#ducati polycule

[ren-the3rd]

Okay so,,, i keep thinking about the ducati polycule

so we know via Marc’s stories that Gemma take online italian classes, do you think Pecco and Domi would be helping her afterwards with her homework

they would be all four of them in Marc’s place or at a race wherever they are staying and while Marc would be a menace, Pecco being rather type A would be the only thing holding the study session together

Domi wouldn’t be as much of a menace but would kiss Gemma each time she replied correctly both for praise and to distract her, after getting bored her and marc would 100% make out to make Gemma and Pecco horny want to stop it

and it would 100% end up in sex but only after Gemma finished the homework and practice (Pecco would probably just give her the answers by the end, if Marc had worn them down enough)

also i remember Marc telling Pecco after a race that he should learn catalan and i 100% see him asking gemma to teach him basic sentences and additional words and after a race he would try praise and say something very sweet to marc in catalan

And because it’s after a race and he is exhausted he would say it slightly wrong and marc wouldn’t understand and then they are swept away for podiums and interviews and there are too many cameras

And the whole thing is probably a good thing because you know how your first language just hits different and is less emotionally distant cause you cannot get away from the words? yeah so Marc would fold so quick and it’s a good think no one is around when Pecco finally tells him want he wanted to tell him :)

[dellovestorant]

Not Gemma moving so Gigi could stand next to Marc 😭 Ducati polycule is alive and well

[moonshynecybin]

agreeing with prev 'bonafide hater' anon SO MUCH as i am also not enthused about pecco vs. jorge (they can pry marc motogp champ 2024 from my cold, dead hands...and i can settle for enea too)

other benefits i can see to jorge winning are that he, aleix and the rest of the andorra polycule may actually have an orgy right then and there if jorge wins. admittedly i do want to see that...

also if pecco gets destabilized by losing to jorge even with 8 wins in a season and putting his name with the greats (which again agreeing with prev anon) he'll be more susceptible to the "mind games" which 1) wimpering wet rat pecco is BY FAR my fave version of pecco (tbh the only valid version to me...well that and domizia worshipper) and 2) it'll hopefully make rosquez 2025 even more rancid and depraved and i'll be even more seated than i already am for next year

quite literally if pecco comes into next season with a loss he’s gonna go crazy. vale’s gonna walk into ducati hospitality to see a wall of pictures of marc connected together with red string and be like. hey did u take this from the ranch ?

[elareine]

If you could, can you please write JayTim or RoyTim (whichever one you want) trying to be romantic and woo Tim (maybe with some puns, I love puns), but Tim is a bit oblivious towards it, because the other is so cool, therefore they must be trying to make friends and be nice with him and nothing more. So when he does finally realize its an italicized "Oh" moment.

Hi lovely!! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this fill. I... ended up making it JayRoyTim, I hope that's okay? It just fit so well, but I can totally write something else with JayTim or RoyTim for you if you want :)

Also, it turned out to be about pick-up lines more than wooing, sorry. I might’ve gone overboard with googling the puns. It's long enough that I put it on ao3, too. What's your username on there? Then I'll gift it to you.

if you were a transformer (you’d be optimus fine)

“Well, here I am.”

Tim looks up, utterly confused. “I didn’t call for you, but… that’s… great?”

Roy waggles his eyebrows. It looks faintly disturbing. Redheads should maybe not do that. Or, actually, Tim revises mentally, thinking of literally every other redhead Dick ever dated—that’s just Roy. “What are your other two wishes?”

“Coffee and some silence to finish working this case?”

Roy looks weirdly deflated at that, but he does get him some coffee. Tim soon forgets about it.

—

(“How’d it go?”

“Does obliviousness run in the family?”

“Yes. Yes it does. Have you met Bruce?”

“…okay, fair. Your turn next.”)

—

“Jason? What’re you doing here?”

Sure, Jason and Roy have been spending a lot more time in Gotham lately. Something to do with a case, Tim assumes. Maybe even with the one that they worked on together in Star City five months ago?

