#omegaverse motogp

[anitalianfrie]

im asking! tell us about omegaverse rosquez

first of all, thank you lovely anons for indulging me. thoughts under the cut because i already know i'm going to get ranty

so of course vale is an alpha, marc is an omega, yadda yadda yadda. Marc enters the paddock of 125cc before presenting because he's a bit of a late bloomer (and that goes in his favour because otherwise he would have way less chances of getting signed) does he hide it? he's not the first omega rider in history, but also there have never been motogp omega champions, so he kinda keeps it under wraps until jorge (who's also an omega, amazing thoughts about him here by @whatwepostintheshadows) wins his chapionships. And then he gets to motogp and everybody knows it and he's so young and naive and of course he has the biggest crush on vale because not only he's an handsome alpha he's also THE valentino rossi the greatest of his generation the goat and knowing him personally? knowing what he smell like after a race when he's on the podium and adrenaline runs through his veins? Marc transforms into a horny puddle of goo. So he kind of starts slutting himself out because he knows he can get vale interested, he's there stretching right in front of vale folding himself in half and vale of course know that it's happening and pretends to not notice it but it reaches a point where he can't pretend anymore because he's going into pre-rut and marc is there, so sweet and inviting and purposefully showing the tendons of his neck, so he goes and whispers in his hear "if you don't stop people might get the wrong idea" and marc full of the cockiness that only a horny 20 years old can possess replies "what if it was the right idea?". After the race they fuck into Vale's room and Marc gets pounded into the mattress folded in half while Vale whispers how much of a dirty boy he is in his ears and keeps repeating "mine mine mine" and Marc gets insanely wet earing it. This was also Marc's first time with an alpha but he doesn't say anything about it because. He's with Valentino Rossi. What if he won't fuck him because of his inexperience.

They keep fucking after this and they almost get caught more than once because they keep doing it in public places, and Marc is full head over heels for Vale but of course it's not like that, because they're only having sex (and if Vale sometimes dreams of spending the rest of his life with Marc and biting his neck to mate him when he's not in rut and has no biological reason to blame for it, it's his business and his business only), and nobody can know about it because relationships between drivers are a big no no in the paddock.

And then marc gets invited to the ranch and everything starts to turn sour and Marc doesn't understand why, and of course he still spends his heats with vale but something is not right.

And then we get to sepang 2015 when vale gets convinced by other that of course marc is trying to help jorge win the championship because not only they are both spanish they are also both omegas, and everything that marc has done it's just part of their evil cunning scheme of destruction. (yes vale completely ignores the fact that 1. their relationship has started way before all of this shit and 2. that nobody knows about them so why would other people suggest it (omegaphobia), he's just as delusional as he is in our reality)

Anyway the press conference happens and. somehow it's worse. he insinuates that marc is helping jorge for the aforementioned reasons and takes as support of his thesis not only the track action, but their own relationship. Ok, it's not like he airs their dirty laundry in public, (because he would look like a fool, man that's your boyfriend) but he implies that marc has been trying to seduce him to purposefully distract him from the championship. Which is extremely insulting, mortyfing, and also has the consequence of setting back the opinion on omegas in motorsports of about 50 years. Marc is the evil incarnate. I will let you imagine how argentina goes because i do not have the strenght to get into that mess right now.

[bezzplaining]

TW! Uccio

Uccio being an omega and you know things happen, he and vale being a hormonal teenagers and then pum! ✨️baby✨️

They would be the it couple, that couple you watch in tiktok trends with lee hyori song and the worst part is...the boy(yeah he is a boy) growing up being a copy of marc(cunty bitch)

Their son is a oc

[moonshynecybin]

"vale says all kind of nasty stuff about marc being his best girl and spits in his mouth and tries to get him pregnant" a KEY thing here in my view is whether marc gets more or less hornier if vale starts saying some shit abt like knocking him up and he won't be able to race. but i guess this depends on whether either of them are the type to actually start thinking about the implications of the fantasy. touching his stomach talking abt how he's finally put a baby in him (nasty). ALSO vale making a whole THING about not using the condom because it might get marc pregnant and it makes them both stupidly horny.

nahh i think they both steer clear of the racing ascpect in this hypothetical fantasy if we arent actually in mpregworld..... like i think marc WANTS kids WANTS to get knocked up wants that specifically from vale... so maybe theres some pre-nut insanity vs post-nut clarity going on, ESPECIALLY pre-divorce. marc is 22 and vale is 36. NEITHER really want kids before they retire. and vale when he meets marc is a LOT closer to thinking hes retiring soon (reportedly the reason he broke up with his gf at the tail end of 2015 is bc he decided to extend his career and not have kids yet...) so in 2013 pre yamaha renaissance hes maybe more open to like. extending this fantasy a bit. hes in love!! whatever!!!! they can go crazy after they keep forgetting the condoms and let their hindbrains go nuts in peace !!!

and because of that THEY DO... love the kink of it all its true. sorry. vale IS trying to get that man pregnant (the pretense of this not being a casual relationship hangs by an ever-thinning thread as this goes on...) and marc IS very happy to think about like. the way that would bind vale to him for life and forever cuz hes a freak. and vale wants that too but hes uh. less aware of it shall we say... more into the subliminal idea that marc and him are gonna become one person and perhaps create the greatest motorcycle racer of all time in the process. carry on the LEGACY the same way i think he thought marc would as his successor in those early days... weirdos. so yeah lmao theyre losing the condoms vale is NOT pulling out and there is a nigh constant stream of nasty shit streaming out of vale's mouth that covers the full gamut of feminization, pregnancy, marc being his GIRL. and just a a lot of weird i-want-to-build-a-LIFE-with-you subliminal shit that will go on to sometimes flash across their brains when marc is LASER staring at vale mentally hitting that silver springs mp3 in 2016

[topnotchquark]

Is this what you guys are talking about when you're discussing omegaverse?

[scrollonso]

Sweet — Max/Aleix

Max has always found it easy to get lost in his own head during race weeks.

Tonight, however, he feels a little too electric when he finally makes his way out of the conference room.

He'd been speaking to fans all morning, signing things, answering questions with somewhat of a smile on his face. He’d felt normal, full of energy, great even, until he unlocked his hotel room and slid inside, catching a strange whiff of Aleix. Aleix who he was certain hadn't come to Abu Dhabi with him.

