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neet-elite · 1 month

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↳ EVENT 03. Sebastian (Date Night)

Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,779 Warnings: established relationship, cock humping, cum in pants. thats it <3 Prompt(s): 03 — date night Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: im loving how soft everyone in this event has been, it's allowed me to stretch my fluff writing muscles a little which i desperately needed <3 don't get me wrong, im just as excited to get to the rougher requests too hehe! but this is a nice change of pace from my usual stuff, so thank you for letting me indulge in this type of writing!

A weekly tradition, one he's kept with him for as long as he can remember. Even when he was too young to drink, his mom would drag him to the saloon every weekend just like how everyone else in town would inevitably show up soon after, the kids getting free reign of the pool room to play in while the adults enjoyed the end of the week together, surrounded by too tall glasses of beer he was always mesmerized by. And years later, he still visits to play with his friends— only he's of legal drinking age now and able to appreciate the taste of alcohol appropriately, which adds a fresh spin to the lifelong pool nights as it were.

And, of course, there's you too. The new addition to his routine, married and homely. A welcomed plus one at that, not just by him, but by his friends too. A small little get together with everyone that quite often doubles as a date night; especially considering there's fuck all else to do in the lazy Pelican Town other than get drunk outside or get high at home. And he does enough of the latter with you already, so he likes to think that these saloon date nights count for something, right?

It's a chance for you to get all dressed up and pretty at the very least! Not that he doesn't think that you're always the prettiest girl in the world, but he knows that he puts in a little more effort himself when it comes to attending the weekly function, and it's nice to see what sort of outfit you'll end up in too. Because you look so pretty in them all, he'd be hard pressed to pick a favourite. Giddily awaiting his chance to politely ogle you from across the bar, a secret hidden game shared amongst lovers.

"Seb!" He hears you yell from the bathroom, and a smile automatically finds its way to his lips. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, all ready to go, he yells back an eager yeah babe?

Footsteps answer his question, and he awaits your arrival with bated breath. Expecting you to be done dressing by now, maybe needing some help with a difficult to reach zip or something? But what he doesn't expect is... Well, God, look at you...

Oh, that's gotta be his favourite outfit on you after all. Wasn't so hard to pick now, was it? The sight of you entering the bedroom, cute confused look on your face, wearing what he can see is only his old hoodie and a pair of underwear is such a pretty view. He bites his tongue as you saunter closer, else he's liable to spill filthy secrets about just how long he's yearned to see you wear exactly that, eyes half lidded the moment his gaze lands on your bare thighs. You could wear anything in the world, the most expensive dress known to man, the prettiest pare of heels in the world, and this would still be his favourite. Barefoot and underdressed, how domesticated you appear, hair and face all done up nicely, dressed to the nines in his hand me downs. There's not a prettier sight, he suddenly decides. Wanting to clutch his chest from how in love he is with you wearing his hoodie, an unmistakeable thirst present in how his hands itch to haul you on top of him so he can love on you a little. Genuinely pained from how badly he wants you in such a swift moment, his pretty little wife.

Still, he hopes you plan on wearing more than just that out to the saloon; a tight tug of jealousy wrapping around his fluttering heart. Except, well, maybe he really doesn't. You look perfect as is, all smiles and wifely in his beloved clothing. His beloved wearing his beloved, he'd rather you stay just as you are. But the thought of others interjecting themselves into such a personal moment for him is annoying, has him already wanting to shield you away from prying eyes despite remaining safe at home.

"Do you know where my uh... My— y'know?" You vaguely gesture towards your bare thighs with your words, and his eyebrows raise in faux suspicion. You always get so frazzled before leaving for the saloon, something about the excitement of the night to come getting to you, and though he truly believes it's innocently adorable how you fret, he can't help but wet his lips at the way you draw attention to your pretty legs right in front of him.

"Your... pants?" He questions back, tutting quietly to himself when you enthusiastically nod yes!

Of course he knows where they are— you had thrown them to him just before getting in the bathroom to assumedly finish getting ready. And like the polite husband he is, he took them without any issue. Quietly holding on to your possessions like he's been taught to, because he enjoys helping you out without need for questioning. "Sure do." He plainly states, reaching behind his back to retrieve the thrown away bottoms only to waggle them in front of you— just out of reach!

The sigh of relief you let out has him chuckling, light laughter filling the air as you ramble on about being so ditzy sometimes, but he thinks it's cute. Loves being your metaphorical knight in shining armour when you come seeking his help for the easiest of things; simply because you've forgotten again. It's nice to be of use to you.

Buuuut, on the other hand, it's just as much being your bully, too. There is intimacy in the moment where your eyes go wide as he tugs the clothing a little farther away, a silent encouragement for you to keep coming, just a little closer. The soft padding of your bare feet on the old creaky floorboards of the farm house rings in his ears as you pout prettily at him, almost bashfully, and he considers it a blessing to see you this exposed and vulnerable up close. "Ah-ah." He teases, extending his arm as high up as possible and rendering your pants inaccessible, a sneaky smirk matching his taunting tone. "I think you should leave just like this," He wiggles around, escaping your attempts to take hold of your bottoms with ease, because he knows your tactics well by now. This is not the first time he's teased you like this. "What d'ya think, babe?"

"I can't, Seb! It's too cold, hence the hoodie!" You huff cutely, and by God does he wanna kiss your lips all better. Cock quietly twitching in his pants as you take his playful attitude well, leaking a little precum for you as you tug on the hoodie strings enough for him in your demonstration of how cold you really feel to be able to see that you wear it just like him: as in, with nothing else on underneath.

He briefly wonders if you can feel the heat coming off of him, big arms ready to cuddle you up against his toned chest in an effort to share his warmth with your apparent shivering self. But you answer his question swiftly when you take to climbing on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around you as a sharp gasp escapes him— the feeling of your knee brushing against his cock knocking the wind out of him, and still he cares more for your safety than the embarrassing fact that just seeing you in his hoodie has him rock hard already.

Tense pause follows, frozen in place with his strong arms keeping you stable as you rock preciously on his lap. God knows where your clothes have gone, because they were immediately tossed aside the moment he thought you might fall, favouring your safety above all else. And then, without a second though, he blurts out a rushed "Sorry— I, it's just..." Before he buries his head against your chest, taking a shaky inhale to try and collect his thoughts, but with your body practically skin tight to his from how snugly he holds you, cock rubbing inadvertently against your leg, the scent of you mixing with the old musk of his worn hoodie— it was a mistake to tease you from the get go. Only resulting in riling himself up enough to have him biting down on his bottom lip to stave off the primal need to buck his hips against literally any part of you like some sort of horny teen; the things you still do to him. Maybe it'd be understandable if he was acting this way back in the beginning of your relationship, and yet...

"You look good in that." He sighs into you, emphasis on the good to make sure you understand the weight of your actions tonight, curling further into you and leaning back on the bed, safely dragging you down with him and letting go just so he can see how you look above him. "Should be a sin, honestly." He laughs with you, noticing the soft blush on your cheeks prompted by his open honesty.

It's not so bad to admit to such degeneracy, right? Cock nestled firmly between your legs, his hands coming up to stroke gentle lines up and down the fat of your thighs lovingly. Would that he could keep you here all night to himself, dying to show you just how much he loves the minimal fit the best way he knows how. But one look at the clock denies him such pleasures, a heavy sigh escaping him as he notices that he should have left with you five minutes ago.

"C'mon," he pats your ass fondly, blowing some hair out of his face as he half sits up, leaning his weight on one arm while his legs still yet hang off the edge of the bed. "We should get going, once we find your— ah, fuck— babe—!"

Mid sentence, you effectively shut him up with a simple movement. Just a small rock forward, nothing too serious. But fuck does it feel great having you take control like that, his eyes flickering up to your face only to see it scrunched up similarly to his own. Tense, expectant. He holds his breath for a second or two, reclaiming a spot on your back as one arm wraps possessively around it, the other still holding him up.

"Or— We could stay here, if y'want?" He offers, but rather than waiting for a response, he slowly guides you into more movement. Pushing lightly on your back to help you hump forward, and removing the weight of his hand to watch you slide back down his lap. Knowing that you're depending on him for stability when your own hands take root on his shoulders is nice, strokes his ego about as well as your barely clothed cunt strokes his cock off right now. And he figures he's got his answer when you bite your lip so seductively that he has to roll his cock up in tandem with you, literally forced into helping you get off on his lap because instinct begs him to please his wife.

It's just that he's so in love with all the small details, y'know? Like how his hoodie fits you better than it ever has him, how it falls from your frame so prettily as you hover above him, his hand gripping the back of the fabric a little tighter so it showcases your frame just that much better for his leering eyes. The little hah's and seb's your pretty lips whine for him as he helps you ride back and forth on his fat cock, the way your brows furrow in concentration, trying desperately to feel the full weight of his hidden cock, cloth barrier providing enough stimulation to rub nicely against your scantily clad clit, but he knows that frustrated sob all too well. He's fucked it out of you enough times before to know that you need more— but babe, you're already running late.

