#Princess cake

[blorbocedes]

jenson on the sky sports f1 podcast saying that he hopes he gets to work with nico this year... we've all seen 2010s era princess cake i want old man sky sports pundit princess cake

old man princess cake!!!!! GIVE IT TO US SKY 😠😡

jenson's big ass smile going "I hope so" 😃 about potentially getting to work with nico..... you never forget your fave beautiful twink

[fluffysheeps]

Purrincess cake cushion plush 🍰🐱

AfternoonFika

[bellasorpesz]

This Nico edit 😭😭the original it girl the #brocedes sneak 😭😭 he had #markwebber mesmerized

We need young Nico back 🙏

[smallfairywings]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 🤍🌷🎀🍰

[penaltyboxboxbox]

more girlcedes ballet au.....ft dirtbag boyfriend jenson.....

[manykinsmen]

was going thru the notes on this post to see if i’d reblogged it before and oh my god ur addition has me 😵‍💫 like i didn’t even think abt it like that……. https://www.tumblr.com/manykinsmen/735900961818689536/okay-this-isnt-the-first-time-i-have-re-logged

It’s actually not that obvious to be fair. We tend to think about Jenson as kind of least among Lewis’s teammates. Fernando and Nico are also world champions but they also have far more complicated and horrible relationships with Lewis, Valtteri is famously Lewis’s great enduring friendship, George is fresh in our minds as the incumbent. (Heikki Kovalainen we don’t think about at all because F1 has collectively forgotten him - although I have so much to say about the nicest man ever to grace motorsports).

Jenson is also testimony that Lewis did a lot of legwork in the having terrible relationships with his teammate department. Jenson was a very lovely, affable teammate to have, who’d had a string of absolute dickheads to contend with as his own teammates in his early years of racing (Ralf Schumacher, Jacques Villeneuve and, although it was mostly Briatore’s fault for the favouritism, Jarno Trulli). He knows how to de-escalate, he knows how to go on a charm offensive, he knows how to befriend as a literal trauma response. And Lewis is a dick to him just because Lewis’s trauma response to teammates is to bite before he’s bitten. They’ve had pretty much the same experience and come out with completely different coping strategies. In a team where they’re level pegging with each other (at that time one WDC apiece), Jenson keeps the ship from going down with smiling and nodding along and staying firmly in his lane, never a bad word, and for his troubles, Lewis tweets his telemetry.

So when the Brocedes fallout happens, who do you think Nico must go crying to? Who’s the person that did everything right and still got the horns? Who’s going to be someone who believes Nico when he says it’s not his fault (regardless of whether or not it’s entirely true)? Jenson and Nico have always been very friendly, touchy feely even, because before Nico turned up, Jenson was the pretty boy of F1. Jenson was where they pointed fingers and said shouldn’t you be in a fucking boyband? Like Jenson’s kinship with Nico runs so deep. And you have to wonder is that where Nico starts putting together this bulletproof affability (but never quite so well)?

Like seriously, Nico and Jenson have probably been sitting around drinking in the personally victimised by Lewis Hamilton club (membership: two) for years.

[effervescentdragon]

nico rosberg goes around spilling tea about laptimes without any fucks given while jenson literally rolls his eyes at peoples stupidity on camera with zero fucks given princess cake truly the paddock power couple 😌

[28220-c]

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[readingbythestreetlights]

this is my thesis statement for brocedes vs princess cake btw

[blorbocedes]

nico rosberg and jenson button flirting for 7 minutes straight

highlights include nico fixing his hair and giggling:

- "do you know what nickname you gave me?" "I gave you my fiancé's name!" (jenson's wife's name is brittny, and Nico's britney nickname lore here)

"you need to be loved" "I do, yeah."

- sharing the story where jenson got shitfaced at a bar in japan in 2013, and that nico and jenson had their longest (hour long) conversation that jenson doesn't remember

also jenson: remembers nico's first win, his first podium, what tyres he had in detail

- they both chant WE ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS

- nico wanted to do his extreme e team with jenson

- nico says he's gonna quarantine on a boat with jenson which is the most bougie thing I've ever heard

do still recommend the pod, this doesn't cover a lot of other bits like where jenson compares fernando and lewis as teammates or fernando's mind games, or brawn so if you're interested

[bellasorpesz]

Choose your fighter #nico had them down bad #poor jenson 😭😭😭 #we know what they are #free nico these men where about to jump him #can’t blame I would look at Nico like that too

[sionisjaune]

Roommate au and pregnancy fic for princess cake but make it het and make Jenson the girl byeeeee

[Trope mash up prompt list] Remind me to tell you about the butch lesbian high school cool girl Jenson I was developing for an AU a while back.... N E WAY here you go!

