

His hand is somewhat unsteady when he steals Marc’s mug and puts it beside his empty one.

“You don’t have to.” Well, not exactly, no, but Marc’s face slackens a bit, the hardness of his gaze replaced by something human.

He frames a domestic picture. “It’s not like you can be recognized from it,” Luca echoes, trying for aggravating and hoping it lands. “Unless someone is really into your kitchenware.”

“It’s probably safe.”

Luca stares blankly at the mugs—Marc’s fancy, plain white porcelain one, and the chipped, dark green monstrosity that he rescued from the bottom of his kitchen cabinets. He has that, and a small sliver of the closet between dozens of Löwe shirts and Alpha Tauri sweaters, and a MX Honda in Marc’s garage that he likes riding, and a collection of pictures of Stitch and Shira dozing off in odd places.

Marc has his front keys, replaced all of his towels because he didn’t like any.

It’s been, he reckons, heart hammering against his ribcage, five months.

“If I get kicked out of Italy,” Luca says, studiously not naming the ghost between them. Adds the red heart he’d been dubiously eyeing. “Are you going to give me shelter?”

Marc laughs, somewhat startled. “Eh, I’m popular with Italy now, maybe you don’t have to worry.”

[lagunaseca2013]

WIP WORD GAME— rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

i was tagged by @speciallivery with the word DOVE!

D

“Does that hurt?” Dao, the young woman translating for Khun Kanchana asks as the old lady presses the heel of her palm into his stomach. He nods, grimacing, because it does but that could be for a lot of reasons. He’d stubbornly downed two espressos on an empty stomach before Luca had finally managed to drag him out of the hotel room. He hadn’t slept more than four hours at a time since they’d landed in Buriram four days ago. Khun Kanchana massages around the area for a few more minutes, frowning. Dao nods along reluctantly as she dictates his diagnosis, then turns to Vale, hesitantly. “She says your liver is holding a lot of resentment. Do you have any long-standing grudges, Mr. Rossi?”

O

One morning he wakes up hard and aching. They’d fallen asleep at 10:45 after a day of racing and two beers each. Marc hadn’t even glanced at the blister pack balanced on the edge of the nightstand, a single blue diamond left. He’d shoved his face into Vale’s armpit and promptly passed out cold. Vale has him pressed tightly between his ass cheeks, nestled safe and warm. The pressure is just right, is just tight enough and if he rolled his hips forward—with a huff, he opens his eyes, squinting at the brightness. They’d forgotten to close the curtains, again, which means that the second thing he sees, after he meets Vale’s equally squinty gaze from where he’s peeking over his own shoulder, brows raised, is the way the sunlight reflects off the Honda. His Honda. In his half-asleep subconscious, he wonders if the way he’s only getting harder has anything to do with that. But, well. Vale is rolling his hips back, lazily, and the softness of his ass grinding down on Marc’s morning wood is enough to distract him from the bikes, naturally. “Do you wanna?” He asks, muffled into Vale’s sleep shirt from where he’s buried his face back into Vale’s curls. He leaves it open-ended because even though they’ve worked some things out, with the choking, and—other stuff, Vale is still in his late forties. And while he never turns Marc down, ever, he still doesn’t initiate, as much, anymore. It’s a fact of life, like all the other facts of life that come with. . . .with growing old together.

V

Vale shivers when he feels it pool in his asshole. Because he’s a dick, and he still hasn’t cum, he rolls onto his back, smearing it everywhere, so he can get an impatient hand on his clit. Sete reaches for him, but Vale knows from experience now that he’s not particularly gifted at finding it, so he bats his hand away with his left foot, arching up as his other hand finds his own tit. That was another thing he’d had to get used to, how crazy sensitive his nipples had gotten since the curse started. The first few hours of womanhood had been highly informative.

E

Expert opinion says that Marc is usually pretty blind about these things, but Luca is about as closed-book as it gets. Alex says you cannot possibly fuck everyone in that family. As if it’s Marc’s fault that Graziano attended his first championship party. Besides, Luca wasn’t technically a Rossi.

i'm tagging @valentin1k and @arrowingon your word is SOUP!

[potato-sports-fan]

cat energy

Ok but Marc is literally a cat??? It’s just the vibe

anyway this drawing is for you Luca, your wish will never be forgotten

[forza-beznaia]

[brisamm1193]

[paucubarsisimp]

7 days of requests!

thank you so much to everybody that left a request today 🩷🩷 requests are now offically closed until tuesday, 13 may!