"C'mere." He prompts you with a head tilt, the moment your face gets close enough to his own he courteously kisses you. Short and sweet, a quick peck more than anything, before your greed overtakes you and you push your hips down into him with more vulgar intent, leaving his mouth wide open in a silent gasp of pleasure for you to take advantage of. He'd never complain at the feeling of your tongue running along his own, his grip tightening on the old hoodie you adorn as a means to display some semblance of restraint, but every drop of shared saliva he's forced to swallow in hopes of more has his head dizzy with desire. A great need welling in his tummy to help you get off, desperate to have you use him for your own benefit like the pretty princess you are to him.

He returns the fervour readily, impishly nibbling down on your lower lip before you do the same back, charming him with a simple smile as he leans in for more kisses. All the while his hips continue to buck up for you, fucking forward when you stroke down, and vice versa when he helps your ride closer to him, drawing his hips down so that his tightly concealed cock almost mimics catching on your pretty hole. The shuffling sound of his jeans fill the room to match the squeak of the bed, and he welcomes every lewd moan and suck you have to offer his needy lips.

"Feels s'fuckin' good, babe—" He slurs truthfully when taking a breather from the heated kiss, vision hazy with how good you look riding him like this. And the fact that he's close already from just a minor amount of petting is a testament to how much he just adores you, he thinks, so there's no room for shame in his pervert thoughts when you push him back down onto the bed, his back cradled gently by the sheets below. And the addition of your open palms on his rapidly rising and falling chest as his lungs struggle to keep up with how fucking hot his wife is when you know what you want only adds to the tight feeling in his core. Balls taut under your relentless humping of his cock, head thrown back with barely there control.

He only wishes he could have whipped it out in time to really feel how soaked your pretty cunt must be, gliding up and down his red hot length as you start to shake on top of him.

Which is perfect, really, because he doesn't think he'd be able to last much longer at this rate either. Saloon well forgotten about when he's got the prettiest girl alive on top of him, riding him so well that he's about to stain his jeans white with how your hips snap up and down his tip, unsure who the main culprit is of the growing wet spot on his bottoms is— but that's hot. Unashamedly yearning for each other as your nails dig into his chest, your thighs tightening at his sides as you pinpoint the exactly location needed to help trigger your orgasm and then—

"That's it, that's my girl—" He manages to force out before he's cumming with you, mostly due to the sight of his hoodie sleeve getting suckled on as your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sickening contrast between how fucking cute you are and that fact that you're cumming all over his nice jeans is too much to handle. After all, he's but a simple man. And when his wife starts to moan his name around the makeshift hoodie gag, he can't help but to shoot his load against his underwear. Cock throbbing under your soaked little cunt as if he were actually filling you up— God he wishes he was, hands digging into your hips as he pushes you against his spurting length to help milk the remainder of seed out.

Just for you.

And he holds you there until he's done, only releasing his grip on you once his body stops tensing and he remembers how to breathe again, a dry half laugh crawling up his throat as you continue to shake for him.

"Better than the usual date night, right?" He muses out loud, pulling you in for a tight cuddle when you join in on his breathless laughter. Hid friends can wait, at least until he's able to find your clothes again. And, a new pair of jeans for himself.

#500 event!#i like this one its nice n soft #PRAYING FOR NO MAJOR MISTAKES THIS TIME BUT WHO KNOWS LOL #sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv sebastian smut #sebastian smut #stardew valley sebastian smut

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aphrostiel · 9 months

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RB Seb

More of young Sebastian in Red Bull cuz he's my beloved <3

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sloanesallow · 4 months

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give you my wild

Nearly a decade into their marriage, Sebastian and Sloane lead a peaceful, idyllic life in a coastal cottage with their toddler-aged son, Antony. As their anniversary approaches and they have the opportunity to spend some much-needed alone time together, Sebastian wonders if it is time for their family to grow. ✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), body worship, overstimulation, dirty talk, and Sebastian's fanon breeding kink. Also domestic bliss, sharing a bath, tooth-rotting fluff and Dad!Seb. [Read on Ao3] | [Read on Wattpad]

The Sallow homestead is a quaint, modest cottage on the English coast, surrounded by rolling hills and sprawling fields as far as the eye can see. It is paradise for Sebastian and his wife, their own little slice of heaven away from the hustle and bustle of the wizarding and muggle worlds.

Wife—Sebastian’s lips turn up in a lopsided grin at the word as he thinks about how lucky he is to have Siobhan—Sloane—as his bride. Ten years now he’s known her, and for ten years they have been inseparable, blossoming from friends to lovers to soulmates to parents. Every day is a blessing, the peace hard-earned and well-deserved after the turmoil of their younger years.

The decision to settle down came only after the birth of their son, Antony. His arrival was not necessarily planned, but welcomed nonetheless, allowing the married couple to retire very early from their Ministry positions. Instead of traveling the world as a curse-breaking-healer duo, the two focus on research while raising their young tot. To Sebastian’s everlasting surprise, fatherhood comes naturally to him, and he thrives, wondering why he ever cared about notoriety when life’s greatest treasure is family—home.

Despite the isolation, their location is in close enough proximity to Nottingham, where Sloane’s father resides. A few hours by muggle means, Mr. Sloane—Grandpa Sloane—is always ready to lend a helping hand. He is the type of parental figure Sebastian always dreamed of after losing his parents, forever grateful for the older man’s patience and guidance. That, and Mr. Sloane’s willingness to care for his grandson.

Even though Antony is a quiet and well-behaved child, he gets into his fair share of messes if left alone for even a second. At nearly three, he is an avid explorer, constantly covered in dirt from the garden, running in and out of the house to show off whatever bug or amphibian he’d dug up. His interests would not be an issue if Antony wasn’t also obsessed with sticking anything and everything in his tiny mouth, as if to learn more by taste.

Maintaining intimacy while nurturing such a curious child is not an easy task, especially when Sebastian and Sloane are still so enamored with one another, even after all these years. The so-called honeymoon period has endured, a bliss neither seem interested in losing. More times than not they are interrupted by the pitter-patter of feet in the hallway, and even when they do manage to copulate, it is usually with hushed whispers and rushed movements to avoid waking their son.

There’s been even more of a dry spell as of late, between Sebastian’s research and Sloane’s travels to Hogwarts and Beauxbatons to lecture students on advancements in Herbology. Antony has been rather clingy too, insisting on sleeping between his mummy and duddy every evening.

Suffice it to say, Sebastian is eager to spend some time alone with his beloved wife. Very eager. With their wedding anniversary on the horizon, it is the perfect opportunity for Antony to stay with Grandpa Sloane in Nottingham for the weekend. His son barely mumbles a goodbye, too distracted by the barn cats and the promise of a sweet treat to notice his father apparating away.

The sun is setting by the time Sebastian returns to the seaside cottage, the chilly salt air tousling his dark hair as he makes his way up the stone pathway. Smoke billows from the chimney and he can smell the Shepard’s pie Sloane is cooking as he approaches the front door.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!”

Sloane doesn’t seem to register his return, continuing her idle humming in the kitchen. Sebastian quickly shucks his boots, hanging his cap and coat on the nearby rack before moving closer to where she’s standing in front of the largest counter, diligently kneading a large mass of dough. He watches her as he rolls up his sleeves, a content smile on his face as he wonders for the millionth time what luck or divine intervention led her to him, made her stay. There’s a nervous flutter in his gut when she peeks over her shoulder and greets him with a bright smile.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Is it possible to fall more in love every day? They’ve grown up together, matured from the fire of youthful love to the deep, abiding connection of a shared life. Well, mostly matured. That passion is still present, a burning flame ignited each time their eyes meet. Sebastian struggles to tamper it down as he closes the distance, resting his hands on her hips, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

“How was the trip?” she asks. He can feel the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing as she continues working the dough. “Is Ant alright?”

“He’s fine,” Sebastian murmurs, already distracted by his racing thoughts and the anticipation of what the evening might bring. “I think Ant loves his Daideo more than us.”

“I think Ant loves ice cream,” Sloane suggests, plopping the rolled dough into a large baking dish and setting it aside. She dusts the countertop with more flour, white specks sticking to her fingers and apron. “That’s at the top of every toddler’s hierarchy.”

Sebastian hums in response, unable to resist the urge to kiss her exposed neck. He smirks when she sucks in a sharp breath, the subtle tilt of her head inviting him to continue. Still, she squirms when he wraps his arms snug around her waist, pressing himself close and trapping her between his body and the countertop.

“Seb!” she playfully scolds as he nips the soft skin, kissing a trail up to the shell of her ear. “You can’t wait a few more hours?” she asks. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He slides one of his hands up to fondle a clothed breast. “Starved.”

“Sebastian!”

“Can you blame me?” he softly chuckles, not-so-subtly rolling his hips so she can feel how impatient he really is. “How long has it been since we’ve had the house to ourselves, hmm?”

Sloane sighs, melting under his touch. Too easy. “At least let me wash up, first. I smell like…mashed potatoes, hardly an aphrodisiac.”

“You don’t know that,” he jokes, barely pausing in his lavishing of her neck. He undoes the first few buttons on the back of her blouse so he can kiss her shoulder, too. “Sweetheart, you could be covered in troll guts, and I’d still devour you.”

Sloane’s laugh melts into a delighted moan as Sebastian continues, bunching the fabric of her skirt up until he can snake an eager hand beneath. He strokes her thigh before squeezing the flesh of her bottom, grinning at the silky feel of her underwear.

“These are new,” he comments, appreciatively.

“From my last trip to Paris,” she explains with bated breath.

