#mute!seb

[monacodarling]

Don’t make me create a sebchal compilation because is2g will….

[deevotee]

i wont lie sometimes its a little crazy to see people shove bardroy aside to assign sebastian the role of Dad™ cuz as much as i like dadbastian (with seb being just terrible and weird in the role lmao) i think its strange to put bardroy into the 'weird uncle' role

on top of it being a very nuclear family set up (with ppl assigning mei rin the role of mom/aunt and snake being someones child along with bards role for some reason??) its just kind of forgetting that like,,, he's the only one aside from tanaka who ACTUALLY has experience raising children and was actually a father

[remapped-soul]

f1 - a journey through the years. 2008 season

So, because I have nothing better to do, I have decided to watch every single race starting with the 2008 season because of Sebastian Vettel. I have completely forgotten Nico was in F1 back then and I let out a squeal of joy when his pretty face popped on my screen. Shame on them for showing only Seb's eyes.

Anyway, this is going to be a live-blogging of sorts, hopefully not too spammy. I will watch interviews and press conferences for full effect too.

My first thought: what were f1 producers smoking when they put that intro into the world? I want it too.

[brauthaalandfc]

happy birthday to me and most importantly happy birthday to multi 21 xox

[sebs-anxiety-and-insanity]

Not Just Another Bloody Mary,

Analogical, zombie apocalypse au, mute!Virgil

TW: religious imagery, blood, vague description of injury

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Virgil himself had never been one to believe in God. After all he had seen, it's hard to not become a cynic. At least that was the general consensus. He preferred the term 'realist'.

But, he was ready to get on his hands and knees to thank the god who had given him this vision-

There Logan stood, lab coat and all, covered in blood.

It wasn't the type you might see Janus or Remus in. If they were covered in blood they ranged from happy to psychotic. But, Logan just seemed his normal self. Well, apart from the gut wound.

For the first time, Virgil had found himself unable to move. The man before him was slumped against the wall now, chest heaving with labored breaths, and Virgil knew he should move quicker, but he couldn't bring himself to.

Logan had his eyes shut, muttering about needing attention, and only then did he break out of his stupor.

Virgil rushed to his side, unsure of what to do, Logan had leaned on him instead, noting that Logan was close to limp in his arms. Logan, bloodied and heaving, leaving blood on his own hands and he felt just about ready to pray to this man.

"Hey, Virgil, do you still have those bandages from the east building-?" Patton gasped upon turning the corner. "Oh my god-" Virgil nodded along with the statement. For entirely different reasons.

"I uh- set him on the table, alright?" Patton rushed, turning to yell for Remy.

Virgil did as told, albeit in a daze, but still. Logan had basically lost consciousness, although Virgil was admittedly right there with him on that aspect.

Patton calmly told Virgil that he needs to leave and got to work.

Virgil had taken a seat outside the small corner Logan had found him in, and he noted the trail of blood that had went unnoticed on the floor. It reminded him of the virgin Mary statues that would litter monasteries. One in particular came to mind, a bronze virgin Mary in Guadalupe, but instead of picturing the virgin weeping olive oil, he pictured Logan weeping blood.

He had long forgone the many aspects of religion, but he would glady wear it all out and start traditions all over again.

He never went far from Logans side, worrying about him most of the day. He thought that when Patton came out and said he should be fine that he would feel better, however that was not the case.

He sat beside Logan until he came around. If he was cold, Virgil would give him a blanket, if he was hungry, Virgil would fetch him food; anything of which he had the slightest notion of want, Virgil gave to him.

He knew that he was gonna be Logans personal follower till the end of his days when Logan started asking him to eat, warm up, and take his medicine.

He was an absolute goner. Not that he minded anyway.

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[stick2vamp]

Urmmmmm Haiiii … You’re my favorite Seb writer , absolutely adore yr stuff !!! Was wondering if I could req Seb and a reader who like …. Gives him a bouquet of coral and plants they find around the facility ……. If that makes sense …… (;´д｀)

𝜗 ˖ ❝ hm, for me? ᵕ ♡

— in which you have a gift for sebastian. ✧

↷　 766 wc 𓈒 sfw 𓈒 kind of implied sebastian has a soft spot for you ?

‿ A/N im glad to hear you like my stuff <3 gave up like halfway thru this i cannot lie

The Blacksite seems barren.

The only recurring theme of life present appears to be the monstrous and mutated entities that roam the halls, but you are unsure if some of them are alive. Any simple organisms no longer exist down here. Perhaps the pressure was too much for them to withstand in the first place, or maybe they were all destroyed during the breach. You're unsure: they won't bother to tell you minute details like that.

Yet, you've found that your original assumption was wrong. Exploring the multiple levels and rooms has allowed you to see the tiny glimpses of life still thriving here. The occasional potted plant—albeit wilting fairly quickly—stands alive in tiny rooms tucked away from most entities' eyes. Little chunks of coral float within the underground areas, likely broken off from the main body by the bull shark outside the windows. Tiny aquatic grasses, easily trampled on as you weave yourself out of a Searchlight's bright gaze.

