#toni rossi

[xogiada]

For; @gcldenhecrts (toni rossi) Location: St. Patrick’s cathedral 

In Giada's book, Sundays had always been for family. She made sure of it, starting the day off with the 10 o'clock mass at St. Patrick's, a tradition her father had started all those years ago when they first came to America from the old country. This Sunday was no different, and Giada could use a couple extra prayers. She was done up in her Sunday best, a classic creme colored silhouette that hugged her curves demurely paired with matching Prada heels that clacked elegantly against the marble flooring as she made her way towards the exit spotting a familiar face on her way out.

“Antonio,” She greeted with sweet, smile pressing her cheek to his as a customary hello. Opposite gang affiliations or not, Giada could always respect a man who attended mass. “Lovely service today, wouldn't you say?” 

[brisamm1193]

Would you go a year without sex to be champion?

Marc: I would accept

Toni:Yes

Childhood Superhero

Marc: Superman

Have you ever taken a grid girl to dinner?

Marc: No

Toni: Of course I have

Have you had sex in the paddock?

Marc: How? *laughs* No, I haven't had sex.

Toni: Of course you have.

Have you peed during a race?

Marc: A little drop always escapes.

Toni: You never feel like peeing on the bike.

Sportsman you admire

Marc: Dani Pedrosa and Valentino Rossi.

Toni: Armstrong(????)

Right or left turns

Marc: Right

Toni: Right

Any speeding fines

Marc: Not at the moment.

Toni: A few times, but I learned my lesson.

Which circuit would you name a corner after you?

Marc: Jerez

Toni: Montmeló

Best rider of all time

Marc: Valentino Rossi

Toni:Wayney Rainey

Proof that Marc was a poor innocent virgin who was corrupted by Valentino.

The initial questions were a bit out of place my boy Marc was only 19 years old.

[jack-doohan]

HAVE SOME MORE INDYCAR VINES FOR THE OLYMPIC BREAK! (indy vines part 3)

HERE’S A PART 3 OF MY INDYCAR AS VINES SERIES! i’m very happy that this series is so popular because I MISS VINE and this is how i’m coping with the fact that it’s been gone for a while :(( and this is also how i’m coping with the olympic break (along with watching the olympics themselves lmao)!!! enjoy friends :D

[scarywardrobe]

[toni-peperoni]

SInce it's apparently Race of Champions season again, here is an idea I just had:

Imagine the ROC committee decides, they don't just want various race car drivers, but a team solely made up from current/former MotoGP/WSBK racers and they want to make it a recurring thing so they decide they have to get the best ones out there.

Sadly, they realise they don't know a lot about Motorsport on two wheels, which is why they pick Vale (a lot of people have at least heard of Vale once) and Marc (because he's active and has the next most championships to his name) in complete disregard of what they should, but don't know about their ✨relationship✨ to eachother.

Both of them agree, thinking that they must know who not to be paired with (they probably both reasonably assume they'll be paired with Pecco or maybe Jorge Lorenzo and they could deal with both), but then the Instagram announcement reel goes up and it shows some of their fights, them being friends back in 2013/14 their individual successes before and after that and since it's now announced, that Marc Márquez and Valentino Rossi will be competing as team Motorbikes in the Race of Champions in Melbourne, it's not exactly like either of them can opt out now right?

[anonymous-tals]

The scariest thing on Halloween isn't ghosts or ghouls, it's the fact that George and Lucille never got CPS called on them ooooOOOOoooohh

Michael is Luke Skywalker, Lindsay is Daphne Blake, Gob is a red paper wasp(obviously🙄) and Buster is a puppy.

[nico-di-genova]

tkanaan: Happy birthday my dear friend.

[ssa-neeks-prentiss]

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[tyresdeg]

arrowmclaren smell ya later, boys. 👃😂

[interlagostrack]

I love them aooaksokaks

[jack-doohan]

INDYCAR AS VINES PART 4 (CIARA’S COME BACK FROM THE WAR!!!!)

AFTER A LONG WAIT……I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW VINE COMPILATION!!!!! I think this one may be the longest one ive made so far!!!!! god i love making these because I make myself laugh….and we all need to laugh!!!!! Im so sad that we’re almost done with the 2024 indycar season :( but it will be alright!!!!!! also just note ferrucci mentioned in a couple of these but they’re both joke ones so

[dynamitekansai]

So. A lot goes on in the world of wrestling, huh?

[dystini]

[toni-peperoni]

I am back with more and probably the last of my Kinktober Prompts!!

Kinktober Prompt Day 30: Double Penetration

Ship: Marc Márquez/Valentino Rossi/Andrea Dovizioso

You can read it und the cut or here on ao3

"Do you think he can take it?", Vale asked like an offhand comment, like it didn't matter, like Marc wasn't even there.

"I don't know. Maybe we should ask him", Dovi answered as if they were in conversation about what they'd get for dinner, not in the middle of sex.