“Bénis soient les français.”

He slides his fingers between her clenched thighs and groans at the warm slick he finds, the thin fabric saturated with her arousal. Slipping past the barrier, he rubs two fingers through her folds and up to circle her clit with a featherlight touch, one that makes her buck against his palm. Sloane’s head lulls even more to the side as she whimpers and rocks her hips, seeking friction.

“That,” he whispers against her ear as he slowly sinks his fingers inside her heat. She clenches around him and moans as he drags his digits back before plunging back in. “That is my favorite sound in the world, love. The sound of you falling apart under my touch.”

“I’ve been dreaming about tonight, Sloane, of having you all to myself,” Sebastian is reminded of just how long it’s been since they had the freedom to be loud, how long it’s been since she’s screamed his name in ecstasy. “Do you still want to wait?” he teases, darkly chuckling when she quickly shakes her head.

He crooks his fingers, expertly finding the sweet spot that makes her gasp and knees tremble. Sloane grips the edge of the counter as if it is the only thing anchoring her to the earth, and Sebastian presses his weight against her to keep her upright.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, lips trailing down the slope of her shoulder. “Be a good girl and come on my fingers. I want you drenched before I take you properly.”

Sloane’s core is a vice as she unravels, the back of her head resting against his shoulder as her mouth falls open in a silent scream. A surge of possessive pride courses through him—he is the only man who can gift her this pleasure, he is the only man with the honor of seeing such vulnerability. She is still shaking when he retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweet nectar.

She slumps forward a little, breathless. “Jesus—”

Sebastian knows he’s done a good job when she gets sacrilegious. He doesn’t offer much of a respite before spinning her around, swallowing her surprised shriek of laughter with a hungry kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He effortlessly lifts her by the waist, perching her on the edge of the flour-dusted countertop. Sloane senses the urgency, humming against his lips as her hands drift from his messy hair down to the clasps of his trousers. He leans away for a gulp of air and to watch as she tugs at the fabric, bunching up his shirt and pushing his pants down just enough to expose his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses as soon as her delicate fingers wrap around him, the softness of her palm threatening to make him come right then. He blinks hard—he won’t last, but they have all evening, all weekend, to be slow. Right now, he’s desperate, needy for the feel of her cunt around his throbbing shaft. Her name comes out as a deep grumble, “Sloane.”

When he snaps his eyes open, her stormy gaze is already locked with his, pupils blown and expression just as wild as his. Sebastian doesn’t mean to be so rough when he yanks her hips to the edge of the counter, but her breathy laughter and sound of approval as she falls back is enough encouragement to spur him on. He bunches her dress up again, scooping her legs up so her ankles rest on the width of his shoulders.

With one hand he grips himself, pumping his length with a few strokes as he presses against the crux of her thighs. He pulls the soiled band of her panties to the side and drags the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance. If it were any other time, Sebastian might tease her more, edge both of their pleasure until it is too much to bear. But he is already hanging by a thread, the friction of silk and the tight, velvet heat of her encompassing him, welcoming him home.

He grips her thighs tight, pulling her closer as he slides halfway before snapping his hips forward to fill her completely. Sloane’s sharp gasp morphs into a deep moan and he repeats the motion over and over again. The recoil of his frenzied pace rattles through her body and she grips the edge of the counter, knuckles white as the flour that dusts the air and their bodies.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and slapping flesh, names murmured between pleading whimpers and desperate moans. Sebastian is unyielding, transfixed by the sight of his wife spread out beneath him, so beautifully undone as the pleasure he gives pushes her ever closer towards another release. As glorious as the image is, he can’t wait to shed their clothes and have his way with her more thoroughly, to worship every inch of her skin with his tongue and hands until she’s a writhing mess, begging for more.

He can feel the tight coil of his own release winding in his gut, his movements erratic as he pushes them both over the edge. With one hand braced on the countertop, he leans forward, almost folding her petite body in half as he loses the tempo and ruts against her like the uncaged animal he is. Sloane grips his forearm, nails biting into his flesh as her inner walls flutter and her body seizes. She cries out in blissful agony, and Sebastian echoes the mind-blowing sentiment, collapsing against her after spilling himself deep.

When there’s enough energy for their eyes to meet, they share a knowing grin—the night has only just begun.

After taking some time to satisfy their more practical hunger, the two eventually make their way to the bath, leaving the kitchen a mess to be cleaned up in the morning…or perhaps the morning after that. If Sebastian has it his way, they aren’t going to be leaving the bedroom any time soon.

For now, however, the two lay comfortably in the large, claw-footed bathtub of their ensuite, the heated water relaxing their aching muscles and washing the day away. Sebastian rests his head back against the porcelain rim, eyes closed as the steam soothes his body and soul. Sloane is settled against him, her back flush with his chest, their arms resting across her waist beneath the bubbly surface.

Silence used to be unnerving until he met her, learning that two people could simply exist. Sloane is the only person who understands him without the need for words, interpreting his moods and emotions with a simple glance or touch. To think only ten years have passed when it already feels like a lifetime—he hopes the love between them lasts for an eternity.

She lets out a contented sigh, her pinned up hair tickling his chin as she adjusts. He peeks open an eye, letting out his own cozy hum. His words are heavy and mumbled against her temple, “dun wunna get out.”

“Me either,” she whispers with a breathy chuckle. “Are we losing our youthful energy?”

“I certainly hope not,” Sebastian huffs, tightening his hold around her. He and Sloane have always had a very active sex life—fervent, wild passion, unable to keep their hands off one another. “The day I can’t pleasure you with my body is the day you take me to St. Mungos to be put out of my misery.”

“So, in ten years?”

Sebastian pinches her thigh in response to her tease, causing her to yelp and squirm with laughter. “At least we’ll have more privacy by then, to experience embarrassing sex injuries without traumatizing our son.”

“Ant will be off to Hogwarts, and we’ll have an empty house.”

He smiles at the shared assumption Antony will inherit magic. It’s not always a forgone conclusion with wizarding parents, but he doubts their inquisitive son is a squib. Another thought crosses his mind, and he shifts to sit up a little, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Would we really be on our own?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” Sloane is momentarily puzzled. “Oh, well…I suppose father will still visit, though as he gets older it’ll be best if we go to him—”

Sebastian traces his fingers across her abdomen until his palm is flush against her skin. “I’m not talking about Daideo.”

Judging by her soft inhale, she realizes her husband’s meaning. The thought of growing their little family has been tickling at the edges of his mind, the idea of Sloane growing round with another child and glowing with maternal beauty—it is a vision that makes his heart swell and his loins ache with excitement.

“You know…” he drawls out his words, carefully pressing his lips against her damp skin. “I always thought we’d have more. A whole brood to envy the Weasley’s. Mornings filled with the patter of tiny footsteps and laughter…a house full of so much love.”

She doesn’t respond at first, her body somewhat tense beneath his touch. He glances up at her profile to see a hesitation in her expression he didn’t expect. As long as he knew Sloane, he thought she wanted the same—a large family to call their own. Had something changed?

“You don’t—”

“I do,” she quickly affirms, turning sideways in his embrace to look at him. “Perhaps I’ve been selfish in wanting to keep things the way they are. We’ve been so blessed with Ant…a part of me is…a little scared of changing that.”

Sebastian’s gaze softens and he dips his face closer to kiss her mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he whispers, smiling against her lips. “I’m scared too. What if…our baby is a dark wizard, or worse, a Gryffindor?”

“Be serious!” she chides through her snickering, playfully smacking his chest.

“I am!” Sebastian is equally amused, snatching her hand to lace their fingers together. She studies him, as if trying to determine how sincere he is about expanding their family. He brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles, the cold metal of her wedding band against his lips. “I want another child, Siobhan.”

The silver flecks in her storm-colored eyes shimmer as Sloane realizes immediately this isn’t some flippant suggestion, but a genuine choice, a heartfelt desire for their future. He studies her face, watching as she thickly swallows and slowly exhales, processing his words. The corner of her lip twitches as her cheeks flush with a brighter shade of pink, and not from the steam.

Sebastian takes that as a good sign.

“Even if I were to agree,” she eventually replies, not quite conceding to the idea, even as she bites back a smile. “It wouldn’t happen as soon as you say. I’d have to stop taking my contraceptives, not to mention the herbal tea you think smells like feet.”

“Because it does smell like feet,” he mutters, leaning forward to pick up the slow trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. “Doesn’t mean we can’t…practice in the meantime.”

His grin widens into something wicked as he thinks to himself; “aren’t those the same precautionary potions you were taking when you fell pregnant with Antony?”

“That’s…beside the point.”

“Is it?” he hums. “That just means…well, I managed to beat the odds before, so who says I can’t do it again?”

Before Sloane can respond, Sebastian is lifting her from the tub as he stands, the soapy water splashing over the edge and onto the oakwood floor. She clings to him, a surprised shriek quickly turning into laughter as he carries her from the bathroom to their marital bed. He places her carefully across the fluffy duvet, her blonde hair spreading out across the pillows like a golden halo.

He covers her body with his own, hips slotted between her legs as he kisses her, their breaths hitching as his arousal presses against her belly. The levity fades as Sebastian’s hands smooth over her body, slow caresses pulling little sighs from her lips. It’s a struggle to hold back from ravishing her like he did before, his movements measured as he places kisses across her chest, balancing his weight on one arm so he can cup a breast in his hand.