You've wandered through the Blacksite many times, over and over again, with nothing new to see besides these little plants. They are the only unpredictable sight. The lights flicker to warn you of an Angler—but there are no warning signs of a simple plant. Squiddles make a gradual screeching noise as a warning—but there are no warning signs of a little flower. Perhaps that is why they are so beautiful down here: because you expect a monster, not a simple pot of grass.

However, no other beings here seem to hold the same sentiments as you. Most of them are mindless and have their minds set entirely on consuming. The only intelligent ones you can name right now seem uninterested, too. The bull shark with thousands of eyes littered in and outside themself? It seems they cannot see the plant's beauty even with their many eyes. The red face that warns you as they rush through and destroy the halls? Well, with how they mangle things in their path, you're not entirely sure if they care that much for them. The Painter?

. . . Well, the Painter probably likes flowers. But they cannot exactly interact with them.

Water trickled down your hand and dripped on the floor. You cradled a small fragment of blue coral in your palm. It had a rougher texture due to the little dips and bumps on its surface. The coral felt like nothing yet heavy at the same time as it rested in your hand. Its muted blue color looked even duller the more you looked at it.

It almost looked greenish, too.

The color reminded you of SEBASTIAN.

You forgot about him and his opinion on flowers. He seemed more uncaring and disinterested in small things, so you figured he probably wouldn't care for them. Yet, you knew he was once human. There must be a chance he may enjoy them.

You hadn't realized you pocketed the coral until your suit's legs were well-drenched.

Upon presenting the messy bouquet to Sebastian, he responded with a taunting voice, "Is this for me? You really shouldn't have." He carefully examined the bouquet under his esca, observing the colorful coral chunks and slightly wilted plants. He appreciated how the colors complimented him.

Sebastian quietly hummed as he inspected the gift further, using his claw with surprising gentleness to brush through and examine everything you'd collected. It was evident from his growing smirk and visible canines that he appreciated the gesture if only a bit. "Why, thank you, friend," he said, before placing the bouquet on his desk.

With a taunting tone, he mused, "Don't tell me you went out of your way to get this just for me, now." Sebastian paused and directed his gaze back to you. "You know, I'm sure I could bargain a good price for this with the other Expendables."

You couldn't tell if he was serious, at least not until you looked at how his tail swayed like a happy dog's. Or how his ears twitched when your smile grew. Or how his voice softened ever so slightly as you eventually left.

Unsurprisingly, the bouquet was still there on your next visit, neatly placed in the best glass Sebastian could find. It rested nearby him, neatly positioned to make it look fuller and beautiful. Of course, he wouldn't sell it. For as much as he teased you, he could not deny the fondness he felt when he looked at it.

Perhaps one day, you'd take the bouquet place and be right next to him yourself.

He cursed himself as his ears and tail twitched at the thought.

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[dizzyduck44]

There will be a few of these but here is my first takeaway from today’s race.

You can’t lead with no followers

McLaren are getting destroyed by media and their own fans tonight. Not a single person seems to be able to explain why they are reluctant to use team orders against Oscar, but they practically bullied Lando into giving up a win in Hungary.

This has 2007 vibes of saying you will let your drivers fight and all they successfully manage to do is take points off each other.

It’s all well and good saying you have two Number 1 drivers, but Oscar proved today he doesn’t have the mentality to be a number 1 driver yet.

Think back to the end of last season. Lewis, George, Charles and Carlos were shouting at the team lap after lap, tell me if I need to give this place up to my teammate to gain points. How far is so and so off, how many points is that? Where is so and so? How far behind?

They were so desperate to take second in the constructors they were willing to sacrifice for the good of the team.

We have heard Seb and Fernando do it. Hell Nando and Sergio have been one man defensive armies.

Even Max has been seen to do this in the past.

A team leader, a number 1 driver thinks big picture, end game. What is the objective? How do we get there?

Lando has played that game brilliantly at McLaren since he got confident with the car, certainly by 2020. He has been doing it since Miami this season. How do we maximise points? In recent races, how do we take points from Max and Red Bull?

Today after turn 1 everything was in place to do just that, maximise the number of points the team took off Red Bull and Max. Although Oscar’s contact with George had already gifted Max a place.

By his own admission Oscar felt the lunge at turn 3 & 4 was “his only way to win the race”. That was his objective. “I”, “me”, “my”. Not how do I help the team maximise points. If that’s how he thinks, he’s not ready to be a team leader.

“Unexpected” “risky” “aggressive” those are the words his own team has used about it. Not glowing endorsements, support and praise.

To be a number one driver is so much more than just winning races. Look at Alex in Williams. Is he going to win a race this year? Probably not. Does he go out every weekend and give it all for the team? Yes.

A number 1 driver thinks of every person who’s work has put that car on the track and keeps it going throughout the weekend. Thats probably why the team celebrations were so muted. Oscar showed today he values a win for himself over giving the team the constructors championship they so deserve.

