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[eunlessyoutrai]

˗ˏˋ [ INFO & MASTERLIST ] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ about me ] ࿐ྂ

Eunless✨️ I they/them 🏳️‍🌈 | 25+

My main fandom is MotoGP, but you may see some F1 content here and there, also some other fandoms depending on what I'm into. I like animes, video games, Pokemon, music and am a huge book lover!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

⇢ My shared writing acc is @lessker-unit ☆

⇢ I wrote a few fics that you can find below ↓

⇢ Every story has its content warning at the beginning

˗ˏˋ [ MOTOGP ] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ Right feels [cg!Pedro & little!Enea] 🔒

. . . ⇢ Blanket fort adventures [little!Joan & cg!Luca] 🔒

. . . ⇢ Hello Kitty [kitten regressor!Fermin]

˗ˏˋ [ FORMULA 1 ] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢Little brother comfort [little!landoscar]

˗ˏˋ [ MOTOGP X READER ] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ You make me feel so -> [gn!reader x FdG49]

. . . ⇢ Promesse d'éternité -> [f!reader x FQ20]

. . . ⇢Championship secret -> [gn!reader × MB72]

˗ˏˋ [ RIDER X RIDER] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ Milky way  (4923)

. . . ⇢ You look better with nothing on [2588]

. . . ⇢ Don't make it weird [F1 crossover ft OP81]

. . . ⇢ El Gatito (9346)

. . . ⇢ Double win (7289)

. . . ⇢ Out of sight & Close to heart (to be posted soon)

˗ˏˋ [ FORMULA 1 X READER ] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ INFUSION - [CS55 x f!reader x little!CL16]

pt. 1 the road trip pt. 2 the morning after - bonus

. . . ⇢ Safe way [gn!reader & little!KA12]

˗ˏˋ [ DRIVER X DRIVER] ࿐ྂ

. . . ⇢ Don't make it weird [motogp crossover ft PA37]

. . . ⇢ Word [landoscar]

with @parkerloves <3

. . . ⇢ General masterlist

. . . ⇢ Camboy!Bez

aesthetic by @parkerloves

[eunlessyoutrai]

My list of CAREGIVERS & LITTLES

On the 2026 MotoGP grid

IN AN AGERE AU

Ft hcs for some riders

Alex: switch! Can be a caregiver but with Marc and Fermin mostly and is very playful when regressed!

Marc: 100% little and if you don't have the vision, sorry but there's no hope left for you

Jorge: as a very self centered little, he needs a lot of attention or he will cry. Apart from that, extra sweet and well behaved.

Fabio: little! Temper tantrums master. Moody. Very clingy.

Luca is an age dreamer* and a caregiver. He mostly acts as a cg as he feels safer in this role where everyone relies on him. Loves to take care of Bez and Pecco.

Fermin: little!! Absolutely can't live without his pacifier.

Raul: cheeky and bratty little who does a lot of mischiefs but then gives sweet smiles as an apology and pretends nothing happened.

Maverick: mother hen type of caregiver

Enea: little!! extremely friendly with everyone but clumsy and naive, will follow people with bad intention without a second thought because he's so trusting and thinks everyone is nice.

Pedro: He is the most adorable little boy on Earth once he gives his full trust!! Asks a lot of questions, follows his caregiver around and loves treats! But before getting to this stage, his caregiver will be met with a lot of death glares, social distancing and silence. He will forever remain reluctant to give hugs though.

Diggia: switch!

Little -> More of a 8-10 y.o age range? Likes to be independent, to prove that he is a big boy. Thrives on being praised and called a good/big boy but can be very bratty. When given orders, he pretends to not hear most of the time.

Cg -> very patient and likes to play pretend and build Legos with the littles.

Franky: caregiver. He has the soothing vibes.

Pecco: babiest baby I can't explain it (bedwetter)

Bez: very spoiled and very babied by absolutely everyone!! The Academy boys, Vale, the whole Aprilia team... everyone loves baby Bez. He's a little ray of sunshine. Has his pacifier around his neck at all times. If he loses it, it becomes everyone’s problem (also a pacifier thief in his spare time). He probably owns a puppy plushie that looks exactly like his dog! I think he's the most prone to go into babyspace.

Toprak: caregiver in training (He tries to bribe the littles into behaving by giving them treats)

Joan: little? But could also work as a cg?

Ai: the perfect big brother for any little even if he doesn't make a lot of efforts, not because he doesn't want but because he doesn't know what he is doing most of the time but it works.

Brad: soft dad vibes cg

Diogo: an extremely shy little that hardly anyone notice because of how quiet he is. Very private about his regression. He's such a sweet baby.