Anyway. They’ve been around, is what Tim is saying. Not at the manor, but at Tim’s apartment and his workspace, cause apparently it’s not worth rebuilding their safe house after it went up in flames, and Bruce and Damian are too often at Dick’s place. He’s not exactly surprised to see either of them anymore. (Pleased, yes. But not surprised.) However, Tim has no fucking clue why Jason is currently grinning at him from the other side of the library desk.

At least Tim has the good sense to check his name tag before he gasps: “Jason?”

“Oh, hey, Tim.” Jason’s grinning. “Guess you figured out my new job, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tim shakes his head. “Color me surprised.” So this is what Jason’s spending his days doing. He’s gotta be shadowing someone, right? Tim’ll ask him tonight.

“I’ve always liked this place.” Jason’s gaze is far away for a moment. Tim badly wants to know what he’s remembering. Then the older man seems to come back to himself and gives Tim a weird—maybe angry?—look. “It’s a good thing I’m a librarian, too, cause I’m totally checking you out.”

“Alright, I can take a hint.” Tim grabs his book and demonstratively walks over to the self-service scanners. Really. How rude.

—

(“Are you telling me he managed to resist you in your cardigan?”

“Apparently.”

“Aww. C’mere, babe.”)

—

So Roy blows things up all the time. No, really, Tim now totally understands why Dick was so happy when he heard the duo is camping out at Tim’s place for a change. His older brother even gave Tim a thumbs-up, for God’s sake. He must’ve known.

Cause yeah, there’s at least one explosion every two days. Or Roy dropping something cause he’s too focused on what he’s thinking to remember what his hands are doing. Or something dropping on him. Jason seems used to it; he just catches whatever it is or laughs at Roy. Tim… is starting to learn to do the same, actually. Whatever Roy comes up with at that moment is usually worth it, and besides, he’s kinda adorable.

Aaaaaaanyway. (He’s using that word a lot in his own thoughts right now. Almost as if he’s avoiding thinking about something. Hmm.) Tim’s not surprised when Roy walks into a room, stumbles, and slaps a hand over his eyes with a dramatic exclamation.

Tim, in shorts and not much else cause he got drenched in pollen earlier, just raises an eyebrow. “Alright, Roy?”

“Nope.” Roy’s hand is still covering his face, but Tim can still see his grin underneath. “I’m gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”

“Roy. You have both of these things,” Tim explains slowly, wondering if Roy sustained a brain injury or accidentally dosed himself on something. “And why insurance?”

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

God. Sometimes Tim wonders about the original Titans and their socialization for the two dudes if this is how they think making friends works. Then again, Kori, Donna, and Dick probably appreciated constant compliments about their beauty. It all makes sense. Roy must be so used to it that he even uses those same methods when someone unexceptional like Tim is around.

He smiles gamely. “I’m looking forward to hearing that phone call. Must be almost as great as the time Bruce tried to convince his insurance company that Clark dropping on his car wasn’t an act of God because God is demonstrably not a Kryptonian. Neither was the giant ape punching Clark out.”

Roy drops his hand at that. “…Batman did what?”

—

(“You were doing so well, too.”

“I knoooow. How much more obvious can we get?”

“I dunno, but I intend to try.”)

—

“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!”

“Haha. No. Star Trek or die.” Tim’s answer is automatic. He’s had these discussions soooo many times with Kon before. Of course Jason also goes for the space cowboy soap opera.

Besides, Jason’s boyfriend is standing right next to him. He doesn’t mean to sound flirtatious with Tim. Or maybe he does, and it’s just good fun? Or maybe teasing him? Tim can’t figure it out, but he knows he doesn’t like the weird hollow feeling he gets in his stomach when he thinks about it, so he changes the topic.

And makes both of them sit down to watch some classic Captain Kirk, of course.

—

(“Should I be insulted by that pick up line?”

“Nah. There aren’t that many lines that imply a polycule, though.”

A kiss. “Alright.”)

—

One of the things Jason and Tim have in common is their predilection for motorbikes and fiddling around with them. Not that makes them unique in the batclan; Tim has never spent days quietly working side-by-side with Dick, though, the way he does with Jason. They started out with separate projects. Then Jason saw this vintage Ducati at an abandoned warehouse he was about to blow up and, well… Would be a shame, right? Tim just happens to have had one of these before—regrettably lost to one of Harley’s exploding baseball bats—so he offers his expertise.