Today Oscar showed us all he is not ready to be a team leader and number one driver. So why continue to treat him like one?

[deadghosy]

CHAOTIC MODERN SLIVER TRIO HEADCANNONS & IMAGINES

Who’s the first to get arrested: you or Sebastian. It’s a tough decision.

Who starts an argument first: Sebastian

Who finishes the argument: Ominis

Who starts a fight and wins: you & Sebastian

Who’s the baby of the trio: you

Who’s the rebel of the three: Sebastian

Who’s the ‘father/mother’ of the trio: you & Ominis

PLEASE IMAGINE SEBASTIAN PUSHING YOU AND OMINIS IN A SHOPPING CART😭😭

You three could never work together at a job. Even is Ominis definitely in my head would be a business man, Sebastian is slight goofing off with you only for you three to be fired. Ominis wasn’t even in the mix, he was staring off at a wall trying to take a customer’s order.

“How in heavens was I fired?!” Ominis says gripping your shoulder as Sebastian just scratches his head. You were annoyed as well, pointing at the 2nd tallest of the trio. “Seb accidentally throw the nuggets at the manager!” “It wasn’t my fault he was just standing there??!” Sebastian says throwing his hands up in disbelief

Sleepovers at your house is the best option, even in modern I feel like Ominis’s family are still the worse and Sebastian doesn’t have time for Anne to just burst into his hang out with his friends. So it’s your house. At your house you three do board games since movie nights aren’t best for Ominis. Monopoly is probably best, Uno is the worst for the poor gaunt. Because he can’t tell who’s lying and who’s not.

The trio energy is, Ominis: calm/no energy you: no energy/calm. And Sebastian is too much energy as he always has scheme under his sleeves.

When trying to learn or just baking with your two boys. It’s damn near the challenge of “Blind, mute, and deaf.” You sadly can’t hear for shit, Ominis is obvious. Sebastian is slightly stubborn on asking which goes where. Can’t tell me other wise.

Imagine having Ominis and Sebastian as your friend valentines. You bought them chocolates while their slight rich ass got you a lot of gifts. You had to store them in another room. It was very crazy that day.

Sleeping together in a bundle when sleepovers are over. Sebastian being the bed, you ontop of him, and Ominis beside you two. Wrapping his arms over you and Sebastian. It’s quite comfy as well. Can’t tell me otherwise, the visual is very nice.

I headcannon that the three of you can’t drive, of course Ominis can’t but he would be the type to “prove a bitch wrong.” And try to drive and drifts almost into Sebastian. It was hella chaotic as Ominis smiled as if he didn’t just almost run over Sebastian.

[snailmail444]

Hiiii (big fan) could I pretty please make a Sam x Sebby x Farmer request? Like both boys have a crush on the farmer and ask her to choose and she says both? Thank you so much

Both (Sam/seb/f player)

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

I’m SO sorry this one took so long nonnie please forgive me I love you so much 😭😭😭 it got lost in the shuffle but I would never leave you hanging!! I hope you enjoy this that took way way wayyyy too long (like seven months to get to RIP). NSFW under the cut!

“Both.”

You watch the boys blanch. Sam hadn’t been subtle with his “hypothetical,” that’s for damn sure, but it’s still a surprise to see them both respond so viscerally.

“B-but we,” Sam stammers, blinking rapidly as though he can’t process, “it wasn’t—we were just—“

“Just?” You arch a brow, cross your legs and lean forward. Sebastian’s cheap futon squeaks with each shift of your weight. “Just what? You asked which of you I would want, and I said both. Did I not answer the question?”

“It was more of an—“

“—either or,” Sebastian finishes what Sam started, and you pout at him. His eyes are dark and unreadable when you do.

“But I don’t want either or. I said I want both. Or are you saying I shouldn’t get to have that? If you’re saying that in this hypothetical scenario I can’t be lavished by two hot guys instead of one? Hardly seems fair.”

They exchange a glance, Sebastian uncertain and Sam at a loss. You have them where you want them now. “Unless, of course,” your voice is smooth and silky, low, “it wasn’t a hypothetical at all.”

You watch a flush burn down Sam’s cheeks and the sops of Sebastian’s ears. Caught.

“I’m not blind,” you continue, leaning forward to trace a finger up Sam’s thigh, “I’ve seen the way both of you look at me. And the way you look at each other. Don’t tell me the thought never crossed your mind.”

You stop just shy of the rapidly hardening bulge in Sam’s sweats, splay out your palm and grip the meat of his thigh. He visibly swallows, and when he doesn’t respond you look over at Sebastian.

“Well? Am I wrong?”

His throat bobs, and just when you think they’ve both gone mute, he says, “you aren’t wrong. Of course you aren’t.”

You’re not sure how it all happens. One minute your mouth is dry, and you’re looking between them and trying to decide which one of you is going to make a move. The next you’re all moving, your mouth on Sam’s and Sebastian’s on your neck, tangled up in knots and trying to find use of your uncoordinated limbs.