Johann: caregiver!!!! He's made for the role <3

*Age dreaming is a person acting a younger age/younger mentality while being fully conscious of their surroundings. They don’t switch headspace and they can go back to acting their big age easily.

[parkerloves]

AI OGURA MOODBOARD

HIS VIBES FOR ME

[masterlist]

parker notes:: this is a SERIES i'm going to do them which every rider/driver so please request if you want to!

[eunlessyoutrai]

Helloo! I have a request about Marco Bezzecchi Imagine that he won the championship, reader and him are in a secret relationship and due to the emotion he reveals their little secret (reader)! Maybe with a happy ending (ykyk)

Thanks uuuu

CHAMPIONSHIP SECRET

🫒 Characters: MB72 × gn!Aprilia engineer!reader

🪪 fluff

🦊 “happy ending” is only hinted because I didn't know how to add it after the last lines so you get a little bonus at the end as an apology. Hope you like it anon ♡

🩵 Thanks to my favorite helper @parkerloves who helped with the scenario of this fic!

Only two races after the start of the season, people already started to bet on Bez to win the championship.

Today, at the end of the Valencia GP, after a hectic season filled with unpredictable ups and downs, where the title was fiercely contested and the outcome remained uncertain until the very end, Bez proved to everyone that they had been right to believe in him.

You can only be proud of him, you who has seen his efforts throughout the whole season up close as you are one of the engineers working on his side of the garage.

Bez always said that racing was pure fun to him and, as the season went on, he kept saying he wasn’t keeping track of the championship points. He didn’t put more pressure on himself just because he was in the lead or when the gap with Diggia or Pedro - respectively in second and third place - became less with his own score.

Bez has stayed true to his philosophy of life, to his approach of racing, simple and fun, and that is one of Bez’s qualities that you love. One thing among the millions of other things you love about him. One thing out of the millions of reasons you had fallen in love with him not long after you met him during his rookie season.

Fifth seasons later, he has done it.

Bez is a world champion.

His name is soon going to shine next to Marc's own name on the tower of champions.

Every rider has congratulated him for his well-deserved win during the cooldown lap.

The whole team, including you, is waiting for him at the end of his victory lap. Bez is wearing a helmet with a visor that reads “simply the Bez champion in the world” and an Italian flag draped around his shoulders.

When he finally arrives, there is an outburst of joy, shouts, cheers, singing and happiness.

Moved, you join your colleagues around the rider, congratulating your boyfriend while trying not to take him into your arms to shower him with kisses and praise, as he more than deserves at the moment. Your relationship is a secret so you can't show too much closeness with him and you have always been professional about it.

When Bez takes off his helmet, the whole world can see the radiant smile on his face. He is glowing as bright as the sun, truly feeling on top of the world.

This title is a real achievement. You considered yourself lucky to be there to experience it and to have helped for success in some ways through your work on the team but also by being the perfect support for Bez in everyday life. Sometimes he needed a little of your firmness to help him focus and take things seriously. But above all, he needed you as his good luck charm that he always kissed three times before every race.

All the team gather around him while he sits on his bike for the celebratory pictures and you stay a bit on the back.

However Bez looks for you and thinks you are standing too far away from him for his liking. He grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him, wanting to have you as close as possible to him, especially in this very special moment in his career.

You stumble slightly, caught off balance, and end up pressed against his chest. His arms immediately go around your waist to steady you and the moment his gaze meets yours, he forgets about the team, the cameras and the world watching. You're his only focus and he kisses you the moment the first picture is snapped.

It’s not a soft or quick kiss but a. open-mouthed kiss, full of love and filled with joy, adrenaline and relief. Something deep and powerful. You can feel it in the way Bez's lips take possession of yours and his tongue eagerly seeks out your own with haste and need.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you smile through the deep kiss, only feeling happier and prouder of your boyfriend.

He has done it. All of his efforts paid off. He deserves it. So, so much.

The team becomes louder around you two. There is clapping but also whistles and a different kind of cheers and sudden realization dawn on Bez as he pulls back.

His eyes widen and his face turns pale when he realizes that he has just kissed his partner - a team member - in front of said team, the cameras, the journalists, the fans…

The secret of you and him dating for now three years is out for the world to see.

All traces of joy vanishing in a second, Bez gives you his most pleading for forgiveness look because he expects you to be angry or shocked… instead he sees a big smile on your face and your sparkly eyes.

He is always so happy, so enthusiastic, that you can't blame him for this little mistake that revealed the true nature of your bond to the team and the fans.

“I can't think of a better day to launch our relationship,” you laugh, delighted and thrilled by the win but also by the fact that your love is no longer hidden.

Aprilia is a family and surely, nobody is going to be against you two dating. The sight of all the smiles around you tells you so.