It’s not because it means bending over the engine with Jason, closer than they ever are, their hands brushing when they hand each other instruments. It’s not.

Roy doesn’t join them. He’s too polite to say so, but he finds normal cars and bikes boring af. Doesn’t stop him from popping his head into the garage and whistling when he sees that they are shirtless and covered in grease. It’s a damn good look on Jason, so Tim can’t fault him for that.

Roy follows it up with a: “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you got fine written all over you.”

Tim can’t help it; he blushes at the suggestive tone. Those two never stop flirting with each other, do they? So far, he has managed to avoid stumbling over them while they’re making out (not that they’re making that easy—the kitchen? Really?), and he’d like to keep avoiding that, thank you very much. He’s already feeling guilty enough for his fantasies as it is.

“Uh. I should clean up,” he mumbles and flees.

—

(“Dammit.”

“…do you think that was a rejection?”

“Nah. He was definitely checking me out before you came and fucked it up.”

“That’s saying something if you noticed it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

—

So Tim has magically acquired cat ears and a very fluffy tail. Don’t ask. They’re gonna go away in eight hours, and until then, he’s gonna stay in the cave and work himself to distraction. Jason seems intent on keeping him company, though.

(It’s nice. Tim loves hanging out with Jason—that’s not the problem. The issue is that Tim is looking ridiculous, and Jason is being nice about it, and none of this is helping his stupid crush go away.)

They’re absently chatting about nothing until Jason says: “Kinda a pity you’re a cat, though.”

Tim looks up. Huh? Admittedly, he never pegged Jason as the type to go for catboys (though maybe… he did hang out with Kyle… perhaps it’s just that he definitely doesn’t go for Tims), but that’s still a weird pronouncement.

Jason is grinning. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He pauses. “Wait. Like even more than you already are. Uh.”

Tim sighs. Great. And now Jason is making fun of him again. “Whatever.”

—

(“A chicken?”

“Shut up. I panicked.” A sigh. “He was so cute with these ears.”

“…yeah, he was.”)

—

“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all night.”

“I’m not tired,” Tim says automatically. Why does everyone keep asking him that tonight? Surely the shadows under his eyes can’t be that bad? He used concealer!

Something in Roy’s expression softens. “Aww. C’mere.” He pats the space on the couch next to him, and when Tim sits down, Roy pulls him half of on top of him and into a hug. “Relax for a bit, little bird.”

Tim sinks into the embrace, boneless all of a sudden. Roy just has that effect on him. Tim vaguely remembers thinking of him as his oldest brother’s cool friend and then Jason’s cool boyfriend, kind of a fuckboy but clearly good for Jay.

Now? Now, Roy just makes him feel safe.

—

(“So you spent the night on the couch just so he could sleep in your arms?”

“Yeah. Totally worth it.”

“Duh.”

“I just wish we could do that with him every night. Bet he fits perfectly between us.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“We might have to up the ante or switch tactics.”)

—

They’re talking about their favorite books—Tim doesn’t read as much as Jason does, but they discovered a shared love of sci-fi weeks ago—when Tim says: “Actually, that book kinda reminds me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Overly dramatic but good.”

Jason makes an offended noise, and Tim grins.

“I’m not sure which part I should argue about first.” Jason pretends to think.

Tim is always down to tell Jason that fuck his self-perception—Jason is a good man, one of the best Tim knows; that also feels too revealing right now. Instead, he gets up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabs the first stack on the table, carrying them over to the shelves to replace the gaps. “What kind of book would I be?”

“Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”

“Annoying and no one reads it?” Tim asks without turning around, trying to ignore the babe. That’s. That’s gotta be a slip of the tongue, right? Force of habit from spending so much time with Roy?

“No, fine,” and the emphasis is clear this time. Jason continues before Tim can reply: “Though if we’re talking books…”

Tim whirls around. “Save it. You don’t have to make fun of me just because I—“He swallows down the words.

