#Princess cake

[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

#the reveal that he almost got his wife's name tattooed to telling nico to his face he called his wife's name 😭 #this was a labour of LOVE #please watch #nico rosberg #jenson button #princess cake

[fluffysheeps]

Purrincess cake cushion plush 🍰🐱

AfternoonFika

#princess cake #prinsesstårta #plush #plushie #cat

[bellasorpesz]

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

We need young Nico back 🙏

#nico rosberg #cunty #brocedes #jenson button #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #it girl #f1 #princess cake

[smallfairywings]

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

#cottagecore #coquette #flowers #pink #aesthetic #springcore #sunny #pinkcore #princesscore #books #cake #cake decorating #coquette cake #princess #princess cake

[penaltyboxboxbox]

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

#brocedes #genderbend #princess cake #and i guess implied slagclaren heehee. um #ballet au #mine

[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 😌

#the shade at drugovich i love him so much for that #and jensons office looks #meant to be #princess cake #nico rosberg #jenson button #effervescentdragonrants #f1

[28220-c]

private commission|稿件展示

#jenson button #princess cake #nico rosberg #f1 fanart #formual one #formula 1

[readingbythestreetlights]

this is my thesis statement for brocedes vs princess cake btw

#first pic looking at lew. second pic at jense #i don’t know if this needs further explanation #the 30 thousand different emotions on display in the first pic #the simple joy in the second #pick your poison #too much?? not enough?? #nico rosberg #brocedes #princess cake #f1

[blorbocedes]

things we as a society don't discuss enough: nico literally did a beach cleanup with jenson wearing short shorts and his tummy hanging out...... looking yummy mummy while doing it

#nico rosberg #jenson button #gonna tag this #princess cake #that bit of nico's tummy poking out is everything to me

[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

#brocedes #lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #nico rosberg #jenson button #princess cake

[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

#f1 smut #f1 rpf #summerofcum2023 #princess cake #my fic #no idea what the ship name is for mark/nico or if there even is one #yes nico has a pink motorola razr #duh

[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

#i have no idea if this even makes sense to anyone but me but do u get me #this is for akira. i luv u. hope ur studies are going ok #brocedes #princess cake #slagclaren #web weaving

[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.

#Max and Daniel are going to have to wait til next chapter their upcoming section will be at least 6000 words long #the charlos and princess cake and slagclaren in this tho #I had so much fun #f1 #icarus #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #f1 fanfic #brocedes #princess cake #slagclaren #charlos #nico rosberg #jenson button #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #my post #fanfic

[sionisjaune]

A short Nico/Jenson ficlet for @penaltyboxboxbox's girlcedes ballet AU... the last image made me insane...

Afterwards, he always asks about Lewis. The sweat on Nico’s back hasn’t even begun to dry, and her knees ache from riding his cock, and her back aches from practice, and he flops on his back, slides one of his disgusting cigs from the crumpled pack on his dresser and asks about her, absently scratching the scruffy hair on his chest. 

“She’s fine,” says Nico. Today, Toto announced that Lewis had made prima after stringing them both along for weeks. Everyone knew he would pick Lewis in the end, just like everyone knew that Lewis really was prima material, even with her tattoos and her piercings and her muscled quads and thick torso. 

Jenson sucks on his cigarette for a moment and then turns his head to the side to exhale in the direction of the window. Nico wishes he would blow smoke in her face, if only so that she could have something to yell at him for. 

“She still remember me?” says Jenson, wrapping his lips around the cigarette for another drag. “Wouldn’t kill her to come around…” 

Nico rolls her eyes and climbs off of Jenson’s lap to hunt around for her panties. Jenson must have tossed them somewhere in his pigsty of a room sometime after he stuck his hand down her jeans. Eventually, she finds them dangling from the bedpost, beside Jenson’s foot. She tugs them on only to discover that they’ve ripped along the seam where elastic meets delicate lace. Monstrous, soul-sucking rage swells in her chest and bursts like a party balloon before it can become anything real. Instead of ripping her own hair out of her head, she locates Jenson’s boxers and lobs them at his face.

“What would you even do?” Nico says. 

“Huh?” says Jenson, lighting another cigarette. He cups his hand around the end to shield the flame from the draught gusting in through the window. 

“If she came around. What would you do?” Nico crosses her arms, but it only serves to draw Jenson’s attention to her tits. When his eyes widen, she swallows and purses her lips to keep the bile down. 

“Dunno,” says Jenson, folding one wiry arm behind his head. “There used to be a band. We were Mick Laren. You, know like the—” 

“I know,” says Nico.

“Then we were Downforce. And then Lewis and the Mechanics.” Jenson chortles. Nico is going to be sick. She scoops one of Jenson’s dirty shirts off the floor—an embarrassing band tee going threadbare at the collar—and pulls it on over her head. She tiptoes back to Jenson’s bed and slides back in beside him because she has nowhere else to go, really. Jenson folds his arm around her and pulls her into his chest. At least he’s good for keeping her warm. Nico slides her leg over his while he puffs on his cigarette.

“Give me that,” Nico snaps. Jenson hands her the cigarette obligingly, and Nico plucks it from his hand with two fingers. It’s too short to hold onto properly, but it feels good on the way down, stinging her throat and curling poisonously inside her lungs. Toto would fucking kill her if he saw. She hands the butt back to Jenson, and he squishes it out on the nightstand.

“You can’t even fucking sing,” Nico sighs. 

“Sure I can,” says Jenson, pinching her in the side. “You wanna hear what I’m working on?”

“No,” says Nico, into his chest. 

“Some girlfriend you are,” says Jenson.

“Not your girlfriend,” says Nico. 

Jenson snorts. “Tell that to the panty collection in my underwear drawer.” 

“They’re probably not even mine,” says Nico. “Slag.” 

Jenson kisses the top of her head and tosses the sheet over her body. She might as well stay the night, now. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 2 AM in forbidding analog digits. Waking up to whatever shit breakfast Jenson cooks up is marginally better than waiting pantless on the street corner for a cab. God only knows where her jeans ended up.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” says Jenson. Nico squeezes her eyes shut tight.

#winter in london... jenson's shitty apartment... lewis's breakthrough and nico's failure... band tees and lace panties... #the ashtray on the nightstand... jenson's chest hair... the metal bedframe... nico's bruised knees #the vibes are immaculate is what i'm trying to get across #princess cake #i wrote this #ballet au

[keepthedelta]

can't believe marrying a woman with the same name as the psychosexual nickname he gave nico was not enough for jb, he's had to go and find a racing series to compete in against the blonde german son of an f1 world champion as well to really get the full nico effect

#jenson button #princess cake