“You did it today. You really did it,” you praise your boyfriend and caress his cheek with one hand.

Reassured by your words, Bez grins at you.

“We did!” he says and he gives you another kiss but softer this time.

For now, the team, Bez and you have a championship to celebrate until the end of the day and for you and him only, it would probably last long into the night… ♡

⚠️ EXTRA: 18+ | top!Bez x bottom!gn!reader |  

The morning following the party to celebrate the world champion title, Bez woke up with as much energy as if he had a ten hour night of sleep instead of two. The excitement and joy from yesterday was still there and even after all the partying, he still couldn't believe the championship was his and, most of all, you were with him but now officially for everyone. Hiding your relationship wasn't easy at all for him. He had the tendency to be a bit too chatty and clingy, but the fact that he got hugs from every member of the team allowed him to embrace you in the garage at every possible opportunity. But he couldn't linger too long or hug you too tightly. All of your interactions had to look professional. But now, he was a world champion and a man proud and happy of his partner that he didn't have to hide anymore.

You were lying on your stomach next to him in the hotel room’s large bed, your eyes still closed, but you were awake. As soon as Bez began to move, you felt the rustling of the sheets and the warmth of his body coming closer to yours.

You were unable to deny him anything, Bez knew it, and he was going to take advantage of it today as an after-party type of celebration.

He propped himself on one elbow and leaned toward you to press a soft kiss to your temple that turned into several others that went to your cheek, your nose, your jaw and lower, until it lent on your shoulder peeking from under the white sheets covering your naked body marked by the activity of the previous night.

You shifted slightly as you felt the kisses grow bolder and move lower in time with the sweet rhythm of the sheets being pulled down, creating a slight trail of shivers on your skin beneath the soft touch of the fabric.

“Bez,” you sighed, voice muffled by the pillow, but it wasn’t a complaint, there was a smile on your lips now, “You’ve got too much energy.”

“Please?” was all he said and this single word was enough for you to turn over, now lying on your back, and to spread your legs to welcome him between your thighs. Understanding the message, Bez wasted no time to sit and move on top of you, positioning himself between your open legs and kissing you, greedily devouring your lips. Your arms went around his shoulders and you pulled him close to you, his chest pressed against yours.

“World champ privilege,” Bez smiled when he broke the kiss to breath, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You chuckled with fondness, “Okay, I’m giving you that.”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding you, teasing your arousal with soft strokes, rubbing and pressing until you were more than ready for him. You could feel his hardness against your thigh.

He reached for the lubricant you two already used the night before to make it easier when he entered you and you always appreciated his thoughtfulness. Bez was a gentle and caring partner, who took good care of you. It showed in everyday life, with all the kind attention he had for you, and even more during intimate moments like this one that was as special as yesterday’s because it was to celebrate the achievement of a lifetime.

Once you were well prepped and loose, Bez grabbed your waist carefully, not too hard, as he slowly pushed inside you, sinking in inch by inch until he was fully in.

The way your tight heat engulfed him instantly drew a moan from him, low and close to a groan, accompanied by your own as you felt him so deep inside you.

He began moving back and forth and as he did, the sound he made shifted. It turned different, louder, higher pitched, desperate. Bez hid his face in the crook of your neck as you held him tighter, panting softly. His thrusts grew in speed but so did his noises, climbing in pitch. The moans became needier, higher, and finally broke into a loud whimper that made both of you pause, Bez's face flushing and a breathy laugh escaping your mouth.

“Didn’t think that the world champion could whimper like that,” you teased, “Make that sound again?"

He whined, embarrassed, and quickly shut you up with a kiss to hide his embarrassment and to muffle your amusement. You laughed into the kiss anyway, your laughter turning into soft moans as he resumed his thrusts and, desperately, tried to stay quiet.

Needless to say, it was a total fail. But he was the world champion, he could totally handle the embarrassment. So it was with a smile and the sound of your sighs of satisfaction and your soft laughter reaching his ears that Bez lost himself in the pleasure of your body.

[parkerloves]

[CAMBOY!AU] FAN || JM89 x GN!Reader

paring: jorge martin x "fan"!reader

type: camboy!au fic

request?: no, but based in a thought gave my @spaghettified-pasta1

summary:

word count: 2K+

fc; n/a

warnings: makeout, m!masturbation and anal penetration

note: written with the amazing @eunlessyoutrai

[masterlist]

It was no secret that Jorge’s favourite part about winning was the fact that he had an excuse of going out to party later, to get drunk and receive praises from anyone that could recognize him after a race.

His shirt was already half-opened when he leaned onto the bar to order his second drink, to other riders it would have taken way more time and alcohol to get to that point, but it wasn’t like he was like any of them, of course he wasn’t.