Sloane arches into the sensation, her craned back as his lips wrap around a nipple, sucking it into a pebbled peak. He repeats the action with her other breast, spurred on by her labored breath and tiny moans. Her skin is still rosy from the heat of the bath, flecked with droplets of water that he laps up on his slow descent to the apex of her thighs. Sebastian spreads her a little wider, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as he settles before her bared sex.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin. He glances up to lock onto her gaze. “The mother of our child—our children.”

Sloane’s only response is a strangled moan as he drags his tongue along the seam of her folds, licking up from her entrance to her clit. He wraps his lips around the bud, alternating between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue. Her hips twitch up against Sebastian as he expertly coaxes out her pleasure, quickly bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath hitches again as he moves one hand to assist, spreading her arousal with his tongue before plunging two fingers past her slick petals. Her core clenches and flutters around his invading fingers, a sharp whimper escaping her throat with each thrust and curl within her core.

“Right—right there,” she rasps, her words dissolving into another shaky moan as he strokes deep, fingertips rubbing against the spongy spot within her that sparks a tidal wave. Sloane trembles, hands snapping to clasp at Sebastian’s hair as her body tenses. “Ahh—Seb—Sebastian!”

He lets out an appreciative groan against her, lapping up her sweet release like a man starved. He’s consumed, rocking his hips against the sheets to give his aching cock some temporary relief. The exquisite sight of Sloane writing under his touch is something he’ll never tire of. Sebastian keeps his fingers wedged inside of her, gently coaxing her through the sensations as her walls flutter with the aftershocks of her climax.

“Mmm…” Sloane sighs as he gradually pulls away, giving her sensitive folds one last pass with his tongue before kissing her quivering thighs. He eventually pushes himself so he’s kneeling before her, one hand caressing her leg while he strokes his length with the other.

“Sloane,” her name comes out as a husky sound, a plea and a question all in one. He lowers himself, teasing the tip of cock against her, ready to plunge into her depths. “I need you to say it. Tell me you want—” he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, prodding against her entrance. “Tell me you want another child with me.”

“Yes,” she pants, eyes wide as she stares up at him. Sloane reaches for him and begins to loop her legs up around his waist, guiding him to her heat. She manages a reply between gulping gasps. “Sebastian, yes. I want—I need you to—” a moan interrupts her train of thought, and she presses her hips up, needy as ever for him to take her. “Mmm…please, please—f—fuck—a baby into me…”

Not expecting such filthy words from his wife’s mouth, something wild takes a hold of Sebastian’s mind. He lets out a gruff sound, something between a deep growl and rumbling moan.

“Roll over,” he grunts, not bothering to wait before leaning back on his knees to help flip her onto her stomach. Sloane lets out a surprised squeak as he yanks her up by the waist so she’s on her hands and knees.

He traces over each knob of her spine with his thumbs, squeezing the flesh of her arse as he widens his stance behind her, spreading her legs further apart with his own. She pushes back against him, seeking his touch where she needs it most.

“Please,” she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at him with a half-lidded gaze.

Sebastian struggles to maintain his composure, steadying himself as unfiltered desire spills from her lips. Her plea, laced with the promise of creating new life, stokes the fire within him into a blazing inferno. With a less than gentle grip on her hips, he positions himself once more, pushing the crown of him just past her entrance before pulling her back to fill her in one powerful stroke.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, the hot stretch of her around his girth wiping his brain of any coherent thought. All that is left is the primal need to claim what is already his, mark Sloane from the inside and plant his seed deep within her fertile ground. It’s an overwhelming feeling, all encompassing, and one that surges through him with every thrust.

At first his movements are slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the lewd sight of his cock pulling out of her before driving back in. But it doesn’t take long before Sebastian picks up the pace, his pelvis slapping against her thighs as she rocks back to meet him. Every sound that escapes Sloane’s mouth is pure sin—sweet, high-pitched cries intermixed with the most ragged moans he’s ever heard.

He can feel the tension of her body as it responds to his unrelenting force, his rhythm faltering as her core clenches tightly around him. Sloane’s orgasm shakes through her entire body, her limbs spasming as she cries out, her back a beautiful arch. Sebastian control frays at the edges and he spirals, falling over the edge after her with one last surge of his hips. With a loud, guttural roar, he comes, the intensity of his release blurring his vison.

Sloane’s arms wobble until her front half collapses onto the mattress. Sebastian keeps her propped up as he gasps for breath, clutching her waist and hips as his cock continues to twitch inside her. The overstimulation causes her to shiver, and she whines into the pillow as he lets out a litany of curses and incoherent praise.

When he finally, painstakingly pulls away, his eyes snap down to the pearlescent evidence of his release trickling out of her and staining her thighs. By some miracle, Sebastian is able to stay upright, swaying a little as he rests on his heels and tries to blink the haze from his vision. Sloane slumps and he catches her boneless form, easing her down against the sheets where she practically melts with a sated sigh.

As soon as she is splayed out on her back again, Sebastian collapses across her petite form, barely keeping his weight from suffocating her as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the aroma of her sweat-slick skin. Her arms lazily encircle his neck, and he grins as a raspy laugh falls from her lips.

“Oh my God,” she softly exclaims, her hands smoothing across his shoulders, one threading through the hair at the back of his neck. “What was that?”

“Dunno,” is all he can say with equally breathless amusement.

Perhaps of his own volition, or because he’s still burning with a longing to see her fat with his child, he lowers his groin down to drag against her mons. They both hiss at the contact, Sloane’s nails biting into his skin. Sebastian lifts himself up just enough so he can glance down between their bodies.

“Is it too much?” he whispers, wondering if he’d even be able to stop if she says it is.

But Sloane shakes her head and arches against him, silently pleading for more, as if she is also being driven by some unseen force. He shifts his balance, lifting one of her legs to slip around his waist before guiding himself back to her awaiting centre. It might be his imagination, but he can almost feel his cock pushing his come back into the depths of her channel. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip until the taste of copper hits his tongue.

He stays close, their chests pressed against each other as he rolls his hips, keeping a languid pace for both their sakes. Sloane sighs, hitching her other leg up to ensure he strokes deep, and rests her head against his as he pants against her shoulder.

“I love you,” she declares, and it doesn’t matter that it’s the thousandth time she’s said it, the words encompass Sebastian in a warmth he never wants to leave.

He finds the strength to lift his head so their lips can crash together, matching the fervor below. He reaches to grab one of her arms, interlocking their fingers before pressing her hand into the mattress near her their heads. “I love you.”

Sebastian slips his other hand under her and lifts her hips, supporting her lower back as he grinds down, straining to keep himself balanced so he doesn’t crush her. It’s a gradual build this time, but the lingering sensitivity brings about their shared climax much sooner. Sloane’s breath hitches and her thighs tighten around his waist, her barely audible whimper preceding more whispered declarations of love. He spills again with a strained grunt and remains nestled against her as they gradually float down from a kind of bliss they write stories about.

Sebastian could drown in the storm of her eyes and the way she looks at him with all the affection in the world. He slides his hand across her waist to splay his fingers across her belly, the two sharing a quiet, knowing look. Realistically, he knew it was unlikely anything would come from their union—unions—this anniversary weekend. But that didn’t mean Sebastian couldn’t hope or pray that he and Sloane would be blessed with a child once again.

Little does he know.

Five years later

“Pancakes!”

“Oatmeal!”

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Sebastian flicks his gaze from one child to the next, feeling a little more than frazzled as his twin boys argued, Cailean and Finlay debating as fiercely as any four-year-olds can. Their shouting turns into menacing glares, prompting Sebastian to glance at his eldest who was sitting at the table watching his siblings with an annoyed expression.

“What do you want, Ant?”

“To be excused,” the eight-year-old mumbles in reply.

Sebastian frowns, still unsure of how to deal with Antony’s sullen mood-swings. He looks at his youngest, Ewan, who was sitting in the highchair with a cheeky, toothless grin. At least he hasn't started talking in complete sentences—yet.

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Cailean and Finlay start shouting again, this time chasing one another around the kitchen, prompting Ewan to erupt into a fit of giggles. Antony rolls his eyes and shakes his head, letting out an exasperated sigh that sounds well beyond his young years.

Sebastian never thought in a million years that at the age of thirty he would have four sons, his genetics wreaking havoc on his peaceful life and blessing him with nearly identical copies of himself. With the exception of the twin’s blonde locks and Ewan’s grey eyes, most days it feels like he is surrounded by children under the guise of Polyjuice. And they don't just look like him, either. They all have some aspect of his wild personality, making him mumble apologies to the afterlife—was he this much of a handful for his mother and father?

Maintaining his patience, Sebastian manages to stop the toddlers in their tracks, trying not to laugh at their scrunched-up faces when they attempt to protest.

“Hey now, remember we’re supposed to be quiet so mummy can sleep,” he explains in a gentle tone, thinking of his wife who has been plagued with a cold for the last few days. “Why don’t you all go outside and play—”

“NO!” the twins shout simultaneously, and Sebastian really considers he’s been cursed, the universe delivering him his karma in the form of two rambunctious offspring.

Cailean and Finlay wiggle out of their father’s grasp and attempt to run out of the kitchen, only to skid to a halt when they see their mother standing in the archway. She’s a little bleary from a restless sleep, but as beautiful as ever. The two flash sweet smiles, folding their hands behind their backs.