You all strip like there’s no time. Like any moment the delicate thing between you might shatter and you all will come to your senses. You’ll stop and realize that it’s messy, and you don’t know what it means, and this is all too forward.

Except it’s not. Tension between everyone has been a living thing. Palpable and begging for someone to do something about it for weeks now. If anything, you aren’t moving fast enough. Heady drags of kisses shared between you and Sam, you and Sebastian, Sebastian and Sam—the first taste made you realize you’d been starving, you all had, and now you’re devouring each other with the fear that somebody might take it away.

It’s not easy for you to take your clothes off like this. Everybody’s impatient and too selfish to stop even just a second. It’s a haze of hands and skin and clothes, and by the time you’re finally able to feel the delicious skin-to-skin contact you’re splayed out on your back and your cunt is soaked and throbbing.

“Please,” you squirm. Wonder what happened to the control, when you lost it and who found it. You’re almost embarrassed to be this way—a squirming mess begging to be fucked by whoever can get to you the fastest. But what are you supposed to do? Stop?

It’s odd—the little differences you realize. Sam’s hands are everywhere, like they can’t find a spot they like the best, whereas for Sebastian it’s his mouth. Sliding down your chest and your stomach, both of them. Sam’s fingers inside of you, Sebastian’s mouth on your clit, and you arching your back and trying not to be too fucking loud because you don’t want anybody to hear this. To find you all desperate and squirming against each other while they both work to make you come like it’s their only desire on this earth.

“Shit,” you can’t help it, high pitched and whiny because they’re too good at this. It’s like they’re one person, the way they work in tandem to bring you crashing into an orgasm before you even realize you’re close to coming. You writhe against Sebastian’s tongue, Sam’s palm, and they don’t stop until you’re whimpering and thrashing because it’s too good.

“You taste fucking perfect,” Sebastian uses the back of his hand to swipe some of your slick off of his cheek. His eyes are swallowed by the pupils as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Let me taste,” Sam breathes, grips Sebastian’s shoulders and wends his tongue into his mouth. He moans, low and filthy and it’s enough to key you back up.

You try to fill the space, desperately twisting your fingers, and unwittingly whine because it’s not enough.

Sam and Sebastian break their kiss, connected by spit and your arousal, and look at each other like they’re silently working something out. It makes you shiver, your fingers curl against yourself and your hips buck with anticipation.

And it’s worth it. Because they’re guiding you onto all fours, Sam posting himself against your cunt and Sebastian near your mouth.

“Is this okay,” Sam asks, lathing his tongue along your shoulder blades and wrapping his arms around your middle. As if it ever wouldn’t be.

You nod and Sebastian catches your chin, tilts your head so you’re meeting his eyes. “You sure?”

In lieu of a response you grind your ass backwards, feel Sam’s cock butterfly your cunt as you loll your tongue out for Sebastian. You’ve never been more sure that you want anything.

Sam moves first. Desperate and jerky and shoving his tip in with a strained, “sorry, shit—didn’t mean to—“

As you moan Sebastian’s cock slides past your lips, smooth and slow and controlled, and they stop altogether once they’re both fully inside of you.

Spit slicks down your chin as you look up at Sebastian. You feel depraved. Fuller than you have any right to ever feel. You want them to use you, to force your body back and forth on their cocks like a limp sex toy until they’ve had their fill.

Maybe it’s the look in your eye, or the way your cunt flutters around Sam’s cock, or the way you hum around Sebastian’s, but regardless they get the message and begin to move in a clumsy rhythm.

It takes a minute for them to get the hang of it. For them to fall into a smooth pattern that has everyone falling to pieces. You’re gagging on Sebastian and constricting around Sam in tandem, and you think that if you die like this it would be okay because Sebastian’s pulling your hair and Sam’s smacking your ass and your garbled moans sound as pathetic as they are guttural.

It’s Sam first. Bucking and stuttering against your cunt as he desperately rubs your clit in a last ditch effort to get you to finish before him when comes.

And then it’s Sebastian, tugging your hair to hold you still and warning you before he’s finishing down your throat. Praise spills over his lips as he groans, telling you how good your mouth feels and how perfect you’re taking it all for him.

Some combination of it all snaps you over the edge too. Tears running down your cheeks and stars flashing in your vision, sensation scraping over every nerve of your body as wave after wave of pleasure has its way with you.

You don’t know how long you all lay in a panting, sweaty heap— for air and trying to slow the beating of your hearts—when you finally speak.

“Both,” you say, and Sebastian chuckles as he pets the sticky hair away from your face. Sam burrows against you, pulling you back like a stuffed animal to hold, and preens against your shoulder.

“Both,” they say in unison, and you can feel the relief in the air. After you get some sleep, you’ll figure out what that means, anyway.

[neptunescore]

for ur driver pairing and a random word oneshot, can i ask for sebmark and the random word is monaco

Prompt: Monaco | Pairing: Sebmark

“Ugh.”

Mark grumbled as he swiped the blade across his beard again.