Maybe you knew, maybe you could tell when you walked to get comfortable on the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention, because all you needed to do to catch Jorge’s attention was having your gaze on him for a few seconds and then mumble something to yourself covering your mouth.

“Are you Jorge Martín?” You asked, low enough to not catch no one else’s attention but loud enough for him to hear you.

A smudged smile appeared on his lips as his name slipped out of your tongue, nodding softly as he leaned closer to you.

“Oh my god, I am such a big fan.”

“Really, well, thank you.” His drink finally got to him, getting completely ignored as his eyes scanned you up and down. “That drink is on me.” His knuckles knocking on the wood was more than enough to catch the waiter’s attention as he nodded and gave you your glass.

“You didn’t have to… But thank you.” His gaze couldn’t be away from your lips as your teeth bit down on your bottom one.

“It’s the least thing I could do for such a big fan of mine.” 

He leaned closer, making sure, with a soft touch of his finger, that no trace of hair could stay covering your face.

“Then let me take you to dance, as a thank you.” He noticed the mark that your lips left on the glass, all now all he could think of is if you could leave the same marks on him when he takes you to his hotel room.

“If you insist.” 

Your hand found his hand in the dark, all he could see was your fingers disappearing into the shadows created by those purple lights that looked like they were placed just for him.

Just a few seconds later he found himself getting lost into the crowd with you guiding him even before he had learned your name, luckily it was not like he would need it apart to moan it later.

He tried to press against you as soon as you two finally got some space, enough so he could use it as an excuse to be this close to you, but judging by the way your hand got placed in the back of his neck to pull him closer, he was sure that you didn’t mind.

A trace of goosebumps went down his back as he felt you play with his necklace, the same one his fans loved seeing bounce in front of the cameras in every single one of his videos.

“It is really pretty.” He heard you whisper in his ear, even if you couldn't possibly see it in that position, so he guessed you would’ve noticed it before. “Even more in person.”

“I know something else that looks way better in person.”

“Really…?” You giggled as his hips were still trying to find more of you, trying to get himself harder before he could ask you to go with him, just to make sure that he could give you the best experience with him.

“Mhm, let me show you.”

His lips found yours in a quick movement, pressing you against the first hard surface that he could find with your hand still in his neck and his on your waist.

This was easier than you expected, you knew exactly who you were dealing with as soon as you saw that 89 necklace around the neck of the same boy that you have been showering with praises for the last couple of months.

So of course you wanted to make sure that he was actually worth it, if it was true that the corners of his eyes watered the same way it did in front of the camera when he had had too much, if you could leave marks that could last for days and that could stay forever in the internet for everyone to know that he was yours for just one night.

But what was the fun of that…? What was the fun of being just a fun night when you could stay in his mind for hours or even days? What was the fun of letting him just have you when he could crave you? When you could be the one he thinks of every time he touches himself just trying to figure out how it could be to feel you around him? To make him wish that it was you instead of his hand.

That was the real fun.

His hand was now playing with the elastic of your jeans, silently asking for your permission to keep going, so that’s when you had to pull away, leaving those puppy eyes being fully focused on you.

“Why don’t you go pay your tab, and I’ll meet you outside huh?”

He quickly nodded, not wanting anything else than to get out of there with you, he wanted it so bad that he barely noticed you sliding something in the back pocket of his pants.

The bartender took ages to notice him, or at least that’s how he felt it, so he almost left his card with them when his drinks were finally paid.

Everything got quieter when he stepped out of the pub, but that didn’t help when it came to look for you, because it’s like you suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly he remembered, his hand quickly flying to his back pocket desperately trying to find whatever you decided to place in there before he made the stupid mistake of going away.

But all it was there was a piece of paper.

I’m sure your fans will thank me, you can send me a thank you video later

xxx xx xx xx

Your number? You just left him hard and you gave him your number? 

And even worse, you were a fan and you didn’t even give him the opportunity to show you how good he was in real life? How good he could make you feel?

Fuck.

Entering his hotel room, Jorge came back from the bar and closed the door behind him, still thinking of you. He didn't care that you left but he couldn't comprehend why you did that.

He was about to head to the bathroom for a refreshing shower when his gaze fell on the large mirror hanging near the entrance, the type that were often found in hotel rooms. Jorge's shirt was now wide open, revealing his well-defined chest and his chiseled abs… in short, a silhouette that would make anyone drool. His gaze trailed during long minutes on his chest, admiring himself.

How could you not want a piece of him? Because gosh, look at that.

If he had met himself and if he was in your shoes, he would have for sure jumped on the chance to have a private moment with the great Jorge Martín.