Jason looks alarmed. “Tim—“

As if he can smell trouble, Roy chooses that moment to enter the room. Tim has barely heard him approach, Jesus. He doesn’t want to have this argument in front of Roy, though, so he just stands there in the middle of the room. Jason, too, has stopped speaking.

Roy, of course, takes one look at the awkwardness and decides to make it worse. Or more confusing.

“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asks.

“As this isn’t Hansel and Gretel, no, I didn’t.” Tim checks his shirt, just in case this is an actual conversation opener and not just a weird attempt at a distraction. “Do I have soot on me?”

“Nope.” Roy shakes his head, and he’s smiling that smile again, the one Tim is startled to recognize, the one he thought is reserved only for Jason— “Because you’re hot.”

And finally, Tim gets it. “Me?”

“Yes, Tim.” Roy’s moving in closer. “You.”

There’s a soft touch to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim whirls around, expecting Jason to be mad, cause his boyfriend is—is hitting on Tim, right, that’s what’s happening, Jason can’t be happy—

Jason is smiling down at him. His hand is still resting on Tim’s shoulder, but it slides down to his collar bone, a gentle presence as he murmurs: “You’re so beautiful that you made forget my pick up line.”

Oh. Oh.

Tim says the first thing he can think of: “Are you a raisin?”

Jason starts grinning. “I’m not even gonna qualify that with an answer.”

Tim smiles back. “Cause you’re raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.”

And he gets one. And then another, and then Roy joins in, kissing Tim’s neck and then his mouth and—Yeah.

They’re too busy for any more pick up lines right now.

[officialborisniangovernment]

the slug, the ps5 and the plinko horse are all in a bdsm polycule and their domme is the ducati futa

[fall0utmind]

@certainstarfishllama and I are clearly brain rotting and have had a very interesting dm chat so like here it is. Marcnaia, gemma, domi poly fic????

Am imagining marc being the instigator after watching Domi and Gemma interact in the italian video. He's watching them like wow my girl is gorgeous, but also Domi is 👀 because look marc isn't blind and he wouldn't DARE look at another woman (he would never do that to Gem) but he can appreciate beauty!! And also the way Gemma leans into Domizia in embarrassment and how they seem so right when they hug. The girls have been getting along well from the start but to see them together like this.... it feels different.

And Marc knows when Gemma is into someone. He isn't stupid.

Marc is looking over to Pecco, who is watching with the same rapt fascination, focused on not just his wife but on Gemma too. And marc belatedly thinks that he should be angry about another man looking at his gf like that, but instead, there is heat building in his gut and hazy half formed thoughts in his head. Because oecco also isn't bad to look at. Him and Domi make an attractive couple. And marc thinks he's kind of fucked. Because that idea is becoming more and more concrete and they are definitely going to need a bigger bed.

Marc 100% tells Gem about this idea, late one night, maybe slightly tipsy after celebrations. She's soooo down. Idk what it is about marc and Gem, but they give freak energy. I think pecco would be the hardest to convince, but between marc and domi, they've got it. Marc teasing pecco every race weekend - with Domi's permission ofc - doing his little leathers Squat in front of pecco, wearing his shortest shorts. Being a menace.

We need this ship pls, and thank you for listening to my PSA.

Idk if other people are as intrigued about these four, but I really am....

I feel like there's a lot to explore. The instigation, the start, who is with who, logistics, actual sex...

Anyways that's where my brain is tonight

[fall0utmind]

If you or anyone really writes a marcnaia Gemma Domi poly fic I will eat that up like no tomorrow

Have you seen those videos where bridesmaids sneak the groom polaroids of the bride during like the wedding but they're like naughty pictures or at least semi naughty pictures

I feel like Marc would do that with Pecco if allowed. Just have random softcorn porn pictures of him laying around in places for Pecco to find (but inconspicuous enough for no one else).

Orrrrrrrrrrr it would be pictures of Marc Gemma and Domi together but like not necessarily softcorn porn if it was just himself because permission and all that but the pictures are still hot af ofc they are

Anyways that's my thoughts for now 😂

Thus has been living RENT FREE in my brain ngl. Like the idea of pecco trying to act normal during debrief and marcs, just handing him these completely slutty half naked / completely naked photos of himself that get progressively worse under the table!!!