Fuck sky sports for calling him in so late — what was their need for him anyway? They literally had every retired driver on their payroll, but noooo, they needed Mark to fill in the emergency spot. God —

Another swipe.

They couldn’t even tell him a week prior. No! They just had to wait till yesterday afternoon!

‘Oh! You have to be there by tomorrow morning, Mark! It’s Monaco, Mark. You know how it gets!’

The retired driver let out a groan, resting his hands on the basin in front of him as he pulled himself closer to the mirror — carefully checking to see if he’d managed to get everything. It’d been so long since he’d gone clean-shaved. He was diligent with his barber appointments, always making sure he got a touch-up every 2 weeks. The poor man was awful at trimming and styling his own hair; no matter if it was on his face or on his head, his hands simply refused to follow any instructions his frustrated mind tried to provide.

Yeah, fuck his job. Couldn’t even let him go to his barber’s before dragging him here. Of course he fucking knew how Monaco worked, he’d fucking won here for Christ’s sake! Twice! The way he’d wrap his hands around the neck of whichever sick sod bailed so late —

An abrupt snap stopped his inner rant; Mark’s head shifted as he slowly looked down at the sink with bewilderment. Was that-

Was that a crack? Oh my god. It was. What in the fuck. What kind of shitty hotel room had they given him. Why couldn’t he have a single break already? Why —

The reporter stepped back, closing his eyes and pursing his lips before swivelling around and making his way back to the main room, electing to ignore what had just happened; instead, shifting his focus to putting on some decent clothes so he could finally head out to the godforsaken track that was causing him all this misery.

Eyes lifting up; his gaze caught against the window next to him, a muted pang running through him as he registered the dark green banner attached to the lamppost in front.

Seb.

Oh, how he missed him.

Mark could already feel a sense of melancholy reaching for him; A clouding of nostalgia as he remembered their whirlwind romance, remembered their promise to come back to each other — to settle down properly when they both felt right in the head again.

The taller man had done his part, he’d reached out to Sebastian as soon as he felt he could, an unanswered text laying in their chat logs as Mark forced himself to remain satisfied with the small glimpses he caught of the other’s life now.

Maybe Seb hadn’t meant it. Maybe he’d moved on —

The shrill ring of an alarm.

Fuck, he was late!

The brunette pulled on his clothes, swearing as his elbow bumped against the closet handle, and the telltale pain of what could only be a forming bruise encapsulated it. He hopped side to side as he pulled his pants on, nearly slipping and falling as he hurriedly rummaged through his suitcase to find his paddock pass.

The sharp ding of a bell.

What idiot was outside his room?

Mark walked towards his door frantically, pulling at the knob with irritating force as he prepared himself to shout at whichever poor lad had thought itself okay to interrupt him this late.

“Mark.”

His eyes widened.

“Mark. I’m retiring, Mark.”

His jaw dropped.

“Oh, for god’s sake-”

Cracked lips pressed against his, teeth knocking together. Mark could already hear Sebastian’s laughter as he felt his knees give out.

This was so fun! I honestly had no idea what to write for it at the beginning, but I think i did a pretty good job🤭 I hope you like it nonnie!💗 i listened to 'kiss her, you fool!' while writing this, and that's probably the reason for that kiss in the end, but I love it🤗.

As always, divider credit to @cafekitsune ♡

Rules and details☆°•~

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Can't Ignore You

Roommate!Sebastian x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: Your roommate Sebastian catches you touching yourself to him, and he can’t hold himself back. 

Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, m/sturbation, p in v

Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection

You enter Sebastian’s room and go to sit on his bed. 

"Hi, Seb," you say quietly, not wanting to disturb his Twitch stream. His face lights up when he sees you. 

"Hey! Chat, this is my roommate, Y/N," Seb says with a smile. He turns the camera to you. "How was work?"

You wave sheepishly. "It was good, thanks. I came to ask when you’ll be done streaming."

"One sec, chat." He pauses his game and mutes his mic quickly. "I’ll be done in around half an hour. Why?"

"Feel like making dinner together?"

"Sure. I’ll catch up with you later, 'kay?" 

"Sounds good. Bye, Seb." You wave goodbye and head back to your room. 

You collapse on your bed, mind flooding with images of Sebastian. The heat in your body rushes to your pussy as you recall the way he looked at you, eyeing the tight top you’re wearing. You can hardly handle it anymore; every time you see your roommate you’re filled with lust that you can’t ignore. Now is not an exception, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing in anticipation of your dildo. You slowly pull down your shorts and panties, massaging your tits, ass, and inner thighs. Finally, you pull out the clear silicone and lick it slowly. Your tongue glides down the sides, preparing it for the intrusion. Once it’s covered in your spit, you bring it down to your newly-shaved pussy. You push it through your outer lips, rubbing it along your labia. The dildo brushes against your clit and you moan at the contact. Gently, you start to press the silicone into your leaking hole, but pull it out, teasing yourself. Soon, you can’t wait, so you rub it on your clit and slide it into your tight hole. 