“Now you’ve done it,” Antony mutters, scooting his chair up to stand. He plucks Ewan from the highchair, the babe reaching out to squish his older brother’s cheeks. They exit through the nearby door to the garden.

Sloane tilts her head as she observes the remaining two, who are trying their best to appear innocent. She tuts, shaking her head. “You heard your father.”

They are out of the house as if they’ve apparated, dashing through the kitchen door. “Yes, mother!”

With all four children outside, Sebastian sighs, welcoming Sloane’s embrace as she comes to stand next to him. He greets her with a soft peck, “sorry if we woke you.”

“It’s alright,” she says softly, plucking a stuck piece of parchment from his back that reads, dummy. Sloane stifles her laughter as Sebastian groans. “I’m saving this for later.”

He smirks, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rests his chin on her shoulder, the two glancing out the kitchen window to watch their children play. Antony is sitting in the grass with Ewan in his lap, chatting to his babbling baby brother about the plants and flowers that surround them as Cailean and Finlay run themselves ragged, screaming incoherent, toddler obscenities.

As hectic as the days are, Sebastian enjoys his life as a busy father and husband, finding comfort in the chaos. He kisses Sloane’s cheek, smiling against her skin. “I love you.”

She tilts her head back to look up at him and he raises a curious eyebrow at her devious expression. He nervously chuckles, “what is it?”

Sloane grins.

“I’m pregnant.”

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfic #domestic fluff #fanfic

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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seb my beloved!!! i hope youve had a good week ilysm!!

currently thinking about dilf jake and when his grey hair starts to come in. he’d be a little insecure about it first because he thinks he’s not old enough for grey hair but when he sees your reaction, he embraces it immediately. 😌😌

shelby my beloved!!!! thank you so much!!! it’s been busy, but okay!! i’m hope you’ve had a good week too?? ilysm!! <33

rubs hands together!! dilf jake and a lil bit of salt and pepper!! please!!

you can hear jake groan and curse quietly to himself in your en-suite. you’ve just put down your two year old for the night and you’re ready to slink into bed with your gorgeous husband.

you come into the bathroom and wrap your arms around his torso and peak out from behind his back. jake’s busying himself with his hands in his hair, parting it and moving it around to get a good look.

“you okay?” you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his back under his shoulder blade.

“i’ve got more and more grey hairs by the day.” he grumbles in defeat.

“what? come here.” you move from behind and turn him to face you. you run your hands through his hair and low and behold, you spot the collection of hairs on the side of his head, delicately resting above his ears.

jake grimaces at your focused gaze and raised eyebrows. “god, it’s a lot isn’t it?”

“and?”

“and! i’m turning into my dad twenty years before him. we’ve only had the one kid honey. what if i’m fully grey by the time you’re pregnant with the second? i’m not the young blonde you met all those years ago.”

your heart swelled at the idea of a second kid with jake, but you focused on the matter at hand. although the thought of jake’s greying stubble in between your thighs made you feel dizzy with desire.

“and?” you repeated your same words from before absolutely dumbfounded that jake would doubt even for a second how attractive he is. “jake, you know i’ve already half heartedly joke about the whole ‘dilf’ thing but i mean it. you look fucking hot with the grey hairs and i think you’ll make an even better silver fox.”

he runs his hand through his hair again and wearily looks back into the mirror. “everyone loves silver foxes and i’m the lucky wife who actually gets to fuck one.”

a small smile breaks out onto his face at your words and he turns back round to face you, hoisting you up onto his torso making you squeal. “if that’s how you truly feel, how about i fuck the second kid into you now and go full grey for you?” he’s half joking but the notion makes you let out a moan.

“fuck, please jakey. i wanna run my hands through that silver hair.”

giggling!! thank you so much for this shelby!!! i could kiss ur brain!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #rhettabbotts 🦖 <33

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racingliners · 1 month

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So, in my many emotions at seeing these beautiful pieces by @aphrostiel, I ended up writing a ficlet about it (because how could I not indulge myself in writing the Seb and Schumi podium we deserved).

I may polish it up further and put it on ao3 for prosperity but I really wanted to just get it out there, I hope you like it!!

(Thank you so much to Jules for both their blessing to post this for for sharing such incredibly beautiful art!!)

Golden

The sun cast warm, golden rays in the widening breaks though the pale clouds as they walked out onto the podium together. Seb, being the young gentleman in training, suggested that Michael have his day and walk out alone. Michael, almost too overwhelmed to speak, insisted they walk out together.

They would both argue that Hockenheim looked beautiful no matter the weather, but today after a race that went from dry to pouring rain to dry again, it felt like no sight would ever come close to how the track looked right then in that moment.

Ross Brawn stood proudly on the constructors step of the podium, and was barely containing his tears as the German anthem was introduced over the tannoy. Seb couldn’t help it as he looked up at Michael, his mentor, his friend, and today probably the most fierce driver he had ever raced against, and watched as tears streaked down his face after the first few notes.

The Mercedes mechanics and engineers gathered below let out al almighty roar as Michael raised both fists triumphantly in the air at the end. There was something awfully poetic about him netting his ninety second win at Germany in a Mercedes, and the worlds press were already hard at work at their keyboards and notepads trying to figure out just how they could talk about the Red Baron’s triumphant return when no suitable adjectives really seemed to exist.

Right as the trophies were about to be presented, Michael clapped a heavy hand on Sebastian’s shoulder and beamed at him with a proud smile before fixing his winner’s cap back onto his head.

The crowd were beside themselves even before Michael was presented with the winner’s trophy – a 3D Santander logo that was painted with the colours of the German flag on in the inside but chrome silver on the outside. A fitting prize for a silver arrow. The sun glinted off the surface as the crowd and Mercedes team roared so loud it was a wonder they weren’t heard cheering for miles.

Sebastian, who still couldn’t quite believe that his childhood dream of sharing a podium with Michael had finally come true, accepted his second place trophy with a wide schoolboy grin. All he could think about was that day in Kerpen when he’d met Michael for the first time with wide eyes and a stunned smile. Seb was pretty sure that he was wearing the exact same expression on his face, and for once he didn’t care.

With the trophies presented, the dignitaries were quickly escorted off the podium and Seb let out a shaky sigh as he leaned down to grab the neck of his champagne bottle.

“Shall we get Ross first?” He asked with a cheeky smile. Michael looked at him with a familiar glint in his eye as he picked up his bottle with ease, and really he certainly was a professional in the art of spraying champagne as he popped the cork, jumped down from the top step, and ran over to Ross before the long-suffering Team principle had a chance to run away. The two men laughed as Ross was soaked through, and only when Michael was happy did he go over to the very edge of the podium platform in the hope some of the droplets of spray would reach his beloved colleagues.

Sebastian grinned as he sprayed champagne over Michael’s right side. Fernando, who had finished in third place eventually joined in and deposited the bulk of his bottle’s contents over Michael’s head.

When they piled onto the top step of the podium Seb gestured for Ross to stand between himself and Michael for the official photograph. Before he had a chance to respond Michael hooked an arm round his shoulder and pulled him in so they were stood side by side, brothers in arms complete with matching grins even if Ross still looked quite astounded with the events of the past two hours. Seb was still smiling brightly as the picture was taken, and when he took off his Pirelli cap to swap it for his Red Bull one, Michael reached over to ruffle his hair with a hearty laugh.

The crowd hadn’t relented in their cheers once, and they only hushed when Michael spoke during the podium interview. He tearfully thanked the crowd in German for all their support throughout the years – and especially since his comeback two years ago, before expressing gratitude just as heartfelt to his race engineer Bono for getting him to the end, and Mercedes head of strategy James for his cool-headed decisions that led him back to the top step of the podium once more.

He then turned to Sebastian, and looked at him with a proud smile.

“You know, I remember meeting a young kid in Kerpen many years ago, I never in my life thought I would get to race against him let alone for a race win. But we had a good fight, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed racing against someone. I hope that we can do it again sometime.” There was a warm ferocity to Michael’s smile, not in the malicious sense but the kind of a true competitor. One that would never, ever give up without leaving anything on the table.

Seb said as such when the interviewer turned to him, adding that he knew going against Michael he would have to give everything, and while he was disappointed to lose the race he would always be honoured to say that he got to battle it out on track against his hero.

“Don’t worry Seb,” Michael said with a warm pat on the shoulder when they walked off the podium and back into the cool down room, arm in arm. “You’ll get your turn next year.”

Sure enough, almost exactly twelve months later, Sebastian took to the top step on the podium at the Nürburgring. Michael, now retired, apparently doubled up as a psychic. He sent Seb a text congratulating him on his first home race win, and in the week off between the races in Germany and Hungary he greeted Sebastian with a thumbs up and a bright grin when he and Hanna happily accepted an invitation to dinner at the Schumacher home.

Sat proudly in the living room, wrapped in thin white frames, hung two pictures from that day in Hockenheim. The first was of Michael with his trophy, the second of himself and Sebastian spraying champagne wearing the brightest of smiles. Mick couldn’t help himself when he asked his father and his friend just what it was like to race each other in such difficult conditions, and both Sebastian and Michael reeled off in great technical detail exactly how everything unfolded.