It made sense for his brain to go straight to the chiseled, brown-eyed god he calls his husband, his Alpha, his mate. More specifically, straight to that Alpha’s cock. Thinking about it once he's alone isn’t abnormal for him, he's married and raised three pups with the guy so it makes total sense to think of him when he's away, but this time it lit a fire straight through the core of Max's belly.

Max had to bite down on the comforter underneath him abruptly to swallow a moan dancing up his throat. He’d gone sweaty, gripping the material tighter in his palm.

Before he knew it he was sliding his palm down his chest, straight past his cock, suddenly overwhelmed and burning in his own desire. He’d thought about the way Aleix's biceps flex when he man-handles him, pictured Aleix flipping them over in bed and knotting Max right there. This got him a little dizzy as he pushed himself up, practically drooling while he opened the mini fridge, begging to find something to wash away this feeling.

When he finds nothing that seems to work, he realizes he’s actually going into heat; and had failed to take his pills today. He'd been on them consistently for years — at least since Kelly left him for someone newer, younger. She never liked heat supressants. She liked torturing him, the Dutchman only realized years later.

He feels himself start to sweat even more, a hot pulse of arousal stirring, unrelenting, inside of him. He tries not to let his panic show, it's the last race of the season. He's leading the championship but if he under-performs he's certain his dad will kill him. He needs to figure something out — and preferably before free practice tomorrow.

He sucks in as many deep breathes as he can as he settles on a chair besides the bed — the urge to nest overpowering the urge to be lay down and let the mattress swallow him whole — squeezing his eyes shut and desperately trying to keep his thoughts at bay. It’s not really working, his brain mostly spitting things like: cock, balls, knot, Aleix, railed at him. It’s certainly the worst situation he's been in while going into heat, and Max can feel his legs actually start shaking even as he relaxes into the material under him.

Before he can think of how it'll look he pulls out his phone to call Rupert.

“What are you doing?” He asks sort of incredulously, knowing Max was supposed to be asleep by now and definitely isn't calling to schedule more training

“Rupert, help—“ Max breathes, positively squirming in his own, tight pants. “Going into heat.”

He’s never seen him sound more alarmed, pausing for what feels like an eternity before speaking up again. “How? You didn’t — oh hell it doesn’t matter, we’ll need to get you everything you need.”

“What about the rest of the weekend?” Max asks dumbly, still concerned about his fans even in the worst of situations.

“I'll let Christian know and I'm sure he'll tell the right people, we’ll have to tell the press you’ve come down with a stomach bug.”

Of course, since nobody in the public even knows Max's status as an omega. Male omega athletes are extremely rare, often too afraid of being forcibly bred and ransomed, or generally harassed. Most of them keep it under wraps, including Max himself, who has had no problem masquerading as an Alpha, often written off as a shameless womanizer in the public — despite him being, pretty obviously, a married gay man. Though some of Max's fans have a particular inclining about him, most especially in relation to a relationship with Aleix. Max figures it will always just be what it is.

“You don’t worry about anything else, though,” Rupert is saying as Max tries his best to stay focused on anything other than the tight heat in his stomach. “We’ll get you sorted out as quick as possible.”

“Yeah, yes, but — I need Aleix.” Max pleads. There’s nothing he needs more.

“We’ll have to arrange a private flight, but he's watching your pups, right? You’ll have to call him. I'm sure no one on the team wants to bother him if you're capable, Max.”

Max opens his mouth to respond, but Rupert already hung up, probably rushing around to help the poor omega. While he sits in the silence of the hotel room — drowning in his own scent, now hinted with despair — he tries not to cry, a sinking feeling crushing him inside that he’s letting down thousands of people because he neglected to look after himself. He sniffles to himself, teary eyed as he struggles to call his husnand. It rings for what feels like ages, but luckily, Aleix picks up.

“Sweetheart?” Is all he says, clearly having just managed to get the twins to bed.

“Aleix I need you.” Max says, and his voice breaks, tears falling.

Max hears Aleix click a door — presumably the twins — closed behind him, then, “What’s wrong, Max? Are you hurt?"

“ 'M going into heat, I was at a press con and didn’t take the suppressants, ’m so stupid.”

“Oh sweetie,” Aleix makes his way to their usually shared bedroom, Max having memorized every inch of their home. “You’re not stupid, everyone forgets things like that sometimes.”

Max gnaws at his lower lip, sitting himself on the couch in the corner. “They’re trying to pull me from the race, I feel terrible for leaving the fans. Aleix I feel so mad at myself.”

“Your well-being is the most important, you’ll make it up to them,” Aleix pauses, “How do you feel, though, are you wet yet?”

“No,” Max swallows, eyes shiny. “Jus' hot all over, fuzzy-headed, gonna need something soon. Gonna need you please. I can’t do this without you.”

Aleix has gotten Max through many heats in their time together, being exactly what Max needed every single time; staying up late with him, keeping him hydrated, rested, and well-fucked best of all. Max can’t imagine doing it without him, and the thought makes his heart constrict.

“I'm leaving now, Laura will watch the pups, just get your nest ready and try to rest a bit until it hits.” Aleix says calmly, “Put something cold on your head, and get off a few times with your fingers until I get there.”

“Ugh, want you now Leix, it — it almost hurts how bad.”

“God I know sweetheart, I wish I could poof into the room right now, but — fuck, Albert is calling me, I’ve got to get my stuff and go. Let Rupert help you, yeah? Te amo.”

“Ik hou van jou. See you soon.” Max says, swallowing thickly and ending the call.

He puts together his nest without incident, stripping himself bare and wetting a cloth with cool water. He collapses into bed, his body already weak and exhausted, and presses the cloth to his firey forehead. It soothes him a little right away, and he moans to himself in relief as his body sinks into the mattress. It takes less than ten minutes for him to slip into unconsciousness, mouth parted slightly as he sleeps soundly.

When he wakes a few hours later, he’s drenched in sweat, body shaking, and painfully hard. He can feel his cock twitching at nothing, his lower half soaked in slick. He squirms in the sheets, whining high in his throat and dumbly flipping over onto his stomach. It’s like his body takes over and he can’t control himself, frantically fucking his hips down into the firm mattress underneath him.

