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Nico congratulating Max after Spain 2016. I've never seen this before.

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Next James Bond?

Hi princess.

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seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

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Just the tip - NR6 🔥

Masterlist

TW: mentions of potential SA (full consent not exactly given)

Nico doesn’t ask permission. Not really. He just smiles like he knows things you don’t, like your body already belongs to him, like your heart’s a foregone conclusion.

He’s older. That much is obvious. He moves like he’s already won, speaks like he doesn’t have to try. And you’re young, wide-eyed, still shaky with the kind of nerves that cling to your ribs like spiderwebs. You hadn’t meant to tell him. That you were a virgin. That no one had ever touched you like that. That every time you kissed him it felt like your lungs turned inside out.

But you had. Whispered it into the collar of his shirt last night when he was kissing your neck and palming your tits through your shirt. You had told him between moans. And you’d watched his pupils blow wide like it meant something to him. Like it mattered. Like you were giving him something important.

Tonight, you feel like a sacrifice. He’s soft at first. Careful. Which is almost worse.

His lips on your neck again, his hands on your bare hips, his voice low and patient. “Are you sure?” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face. “You know I’ll take care of you, right?”

You nod. You’ve been nodding all fucking day.

He kisses you like a promise. Fucks you open with his fingers until you’re whimpering, hips twitching in the middle of the hotel bed, mouth open and eyes fluttering. He doesn’t say much until you beg.

“I want it,” you say, voice shaking. “Nico, please.”

He smiles. A slow, cruel little smirk. Like he’s been waiting for that.

“You sure?”

You nod again.

“I’ll just put the tip in,” he says sweetly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “I know it’s your first time. I won’t hurt you.”

You believe him. God help you, you believe him. But Nico Rosberg doesn’t stop at the tip. He pushes in slow at first, just enough to make you gasp, just enough to feel the way your pussy clenches around him like it doesn’t know what to do. Your fingers grab at the sheets, knuckles white.

“See?” he says quietly, stroking your hip with one hand. “Just the tip.”

It burns. Not in a bad way, not really. But it’s pressure and stretch and the shock of being filled like that for the first time. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He leans over you and kisses your jaw, your throat, your parted lips.

Then he pushes deeper.

You whimper. “Wait-”

“Shh,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well.”

You try to move your hips but he holds you down, his big hands flattening your thighs against the bed. The stretch grows sharper, more consuming.

“That’s not just the tip,” you whisper, voice trembling.

He smirks into your neck. “It was,” he says. “But now I’m already inside you, and I can’t stop now, can I?”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Your head is spinning. His cock is splitting you open and all he does is praise you through it.

“Look how good you take me.”

“Didn’t think a virgin pussy would be this tight.”

“Gonna ruin you for anyone else, you know that?”

You’re crying by the time he bottoms out.

It’s too much. Too full. Too overwhelming.

But he doesn’t stop.

He thrusts slow and deep at first, rocking your body up the mattress with every roll of his hips. One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Like he’s claiming you. Like he’s showing you who owns you now.

And he does.

You can feel it in every inch he gives you. Every filthy word he whispers into your ear. Every kiss he presses to your tear-streaked face like he’s comforting you while destroying you.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he growls against your ear. “That’s mine now.”

You nod, choking on a moan.

His pace picks up. Rougher now. Cruel. Your nails dig into his shoulders but it doesn’t slow him. He fucks you like he has something to prove. Like being your first means he gets to be your only.

And maybe he will be.

You’re sobbing by the time you come, your body overwhelmed, your nerves fried. He doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, watching your face the whole time.

Then he finishes inside you with a deep, groaning curse, holding you tight against him as he spills into you, thick and possessive.

You’re still shaking when he pulls out and strokes your hair.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You did so fucking well for me.”

You feel ruined. You are ruined. And Nico knows it. His thumb strokes your cheek. “Don’t worry,” he says softly, “I’m not letting anyone else touch you now.”

You don’t even try to argue. Because part of you knows he’s not lying. And part of you likes it.

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This was the edit I was talking about

And I have to say, George manhandling Lando is stuck in my brain

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what is formula racing even about?

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did u guys hear abt that intern fired from that law firm bc she bit like 10 people. im kinda obsessed with her god i wish there was footage

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What if you're BAHRAIN GEORGE driving on 16 LAP OLD SOFTS , no TRANSPONDER, no STEERING WHEEL, DRS opening when you try to use the RADIO. and there's a mclaren up your ass.

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Horner gone and the last thing he did in the sport was badmouthing George??

I feel VINDICATED

Fired mid season like the last 6 drivers he hired

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genuinely being an oscar fan easy asf its like being religious where youre like God always has a plan for me☝️ except its that you believe that mark webber is always prepared to go to war. if something goes wrong mark webber will fix it. with george its just like watching a baby turtle hatch and try to get into the ocean and there are so many evil birds and youre watching it on the tv and you cant do anything for the baby turtle you just have to believe the baby turtle is fast enough and the birds are kind enough

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Australia’s version of the onion has just character assassinated all you gays

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You ever lying in bed and...

"Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki Lauda told us ‘take a monkey, place him into the cockpit and he is able to drive the car.’ Thirty years later, Sebastian told us ‘I had to start my car like a computer, it’s very complicated.’ And Nico Rosberg said that during the race – I don’t remember what race –  he pressed the wrong button on the wheel. Question for you both: is Formula One driving today too complicated with twenty and more buttons on the wheel, are you too much under effort, under pressure? What are your wishes for the future concerning the technical programme during the race? Less buttons, more? Or less and more communication with your engineers?"

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some gabico for the req?

Problematic age gap relationship (it’s the young one that’s the problem)

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nico rosberg if you can hear me nico rosberg please kindly attend the next 2 grand prix before silverstone and put that red tractor team on blast. please publicly shame them so that they have no choice but to be competent. please nico rosberg also hunt down lewis and force him to remember that he is lewis hamilton greatest of all time. ragebait him if you have to nico rosberg. perform witchcraft if you have to. kidnap roscoe if you have to. i know your heart is w fraudclaren but remember your roots. time is running out nico rosberg. ferrari needs you which are words that i never thought i would say. do the right thing please nico rosberg. instill the fear of god in fred vassuer and adami with your threatening and offputting weirdo aura that will give lewis a good race at silverstone. you will reincarnate as a lotus flower. please nico rosberg if you can hear me