Jenson finds herself sitting on the toilet, a drugstore pregnancy test in her hand and her panties on the floor around her ankles after she skips her period and clues into the fact that she never, ever skips her period. She stares fixedly at the little oval on the test stick, waiting for one or two lines to resolve. 

“Can you hurry up in there?” says Nico, pounding on the door. Their shitty flat only has the one bathroom, and Nico probably wants to get in to fetch his expensive hair products and spend half an hour in the mirror artfully fucking up his hair in a manner that is reminiscent of the style he sports when Jenson wakes up with a hangover and rolls onto her side to find Nico in her bed. 

“Fuck off,” says Jenson, squinting at the stick. Can it take any longer?

Nico pounds on the door again. “I need to piss,” he whines. Jenson buries her head in the hand not holding the test stick. She doesn’t know why she sleeps with him. Repeatedly. Her brain reminds her that it’s probably because he’s utterly shameless in bed and lets her tie him up and slap him around and generally seems to get off on Jenson emasculating him. 

“Just—one second,” Jenson says. She deposits the pregnancy test on the sink and pulls her panties up her hips, flushing the toilet. She washes her hands in the sink, scrutinizing her reflection in the vanity. The mascara she couldn’t be arsed to wash off last night is smeared around her eyes, making her look like a rather freckly racoon. She towels off her hands and unlocks the door for Nico, who is standing immediately outside of the washroom with his hand poised to knock on the door again, a white button down with the wrong buttons fastened slipping off his shoulders and a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs riding high on his thighs. 

“Fucking finally,” says Nico, rolling his eyes. He shoulders past Jenson, and Jenson swears she catches a whiff of a candy-scented perfume off the collar of his shirt. He went out with his friends last night, who are far weirder and less affable than Jenson’s friends. 

He slams the door behind him while Jenson pads through the flat to plop on the couch, tucking her legs under her. She listens to the toilet flush and the sink run. The door creaks open again, and Nico exits the washroom, rubbing a hand through his hair. 

“JB,” he says, hesitating. He’s clutching something in his hand. Oh shit, Jenson thinks. She watches him raise the pregnancy test Jenson forgot on the sink with a panicked look on his pouty face. “What’s this?”

[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Days 28/29/30: ruined orgasm, loss of virginity, thigh fucking

nico/mark & jenson/nico, warnings for mild dubcon, undernegotiated kink, slut/whore used in a sexual context, 1933 words

***

Nico knows that the only reason Mark sleeps with her now is because she’s already fucked everyone else first.

He wouldn’t touch her back when they were teammates; said she was too young, too inexperienced—whatever. She’d (stupidly) cared back then, thought he was breaking her heart. So maybe he’d been right about all that.

They’d only gotten off once that whole year: Nico straddling Mark’s thigh in the back of some too-loud nightclub that Jenson had dragged them all to. They hadn’t even fucked, not really. Nico came harder than she ever had before, even with her panties and Mark’s jeans depriving her of the slick glide of skin-against-skin that she’d been craving since the second she saw him that night, cocktail drunk with sweat staining his shirt collar. Mark didn’t know that Nico had still been a virgin then, but she certainly isn’t going to tell him now.

“What the bloody hell is that thing?” Mark asks, mouth curling in disgust as he nods toward Nico’s new mobile phone, which has just spilled out of her pocket during the course of her hasty undressing.

“I know you’re old, but you’re not that old,” Nico teases. She kicks off her underwear next, leaving her socks for last. She balls them up and chucks them individually at Mark’s face. “It’s a mobile, dumbass.”

“I know it’s a mobile. It’s just so…pink.”

Nico twists to grab the phone from where it's lying in a crumple of hotel sheets. It is pink. Nico likes it.

“Jealous?” she asks. She knows Mark still has some horribly outdated Nokia and can’t bear to part with it for some reason, but he’s staring at the phone in her hands with endearingly transparent curiosity, like he really hasn’t ever seen anything like it.

“Does it take photos?” he wonders.

Nico’s face slowly breaks into a smile. She nods. “Do you want to take some of me?”

Mark looks almost forlorn as he answers. “Wouldn’t be able to see them on mine,” he reminds her. “Maybe I should think about getting an upgrade.”

“Maybe you should.” Nico settles in against the stack of pillows that she carefully arranged before Mark had even arrived, but she keeps the phone tucked against her chest, resting it in the flat space between her breasts that only makes itself known when she’s lying on her back like this. She might not be able to send Mark any pictures of herself—yet—but that doesn’t mean she can’t take pictures of him instead.