But anyway. You made a choice and you might very well end up kicking yourself for it.

Still, Jorge was a little disappointed with how the evening had turned out when it had started so well and he had hoped to end it with you but he wasn’t the type to let things like this bring him down so easily. You said you were a fan, maybe it was just a strategy to approach him and you gave him your number hoping for something more than a one-night stand? Too bad for you, he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship. His own company was enough for him.

He was used to take care of his needs all by himself but after a win he liked to treat himself with a nice time. You were supposed to help with that. You were perfect for the job, so fitting of his taste in terms of looks, and you were supposed to be his fan. “Supposed” was the keyword. It looked like you had more interest in his necklace than his body. Yet it was his strongest point. He didn't have anything to prove, he was good-looking and drove his followers crazy.

That was when an idea popped in his mind.

Maybe it was the right time for an unplanned livestream on his camboy account?

You weren't here physically but you were in his thoughts and he could definitely make use of this.

He was going to put up a good show for his viewers as compensation for what he didn’t get from you. He could still feel good without your presence.

Going to the bedroom, Jorge grabbed his computer and logged onto the account he used for his camboy activity. He started a livestream then set the pc on the desk in the room. He put it in a way that made the camera be aimed at the bed. Followers were fast to jump into the stream, the little sound announcing that someone joined the chat popping at a fast rate.

Jorge smirked, pleased by the sound. Of course all of these horny people were going to be attracted by lustful content like bees were attracted by honey without a second thought.

“Hey, everyone,” Jorge greeted, waving at the camera before walking toward the bed, “I'm having a treat tonight and since I'm not selfish, I'm sharing.”

The chat was filled with questions and exclamations as he went to grab two items he had taken with him to the hotel without thinking if he would need them. Lubrifiant and a toy of a rather long shape in hands, Jorge got rid of his jeans then climbed onto the bed, already half-hard under his underwear. He pushed it to his mid-thigh after he positioned himself on all four in the middle of the bed, shirts still on, rear mostly facing the camera, and his 89 necklace prettily hanging in the air.

He lubed the toy with a good amount of gel then pushed it inside himself with a low groan until it pressed right on his prostate, already making him throb and leak on the white bedsheets.

All he could think of right now was you. You and your pretty face, you and the feeling of your body against his own, you and your lips on his…

Right now, your hand should have been around him, your mouth should be traveling on his skin, kissing his inner thighs to eventually get your lips around him. He should maybe feel your fingers stretching him even better than the toy was. He should have then felt how warm you were. You would have gotten him all wet and nice, edged him, until he could feel you around him.

The fantasy was so good that he thought of that as he used the toy to fuck himself hard, eyes closed and soft pants coming in synchronization of the dildo hitting the spot inside him.

"Fuck," he let out and arched his back a little bit more, pushing the toy deeper, "Wish you were here,” he whispered to the room, which probably made his viewers go wild in the chat.

He was looking so good right now for the camera, for the fans... for his real fans. He moaned quietly, smiling to himself.

You gave him your number but he wasn't going to do anything with it. You were the one who took the decision to walk away. In his opinion, it was a bad decision you made.

You truly missed a golden opportunity by not spending the night with him but you know what? It was your loss, not his.

[oldhabitsdieop]

fave lyrics game 🌸

i want to see some beautiful writing on the dash sooo please quote a line from a song you love atm and tag who you want

Mine is 'women's hearts are lethal weapons, did you hold mine and feel threatened?' by maisie peters in history of man

no pressure tag as always @darkisms @readtwilightandhatedit @smallsolace @oopslandiia @justgivemethekeys @zeroabsurdity @str-481 @raspberry-ribcage @oooscarinooo @tetswithah @causedascene

[tetswithah]

fave lyrics game 🎤

quote a line from a song you like atm and tag who you want.

(thank you for the tag!! @oldhabitsdieop and @cream-and-pumpkin-pie <33)

mine favorite line of the moment is “This ain't Watertown, I'm on alien ground… I'm a college kid with my windows down… I'm an astronaut, you're the Moon… I stare at you, I sing to you, I circle you” by Noah Kahan in Orbiter

tagging (no pressure as always <3) : @ineffableismalia @foxlaren @jesterlavorrre @eunlessyoutrai

[eunlessyoutrai]

Fave lyrics game 💿

Quote a line from a song you like tm and tag who you want.

Thanks for the tag tets <3

Had to really think because most of the lyrics I like have either no lyrics, are sad or are purely 🔞-

"If I had a gun, if I had a gun, I'd use it. I'm not enough I'm not enough I'm used to it." - If I had a gun by EKKSTACY

Tags : @spaghettified-pasta1 @parkerloves if you feel like it 🫶

[parkerloves]

JORGE MARTIN MOODBOARD AND HEADCANNONS

CAM!BOY!AU

[masterlist]

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: started his account simply because he took many pictures of himself in different state of being undressed and decided to upload them online, convinced people would love them. (turns out they do)

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is shameless. He doesn’t make a secret of his identity.