The pressure on his cock feels fucking amazing, Max's head spinning wildly as he humps the bed, slick gliding wetly between his thighs; all over the sheets. He moans loudly, eyes screwing shut as he gets himself off, drowning his own desperation. It doesn’t take long for him to come for the first time, a giant wet patch forming underneath him as he whines through the orgasm.

He’s rock hard again in seconds, immediately flipping himself over and getting a hand around his cock. He uses his free hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his whole body shaking and overheated. He’s reaching the painful part of his heat, tears brimming in his eyes as he strokes his wet cock.

“Aleix,” He gasps to himself, panting beyond control. “Aleix, Aleix, Leix, please.”

His body absolutely burns with the need for his Alpha, and the need is so bone-deep that Max feels like he could die. He works over his cock faster, reaching up to pinch and twist as his nipples, making himself hiss and cry.

He comes for the second time effortlessly, crying out and thrashing around in the hotel bed. Heat is licking at every inch of him, he feels lightheaded, and so, so empty.

He barely has the energy to move, but gets himself to spread his legs wide and brings a finger to his slick hole. He can’t even stand to tease himself, working a finger in and quickly making it two. He twists and curls his fingers inside himself, but it’s not enough. He’s desperate to come on Aleix's knot, whimpering as he tries to hit his prostate. He lifts his hips up, angling his fingers a bit different, and finds it, nearly shouting as he bumps it again and again.

“Fuck, fuck.” He slurs as his third orgasm wracks his body, finally taking away most of the pain.

He knows this is still the beginning, not even the worst of his heat, and takes his brief moment of relief to take a shower. The lukewarm water feels so, so good and Max's body sags in relief as he lathers his body in soap. He rinses, towels himself off, and stays naked as he gets himself some water from the mini fridge. He gets half the bottle down before he settles back in bad, the three orgasms exhausting him into another round of sleep.

Max ends up only sleeping in few hours increments, his arousal pulling him from sleep several times. He fingers himself on and off, plays with his nipples, jerks himself off. He cries for Aleix, wipes himself down with a cold flannel, and sleeps a bit. And repeat, and repeat. By eleven in the morning he’s exhausted, and Aleix finds him spread out on the bed, legs shaking, his cock angry red and achingly hard, leaking all over himself.

“Fuck, Sweetie,” Aleix swears immediately, kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping his stuff to the floor. “Shit, you smell, so— fucking good.” He moans, climbing onto the bed and quickly burying his nose in Max's neck.

Max's body responds to his Alpha immediately, ripping a high cry from his throat as Aleix eagerly scents him, and nips at his neck.

“Please,” Is all Max can get himself to say. His brain feels like syrup, body on fire, on the verge of a blackout. His hole hurts with how empty it is. “Want— knot, please, please.”

“Yeah,” Aleix breathes, bringing his mouth to Max's ear. “Gonna knot you baby, gonna fuck you so hard.”

Max whimpers, flipping himself over to get up on his hands and knees and fully present for Aleix. He can feel his hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. He hears Aleix tear his clothes off behind him, then he’s suddenly being yanked back by his hips, and is forcefully impaled by Aleix's cock.

Max borderline screams, collapsing down onto his forearms as his Alpha absolutely drills into him; skin slapping obscenely. Aleix fists the back of Max's hair, growling as he shoves Max face-down into the mattress, giving it to him hard. Max is already coming in seconds, choking and sobbing as long, thick ropes coat the sheets.

“That’s it baby, you feel so fucking good,” Aleix pants, driving into Max relentlessly. “Get me so, so hot.”

Max's entire body feels the force of Aleix's words, so incredibly aroused and worked up that all he can do is whimper, shoving his ass backwards forcibly on Aleix's dick. Aleix lets go of Max's hair to grip his hips instead, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh as he pounds into Max's prostate.

Max's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth dropping open as he fists at the sheets beneath him, his mind completely whiting out with the force of the big, Alpha cock splitting him open. He feels the base of Aleix's cock start to fatten up, and the thought of getting his knot has Max crying, mouthing dumbly at the pillow underneath him.

“Leix,” Max wails like it’s the only word he knows, “Please— please.” He pants desperately, trying his hardest not to touch his cock. He knows Aleix wants him to come on his cock.

Aleix is panting and swearing above him, so deep and sexy that Max could come from his sounds alone. He digs his fingers into Max's hips, and he feels Aleix's swelling knot catch against his desperate hole. Max is so desperate to come again that it feels like he might explode, brain melting to mush as Aleix's knot finally expands fully.

Aleic growls, shoving his knot past the rim of Max's puffy hole before he starts coming, and Max feels everything. The stretch of Aleix's knot, and his warm flood of come have Max coming hard, his entire body wracking and trembling as he spills onto his tummy and all over the sheets. Aleix buries his face in Max's neck as he keeps coming, and coming, Max absolutely blissed out with sweet relief.

After a moment, Aleix pulls out gently, coming down to lay at Max's side. Max feels so much fucking better, the fuzziness in his head fading away, and his vision clearing up now that his body has what it needed. He turns onto his side, wiggling his way into Aleix's arms and tilting his head back to pucker his lips.

Aleix obliges, leaning in to finally kiss Max for the first time since he’s been here. It’s chaste and sweet, warm lips sliding together lazily.

“Missed you so much.” Max whispers against Aleix's lips, curling his arms around his mate’s middle.

“Always miss you, cariño.” Aleix murmurs, kissing Max's nose, then his eyelid, and back to his lips. “Feel good?”

Max nods, body buzzing with content. “For now, gonna be hard again soon,” Max traces a finger gently up and down Aleix's bare back, feeling goosebumps bloom there. “Thank you for flying out.”

“I’d never let you go through this alone, I’m here always. No matter how far apart we are.”

Max beams softly, heart jumping in his chest. He really does have the best Alpha, couldn’t imagine being anyone but Aleix's in this lifetime or the next.