Or like marc gets up early and leaves on Pecco's bedside table (sharing a bed).

The polycule is like marc and pecco when they're together, the girls together, a mix of them, all of them etc etc - very flexible.

Anyways pecco getting more and more flustered throughout the day - at times choking on his words or turning bright red and the rest of the team are like

" are you okay?"

Marc putting his hand on Pecco's forehead with a cheeky grin, " you're not getting sick are you?"

The next time they have sex Marc is 100% gonna feel it because that was CRUEL.

Once when he gives pecco a picture, it's him and the girls - its barely NSFW, everyone is wearing at least something - but you basically have three models and pecco has all of them and he's actually dying because both the girls have their hands on marc and marc looks completely gone. Domi is grinning, looking so pleased, and Pecco knows that look - fuck. Gem is smouldering at the camera, hand firmly wrapped around Marc's thigh and 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Yes I can get behind this idea - oh man

All very consensual, btw. In this house, we believe in fully communicated health poly relationships!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Cc: @certainstarfishllama I think we might have to

[fall0utmind]

crazy but um I can’t stop thinking about polycule Gemma + Domi and Marcnaia (honestly they need a ship name idk how much of a ring Gemiziarcnaia (Gemizia + Marcnaia) has to it) but this is just my word vomit trying to come up with how this all goes down.

So I’m thinking Pecco (bisexual, experimented like five years ago) has chronic #ILoveMyWife syndrome and feels insane catholic guilt everytime he thinks of another man. Not because of internalised homophobia, he just feels like he should be 100% dedicated to his beautiful wife 24/7 or he’s a failure. So when Marc rocks up in the box looking like a whole meal he’s got white noise running all the time and cannotttt cope, going a little crazy.

In poetic contrast, bisexual power couple Gemma and Marc get their freak on and are used to having a third, both men and women. Gemma and Domi become friends first and like close, close. When they go out and celebrate, Gemma and Domi stick together, dance together etc

Then they’re on the dance floor and suddenly Marcccc is dancing with Gemma and Domi, and it’s not like oh he’s dancing withhhhh Gemma while Domi is just there, no no. Don’t you forget, the girls were dancing together first. It’s the three of them dancing togetherrrrrr, Gemma splitting her attention between Domi and Marc.

And Pecco, watching from the sidelines is like “I should hate this, my teammate is dancing with my wife but I don’t???? And my wife is looking at Gemma like that and I don’t even care…. I even like that???” But he cantttt go as far to admit that because being sexually attracted to his own teammate is one thing but being sexuallly attracted to his teammates girlfriend, even if it’s in tandem with his wife, is a wholeeee other thing.

Anyway, I think at this point Gemma and Marc, like I said experienced freaks, established like months ago that they both think Domi and Pecco are hot but don’t know if that’s actually an option to manifest in anything. And because Gemma and Domi become really close, Marc is like “Gemmmaaaaaa, they’re hot as fuck and Domi is super cool can you find out for us??? For me baby?? Pls pls??” And so Gemma must somehow casually mention to Domi that her and Marc are both bisexual and sometimes pick up thirds together and Domi mentally dials the fuck in.

Cause Domi, now she’s no moron, she knows if she plays the cards right she could have the hook up of the century, and she also knows that Pecco thinks he’s soooo slick whenever Marc is around but Domi knows the red faced where’s the nearest confession box look like the back of her hand. So she says to Pecco “Hey I know how you look at Marc-“

And Pecco stumbles into like the most insane apology, pledging for life to be a better husband. Domi’s like no you idiot it’s Hot and Pecco short circuits.

Cue healthy conversation about sexuality which Pecco barely struggles through, and then Domi brings up that Marc and Gemma have threesomes semi regularly, BOOM, second tower.

And Pecco’s like, “With other women?”

“Well yes but men too.”

BOOM, the pentagon

And it’s alllllll he can’t think about, doesn’t even clock in the rest of the conversation, too busy thinking about Marc and Gemma togetherrrr and with Domi and with HIMM, losing his mind.