"Well. What do you say?", Vale asked, addressing Marc almost with disinterest. Marc was so hard, he thought he was about to explode.

"I can. Please, let me", he breathed, trying to focus his thoughts only on that, not on the dick, that was already buried deep inside him, already filling him so good, but not quite enough. How whenever Vale moved ever so slightly, it nudged all the right spots. But not long enough to actually grant Marc release. It was torture. Torture sweet as honey, dripping over him, like Dovi's finger's roaming over his back, around his body, over his sternum, along his abs, down his V-line just stopping above where Marc needed the touch the most, down his thighs, and back up on the other side, over his ass cheeks, up his spine until they reached his neck and the Italian had the decency squeezed the muscles. It made Marc's breath hitch, bringing him back to reality, mind threatening to melt away from him just before.

"Really? I'm not sure", Vale faked uncertainty.

The dynamic was fucking with his head, where Vale was hard and demanding, acting like he didn't really care, Dovi was soft, caring and still. Still just the right amount of making him work for it.

Marc nodded heavily from where he was basically glued to Vale's chest.

"Well show me then. Show me that you can fit me."

Marc blushed furiously, knowing what Dovi wanted from him, the humiliation of it burning on his face. He reached behind himself, spreading his cheeks, showing the Italian sitting on his heels behind him where Valentino's length was already disappearing into his body, where he needed the other Italian so much.

"Hm", Dovi pretended to ponder. "Looks quite tight to me. Why don't you show me, that your fingers fit in next to Vale, that might convince me."

Vale smirked at Dovi over Marc's body, tipping his head in a 'well played' motion, the younger Italian grimacing back in a 'you do what you can' fashion. That was Dovi's problem in Vale's head. He wasn't nearly as cocky as he could be with his skills. Especially with someone like Marc it wasn't only an option, it was a need. In his head, that was the only reason he was here. That this was the one thing, that Marc needed and Dovi couldn't give. He took great pride in that, even though he knew that he'd loose the fight for Marc everyday against Dovi.

Vale knew not to pick loosing battles, especially when this was what a peace agreement brought.

He could feel Marc pressing his face harder in his chest, trying to reach further behind and work his fingers inside himself next to Vale. The older man moaned, when the fingers entered, brushing against his dick, while also making it impossibly more tight.

One, then two fingers, Marc was determined to make it work, though right now, it couldn't be comfortable for him. He added the finger too quickly, needing it, abandoning his well being for now, twisting his shoulder in a way that it certainly wasn't supposed to go and looked painful.

Dovi was looking at Vale, concern in his eyes easy to read, dropping the act for a moment. Marc couldn't see him anyways. Vale understood and leaned his head closer to Marc.

"Is your upper arm making problems?", Vale whispered, he too dropping the act for the moment. Marc didn't want to admit it, didn't want to say it, because it made it real. His arm was hurting like a bitch and the other hand just didn't quite work like the right one used too. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he nodded. Honesty was the most important thing in their arrangement and Marc knew he had to tell.

Vale gave Dovi a look that told him the suspicion was correct.

"Okay, okay Marc, let me help you", Dovi soothed, gently removing Marc's fingers, placing his arm back in a position that he knew was comfortable for him, placing a kiss at the nape of the Spaniard's neck, just to make sure that Marc was reminded all that happened, happened for his pleasure, not to put any of them in actual pain.

Marc calmed again, barely even reacting, when Dovi inserted his first finger, slowly working it in. He just layed against Vale, enjoying how the older man's chest hair moved when he breathed in and out. Marc was sinking back into his headspace ever so slowly, focusing on nothing and everything that was happening at once.

Dovi added a second finger and when he thought the first one had been a tight fit, than this seemed almost impossible compared. He couldn't wait to feel it.

"Seems like you really can take it", Vale picked up again, giving a look to Dovi, urging him to say something too.

"I don't only think he can take it, I even think he deserves it", Dovi said, the grin easily being heard in his voice, as he added a third finger, making Marc whimper and Vale curse, as it also got tighter for him.

"Yeah you think?"

"Absolutely, look how well he's taking you the entire time and how well he's taking my fingers too", Dovi purred, moving his three fingers in and out, scissoring his fingers every now and then, awed by the fact that Marc actually opened further to accommodate him. "Do you deserve it, what do you think?"

Marc nodded heavily, reduced to almost nothing by the feeling of being so full and it only would get better from here.

"Words baby", Vale reminded, as Dovi also stopped moving his fingers to bring the point across.

"Please, please don't stop. I need it. I deserve it", Marc pleaded. "I've been so good, I waited so long to have you two, I didn't even touch myself ever since I knew this would happen. I was so good, I deserve this."

Dovi, somehow apparently still having brain functioning despite the man in front of him, literally having started to grind back onto his fingers and Vale's dick, voiced the thought that just occured to him: "Have you done that before? Touch yourself to the thought what it would feel like to have us both at the same time?"