He lets Max rest a bit while he calls for room service, ordering himself and Max something to fuel up before they go again. Max's ‘resting’ mostly just consists of him staring at Aleix, drinking in every detail while he chats on the phone. His eyes follow the long line of Aleix's perfectly cut jaw, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his overgrown buzzcut practically soaked with sweat. He’s so fucking stunning that it makes Max a little crazy, and the way he takes care of Max makes him even crazier. Aleix would kill for Max, he’d die for him, and Max is out of his mind with obsession.

His thoughts, of course, rile him up fairly quickly, and he’s suddenly mouthing hotly at Aleix's spine as his cock perks up in interest.

“Do you have any fruit?” Aleix is saying on the phone as Max scoots closer to his back, starting to squirm against him. “A bowl would be lovely, thank you.”

He turns around and watches Max start to hump against him, his eyebrow raising in silent amusement.

“Hmm, have you got a London fog?” He asks into the phone, then turns to push Max onto his back with his free hand. He uses Max's slick to get a hand around his cock, jerking him off lazily. “Two of those please, yes.”

Mac can’t help himself when he whines, he tries to be quiet, but Aleix casually getting him off while he chats to an unsuspecting stranger is getting Max so hot. He was already hot just for the way Aleix looks for christ sake.

Max spreads his legs wider, letting Aleix stroke his cock in quick succession, not even looking at Max as he speaks on the phone. Max has to bite his fist to get himself to shut up, desperate for more.

“Yeah, my mate is pregnant—“ Max gasps. “and he needs a lot of nutrients, if he’s going to carry our baby,” Aleix drills on, knowing exactly what he’s doing to Max and his body right now. Max is obviously not pregnant, but the mere thought of carrying Aleix's child, being filled up with him in that way, could send Mac into a blackout. “Yeah, he likes avocado, perfect.” Aleix squeezes Max's cock, jerking him faster, and Max is slobbering all over his hand at this point. “If you could just set it outside of 322 we’d appreciate it. Yes, an omega please. Perfect, gracias.”

As soon as he hangs up, Max groans. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re so—“

“You love it,” Aleix taunts, reaching up to play with Max's nipples while he’s getting him off. Max's mouth drops open. “You’d be so gorgeous all full of my babies.” Aleix practically growls, voice low and rough. He rolls Max's full balls in his hand, sucking his sensitive nipple into his mouth. He lathes his tongue over it, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. Max's back arches obscenely.

“Ohhh fuck Alpha.” Max slurs, arms going around Aleix's head to settle in his hair as Aleix sucks on his nipples. They’re so, so sensitive and sore that Max feels like he really could be pregnant, making himself choke on a gasp.

“Wanna be knocked up so bad don’t you? Everyone would know what I did to you,” Aleix continues, rubbing his thumb into Max's nipple with one hand, and continuing to jerk him off in the other. “Need your Alpha to breed you hmmm?”

And that’s all it takes for a loud, guttural cry to rip from Max's throat, and he’s coming dry, cock spasming. His eyes squeeze shut, and he chokes through it, feeling like he could float off the bed at any second.

“Good boy.” Aleix says, dropping down to give him a kiss.

“You’re insane.” Max pants, shoving playfully at Aleix's chest.

Aleix smirks. “I know what my baby needs.”

He does, Max sees, when a cart of food is dropped at their door. There’s an array of breakfast foods; croissants and sausages and eggs. Fruit as well, piled up in a small, pristine bowl. There’s a couple slices of avocado toast with some sort of fancy, purple onion, and a kettle of hot tea; milk on the side.

They both dress in dressing gowns and eat at the suites kitchen table, Max feeling completely blissed out and satiated. He’s sticky and sore, but otherwise completely content.

“How was media day then? Haven’t even heard what you said yet.” Aleix asks, bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Good up until the press con, really, really loud. A lot of my orange, funny enough.”

“The press con?” Aleix quirks an eyebrow, setting the mug down. “Get yourself too worked up with all those people watching?”

Max blushes, biting into a strawberry, then fixing Aleix with a pout. “ ‘S when my heat hit me. Wrong time for that.”

“Did you have your tits out?” Aleix asked, Max knew what he meant. The Spaniard was always weird about how his hypothetical tits looked in his red bull kit.

Max scrunches his nose, grinning as he silently gets his phone out, and searches for a picture of himself on Twitter. He finds a good one, and turns the screen so Aleix can see the outfit, it truly was just like every other media day outfit he wore.

Aleix stares for a long time, eyes sliding up and down Max's body, the way his jeans hugged his thighs just right, the way you could see the outline of his cock as he sat on the sofa besides his friends, none of them knowing that Max would go back to his hotel just to get fucked raw. He chews his food slowly, eyes never leaving the glowing screen. Eventually, he wolf whistles lowly, causing Max to flush, clicking off his phone and shaking his head.

“Not fair that you get to travel the world without me and look that good. Fucking obscene, sweetheart, Jesus.” Aleix shakes his head. “Need to mark you all over so everyone will know who you come home to.”

“Leix.” Max whines bashfully, nudging at Aleix's shin with his foot under the table.

“That tiny waist, fuck. You’re such a vision. All mine though.”

Max can feel himself getting hard too quickly to process, the sure signs of burning heat licking at his belly. Aleix looks like he wants to eat him whole, their ankles tangling together under the table. Max squirms in his seat.

“I wouldn’t have been able to help myself,” Aleix barrels on, starting to scoot their empty plates to the other edge of the table. Max's heart beat picks up. “Would’ve had to come up there and have you right there in front of everyone. Wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Max whimpers, his scent going completely desperate as he feels himself wetten. Suddenly, he needs to be knotted again, absolutely burning with desire. “Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”

Max nods frantically, and that’s all Aleix needs. He shoves away all of their forgotten dishes, letting them pile up carelessly on the edge of the table as he throws his robe to the floor. He comes around to shove Max down so his back is flat on the dining table, pulling open his robe and pushing in with no warning. He spreads Max's legs far apart, and fucks into him unforgivingly. Max throws his head back onto the table, the dishes around him clattering loudly as Aleix takes him right there.

Aleix buries his face in Max's neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, and Max bares his neck as much as he can, desperate to be claimed — despite Aleix's mark already scarred into his skin. Aleix gets Max to come two more times, knotting him the second time, both of them spewing come all over the dining table.