— I’m too good looking to hide this handsome face.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: also doesn’t mind filming at his place because he doesn’t care if people recognize him or where he lives.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is a whore for attention of any kind.

— Oh come on, show me some love, don't keep it all for yourself.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: sometimes asks Aleix to film him, especially if he tries something new.

— Yes I'm sorry guys, today someone is luckier than you.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: drops a sex tape of them both but doesn’t tell who’s with him, leaving the viewers more than curious…

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: …but every time he's tied up it has to be with him, he loves when people play with him.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: has a huge bondage kink.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves having people thirst over him. He reads every single comment and message he receives. Negative ones don’t affect him. Self confidence is over the roof.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: thrives on receiving compliments and praises. Say he’s good at something and he’ll do anything for people to say it again.

       — Is this good enough? Come on, I know you want to say it.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: worships himself. So into selfcest. He loves watching himself come. Mirrors are a big yes.

— Fuck, I look so good like this.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: IS SO INTO SOLO PLAY.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: owns a little toys collection, only takes the biggest dildo sizes ofc.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: doesn’t need a partner for filming session, himself is enough and he doesn’t particularly like collabs, but if he does have someone else → pillow princess all the way.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves to receive, makes low efforts but complains if things aren’t done the way he likes them.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: has a very controlled image. He neatly chooses what is posted and what is not.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is the biggest show off in the world and will flex through his lives or post his daily work out.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: posts videos and pics at any given moment of the day. His unexpected posting schedule always keeps the viewers on edge.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: doesn’t take requests but can be bribed if he gets a nice reward in exchange.

— Yeah, why not, but what’s in it for me?

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: collects gifts from followers and exposes them like trophies, even the dildos, he doesn’t mind if anyone coming to his home sees, no, he even feels proud.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: likes to dom dirty talks for his viewers. (despite being such a bottom)

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: swears a lot.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: even if he’s vocal, isn’t loud. It’s mostly whispers, soft grunts and murmurs.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves being worshipped so much, it boosts his gigantic ego even more ♡

moodboard by me but headcannons by the amazing @eunlessyoutrai because I can't write jorge to save my life

[tetswithah]

Hey tets!<3

I need help from the ultimate Landoscar shipper 🫡

May I ask you to share your top 10 favorite landoscar pic, please?

I'm doing a journaling spread of them and I could look for pictures by myself but well, you're my landoscar mutual for a reason, no? Plus, I trust your taste to share the bestest pictures :P

Hehe, thankyou!

hiiiii, i’m so so very happy to be known as your ultimate landoscar shipper as you may already as know hehehe

unfortunately i’m very bad of keeping track of these kind of things, so choosing the most iconic moments and gathering the photos took a little bit of time. (also, i’m going stay owing you a picture, i just realized i was missing one when finished writing this 🥺)

9 & 8 - Monaco 2025

unfortunately wasn’t here to appreciate it when it first dropped but the hand positioning is INSANE work.

7 - Abu Dhabi 2025

Nothing particularly special about this photo right? But the context of it is what makes it special for me.

Something about Lando just having won the championship of his dreams and still bringing up Oscar in every interview, while the same man he just defeated and crushed his dream is by his side answering questions about it, and probably listening everything Lando is saying too, is just. wow. too many feelings to process.

and i think represents their relationship well.

6 & 5 - Singapore 2025

Another tense, yet successful moment where they can’t stop looking at each other with hearts in their eyes.

4 & 3 - Abu Dhabi 2024

THE landoscar pictures in my opinion, they aren’t in the top spot only because i wasn’t following formula 1 when it happened, so all my emotional attachment came after

2 & 1 - Abu Dhabi 2025

UGHFHFHSJS i have no thoughts, only feelings about it, THE EMBRACE AND THE OSCAR LOOKS AT HIM THROUGH THE FREST OF THE HELMET AND THE FACT LANDO IS CRIYNG UNDERNEATH IT 😫😫😫

i love them sooo much

[eunlessyoutrai]

may i bring you the idea of horny virgin camboy fermin aldeguer? perhaps?

Hello!