It takes a moment to adjust, but soon your walls are molded to the shape of the cock inside you. You push the whole dildo inside and leave it there, clenching around it. You lick your hand, lubricating it, before you bring it to your clit and rub aggressively. The complete lack of friction increases the pleasure, and you moan at the feeling of being stuffed and the pleasure radiating from your clit. Using your other hand, you pull out the dildo, only leaving in the tip, before slamming it back in. You start pounding your wet pussy while rubbing your clit, screaming at the pleasure. You’re glad Sebastian’s room is in the basement, otherwise his stream would hear every slutty noise you make. 

"Oh, Seb!" you cry out, imagining his cock pistoning into your hole. Picturing his moans as his balls slap against your ass. Pretending his fingers are the ones on your clit, making the pleasure unbearable. You can’t take the feeling anymore. You keep shoving the dildo into your cunt over and over again, not relenting. Torturing yourself with the stimulation. Soon, you feel how the pleasure increases, knowing you’re close to climax. You force the silicone through your lips a few more times before your pussy clenches as hard as possible around the cock. The fingers on your clit keep moving through the orgasm, dragging it out and ensuring your pussy is milked. You sigh after the intense climax, feeling your body relax.

-

Sebastian finishes his stream and goes upstairs to your room to get you. He hears you moan and feels all the blood in his body rush to his cock. Is this really happening? Normally, he’d leave you alone, but it’s the way you call out his name that pushes him over the edge. He opens the door slowly and sees you pounding yourself with a dildo. Seb’s cock gets even harder than before, and he pulls it out of his pants. He licks his hand and starts stroking his dick to the sight of you fucking yourself to him. Sebastian jerks his cock faster, unable to control his lust and desire. Your screams of pleasure fuel his orgasm, and not before long, he’s cumming. He cums all over his hand and dick, panting after the intensity of his release. He watches you cum around your toy moments after him. 

Seb’s self control has left his body; he’s still blinded with lust. He walks over to your bed and gets on all fours overtop of you, watching your look of surprise. "Seb, you- I-" you stammer. 

"Shh, baby, don’t worry. Let me make you feel good." Sebastian grabs your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. You kiss him back with passion, not able to get enough of him. He breaks away from the kiss and brings his hands to the hem of your shirt. "Do you think I didn’t notice this? Showing off your tits in this tight little shirt. You look good in it." Seb smiles as he pulls it off your body. He discards the shirt and gropes your tits. He brings his mouth to one and starts sucking on the nipple. You moan when he starts rubbing the other. But, just as it starts, he pulls away. You whine at the lack of stimulation, but he replaces his mouth on your nipple with hands caressing your hips. His fingers trail to your inner thighs, bringing the attention to your cunt, which is dripping with need. 

"Please, Seb," you whimper.

"Do you have condoms, baby?"

"Are you clear?"

"Yeah, I got tested last month. Are you?"

"I haven’t had sex before."

"Saving yourself for me, huh." He trails his fingers along the inside of your thighs, making you shiver. "Good girl."

"Fuck me raw, Sebastian. I can’t wait any longer. Please. Fuck me better than my toys can." You look at him with pleading eyes, desperate to take his cock. 

"Good little slut. Begging for my cock. I bet you wanna be filled up with my cum, too." 

You nod eagerly. "Please, fuck me now, Seb…"

"Who am I to deny such a good whore’s request?" Sebastian lines his cock up to your soaked, swollen cunt. He rubs his tip along your folds, paying special attention to your clit. You moan at the pleasure, the sensation radiating from your body. 

Finally, your roommate presses his flushed tip into your leaking hole. He pushes it in slowly, letting you get adjusted to his size. The feeling of his cock inside you is euphoric. Sebastian gently pulls out, leaving only his tip. He starts thrusting into you, and you could swear you’re seeing stars. You’re desperate for more, and you grind your hips against his. He groans.

"It’s too good, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. So tight for me, such a slut." He punctuates each word with a thrust. 

"Your slut, only yours," you whimper. "Please, fuck me harder."

"Good girl, begging for me without even being asked." Sebastian rewards you by quickening his pace, starting a faster rhythm. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and it only fuels him more. He starts pounding you harder into the bed, loving how your moans and cries echo through the room. 

You feel Sebastian’s thick cock hit that spot inside you that makes the rest of the world fade away. It’s only you and Seb as he mercilessly hits your walls, every time with a sob from you and a groan from him. The sounds of your bodies colliding radiates from the point you connect. 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you tell him so. He only thrusts harder, pulling your leg on his shoulder, letting him hit you deeper. There are tears in your eyes from how powerful each movement is. You feel Seb’s thrusts slow down, and you know you’re not the only one that’s close. Finally, your cunt clenches around his cock, milking out his hot ropes, his cum painting your insides white. Seb collapses on top of you as you both come down from your high. 

"I can’t believe I waited so long to do that," he says, panting. 

"Well, I guess we have to make up for lost time. Round two?" You have a lust-infused grin on your face.