It doesn’t take long for them to move to the couch, Aleix getting Max off again with his mouth on his cock, and then again sucking his cock and fingering him simultaneously. They attempt to make it through a shower, but Aleix is aggressively fucking Max into the wall by the end of it, a direct result of a wet and loose Max, Aleix unable to resist his addicting scent.

They manage to calm down enough to sit on the private balcony for a bit, breathing in the fresh air and Aleix drinking a cup of coffee. It doesn’t last forever though, with the both of them clambering back inside to fuck right there on the floor soon after, Aleix giving Max his knot once more.

The rest of day into the evening passes exactly the same; with Max and Aleix resting and fucking on and off for hours. Max rides Aleix on the couch, crying as he impales his prostate over and over with Aleix's cock, and they sixty-nine two different times in bed, Aleix cumming down Max's throat as he sucks off his mate. Aleix even gets Max to cum once just from sucking on his nipples for a bit, twisting and toying with them until Maz cries.

By nighttime, their bed is damp all over, and the hotel suite in complete disarray. There’s empty water bottles randomly strewn about, the coffee table pushed all the way out of place against the wall, dishes on the floor and scattered messily and knocked over on the table. Max's nipples are puffy and abused, dried cum painting his stomach and tangling in his pubic hair.

They eat take away in bed, then lie down for as much sleep as they can get before another wave of arousal wracks Max's body. He sleeps for a good four hours, resting his overworked body, before he’s awakened by his own leaking, desperation taking over again. He rolls over and sees that Aleix is awake and on the phone, and crawls on top of him, shamelessly grinding down onto his body.

“Mhm, he’s awake now,” Aleix says into the phone, and Max presses their cocks together hard, his arousal taking over. “Gotta go, call you tomorrow.” He tosses his phone onto the bedside table, then settles his hands on Max's ass.

“Miss your cock.” Max whispers, nibbling at Aleix's earlobe as he rocks against him, getting slick all over Aleix's thighs.

“You always do, especially in heat.” Aleix teases, squeezing at the flesh of Max's cheeks. Max continues to try to get off on Aleix's thigh, until he’s using his Alpha voice to say, “Get on your knees for me.”

Max shudders immediately, moving to obey without a second thought, getting on his knees and sticking his ass out for Aleix. Begging to be filled up. Aleix's voice has him in a complete haze, dizzy with the incessant need to be good for him. Aleix toys with him for a second, rubbing his dick all over Max's crack, teasing his puffy rim until Max is pleading. Then, he pushes in fully, Max moaning in earnest.

They move together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Max twisting his head so he can suck Aleix's tongue into his mouth, both of them panting hotly against each other’s lips. Max is suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude, so, so thankful that Aleix is here with him, that Aleix loves him. He wants to feel Aleix in every single little corner of him, wants to be his muse and his reason for the rest of their lives. His eyes fill with tears as he thinks about it, heart so full he feels like it could jump out of the cage of his chest.

“Love you so, so much.” He cries, driving his hips backwards to meet Aleix's deep thrusts. Aleix hears the wobble in his voice and stops moving, pulling out gently so he can flip Max onto his back.

“Sorry, need to see you, there’s those pretty eyes.” Aleix whispers, slipping back inside of Max, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you cariño. My whole heart.”

Max kisses him, once, twice, “I want to be yours forever— fuck I— want to carry your babies, and, write Espargaro on my paperwork—“

Aleix growls, pounding into Max harder, swirling his hips in these little figure eight’s that get him in so, so deep.

“You can have it,” He pants into Max's mouth, “Gonna give you everything. Fucking everything.”

Max trembles, so overwhelmed that he comes all over his belly and Aleix's fingers digging in his mate’s back aggressively.

“Knot me, Alpha, please.” He begs, mouthing and biting desperately at Aleix's shoulder.

Aleix braces a hand on the headboard, then somehow pounds into Max even deeper as he starts to come, and Max immediately comes again on his knot. He clenches tightly around Aleix's knot, spurting only a small dribble of come the second time.

The entire next day and a half find Max and Aleix continuing to fuck like they’re sex starved, only pausing to eat, drink, and occasionally get some sleep. They’ve fucked in every crevice of the hotel suite by the end of it, nearly christening the balcony at one point too, barely making it inside. The suite reeks of sweat and sex, the couch and the bed damp with slick and come, cum-stained tops piling up in the bathroom.

As soon as Max's heat subsides, the waves of arousal disappearing, they get to work cleaning up after themselves. Aleix would feel far too horrible to leave it to the cleaning crew, throwing all their trash and laundry down their respective shoots. They run the dishwasher, vacuum, and put every piece of furniture back where it belongs.

It almost makes Max sad to leave the suite, regarding his few days in with Aleix fondly, even if they were simply going at it the whole time. It was a nice break from his hectic racing schedule, even getting to laugh with Aleix, and feed him fruit, and wash his hair for him between all the sex.

They part with a long, long hug, dozens of kisses and whispered promises to call. Then Aleix is off to the airport to get back to Monaco to be with the pups. Max tries not to feel devastatingly empty as he’s skirted off to the gym for his next race — the gap between him and the rider in second now dangerously small.

He hoped to finish the season on a high before taking a break for the birth of his and Aleix's first pup together.

[kevotsuka]

a/b/o vr46 academy AU, but it's not really omegaverse. They all get a little too involved in Bezz's sexual life and discover that he likes to make Cele call him alpha, they laugh at him expense by assigning roles to each other ("of course Maro is a Omega" "No, I'm not-").

They only realize they're a little too into the roleplay when Valentino asks them why they're smelling- scenting each other (in public).

Bonus: luca is the one who explain what the fuck is the omegaverse, exposing himself as a one piece fic reader (and he only reads fics whit the "Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates As Family" tag)

[notvil]

girlies get into f1. there’s a stsg and itafushi and more that i haven’t yet labeled.