i’ve made a schedule so you all know what’s coming up (these are requests i’ve gotten from my tumblr and wattpad)

monday, 5th may

mason mount x reader - thin walls part 2

dean huijsen x short!reader - in which dean teases you about your short height

mason mount x reader - in which you and mason have a teenager

hector fort x reader - in which you and hector have a nice night in

ana pelayo x reader x pablo gavi - what they would be like as your boyfriend and girlfriend

tuesday, 6th may

lamine yamal x reader - in which you go to coachella with him and the other barca boys

guille fernandez x reader - in which you’re secretly dating guille and your friends start ignoring you for their boyfriends

pedri x reader - in which you try and teach pedri how to do the salsa

f1 grid x reader - in which you make lego f1 cars together

pedri x reader - in which you meet pedri for the first time and instantly fall in love

wednesday, 7th may

barça boys x reader - in which you and your boyfriend dance to your favourite songs together

ferran torres x reader - in which you are obsessed with ferran’s muscles

alejandro balde x reader - in which you come home insanely drunk and alejandro takes care of you

ferran torres x reader - in which you try to teach ferran the bachata

alejandro balde x reader - in which you fail your finals and alejandro is there to comfort you

thursday, 8th may

pedri x reader - in which your son’s first words are… unexpected

alejandro balde x reader - in which your boyfriend wins against your favourite team in the copa del try final

jan virgili x reader - in which jan eats your cravings and you get super mad

marc bernal x reader - in which you and marc go on a trip together

alejandro balde x reader - in which you start comparing yourself to other wags and models

friday, 9th may

mason mount x reader - in which you fart for the first time in front of your boyfriend

pau cubarsi x reader - in which your hands and feet are always cold and you love torturing pau by freezing him to death by touching him with them

barca boys x reader - in which you and your boyfriend celebrate after the copa del rey win

barca boys x reader - in which you do the “a man” trend with your boyfriend

pablo torre x reader - in which you call his friends and family to see if they would cover for him if he cheats

saturday, 10th may

eric garcia x short!reader - in which eric teases you for being so short

alejandro balde x reader - in which you get the flu and alejandro takes care of you

lando norris x reader - what lando would be like as a boyfriend

pau cubarsi x reader - in which you feel as if he prioritises everything else before you

lucas bergvall x reader - in which you and lucas share a cozy morning together

sunday, 11th may

break (catching up on missing ones)

monday, 12th may

pedri x reader - in which pedri proposes to you after the copa del rey final

pablo torre x reader - in which pablo thinks he’s not good enough for you

ferran torres x reader - in which ferran gets jealous

pedri x reader - in which a girl flirts with pedri but he’s not interested and he’s loyal and you know that

pedri x reader - in which you are a famous singer and you so pedris celebration at one of your concerts so everyone knows you belong to him

tuesday, 12th may

jude bellingham x reader - in which hector cheats on you and you find comfort in jude

xavi espart x reader - in which you fall in love at first sight

hector fort x reader - in which you and hector have a fight and he goes to his mom only to find her comforting you

kylian mbappe x reader - in which your job is to fight and kylian is your wag

vini jr x reader - in which you and vini meet at a party and start to like each other

have a great day loves <333

[auss2egr2t]

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[lagunaseca2013]

WIP WORD GAME— rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

i was tagged by @valentin1k for the word YOUR!

Y

Yet another ghost he finds himself looking for. There’s a lot of those, these days. Luca doesn’t make any indication that he’s heard Marc, or interested in what he has to say, which is probably for the best. Marc knows with an unfortunate amount of surety that Luca had to beg Vale not to come into the trailer with him, the two of them having some kind of storming-away-from-each-other fight in the back of the VR46 garage that Alex had texted him about. Marc had been too busy trying to get champagne out of his ears to see it, until now.

O

Once she’d figured out that Pecco doesn’t actually care that she’s still friends with his ex-fiancé, all bets were off. It kind of seems like they’ve gotten closer lately, actually, but he tries not to dwell on it. His phone has been buzzing in his lap for the last fifteen minutes, but he’s not interested in opening that can of worms either, so instead he’s thinking about Marc.

U

“Um,” Pecco stammers, glancing between Bez and Vale’s rapidly approaching figure. There’s a foreboding look on Vale’s face, as he marches over, one Pecco remembers most vividly from being ordered to do 100 laps around the ranch, once, when he was fourteen after he pulled a dirty trick on Luca around turn 7. It’s a sobering memory, what Valentino had been like, before.

R

Reaching down between them, he pops the button of Pecco’s corduroys with deft fingers. Pecco jolts forward, muffling his moan by biting down on the soft collar of Luca’s shirt when he wraps a calloused palm around Pecco’s weeping cock and gives it a dry tug. It’s equal parts pleasure and pain, and Pecco can’t help but sigh in relief when Luca pulls back just far enough to spit directly on the leaking tip. His breath catches at the sensation of it, Luca dragging his hand up and down until he’s wet everywhere, saliva and precum dripping down his balls.

i’m gonna tag @ducatiloverr and @fall0utmind and also whoever wants to do this!! your word is BREAD 😎

[moonshynecybin]

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

"I think Marc should have cat ears!"🤭🐱

[imeriayapping]

[theleafsheep]

literally who let them do this death sport

[muxas-world2]

Motogp as ;)