"I like the way you think." The look on Sebastian’s face matches the one on yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. 

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Some diplomatic shenanigans before my exam on wednesday. The feedback I get from you guys is truly overwhelming and I cannot thank you enough 😭🥺 Next up, first maxiel meeting? Hmm?

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When Daniel finally emerges from the bedroom, the villa seems completely abandoned but the door to the terrace is open. When he gets out, he sees Seb standing by the grill. He is humming a quiet tune, the sizzling from the grill almost like a beat to it. 

“Oi, where are the twinks?” he asks loudly. 

Seb chuckles as he turns around. “Out there, twinking somewhere.” He hands Daniel a bottle of chilled beer, waiting for him to stop laughing. “They went to Nice to pick the others up.” 

Daniel nods and doesn't ask why Sebastian stayed behind. He plays it safe, attacking before Seb even has the chance to admit he is his designated babysitter. 

“So,” Danny starts, the condensation on his hand making him squirm. “Did you, finally?” 

Seb looks away immediately, clicking the grilling tweezers in his hand loudly. Mute, he shakes his head no.

Daniel moans, even though he expected the answer. “Oh my god, Sebastian. This is pitiful.”

Sebastian is glaring now, flipping the zucchini on the grill like his life depended on it. “You managed to kiss the kid a month after meeting him. Sorry that I’m not like you!” 

Daniel hip-checks Seb, “Max wasn’t a kid, come on. He was an ambassador in the US-“

“I remember you called him a jailbait several times-”  

This certainly isn't the first time Sebastian has tried this tactic. Like the other times, it isn't working. “Charles wasn’t a kid either, and he certainly isn’t a kid now. Come on, Seb. All these years?” 

Daniel imagines Max had the same conversation with Charles in the morning somewhere on an old racetrack. He feels hollow pain at realising he probably won’t find out: he doubts Max will be sharing anything with him after the fight. Even after three years of marriage, he still uses the silent treatment as the punishment of his choice.  

“Isn't he dating the Spanish model?” 

Sebastian's hair looks almost golden in the afternoon sun. Daniel doesn't get it. He doesn't know if the thought of the ethics of his feelings for Charles or the doubt of the authenticity of Charles' feelings makes him like this. 

“I don't know how to tell you this, Sebastian. You're not together, that's true. But it's not because of the lack of trying from his side.” 

Sebastian turns around, a macabre grimace on his face. “I can't- Because of me- I won’t let him waste it-“

“He’s already wasting it, Sebastian! Max told me he is thinking of working for UNESCO!” he spits the word out like a curse. 

Sebastian opens his mouth to retort something but is cut off by the noise of people entering the villa. Suddenly, the terrace fills with laughter and loud voices, and Daniel turns to the grill so he doesn't have to see the way Max's eyes skip him over.

Daniel yanks out the grilling tweezers from Seb's hands, and he gives him a weird look. He turns around a few of the zucchinis to distract himself. He has to admit - Seb is onto something. 

He suddenly feels arms wrapping around his torso. He flinches so hard that the tweezers almost fall out of his hand. The hands grip him tighter, feeling the ribs sticking out underneath his pastel green shirt. Max said it complimented his skin tone when they were packing. He looks down, the simple wedding band glimmering in the light on the left hand, now gripping his hip. If it wasn't for the smell and the touch he knows better than anything else, the Audemars on his wrist would give him away. Daniel tenses, expecting a comment about his weight. All he gets is a sigh and the weight of Max's head on his shoulder. 

Max kisses Daniel's neck right at the spot where it meets his shoulder, where it turned slightly red from being in the sun the whole day yesterday. “I missed you, schatje,” he murmurs and Daniel is so shocked he doesn't react in any way.

“I know- I know it's hard for you, sometimes. I will try to make it easier, okay? We will talk later. We're alright.” Max speaks quietly and confidently. Dizzily, Daniel wonders if Max connected his phone to Daniel’s McLaren to call the therapist on the way to Nice. 

Daniel's mouth is open and he blinks a few times. Max thinks he looks a bit like a fish. 

In the weeks following The Catastrophe, the fights would escalate on the next day, Daniel not being able to suffer through the silent treatment. He would always say something that would eventually make the whole situation even worse. Max had his line prepared, “it's the same shit with you every time, you fucking asshole” or a similar equivalent, looking sick of everything, looking sick of Daniel. He would usually wait for Daniel to start crying before storming out, though. That, he couldn't handle. 

Sebastian says something in rapid German aimed at both of them. It snaps Daniel out of his thoughts and as Max answers, a small smile forms on Daniel's face. They are alright. 

Seb obviously expects a contribution from Daniel's part as well, waiting a second after Max finishes speaking. “Really?” Seb looks at Max exasperatedly, shaking his head disapprovingly. “All this time and you still haven't taught him German? That's humiliating.” 

Max yelps. “How is that my fault?!” 