[anitalianfrie]

Only saw it now but ... please do elaborate on omegaverse rosquez 👀

and elaborating on omegaverse rosquez i will!

so, i've already talked about how their relationship starts, their first heat together and their scents. So we're going to their post divorce era baby, yuppie!! under the cut because boy did i get ranty

After sepang and valencia the absolutely do not talk, and after the press conference marc is deeply hurt. like, really. vale said some pretty horrible shit. Anyway new season new me, time to win at motorcycling once again, wearing blockers and staying as far from vale as possible :)

But then time passes (let's not kid ourself, by this i mean three months passes MAXIMUM) and marc misses vale even if he said horrible shit about him, and he believes a reconciliation is possible, so they kinda talk again. of course this doesn't work because they refuse to communicate properly and their solution is to have sex. But this can't be like, sex they want, they have to have another reason behind it, so they only fuck when vale is in rut which regularly happens during random weekends because that man refuses to regolate them. never during marc's heats because that's. too much for him. letting vale see him like that again after all he did. no sir, never again, they might be fucking sometimes but it's very much not like last time. also marc starts to suppress more of his heats because "they're taking off too much time from racing" (man you're on fucking holiday bffr) .they do a couple of years like this and then we arrive to argentina 2018. which is a shit show. and marc is too stressed and has suppressed one too many heats and it triggers a heat just before the race, but of course he's not gonna stop and he's racing anyway. and he basically plays bowling with the other riders and vale falls and. once marc gets down from the bike it's pretty obvious he's going into heat, everybody has noticed it, but he HAS to go and apologise to vale. And then vale goes to the media and says that marc is too dangerous to have on track and that people like him shouldn't be allowed to race and that it's scandalous he's racing in his condition and that he will hurt someone (which is pretty hypocrite of him since he's dome the same his whole fucking career) and that marc is still bitter about what happened between them in 2015 and that he's made him fall purposefully because of his evil and cunning omega schemes. yeah he basically sets back the view on omegas in motogp of another 50 years, because the first time wasn't enough.

and at this point marc is :) i'm never letting myself be vulnerable again :) which means he's never getting into heat ever again, starts taking heat blockers stronger than horse tranquilizers and the same goes for scent blockers, refuses to aknowledge being an omega and keeps stating he's just there to race, outright refuses to answer any question about valentino.

once marc and vale reconcile and marc starts taking less agressive suppressants and they spend all their heats and ruts together again, marc confesses to vale about him being his first alpha and the first person to ever be with him during a heat, vale does a bit of mental math and asks if there was somebody else during the years between 2015 and their reconciliation and marc goes no :) i didn't even had heats for a certain period :) and vale realizes that maybe he's fucked up even more than he previously thought

[jayholdenworld]

I lied, I’m not waiting until I finish my Landoscar fic. Sorry not sorry.

Here I am, with the first part poll for my CarCar fics. I’ll do two polls for all the fic ideas and then one with the most voted ones to compare.

In case you need more context on each one of them, you can go to this post.

Remember, the top 5 of this ideas will go to the final round against the Top 5 ideas from the second part of this poll.

[moonshynecybin]

Your takes on Marc always feel so accurate so I’d like to hear more of what you think in reference to that ask

i thinkkkkk this ask was about the pre argentina post sepang period where marc is like. attempting to mend his relationship to valentino by pure force of will and also being very sweet but vale is a lil reticent if sometimes polite... estranged but still hanging on to that lethal chemistry. death would be kinder if your name is marc marquez. but im going to take a HARD turn into omegaverse land here so sorry to god and his motorcycle racers

SO i think marc obviously like. doesnt really want to believe its over. hes soooo in love here (and as a canonical late bloomer i dont think hes EVER had a heat without vale?? and he is discovering that he is in fact quite bad at dealing with them by himself?) and i really do think that, as hurt as he was by the sepang fallout, he really thinks vale will get over it with time ! and that eventually theyll be able to be as close as they were previously! as soon as he unblocks me the wedding is back on ! truly cannot imagine doing a heat with anyone else he feels literally cold down to his bones thinking about it. and its not even just the dynamic stuff... he misses the grabby hands on cooldown laps and the hugs in parc ferme and the way vale used to put his long fingers in marc's hair to put him where he wants him when they were fucking and the soft skin of his neck and how when vale would touch him everything in marc's brain could just go quiet. truly he feels it in his TEETH like the longing is LETHAL the longing is PHYSICAL the longing has marc IGNORING HIS BODY'S BASIC NEEDS and refusing to go out and find someone to spend a heat with that would actual resolve the hormonal part of his biology reaching for vale (and break that mf bond). so the heat never quite fully resolves! and he feels antsy and feverish and smells literally crazy for weeks at a time. every alpha in the paddock bristling when the wind changes direction... vale staring at the sky with his nails digging into his palms

so marc's already shaky self control is pushed to the limit by his body's insane hormonal situation (motogp doctor is like. technically he can ride !) and so for a few years he decides to kind of. wage this tentative little campaign to see if he can get vale to smile at him or literally touch him at all and relieve a little of the tension swimming around in his body. ANY relief. so he says hi to him every day. goes up to him in parc ferme. small little touches on the podium. just making vale smell like him a little bit. hind brain rejecting the reality where they havent really touched skin on skin in months. waiting for vale to take off his glove before he shakes his hand. BUT because this is omegaverse and i love DRAMA, what marc doesnt realize is that he is sort of. fortifying the beginning stages of a bond that they had started to form when they were fucking. a bond that WOULD have just died if he left it alone or found someone else, but he canttttt because hes oblivious and in love... AND THEN he gets another heat, and its SO much worse... like the effects are compounding, and he can barely see straight and he's feverish and shaking with big eye bags all pale and sad... and eventually alex notices and pulls the plug. says you will NOT get on a bike like this and marc gets permission to stop and basically COLLAPSES

but meanwhile vale is being driven INSANE this entire time because the bond wont DIE but its also not COMPLETED, and marc keeps TOUCHING HIMMMM and smelling insaneeee like hes in heat literally constantly and vale doesnt know what the ISSUE is.... and hes caught up in soooo much resentment but theres literally a base part of his body that cannot physically ignore marc whatsoever. so its an escalating arms race of horny frustration until marc suddenly pulls out of the race one weekend (the official line is for "dynamic reasons" which vale stares at for full minute wondering. is anyone taking care of marc like he would. caught between wanting him to be okay and feeling SICK thinking about another alpha helping him through any of it...) and then theres a knock at his motorhome door. and its alex marquez, looking tired and a little nervous. and he just says. i need your help. its marc.