Seb couldn’t help himself as he glanced at the pictures as he left, the sun now set and the sky filled with twinkling silver stars, and he felt nothing but pride as he knew he would carry that day in his heart for the rest of his life.

#my writing #f1 fanfic #I am feeling many many emotions in the chillis tonight #I may have gone too self indulgent and put one too many feelings in it but I did have a fun time writing it #sorry for any grammar and spelling errors writing this made me a bit weepy

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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You said you’re in the mood for seb, so how about meeting seb while he’s at rbr? 😭 rbr seb just hits so differently

RBR Seb my beloved <3333 if you follow my main, you know that's my all time fav seb era

so you’re working at red bull as a press officer when seb joins the team, all but 21 years old and basically a rookie at that

he was happy; young and carefree. he drove with his heart and soul, putting his everything into the drive with the payoff to show for it in the end

win after win, seb climbed his way up the ranks. everyone, including you, were so proud -- not only of the team but of seb

you were his press officer specifically, you two were on friendly terms

seb seemed to pick you out at every podium, even with the sea of blue that kept getting bigger every race

it wasn’t until Abu Dhabi of 2010 that Sebastian really pushed himself to make a move

at this point, you had known him for little over two years, you two developed a close friendship, so close that you were basically attached at the hip when he wasn’t in the car.

wherever seb was, you weren't far off or vice versa

you went through it all with him; the highs and the lows, you were beside him for all of it.

he had just become the youngest driver to ever become a world champion.

everyone was on a high, the champagne flowing like water and the tears running down everyones’ faces as you all watch your star driver up on the podium

your heart was so full, it skipped a beat when seb looks down at you, flashing you a smile and tipping his bottle in your direction

of course, there's huge party from the podium back to the garage and to the actual after party; the next week was spent partying and celebrating the win.

seb was on cloud nine; his confidence at an all time high when he finds you during the afterparty

you hug him, congratulating him for the millionth time since you saw him on the podium

your bodies sticky, everyone covered in champagne and sweat

his arm slung over your shoulder, a bottle of champagne in the other hand. “Want some?” he shouts over the music and noise of the room

you nod, seb’s hand moves from your shoulder to hold your jaw and push your head back before pouring it into your mouth.

the gold liquid dribbling down your chin, his finger wiping it away before sucking it off his finger. you watch him, your head tilted in awh

he’s s handsome -- you had always known but something about tonight specifically, he had a different glow to him that made him ten times more attractive

sure, seb was funny, and sweet and flirty -- he loved to flirt with you but you never took him seriously

you were so lost in thought, it took you a second to catch yourself when seb kisses you

that night you found yourself in the world champion’s bed

the two of you had returned to the hotel at a little past 6 in the morning, the club finally kicking you all out and you two were drunk and giggling, holding onto each other and trying not to pull each others’ clothes off in the middle of the hallway

you’re up against the door, making out with seb like teenagers for a good few minutes before you two stumble into the room.

clothes tossed everywhere, tangled in the sheets until the late afternoon

lips all over each other, hands roaming your bodies as you loved on each other

2 years worth of stolen glances, side hugs and sexual tension put into those few hours.

you found yourself falling in love more and more by the minutes

and though you didn’t know at the time, seb felt the same way

after that night, he whisked you off with him for the winter break

you two found yourself in a whirlwind romance for the next season; stolen kisses, sneaky looks, passing touches, tangled in the sheets of every hotel across the globe

seb decided to be the bold one and announce your relationship

you two didn’t put a label on it but half way thorough the season, seb walks down from the podium, straight to the crowd

he picks you out through everyone and kisses you in front of the thousands of people and cameras

#this was not smutty at all sorry #I got wrapped up #I love him soooo much #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel smut #favs <3 #rbr seb

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agentofchaos001 · 4 months

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It’s been 24 hours approximately since Charles’ contract announcement was made, and to be quite frank, I’m happy for him really, but I do have some concerns, because it’s Ferrari and from what I’ve seen in my limited knowledge as an F1 fan, Ferrari can’t be trusted.

From watching old season’s races, to watching Drive to Survive, and reading a lot into the whole situation, Ferrari are the sort of team that would put the expectations, yet they somehow find a way to fuck up.

Yes, I understand that the team has changed in the past 15 years multiple times, with the team principal changing and Ferrari getting Fred specifically for Charles, but let’s all look back at something very simple and very small. Ferrari never learn.

We’ve seen it with some of the big names, Fernando was a champion contender to the last race in 2010, but in a way, Ferrari fucked him over. Seb was fresh if 4 consecutive titles, and went to Ferrari because of the issues at Red Bull, hoping to be victor again with them, and he had the chance to be a world champion with them, but again, Ferrari fucked him over. Then after giving them hope, after being the first title contender since Alonso, they decided to fire him, and sign Sainz. Kimi was the only exception of him being their only champion since Schumacher, and even his title has controversy around it, and when he came back in his second stint, they fucked their last champion over, again. Why? Because it’s Ferrari and they never learn!

Ferrari runs high in politics, that is something that is very VERY well known. They are also in some sort of daydream if them being the best because of their history, and while yes, history does play a major part in Formula 1, the teams that are currently successful and have been fir the past few years, it is the “young” teams, the teams that are focused on now, rather than back in the day, with Mercedes who were founded as Mercedes in 2010 as Mercedes that we know today, and Red Bull who were founded in 2005, with no prior history, an energy drink company breaking records left and right over prestigious car constructors from around the world.

And as Horner said in a podcast episode (if i remember correctly it was Eff Won) he clearly said that Ferrari’s main problem is that they really a country team, not a motorsport team now. They’re so focused on being that Italian historical team, rather that being a true competitor. And while yes, 2024 will show us what will happen, I’m still on the look for them, because they have now one of the best drivers on the grid committed to them, for fucks sake he bleeds Ferrari, and we all can bet that there is an exit clause that is very VERY prominent in that contract, because Charles wants to win, ideally with Ferrari, but ultimately he wants to win. And if Ferrari can’t provide him that, you can bet that other teams (Red Bull I’m staring at you my beloved team) are going to work hard on snatching him. And let’s all be real for a minute, if Horner likes a driver, and believes in them, you can bet your money that whenever the slightest of chance appears, he will snatch it with everything, and Christian believes in Charles in a way that I’ve only seen with Max, so you can put two and two together and wait. Let’s see what 2024 will bring for Ferrari’s predestined

#lestappen gate 2023 #lestappen gate #lestappen gate 2024 #RBR I’m looking at you #Ferrari what will you do #a delulu Reb Bull fan who is thinking way too much for her own health rn

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sebscore · 11 months

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sorry that i am bring very active but. i cannot help but think seb becoming gzd mentor kind of as an act of devotion. i mean he had personal understanding what he was signing up for and knew how much it means. i had this cute idea that seb would occasionally send gzd postcards when she was younger from where he was racing in, of course filled with positivity and words of encouragement(her keeping every single one of them and still has them in a box). and our beloved gzd now doing it back to him now that he is retired. very soft yes. this duo will always remind me of those web weavings about love and caring for one another,

they are:

-"it's rotten work." "not to me. not if it is you"

-"it'd take hours to explain," i said. "i'd listen to you for hours" he said.

-"you can say anything and i will not abandon you"

-"i will soothe you and heal you, i will bring ypu roses, i too have been covered with thorns"

coded.

it's no suprise that they are a fan favourite duo, it is a story full of love that still shines just as bright, or if not brighter to this day. i cannot get over the fact he will always look after her, no matter how far apart or how long it has been, he will be there for her. i mean isn't this what everyone want whether platonically or romatically, someone who sees us at million different ways and still continuosly chooses to love us? the sort where ypu can lay all the good and the bad at their kitchen table and they eill make you tea and try to help you in their best ablities? oh my these two have captured my soul

sorry for the long ask! i just needed to get this out of my chest!

-💌

girlie pop… WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME CRY 🤧🤧🤧🤧 I like to think he wanted to be for someone what michael was for him, and seeing a young girl beating older boys… I think it just clicked for him! 🥹💗 I actually have a WIP about the first time they met 🤭 and you might have just given me the encouragement to continue that fic so thank you for that, darling! 🫶🏻

but yeah, this is so beautiful omg 🥹 I can’t tell you enough how happy this message makes me and you must have put some time into this! 🙃

seb will always keep an eye out for her even though she doesn’t need his help anymore 🙁 and the postcard thing is just too cute! 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓💔💔💔💔💔 I love them so much!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

#tgd #💌 :: anon

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hungriestheidi · 1 year

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hello beloved goose! i am here to talk to you about none other than sebchal. concussion by girlhouse to me is one of the sebchal songs. so while i’m not necessarily offering you a fic title i am offering you a fic song (particularly the line “you did surgery on my mind i think about you all the time”) :)

HELLO SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!! As per usual, this got out of hand.

You know how Charles is likely around 16-17 when he first meet Seb face to face? And he's young, naive, impressionable and Seb is driving the Ferrari he dreams of, cruising through the circuits around the world in red just like he wants to do, and he's got this charming smile and he makes jokes and it looks like he flirts with everyone he comes across? What is that if not a crush that Charles has not learned to identify? Because hero worship he can accept, but being in love with your hero? That's another thing.