"Barely anything else I think about whenever I do it. I need to know what it feels like. I need you Dovi please. I've been thinking about it for so long."

"Dirty mind", Vale whistled through his teeth. "Well then, we should grant that wish, shouldn't we?"

The two Italians looked at eachother, smirking, both in awe from the man between them. They too needed to get it on, they were both painfully hard, Marc having that effect most of the time, but right now, he was almost pliant between them, like wax between their fingers, melting with each and every touch.

"Let's make the fantasy real then", Dovi said hotly, tracing Marc's spine with his left hand from the neck all the way down to his tail bone, removing his fingers from inside Marc, making his rim spasm and trying to cling down on something that wasn't there anymore.

Dovi lined himself up, slowly starting to push in, not able to suppress the groan that escaped him from how tight it was. He kept his hand on the small of Marc's back, trying to reassure.

Marc whined, fingers digging into Vale's shoulders, clinging on for dear life, as he was split open. He was breathing heavily and laboured, trying not to tense up, that would only make things worse.

Vale put his hands on Marc back, drawing little circles with his fingers to make him relax. His own breathing was barely in control, Dovi sliding in along his length having his head spin from the sensation paired with the tightness of Marc, it was almost too much for him.

"I can't, I can't take it, it's to much", Marc said, voice alerted.

"You can", Dovi answered, kindly, but with zero uncertainty, pushing in further.

Marc made a noise neither of them had ever heard, but he took it like the champ he was.

"So good", Dovi whispered into Marc's ear, covering the Spaniard's body with his own from behind him. "You are so good for us right now."

"Our little slut, taking it like you were made for this", Vale said. The mix of praise and degradation coming from the two men was the last straw for Marc, anything falling from him, as he went completely lax between them.

Dovi bottomed out, staying there for a moment catching his breath, trying not to come on the spot from the feeling. All of them where breathing hard trying to make sense of this feeling, trying to file it away forever in their minds, because they never felt like that.

Marc still clung to Vale's shoulders, digging his fingers deeper, trying to convey what he wanted, despite words being gone from his grasp. Still Vale understood him. He started to move his hips, motioning for Dovi to do the same, as all of them moaned together from the sheer feeling of it all.

Dovi fucked up into Marc, whenever Vale was pulling out and Vale did the same when Dovi was pulling out, keeping Marc full nonstop, driving into his relentlessly, reducing him down to nothing but whimpers.

The two Italians both didn't have a lot of finess left to them, making the snaps of their hips fast and without a real rhythm, chasing their release from the feeling of how tight it was and how it felt, having their dicks move against one another.

Dovi placed kisses everywhere he could reach on Marc's body, Valentino doing the same, eventhough that was mostly just Marc's head and forearms. Marc was making noises that bordered being inhumane, not able to for a coherent thought anymore. They got higher and higher every second.

Vale was the first to finish, delivering one final thrust, before ropes of cum shot up Marc's hole, painting the inside white and delivering more lubricant for Dovi to keep on sliding as Vale already stopped. The other Italian followed suit, also one final thrust enough to make him come deep inside Marc, deeper than he'd gone previously, nudging Vale's dick into Marc's prostate one last time and if that wasn't the craziest feeling Marc had ever experienced, then he didn't know what was.

He came so hard, everything went white behind his eyelids and it felt like time was frozen.

"Fucking hell", Andrea mouthed out when he finally regained his breath.

Valentino nodded in agreement.

Marc was still laying on his chest, completely spent, his eyes closed. Dovi pulled out, he and Vale hissing both at the overstimulation of sliding along eachother and Valentino followed his lead. Marc's hole was fluttering trying to clench down on something that wasn't there anymore and still there was no actual reaction from Marc.

"Are you okay Marc", Dovi asked slightly concerned, caressing Marc's side lovingly.

"Never have been better", he mumbled, too spent to even lift his head.

"Let's get you cleaned up baby", Dovi smiled, before getting up to retrieve a wet cloth and a towel. Neither of them would be able to stand long enough to take a shower, so this had to do for now.

15 minutes later, they all were laying underneath the covers of Marc's bed, a movie playing on the TV, that neither of them was actually watching.

Marc was laying between them, head on Dovi's chest, legs tangled with Vale's, nearly falling asleep already.

"Thank you two", Marc whispered.

"It was my pleasure", Dovi answered.

"Always", Vale winked at Marc.

The younger man giggled sleepily, before closing his eyes.

Never in a lifetime, would Andrea or Valentino have thought they would be perfectly fine with sharing a bed with eachother, but principals had the tendency to go over board whenever and whereever Marc was involved.

For nothing in this world would they leave Marc right now. Nothing.

[indycarnocontext]

[nico-di-genova]

Zak Brown is the Leonardo DiCaprio of racing and I’m praying for his downfall.