You may and it's more than welcomed 🛐

I actually read all of your ideas about the camboy au you shared with @parkerloves and ngl I went crazy over the Fermin's ideas and all the others you had because dang, your mind >>>>>

When you see the type of pictures he posted lately, you know he has no shame and is so the type to beg for attention and to go as far as trying to have his own nude leaked (by someone else or himself? hmm) Anywayy

Parker and I have been working on the au in collab now and we've got Fermin content that might be to your liking to be posted soon on her acc so I can't say more here for now :P

[eunlessyoutrai]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I want to try so I’m opening writing request! 📨

YOU CAN REQUEST

canon x canon reader insert (please specify the gender if needed, by default it'll be neutral) Fluff, smut, romantic, platonic… idk, anything that you want!

FANDOMS

MotoGP 🏍

All riders and ships accepted from the current grid (even the ones nobody care about 👍)

Formula one 🏎

Reader insert fic only Unless you ask for a Charles ship or landoscar 🫶

I WON'T WRITE

Submissive reader

Reader as a minor

Emetophilia

Scat

Apart from that, go wild! I’m fine with anything ⭐️

Just know that smut takes me longer

[eunlessyoutrai]

Been dreaming of going to Japan for 17 years and now, it's an accomplished dream💛 🌟

[vampiredrivethru]

The Pokémon I think the academy would have if they were real

+ the Pokémon that matches their number

Vale

I think the wartortle would’ve been the turtle plushie that Uccio gifted Valentino and the toxtricity would’ve been something he got when he lived in London since Galar is based on the uk.

+No. 46 paras

Bez

For Bez I thought he would have a houndoom because it reminds me a lot of Rubik and I also gave him a Zigzagoon because he gives off the vibes of a raccoon.

+ no. 72 tentacool

Luca

I think Valentino would’ve gotten him the alolan vulpix for his birthday or something when he was younger as a first Pokémon and the he would’ve picked up a feebas when he was younger and evolved it into a milotic because he liked one peace and the sea.

+ no.10 caterpie

Pecco

I gave him a dachsbun because he is a dachshund just like turbo and tandemaus because he looks like a little mouse

+ no. 46 abra

Franky

I feel like Franky would have a toucannon because of that parrot that sometimes shows up on his helmet and there’s no parrot Pokémon so I’m working with what I got and the leafeon was just vibes

+ no. 21 spearow

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I’ve reached the photo limit but I’ll be back for part 2 trust

[eunlessyoutrai]

Some of the pretty cards I received from @parkerdesings!

Thank you 💛

[kingofthering]

COTA 2026 | Marco Bezzecchi and Jorge Martin taking a moment together in the cooldown lap.

[parkerdesings]

PARKER'S DECK — MOTOGP N° 93 & 73

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[eunlessyoutrai]

DOUBLE WIN

SUMMARY: Bez gets p1, Jorge gets p2. Double podium means double celebration. For Jorge and Bez, it's a different kind of celebration they get into.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K +

CW: smut | 18+ | dry humping | love-hate relationship | some swear words

NOTE: I love 7289 and I love the banner my Parker made for this fic

As soon as the door of Jorge's motorhome was closed, Bez launched himself at Jorge, making them stumble into the small room. He pushed him until his back hit the wall, pinning him to it. He then pressed his lips against his with desperate urgency, in a fierce rush of desire. Jorge responded just as eagerly, wrapping his arms around Bez's shoulders and pulling him closer in an almost harsh tug, one hand going to the back of Bez's head and gripping his wet curls. Bez moaned at that, the sound muffled against the other's lips, and Jorge deepened the kiss which became rougher as it always seemed to turn between them. As if it was a fight, their tongues met in a brutal and passionate exchange, obscene, wet and loud sounds resonated in the room. Bez took control for a moment then Jorge regained the upper hand and neither of them ever fully took the lead, as if neither wanted to yield to the other.

This abruptness wasn’t possessive or violent: it was an expression of the impatience that had welled up in Bez the moment the Italian national anthem ended, just a few moments earlier, on the podium. All it took were a photo, the one where he had motioned for Jorge to join him alongside their engineer to capture the double podium, and a brief exchange of glances for the promising gleam in the depths of Jorge’s beautiful green eyes sent a silent message. A rush of heat had washed over Bez at the promise of what was about to come and was now happening.

Double podium meant double celebration.

The Aprilia garage was in a frenzy as soon as the race ended. The cheers that had started on the podium continued in front of the garage where the team’s congratulations mingled with victory chants and flowing champagne. It was only the second Grand Prix of the season but now Bez was leading the championship, the bike was performing beyond everyone’s expectations, and Massimo Rivola could only congratulate his two riders, hugging them one by one despite the sweat and sparkling wine clinging to their clothes. It was a great start for the team. It was a splendid comeback for Jorge after that dreadful 2025 season and celebrating his podium with his teammate had a special flavor given their relationship which no one seemed to truly understand.