[scrollonso]

Sedm (seven) — Max/Aleix

(can be read alone or after 'Sweet')

Max stood at the window, staring out at the glittering Monaco skyline, his reflection barely visible against the night. The apartment behind him buzzed with laughter and the chaotic sounds of little feet running across the floor. Maxie, Mia, and Penelope chased each other through the living room, their voices echoing through the space, as Aleix watched them with a soft smile. He was home, truly home, after retiring.

Max should have felt at ease, but the weight on his chest made it impossible. His fourth championship was fresh, but the celebration had left him conflicted, overwhelmed by thoughts he couldn’t quite shake. He glanced at the small, unassuming box on the kitchen counter. It wouldn't catch anyones eyes besides his own, blending into the clutter of everyday life, but to Max, it held all the answers to the uncertainty that had gnawed at him for days.

Aleix’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Max, come join us!” he called, laughter in his voice as he lifted Maxie into the air. Giggles filled the room, and Mia clung to his leg, while Penelope threw herself into the fray, trying to join the play.

Max smiled, but it felt heavy. He loved this — Aleix being there with their pups, the quiet after the storm of a racing season. But what lay ahead terrified him. Because his world wasn’t slowing down. The high of winning his fourth championship hadn’t faded, and the demands of his team, of Christian, pressed harder than ever. Everyone expected more, wanted more. But now, there was something he hadn’t planned for.

"Just a second," he called back, turning his gaze back to the test. The two faint lines stared back at him, impossible to ignore. His heart pounded as he took it in his hand, the truth crashing over him again. He was pregnant. With Aleix’s pup.

This should have been a happy moment — he’d always wanted to grow their family. They’d talked about it, dreamt of it. But they hadn’t expected it so soon. Not while Max was still chasing podiums, still fighting for his place in the sport. He was supposed to have time. Time to prepare, to plan, to decide how to balance it all. And now… now it felt like everything was crashing in at once.

Aleix had retired at the end of the season, stepping away from the sport that had consumed his life for so long. Max had seen the peace in him since then, the way he’d settled into family life, how much he loved being with their pups every day. Max had been proud of him for making that decision. But Max wasn’t sure he was ready for that. The thought of stepping back, of taking time off to give birth and recover — it scared him. Would Christian understand? Would the team support him?

He hadn’t even told them yet. Christian didn’t know. The team didn’t know. The fans didn’t know. He was still living in the shadow of his latest championship, and now this. The fear of how the world would react — of what he’d lose — tightened his throat.

"Max?" Aleix’s voice was closer now, the warmth in his tone mixed with concern. Max didn’t turn around. He didn’t know how to say it.

Aleix stepped up beside him, his arm brushing Max’s as he gently tugged at his sleeve. "What’s going on?" he asked softly, his dark eyes scanning Max’s face.

Max opened his mouth to speak but found his words caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned and held up the test, his hand shaking as he showed it to Aleix. The two faint lines felt like they screamed louder in the quiet of that moment.

Aleix’s eyes widened, his face shifting from confusion to shock. "Max…" He reached out, gently taking the test from Max’s hand. "Is this… are you…?"

Max nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m pregnant."

The silence that followed was unbearable, and Max could see the surprise on Aleix’s face morph into something deeper — concern, confusion, maybe even fear. Aleix took a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. "Wow," he finally said, looking down at the test again. "I wasn’t expecting…" He knew they'd fucked without protection during Max's heat but they'd done it dozens of times before. Why now?

"Neither was I," Max murmured, swallowing hard. He looked away, unable to meet Aleix’s gaze. "I don’t know what to do, Aleix. I’m still racing. I just won the championship. I don’t know how to tell Christian, or how to take time off. And what if…" His voice cracked, the weight of his fear overwhelming him. "What if it’s too much?"

Aleix’s brow furrowed, and he reached out to pull Max into a tight embrace. "Hey," he whispered, holding him close. "It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure it out."

Max buried his face in Aleix’s shoulder, the tears that had been building up finally spilling over. "But what if we can’t? I’m scared, Aleix. I don’t know how to juggle all of this. I don’t know if Christian will even let me take leave…"

Aleix pulled back slightly, cupping Max’s face in his hands. "Max, listen to me. Christian will understand. Your team will understand. And if they don’t, we’ll deal with that. But you can’t carry this alone. You’ve already done so much, given so much. You deserve to have this too."

Max closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, but the thought of stepping away from racing, even temporarily, made his heart race. "I don’t know if I’m ready."

"You don’t have to be ready right now," Aleix said softly. "We’ll figure this out together. You don’t have to make any decisions tonight."

Max opened his eyes, meeting Aleix’s steady gaze. He could see the love, the support in his husband’s eyes. It didn’t make the fear go away, but it did help, if only a little.

"I just…" The omega's voice wavered. "I want to be there for you, for the pups. But I don’t know how to balance it all."

Aleix smiled gently, brushing a thumb over Max’s cheek. "We’ll find a way. And if that means stepping back from racing for a little while, then that’s okay. You’re not alone in this, Max. We’re a family. I'll never be mad at you for making a decision."

Max let out a shaky breath, leaning into Aleix's hand as he tried to absorb the words. The warmth of Aleix’s touch and the reassurance in his voice calmed the storm raging in his chest, if only a little. He knew Aleix meant it—knew that his husband would stand by him no matter what. But it didn’t make the weight of the decision any lighter.

“I don’t want to stop racing,” Max admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to let anyone down. Not the team, not Christian… not you.”

Aleix's expression softened further, and he wrapped his arms around Max, pulling him close. "You could never let me down," he murmured into Max’s ear. "And your team will understand. You’ve given everything to them, to the sport. You deserve to take care of yourself now."

Max closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Aleix’s chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm him. He’d been pushing for so long, always thinking about the next race, the next championship. But now… now he had more than just his career to think about.

"I know you're right," Max whispered, "but it’s just… it’s a lot to process. I don’t know how to slow down."

Aleix kissed the top of his head, holding him tighter. "It doesn’t have to be all at once. We can take it one step at a time. First, we make sure you’re okay, that the pup is okay. Then, we talk to Christian, figure out what the team can do. You don’t have to make a decision about your whole career right now, Max."