So Domi just lets that sit with him. Lets it marinate. She knows she’s planted the right seeds. And sure enough, some time later he’s like, “Okay yes I’m sexually attracted to Marc and Gemma and You and like… I need that carnally, please please, pretty please with a cherry on top work your magic”

So now both Gemma and Domi have their boys’s green light and the next time they’re with each other, CIA style let’s do some business. So they arrange everything, just a hook up yknow, casual.

When Marc finds out that Pecco and Domi are game he’s unleashed. Comes up to Pecco in the half deserted Ducati hospitality, “Hola guapo!” leans in, *I saw you across the bar and dig your vibe* joke jajajajaja-ing to himself as he sits down and puts his feet in Pecco’s lap.

And I think Marc’s confidence is what calms Pecco down about this whole thing, like okay yes all consenting parties here are comfortable and this is normal, let’s stop freaking out about this.

And cue crazyyyyyy hot sex, life changing, mind altering. Then everyonessss like, fuck are feelings involved, and while the three of them may have to hold Pecco’s hand while he experiences his sexual revolution, I don’t think anyyyy of them can safely navigate or admit that romantic feelings have now entered the building and it gets messssyyyyyyyyy

Just my thoughts :)

Screaming crying and throwing up about this ask

@certainstarfishllama and I had a shout about this because I sent her my screenshot of this ask because holy FICK???

Anon, whoever you are. I love you. Would you like to co-write?😂😂

I absolutely adoreee how you've portrayed pecco here. I need him to be wet rat, wife loving and Catholic guilt to the max. It just suits him so well, so yes he's 100% having a crisis over looking at marc. Takes him a little while to come around.

The dancing is so important to me. Gemma and domi being the instigators of this whole thing and the first to fuck is also very important to me. Pecco being confused as fuck, watching with some concern but also heat building in his gut at war with thr fact that he should not be happy about this, right? Marc dancing with his wife? It's just? So confusing for poor wet rat pecco!

Also hi yes certified freaks gem and marc who invite a third frequently um yes pls.

Ngl this ask had me dying of laughter but also my brain going at 100mph because the way you wrote all of this is making me insane.

Again, you're genius with domi planting the seeds and slowly getting pecco on board. Pecco finding out that gem and marc often have a third is beautiful, domi using her ways to convince him is just!!!!! This is such an important ask to me.

Also, yes, yes, yes. Marc instigated him and pecco. Being so causal and confident that pecco just let's go - let's marc steer the shup, let's his wife control it for a bit. Girls are absolutely giggling over marc and pecco and how stupidly gone for each other they are. Constantly making fun of their staring at race weekends. Sometimes the girls leave the boys so they can go have their own fun - because wlw is the best - and so the boys kinda have to work it out. When they eventually get to the polycule, oh BOY. cause first, that's a lot of hot people in one room like dann. Damn. Second, I have some many thoughts about the dynamics here. Who takes charge? Who switches. Aren't there power dynamics at all, or is it equal footing? Does someone have a kink or something that's entirely unexpected? Like fuck!!!

I feel like gem would be good at taking charge and that's all imma say 🫠🫠

Also, the feelings of it all!!!! There's so much to unpack because wdym some people have a four way relationship. We are married/ dating like?

You should defo go check out @certainstarfishllama fic because we had a chat about this ask, and then she produced that marvellous masterpiece. I'm also going to ve writing a polycule fic series to come very soon!!!!!!

Thank you again for this wonderful ask.

Guys, if you want more polycule thoughts lmk!?- have started writing. And @certainstarfishllama + i do be talking a lot *hers will be 100x better than mine so read it

[fall0utmind]

I don't wanna talk about the race anymore but I will talk about the fact that @certainstarfishllama has posted part one of her ducati polycule (you made remember my asks about it) - you can (and should) read it here

@certainstarfishllama we love you, you're amazing

[ren-the3rd]

ok i’m officially starting my Ducati polycule wip tonight, this has consumed my mind

[fall0utmind]

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[dellovestorant]

Ok so we're all obsessed with the Ducati polycule