“You're so fucking gross,” Jorge breathed out, breaking the kiss, lips swollen and glistening with spit.

“Says who,” Bez was panting, breath wavering after the rough kissing, gaze darkened by arousal.

Jorge grinned wickedly in return, pulling on curls and making Bez groan.

“I hate you,” the Italian grunted, pushing his hips into Jorge's. On instinct, the Spaniard did the same, rolling his hips back in a forceful way. It was like a quick-witted retort in a game, always one step ahead of Bez.

“I hate you too,” Jorge murmured before leaning in and nibbling and kissing the soft tissue of Bez's ear, licking salty sweat and sugary champagne off of Bez's skin.

The heat between Bez's legs growed hotter at the sensation of Jorge's tongue on a sensitive spot. His cock twitched under his leathers from the four words Jorge had said with his fucking pretty eyes locked into his.

Bez sighed as he pressed his body harder against Jorge, his clothed hard length colliding with the one of his teammate's, earning a soft gasp from the second winner of the day.

“Fuck, Marco.”

Hearing his name pronounced in such a tantalizing way made Bez shudder. His body was so responsive to Jorge that Bez hated it. Hated how he couldn't stop the moans coming out of him or how he rubbed more against Jorge in an attempt of creating more friction and edging release. His actions made Jorge shiver before the Spaniard replied again and accompanied Bez's hips movement. Jorge's arms left Bez's shoulders so his hands now settled on the other Aprilia rider's waist.

Bez hated many things and one of them was the desire that he shouldn't feel for his stupid teammate. He pretended very well to hate him all along last season and this year he kept on repeating “It doesn’t matter who my teammate is next year, I'm not interested,” to the journalists. But backstage, however, the tension, the polite nods of acknowledgement and the strained awkward smiles in front of the camera for the social media, turned into something wilder. Out of control. An attraction that should never ever have blossomed had emerged after a practice session last year where Jorge had followed him the whole time. Afterward, Bez went to find him and give him a piece of his mind. And it didn't end too well for any of them, if the state in which they both ended meant anything.

“Next time I will win,” Jorge stated in between pants. He ground against Bez, rubbing them together and Bez moaned.

“Finished third in the Sprint. Second in the race. ‘Means I can only be the winner after that. And I will deserve a proper reward.” Jorge let his hand linger on Bez’s lower back, “What do you think?”

“I don't know, stop talking, shut up,” Bez whined, already overwhelmed by what he started.

He wasn't one to last long, Jorge knew it and chuckled at the look of desperation already on his teammate's flushed face. God, he was so annoyingly good looking during those moments, cheeks red and lips parted. He looked the prettiest when pleasure and release were building inside him, it only made Jorge dislike him even more.

"You're such a puppy in heat, Marco," Jorge said with ill intent but the way his hands gripped tighter on Bez's waist meant something else.

“Fuck you,” Bez panted, clinging to Jorge as tight as he could, providing better friction, “You're just as close as I am, asshole.”

“Fuck you,” Jorge spat back, gritting his teeth.

He pressed forward and picked up the pace, humping harder. Bez's head fell into the crook of Jorge’s neck, body shaking as the edge made him feel weaker and needier. He kept on chasing the feeling of release. His moans only got louder. He was so close, he squeezed his eyes shut at the overwhelming buildup.

When he opened them back, lifting up his head, his gaze locked with Jorge’s that was sparkling with lust and a burning intensity.

“Jorge…”

To hide the sound of release building in his throat as his body finally gave in, Bez surged forward. The hungry press of his lips on Jorge’s and the ravaging lick into his mouth… it tipped Jorge over. He sighed loudly, body shaking with release as he spilled inside his leathers too, untouched, following Bez into the ripping pleasure.

They separated. Bez took a few steps back. Both were breathless. Silence suddenly appeared in the room, acting like the ending signal of the celebration.

“Think about my reward,” Jorge then reminded Bez, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

“What reward?” Bez deadpanned with heavy disinterest.

“My P1 reward. I will come and claim it.”

Jorge said it with glee and an obvious underlying message behind his words. Bez shrugged and turned his back to his teammate, ready to take his leave, “Whatever you say.”

He walked toward the door but winced at the feeling of the damp and cooling mess between his legs.

Behind him, Jorge insisted, “Mark my words.”

Bez glanced over his shoulder. Jorge was smiling, biting on his lower lip, looking pretty and so fucking edible with his disheveled look and strands of jet black hair sticking to his forehead.

Without a word, Bez flipped him off and walked away.

Still, a little smile tugged the corner of his lips upward.

Victory was great but maybe next time he will be satisfied with the P2 consolation prize.

[parkerdesings]

PARKER'S DECK — F1 N° 4 & 81

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