And Charles is 20 and driving for Sauber and 21 and being skyrocketed into a Ferrari seat next to Seb and he's a kid in many ways but also an adult in the way he now knows grief and heartbreak, and the kid in his soul is still seeking for someone to impress, to compete with, to be friends with. And there is Seb who makes jokes and compliments him and when they are not filming a PR video still does the same. And Charles has seen the pictures, how he looks at Seb and how much of that time looking at him happens when Seb is looking away. And it's cheesy and he's being dumb but he cannot avoid it. Seb is a constant thought anywhere but inside the car, when it's just him and the strips of tarmac he has to conquer.

It the off days it's getting to the point when he can only tune the thoughts of Seb away when he's on the simulator or playing games with his friends. And his friends know, how could they not, Charles' got the gaze of a baby deer whenever Seb is in the vicinity.

Seb is careless with his interactions, at least that's how it looks like for Charles who has to live with blushing cheeks and ducking his head to hide his smile after Seb does anything. Like making fun of his music choice or telling him he has pretty eyes in German, or when Seb actually buys him a pair of shoes when Charles was sure it was just a throwaway joke for a PR video.

It takes for them to crash in Interlagos for Charles to not seek Seb after the race, to debrief and to talk, when the roles swap and the knock on his door comes from Seb and Seb is sitting on his driver's room half thinking of apologizing, half expecting an apology. When neither part is fulfilled he just looks at Charles for a long moment before sighing and saying "what have you done to me?" And it's... weird because what is he talking about? Seb obliges even when Charles asks nothing outloud, keeps talking, "I can't stop thinking about you."

If they kiss in a driver's room, that is no one's business but their own. If they don't talk about it again until Seb is announced to leave Ferrari, that's also no one else's business.

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Thanks for sending this ask now I'm spiralling in the brainrot HAHA 🫶💕

#logan tag!#sebchal #myfic #fic asks #im not saying im insane about them but yes

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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You are the one that got away. Jake was deployed away from Texas and you moved off to school. He still kept a photo to of you in his locker and had the letters you sent him when he was deployed overseas. Communication eventually died out but he still felt the itch to text you whenever he saw something that reminded him of you or ordered your favorite beer. Jake was at the Hard Deck with Phoenix and Coyote watching the fresh batch of new recruits Menander around the bar. He nearly choked as he saw the familiar last name pinned to a strikingly familiar young man’s chest. your brother. All grown up, In uniform, not the 8 year old he’d play football with in the front yard. The boy saw him and his eyes widened and he immediately left his friends and made his way over to the older group. Phoenix and Coyote eyed him with confusion but Jake just stood up and pulled him to a hug.

“ You know she’s still waiting for you Jake”

-🥊

I send this with many smooches for you and I hope you have a wonderful wonderful weekend my dear seb 💖💕🥰

OH NO OUCHIE LETS GO

jake and your brother spoke all night. they both didn’t pay any mind to the people they had come with. jake was eagerly asking him every question he could about you, twirling his beer bottle in his hand and raising his eyebrows with a smile when your brother told you how much you had achieved in all these years after going to college.

“god, i wish i could tell her how proud i’m of her. she always wanted to do that.” he took a swig of his beer. jake had admitted defeat of ever getting back into contact with you again, but declaring it still didn’t hurt. your brother nudged him in his ribs, “tell her tomorrow. she’s coming down to help me settle in before shit hits the fan.”

jake blinked and parted his lips. he wanted to say something, anything. he was over the moon at the fact you were coming to fightertown but the nerves scratched the back of his throat. “s- she is?” he stumbled over his words and coughed to get rid of the scratch. your brother placed his hand on jake’s shoulder and squeezed it. “i told you. she’s still waiting for you, jake. don’t let it go this time.”

the night ended and jake sat in his truck thumbing over the keyboard on his phone, typing out a sentence before deleting it and re-starting. he did this five times over until he settled on a simple text, thumb hovering over the send button. he inhaled deeply and then let out a shaky breath after he pressed the unforgiving button.

you were waiting by the airport gate and felt your phone buzz. assuming it would be your brother confirming the timings for tomorrow. you felt the wind sweep out from under your feet when you saw “jake x” light up your screen with the simplest of texts, but yet it still made your heart soar and feel like you had a million and one butterflies in your stomach.

thank you so so much for this my beloved birdie!!! 💌 i absolutely adore your little drabbles that you send me and i’m so grateful that you do!! 💖🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x you #jake hangman x you #🥊 anon #sandbarbirdie

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rosyjuly · 1 year

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Power walking into your asks huffing and puffing out of breath mopping my brow could I ask for… thoughts on spoils of war… the most beloved universe of all time…

Perhaps… some insight on mark and seb’s time as blood brothers? Were they inseparable and true and feared on the battlefield?

Perhaps… some clues as to what Toto has in store for Mick when he calls Mick to him at the end of part 2?

Perhaps… some hint on Seb’s alliance with Maurizio? (Seb X Tp agenda rise—I am taken away)

Perhaps… any backstory you’d like to give about the other knights of Toto? (Kekekeke knights of the round table—I am taken away a 2nd time)

Anything you’re willing to share about this universe I will gobble up like a starving person

athy!!! thank you. this got long so i'm putting it under a read more.

mark and seb: i think mark thinks seb is unrealistically young when he’s knighted, and when he learns they’ll be in the same regimen, he hates it. he fought along seb once a few years back and seb was taking too big risks and took on more than he could chew, injuring mark’s horse and his own in the fight. but seb spent a few years under schumacher’s wings, so. maybe that helped.

quickly it turns out that seb has matured, that he wields his sword masterfully now, that his eye for strategy has only sharpened. mark begins to respect him. anyway there’s some horrible rain where half the tents end up flooded and seb is sopping wet but still somehow laughing about it. mark tells him to get his sorry ass into his own tent and lends him some dry clothes and the spare bedspread. but seb is still shivering and mark can’t sleep because of his teeth clattering, so he drags seb closer and SPOONS HIM. except seb can’t stay still and soon mark is trying to shift away so his dick isn’t poking seb in the small of his back, but seb really, really doesn’t mind. anyway you remember that line that’s like, Sebastian would try to kiss him if they were alone, would risk Mick shoving his face away because for some, taking a man is different than kissing him. WELL! there’s a reason why seb knows that so well!!!!

toto & mick: i think toto genuinely likes mick in every universe! hates that mick came back home all heartsick after toto’s rival. he tried introducing him to the fine dames of the court, but mick remained polite but uninterested. and tbh? toto WANTS him to prove that he can be rough and indifferent with sebastian. that’s what he was supposed to learn in the war, that emotions make you weak. i won’t say more because i still have hope that i’ll write ch3 for SoW and i don’t want to spoil it (lovely anon who also sent me an ask about it, this is also for you!).

seb & maurizio: so the prince-electors and the system of electing the king is based on the Holy Roman Empire’s practice. i think seb and maurizio met while michael was king and maurizio was one of his commanders. i would also like to remind you that i wrote SoW in like, six? hours so i don’t have a lot of things fleshed out lolol.

other knights: lewis is said to be toto’s right hand, the trusted one to defeat maurizio on the borders… nico and him were commanders at the same time, but there was too much tension that demoralized the regimens, so toto had them duel for it, and eventually nico “decided” to take a seat on the council instead. he resents both lewis and secretly also toto for this. also george and alex grew up together and are iN LOVE and the first time they do anything is in the chambers as mick fucks seb, because everyone around them is hooking up.

#spoils of war #:)))#rosy.ask

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jaeclerc · 11 months

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I've just read the kingsman au you posted here and i scream to my teddy bear. It's so perfect!! I could imagine along when i was reading and I love every detail you put there. Ofc, I'd be honoured if I have a chance to read some more 🥺

And if my broken instinct is correct, at the end of the day, the relationship between Lancelot and Percival here is platonic no more? Ohhhhh 👀

hmmmm i don’t know, is it? was it ever?

but thank you so much 😭😭 every single time someone asks me about my aus it makes me so happy and genuinely motivates me to write more and more about our beloved Lancelot and Percival!

charles thought honeymoons were supposed to be relaxing and fun. getting day drunk with his beloved and having sleepy slow sex after a afternoon nap in the sun that was pooling through their curtains, casting charles’ husband in the most beautiful light that had charles rolling on top of him and taking him down his throat like he was a man starved.

and for maybe the first two days, charles got to relax, he got to sunbathe and get tanned. he got to have as much as sex as he wanted and wake up wrapped in the sheets with the man he loved most. until sebastian’s laptop pinged that someone involved in the outskirts of the mission he was on was nearby and suddenly, charles lost his husband to their work again.

to say that he was utterly unimpressed was an understatement, but when seb hit him with those blue eyes and a knowing grimace, charles rolled his eyes and let him do whatever he needed. sebastian had promised him he would only gather whatever he needed for his case and then would put his laptop away and spend the rest of their three weeks with him.

it had been three days of that, sebastian mining information and gathering intel while charles explored costa rica on his own. he couldn’t even peel sebastian away from his duty to go down and get brunch with him, and it was seriously becoming a problem for charles. his own husband leaving him alone on their vacation for his first love: work.