“Want me to eat you out?” Mark asks, though it’s just a formality. She always does. He’s too big for Nico to handle without at least one orgasm under her belt, at which point she’ll be wet enough, relaxed enough, to finally take him without complaint.

Nico nods eagerly. “Can you—” she starts to ask, blushing a little already even as she says it. “Like before,” she adds.

Mark nods without asking for clarification. He gets up quickly, returning a few seconds later with the squeeze tube of lubricant from the bathroom that Nico had almost mistaken for her toothpaste just two nights ago. Thankfully, she’d been alone for that mishap. If anyone else had been around to see it, Nico would have at least half a dozen brand new nicknames in the paddock by now.

Nico breathes deep as Mark slicks up two fingers and carefully slides them into her ass. “Just like this?” he confirms. He’d tried to fuck her with them the first time they tried it, but Nico hadn’t been able to take the feeling. It was better like this, the just-enough sensation of fullness that enhances the sparking pleasure of Mark’s tongue in her pussy.

“Uh huh,” Nico replies roughly. Her eyes slowly flutter closed, but then Mark puts his mouth on her clit, and at that very moment, her phone vibrates insistently against her chest.

Nico flips the phone open instinctively. It’s a text. From Jenson.

room number? in a cab now xx

Nico rolls her eyes and quickly types a response. you missed your chance. busy. Technically, Mark hadn’t been her first choice.

Jenson’s reply follows embarrassingly quickly. who?? seb? lewis?

someone whos better at eating pussy than you.

Nico lets the phone fall back against her collarbone with a dull thump and glances down between her thighs, where Mark is staring up at her with a patently unimpressed expression.

“Who was that?” he asks.

“Just Jenson, being annoying. You can keep going.”

Mark shakes his head with a soft little sigh. “Yes, your highness,” he replies sarcastically.

Any potential retort from Nico gets sucked into the back of her throat as soon as he gets his mouth on her again. She likes getting eaten out by Mark better than almost anyone. He’s patient, almost lazy with it in a way that sparks pleasure all the way up her spine, sending electric tingles down her arms and legs and along the crown of her scalp. It’s almost nonsexual, really—or maybe it would be without his fingers in her ass, heightening the feeling of him methodically licking into her.

When her phone vibrates again, Nico can’t help but look. She doesn’t need to concentrate now that Mark has gotten into the rhythm, her thighs loose and slack, head floaty.

so mark then, Jenson writes. did he make u cum yet? x

no.

bitch!

Nico assumes that comment is directed at Mark. Jenson fancies himself a key player in some kind of battle for Nico’s heart—or maybe just her cunt—but Nico is pretty sure Mark doesn’t even know the war exists. Come to think of it, Seb and Lewis probably don’t either. It might just be Jenson.

still busy, Nico sends back. Mark is being a little rougher with her now. Sloppier.

“Can you try another finger?” she asks.

Mark lifts up a little, nods, and then slides both fingers out to reapply the lube.

Getting the third in takes a bit more effort. It’s a few minutes before Nico finally relaxes around the stretch of it, even when Mark is tongue-deep in her pussy again, licking hard at the underside of her clit until she practically melts into the pillows. Her phone buzzes every so often against her chest, but it’s a few minutes before Nico calms down enough to take another peek.

Jenson has practically sent her a dissertation in the meantime.

ur such a slut xx

want me 2 cum fuk u after he leaves?

i cud bring alonso n we cud both fuk u

im durnk sry i wont bring alonso xxxx

briitney britney britneyyyyy

u shud send me a pic of ur pussy plz im so hard 4 u xx

Attached is a picture of Jenson’s hand wrapped around his cock, and the shock of it makes Nico clench down embarrassingly hard around Mark’s fingers.

Nico is tempted to send a picture back, but she doesn’t want to piss Mark off even more than she already has, and she thinks that maybe using him to sext Jenson might finally exceed the limits of his patience with her.

later, Nico replies. what are you thinking about?

It takes Jenson a little longer to text back this time. fuking u on the podium. want every1 2 see wot a slut u r. gunna spread open ur pussy & show u off. my tight wet whore xx u’ll let me do anything ya?

It’s the kind of thing that wouldn’t be sexy if Nico wasn’t already devastatingly turned on. Jenson should probably send Mark a gift basket in thanks. On any other given night, she probably would have turned off her phone and gone to sleep by now.

yeah? your going to fuck my little pussy in front of everyone? make me take it?

gunna make u ride me & pour champagne all over ur tits xx

“Are you even paying attention?” Mark asks out of nowhere, sounding genuinely irked now as he lifts his head again to glare over the top of Nico’s phone at her.