Max nodded against him, appreciating the patience in Aleix’s voice, the way he didn’t push for answers Max wasn’t ready to give.

Aleix loosened his hold just enough to look down at him, lifting Max’s chin with a gentle finger. "You’ve been so strong, Max. But you don’t have to carry everything on your own anymore. I’m here, the pups are here. We’ll make this work together, I promise."

Max swallowed the lump in his throat and offered a small, tentative smile. “I know. I just… I guess I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.”

Aleix chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Max’s ear. "Life doesn’t always follow our plans, does it?"

Max managed a soft laugh. "No, it really doesn’t."

For a moment, they stood there, the sounds of the pups playing in the background grounding them both. Max could hear Mia’s giggle and Penelope’s playful growl as she pretended to pounce on her siblings. Maxie’s little voice echoed through the room, calling for Aleix to join them again.

Aleix pressed a kiss to Max’s forehead. "Come on. Let’s go be with them. We can figure out the rest later."

Max hesitated, glancing back at the test still sitting on the counter. The fear was still there, but so was something else. Something stronger. The love he felt for Aleix, for their pups, and now, for the tiny life growing inside him.

He took a deep breath and nodded, sliding his hand into Aleix’s. "Okay," he said softly. "Let’s go."

As they walked back toward the living room, hand in hand, Max glanced up at Aleix, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. They would figure this out, just like they’d figured out everything else. And no matter what happened next — whether he raced again or took a break — Max knew that with Aleix by his side, he wouldn’t face it alone.

The pups rushed over to them as soon as they stepped into the room, Mia tugging at Max’s sleeve, her eyes wide with excitement. “Max! Come play with us!”

Max knelt down, pulling Mia into his arms as Penelope and Maxie piled on top of him in a fit of giggles. Aleix sat beside them, watching with a fond smile as their little family tumbled into a pile of laughter and love.

And in that moment, Max realized that no matter how uncertain the future felt, this — their family — was what mattered most.

[gayferrari]

hi, i was just wondering if you had any fic recs, specifically max pov (although i will take anything tbh)

HIII so I have an AO3 collection I bookmark my favourite F1 (+ motogp) fics to so it's very easy to link it to people. Here are all my recs! You can filter by ships and characters etc. Looking through my bookmarks, here are the ones that are from Max's POV:

Frechheit by @/additiva. Max/Charles, AU — age gap, rivals to lovers, 208k

glitch by @/nyoomfruits. Max/Charles, meet cute, famous/nonfamous, 26k

gone too far this time by Anonymous. Max/Esteban, omegaverse, heat fic, 5k.

my violence uncommitted by @/yekoc. Max/Daniel, omegaverse, secret omega Max, 17k.

(don't read) the last page by @/liamlawsonlesbian. Max/Charles, AU — hollywood, famous/nonfamous, 7k.

[bezzplaining]

I need write omegaverse/mpreg in motogp rpf, i need satisfy my need of omegas breast- caring his pups etc etc

[moralchampion]

Can we start tagging motogp fics/fic talk/fucking everything that belongs to that as "motogp rpf" again?? Cause I do not want to see thousands of discussions about omegaverse rosquez or whatever on my dash at all times

[anitalianfrie]

ok showing the dash/your notifs mercy and queuing the rest of my omegaverse reblogs. but this universe is everything. before i close tumblr for the night i have thoughts/questions i have to get out.

marc has gone through it in this universe and i believe with my whole heart that post-reconciliation marc lets vale back into his bed long before he fully trusts him again. we've established that vale is unbelievably possessive which is... scary for marc in this post-reconciliation space? reassuring? how do these two navigate these early days?

i'm imagining the relief vale feels being able to smell marc again... thinking that the mess is over. but then if marc reacts differently than before? if marc's not just high on love hormones but maybe also a little wary? and vale can finally smell him again but he's smelling marc feeling unsure about him?? (heartbreak, tragedy, ruin, etc.)

anyway. um. i love it.

— Daisy 🧡

uhm so. Yeah marc and vale have sex wayyy before marc completely trusts vale again. but that's not really something new because they were doing it already before argentina, sex has always been a predominant part of their relationship both pre and post sepang. But does Marc let Vale be with him during is heat? i honestly don't know. because vale is the only person marc has ever spent a heat with, and it's not only a really vulnerable part of him, it's a part of him he's tried to suppress for years because of vale. but yeah at one point after they start reconciling marc feels a kind of pressure to be with vale during his heat because that's what they used to do, that was the norm. between 2013 and 2014 being together during heats and ruts was literally a no brainer. Is it the smart thing to do? debatable, but he spends his next heat with vale anyways. I can imagine vale maybe being a little mean during the sex, like he used to do before sepang, and marc even if he's basically gone from the heat and the hormones reacts not begging or pleading or spreding his legs more but. being wary. starting to smell unsure. because vale in 2015 insinuated to the press that marc tried to seduce him. and before that being called a slut and desperate was fine because it was their game, but after? after everybody listened to the small seeds vale planted and let them grow and used them against him? it's not a game anymore, it's an insult to his gender, to his motivations, to who he is.

Vale doesn't really get it (because when he said those things he didn't actually realize what it would mean in regards of the omegaphobia in the sport) but of course panics, makes a sharp u-turn and basically treats marc like a princess for the rest of his heat. they talk about it but like, months later (true kings of communication we have here, ignoring their very obvious problems for months) and vale is like. mhm. i might have seriously fucked it up badly for everyone here.

and for the possessiveness. marc likes it because it means that vale cares. especially when vale does it in public. not like, full on jealousy fits because he's his own person thank you very much (albeit he do likes them once in a while), but for example vale putting an arm around his waist to keep him close when they talk to someone else or scenting him before they go onto their separate ways. it means that vale cares about him enough to show the whole world, that it's not a game, that it's different from what they had after sepang and even from what they had before.

[jayholdenworld]

Hello again!

It’s time for the last poll. Thank you everyone for your support!

During the week I will (try to) post some ideas or short moments I have for the ideas that didn’t make the cut. And maybe some sneak peeks for the 10 ideas that are here.

So, if you are interested in the world building of any of them, you can ask to know more!

In case you need it here is the master thread of ideas.