by the fourth day, charles was pulling out the stops, straddling sebastian in only his button down and tight boxers, tanned thighs on display around sebastian’s hips. he purred in sebastian’s ear about how he wanted him, and then pouted as seb wrapped his arms around him, pressed a kiss to under his ear and said “later.” before unwrapping one arm from his waist and going back to typing with one hand, the other holding charles there loosely. but it didn’t matter he was fucking annoyed and just pulled sebastian’s arm from around him and went to jerk off in the shower.

by the fifth day, he was laid on the lounger by the pool as sebastian worked through the day (again), sipping his tequila sunrise and whining on his encrypted line to max about how seb was too wrapped up in work to even pay attention to him and do what newly married couples do: have copious amounts of sex and annoy everyone with how in love they are.

by the sixth day, charles was rearing up to pick a fight with sebastian over how he couldn’t put work down for three fucking weeks to spend time with him. he was actually getting insecure, it was weighing on him. was he too boring for sebastian? too needy? he knew he could be a bit much, and in the worst, a total brat to sebastian. but sebastian proposed to him, soothed his fears about being too young and naive and stupid. seb was the one to approve both their leaves, to make sure they had enough time.

but when he got back to the room, cheeks hot with fury at sebastian’s gall to spend their whole honeymoon working and doing exactly what they could do in london, in monte carlo, in berlin, sebastian was waiting for him with a dinner spread and a look of repentance in his face, guilt seeping out of every pore.

he looked like a kicked dog as charles power walks in, his mouth already forming the words he was about to say when he stops in his tracks and takes in his husband, smiling sheepishly and then the dinner he set out for him.

charles ended up eating the dinner and getting the world’s best sorry blow job he’d ever received. and seb had given him many over the four years they’d been together.

on the seventh day, charles peaked over his mimosa at sebastian with a smile on his lips and a fresh mark sucked beneath his ear like they were teenagers.

when they returned from their honeymoon, back in their bespoke suits, with charles positively glowing from his beautiful tan and sebastian nursing a peeling sunburn on his ass from a private beach romp, cringing every time he sat down, he had his case nearly finished. which meant he got to return home to his husband just in time to say “honey i’m home” and see his favorite pair of dimples appear.

#charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #kingsman au #oooo the lore grows 🫢

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saphushia · 1 year

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If still doing music trades, here’s some! I’m always so happy to recommend people new music and songs.

- Kakusei by Superfly

- Tell Me You Know by Good Kid

- The Detail by Delta Sleep

- Young and Restless by SIAMES

- Hieroglyphs by The Oh Hellos

- Arrow by Half•Alive

- Kororon by Eve.

- Sun Triangle by Sidney Gish

Sorry for the absolute flood of recommendations! All these songs scratch something in my brain lol and more than one are in One Piece character playlists oop.

eyyy good kid!! they have such fucking bangers- i love drifting and alchemist ^-^ and ouuuugh the detail is so good?? it's giving me some real sabo vibes omg. and ouuugh half alive beloved.... sin triangle is very fun also!!

ZERO by AAA The Devil You Know Fragments From the Decade by Death Cab for Cutie (from my sabo playlist >;3) Where We Came From by These Kids Wear Crowns (from strawhats playlist) No Distance by Morning Teleportation Made it Out Alive by Seb Adams Everything I Saw by Heavn Ram Dass Dick Picks by You, Me, And Everyone We Know

#tune trade #anonymous

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kkmeeluqq · 2 years

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bottom seb is an absolute gem 😵 bottom!seb in sebchal, beloved. will there be more ted talks in the future?

sorry for taking such a long time to answer this! @tunaanutt and i have gone through a series of sebchal seminars and I feel like it’s a good chance to explore the topic of why charles is a top & dom by analyzing some quotes and body language. tuna, a top charles defender, wrote most of this, hoping to preach her point successfully XD

"He gave me a headache here and there!"

what’s nice of having the elder one being the bottom is that with experience, seb would tolerate and forgive charles’s recklessness, fulfilling charles’s insatiable need of affection and affirmation, and telling charles everything would be alright, no need to be afraid that he would hurt him. we all know that seb’s a stubborn man but charles could be more stubborn than seb. as seb said, charles gives him headaches here and there ^^

isn’t it super yum yum to see a four-time world champion being dominated by a talented young boy?? 😭😭😭

2. Top training

so…seb is charles’s gay awakening. as my former bottom seb ted talks mentioned before, seb is a skillful bottom and has quite many sexual relationships with many drivers, hence we can say seb is an expert in gay sex! and charles, a proud heterosexual, who has never considered dating men in his life, met seb and everything changed… the first time charles experiences gay sex is fucking such a professional bottom like seb, he then realize having sex with men is so nice, even nicer than with girls…after their first sex, charles immediately became obsessed with seb’s body. he would frequently come back to seb and fuck him, to experience the best orgasm he had ever had in his life again and again…and instead of driven by sexual desire, the curiosity of a former heterosexual would give him the urge to explore seb’s body, seeing what noises seb would make and how seb would react to his touches! Charles would gain lots of confidence when seb reacts sensitively to his touches then become more obsessed with fucking seb ^^

however, charles is still a former straight guy, having little experience in gay sex, seb has the responsibility (also for the sake of his ass) to teach him how to top. as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, through a series of top training, charles would be better at it. well, charles is a fast learner, just as talented as racing. at first, seb has to prep himself before charles fuck him because he doesn’t want to be hurt, but after training charles, he would have the ability to prep seb. he might as well say something like, “wow, seb you’re so tight and hot inside!” while fingering seb… charles may still hurt seb by fucking him too hard because it feels too good…seb enjoys rough sex anyway ^^ after all, seb just can’t refuse charles’s puppy eyes…🐶

3. insecureness

I believe they’re both feeling insecure at the beginning of their relationship. charles is so handsome that he would attract lots of good-looking girls would make seb feel very insecure. and the fact that he’s formerly straight. he would be confused why would charles only date him?

Also at the same time, Charles is also feeling insecure. you know, seb has lots of ex-boyfriends, charles would be dying to make sure that seb loves him like he means it, having to hear seb say “I love you charles” then he would feel relieved, or he would keep going.

4. charles cherishes seb really much 😭😭😭

charles respects seb a lot…he would refuse to watch vids that make fun of seb, and avoid questions from the press baiting him to talk bad of seb…even now he would frequently mention that seb has taught him a lot, charles’s indeed a good boy 😭😭he’s polite and kind, such nice person like him has to be in relationship with a person who’s also as nice as him! it’s really heartwarming that charles had seb as his teammate when he got into ferrari after he lost jules and his dad. charles also mentioned that seb welcomed him to the team and put a lot of effort to make charles adapt to the new environment. he feels reassured to have seb by his side 😭😭😭

since charles cherishes seb so much, he would ask a lot of questions in each step during sex, like “are you feeling good?” “can I proceed?” and this makes seb giggle because he has never been treated so carefully. charles cutie…😭

5. kisses

charles loves kissies…before fucking seb, he would kiss him for like 10 minutes and seb has to hurry him to get down to “business” by slightly pressing his feet on charles’s dick. however during their sex charles still fucks and kisses seb at the same time… seb *out of breath*

6. seb’s compliments!

“When I’m doing a good job, Seb is coming to me and sayin ‘well done’.”

this seems like Charles is showing off to everyone like, “look! The four-time world champ just complimented me!” 🐶

“ If I wanted to win something, he would basically let me win this thing and I would be happy, and he wouldn‘t care.”

Altho I’m still a bit puzzled with this because I can barely see it by watching the challenge vids they had done together🤣 anyway I interpreted it as when charles want to top seb, he would let him…

7. jealousy

It’s noticeable when the younger man is jealous, while seb, as the elder one in their relationship, feels like he is obliged to be more tolerant. he would keep his feelings to himself until charles manages to dig out the reason why seb’s behaving so oddly by bombarding him with tons of questions, otherwise, he would rather not tell Charles anything. charles feels offended because this is like seb doesn't trust him enough. Seb would immediately utter all of his feelings when seeing charles putting up a long face and again attacking him with his glassy puppy eyes… 🐶

8. seb taking the initiative!

charles craves for more touches in the public but he’s also afraid… look at this gif! Charles wanted to touch seb’s shoulder and immediately drew back…seb seemed to notice it and put his arm around charles’s shoulder…

as we can see in many interviews, charles tends to hide his deepest emotions and only speak things that are positive to the media. when he got something in his mind, he wouldn't share it with others. seb can still sense that charles isn't feeling good just by observing his expressions, and seb would lead charles to speak out his feelings in order to comfort him, telling charles to feel free to talk to him whenever he feels like he needs to. at first, charles might still be unused to sharing his dark feelings with others, but through the process of seb’s guidance and consoling, eventually, he would go to seb immediately when he needs a shoulder to cry on.

however Charles is still a tense person so most of the time he might just hug seb instead of pouring out all of his thoughts, it’s still huge progress for him considering where he has come from…

9. competitiveness

charles would be hostile towards seb’s ex boyfriends because of his competitiveness, like, he loves fucking seb because seb’s so good at it but at the same time, he’s jealous of it as it also means seb has been fucked by so many men that he may or may not know.

10. say yes to big guy fucking small guy…

11. different characteristics

nothing really important here but this really shows the distinctiveness of their characteristic…when seb’s happy you can see it clearly through his body language, while charles’s just being calm and trying to look good in front of the media…

phew, that's a long post... i wonder if you have the patience to read through all this...if you did, i would cry because of your kindness😭

#💭

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