“Yes,” Nico replies automatically. “Sorry.” But she doesn’t put the phone down.

Mark releases a heavy sigh. “Can I fuck you, then? If you’re not gonna…?”

Nico nods, her fingers already moving across the keys to type out another reply. want mark to watch me cum on your cock. “Just don’t come in my pussy, okay?” she tells Mark. want you to knock me up so everyone knows im yours.

The very first push of Mark’s cock into her pussy is a bit startling, but Nico is wet enough that she settles into the feeling quickly. She likes it when Mark is a bit rough with her, but he’s not giving it a hundred percent yet, instead just establishing a deep, steady rhythm until he’s bottoming out inside her on every thrust.

It’s nice, but it isn’t quite enough. Nico holds her breath until Jenson texts back again.

did u cum yet

no, she says. did you?

no want 2 see ur ruined pussy after hes done w u

Nico feels another hot flash of arousal deep in her core, and she’s just starting to craft an adequate response in her mind when Mark abruptly pulls out of her.

“What are you doing?” Nico asks, confused as to why he’s knelt between her thighs with his hand moving over his cock with purpose.

“You said not to come in your pussy,” Mark says matter-of-factly.

And then just like that, he guides himself into the tight clutch of her ass, the stretch of his fingers and the leftover lube slicking the way as he slides into her in one smooth motion.

Nico blacks out for a moment, or she thinks she does. It’s hard to think around how overwhelming it feels to be filled so completely, how good it feels. She can feel her ass clenching down around Mark’s cock, the movements wholly involuntary, her body unable to adapt to the newness of the sensation as Mark thrusts in and out of her without stopping, the pleasure of it so mind-numbing that she can’t open her mouth to ask him to stop, wait.

She comes like that, without meaning to, her pussy empty, spasming around nothing, both too much and not enough. There are no fireworks, no bone-deep satisfaction, just the feeling of Mark splitting her open and a nearly unbearable curl of pleasure in the cradle of her hips lingering like an itch she can’t reach.

Her phone vibrates again. This time, Mark takes it from her.

Nico watches as he deftly flips the phone open with his thumb, his eyes scanning the screen quickly. He keeps fucking her even while he carefully types out a message on the keypad, the movements of his thumb clumsy but purposeful. He doesn’t tell her what he’s typing. He fucks her even harder when he’s done.

Nico has to wait until Mark drops the phone back down onto her heaving stomach before she can see what he’s sent. There’s a picture.

The angle is one she’s never seen before of herself: legs open, cunt messy with her own come, all ruddy and swollen from Mark’s mouth and her own orgasm. She’s stretched obscenely wide around Mark’s cock, her hole straining around him in a way that makes her pussy twitch even though she’s just come less than a minute ago.

The accompanying text is short and to the point, a devastatingly succinct reply to Jenson’s rather uninspired: wot is he doing???

I’m in Britney’s ass. - M

[milflewis]

me, you and god

transcription of fleabag, season two episode six / chinese gp 2012 / fleabag, season two episode six / turkish gp 2010 / transcription of a pre race interview, abu dhabi gp 2021 / the beast in the space by w s graham / australian gp 2008 / @ponyoisms / austrian gp 2016 / fleabag, season two episode six

[lydiamaya-main]

F1 Pictures that look like they could be romance book/movie cover (again did this with football so why not another sports I love)

That look

That hug

You are stuck with me//So I guess I'll be sticking with you (listen, photos taken from the back while two people stand next to each other and or have arms around each other is my favorite genre of photography)

Power Couple vibes

Can't stop smiling when they are around vibes

"Okay?" "Okay" (aka I don't what these are but these are definitely something)

(I hope these don't end up offending anyone like the football ones, these aren't meant to be taken seriously. This mostly just joke and fun 😅)

Football ones if anyone is interested — (01) , (02) , (03)

[eirianerisdar]

Or read from the first chapter

Fic Summary:

Daniel loves to fly, but he needs to race. Every F1 driver joins the grid knowing they have a choice to keep their wings or trim them for less weight, sacrificing flight for race pace. Daniel has always promised himself he will never trim his wings. Until he comes to McLaren, and the choice is made for him. In which the most-loved driver of the grid has a long, slow fall, and nobody notices until it is too late.

Chapter 34/?: An Earnest Promise

Nico and Lewis go after a deeply hurt Jenson. Fred Vasseur makes a horrifying discovery about how Ferrari have been treating their drivers.