It's not only the three of them anymore, Alex wandering by and looking at the grill with loving expression. He smirks in Daniel's direction, messing up his curls with a hand currently not poking around the steaks Seb put aside. “I think the conjugation might be too much for his pretty little head anyway,” 

“I told you, Max, Australians are basically glorified Americans,” Seb adds in, laughing gleefully at Daniel's expression. 

Daniel finally finds his footing. “How is knowing four languages not enough?”

Max smirks, a glint in his eyes. “Doing Russian lessons on Duolingo doesn't count as knowing a fourth language, cowboy,” 

“You are a freaky bunch, yet I'm the one ostracised here!” Daniel splutters, undignified. 

“Oh, oh, oh! Ostracised, that's how he's trying to show us he's excellent in his mother tongue.” Daniel glares at Alex while everybody else laughs. “Come, come, Georgie! You two can have a rap battle or a spelling bee competition.”

George is just entering through the main doors, carrying three travelling bags in one hand. He looks taller than usual. Anne and Charles enter next, so deep in their conversation that they don't notice the weird exchange between Alex and George as he tries to beckon him over. 

Charles is talking so fast that his words get all tangled up in each other. Daniel thinks he always looks the happiest when speaking French. Anne looks equally excited, only if a bit pale. 

“Anne! Hey, nice to see you again!” he rudely interrupts Charles mid-sentence, and Anne smiles brightly at him, accepting the kiss on the cheek he gives her. “You look a bit pale, everything okay?” 

“Well, the ride-” she shrugs, smiling bashfully, unwilling to finish her sentence. 

Sebastian groans. “Weren't you racing in the morning? Guys, this is not nice to our guest-” 

Charles points his finger at Max without losing even a second. “He started it!” 

“How do you even race on that kind of road? The airport is literally thirty minutes away.” Seb is shaking his head, but the keen smile on his face gives him away. 

Max is sitting on the lounger now, peeling an orange. “I won, Daniel,” he says, matter of factly, like he didn't hear anything Sebastian said. He is expecting praise and gets it, Daniel smiling at him with a thumbs up. 

Half of the things he does are done to impress Daniel. Always will be, probably. He hands the other half of the peeled orange to Daniel. 

Sebastian turns his attention to Anne and introduces himself even though she very clearly knows who he is. 

“I'm Anne Mayhew,” Her eyes are bright. “It's such an honour, Mr. Vettel. I used your proposed analysis operationalisation of a conflict resolution in my dissertation and thought it spectacular.” 

Sebastian looks taken aback by the words. “Oh,” he sounds giddy, like always when someone asks him about his research. “Well, now I'm intrigued. I didn't think someone would be willing to go through all that, especially because Weber's operationalisation is far easier to do right-” Seb cuts himself off. “Mayhew, you said? Like-” 

Charles turns from where he is sorting through the food from the grill that needs to be served on the table. “Yeah, Seb, just like that. Give me a hand here, would you? You can talk about your analysis guide later.” 

Daniel watches them without blinking, sure that he is missing something. 

Seb huffs. “It's not really an analysis guide-” 

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Pierre turns up only when they all sit down, the food almost gone. He is leading a petite girl by hand. “Y'all look like you came out of the lifestyle magazine,” he says, his accent more pronounced than usual. He slaps the girl's ass lightly before she sits down, and she giggles. She doesn't acknowledge the rest of the people around the table. 

Daniel kicks Max's foot under the table. Max's eye twitches. It's even worse than last year. 

Charles coughs, trying to conceal the laugh that threatens to bubble over. “So,” he says, leaning his elbows on the table. “As a defending champion, I think it's only right if I choose the partner for the quiz first.” 

Max shakes his head no immediately. “Defending champion,” he scoffs. “You cheated.” 

Alex is ready to intervene, “I choose George. Max, you choose next.” 

Max smirks at Charles. He is ready to win. “Anne.” 

“I thought I was your good luck charm!” Daniel gasps and puts his hand over his heart theatrically. 

“Shut up, do you think I forgot how you helped Charles last year? Fucking snake.” he scrunches his nose at the memory and Daniel laughs brightly, winking at Charles. 

Charles looks smug, happy with the situation. “I'm choosing Daniel, then. Seb is the taskmaster. Pierre, do you want to join?” 

Pierre is whispering something to the girl's ear and doesn't react in any way. 

“Ehm,” Anne says hesitantly. “What are you guys talking about?” 

“Pop quiz! Nothing to be worried about.” Max assures her but doesn't mention how he threw Daniel in the pool last year for helping the enemy. It was the first time they didn't win. With Max's geography and history knowledge and Daniel’s weird-facts obsession and solid pop culture perception, they always decimated their opponents. 

“The winners get one favour from each player,” Charles adds, putting away the plates and filling their glasses with more wine.

Sebastian makes a show of scrolling through his phone, finding the questions from the last year that he didn't get to ask. They all settle down, wondering who would be the first to lose their nerves this year. 

“First question for Galex.” George is sitting ramrod straight. Alex already looks done with the game. “Which two artists came up with the number one hit song called WAP?” Sebastian asks in the most serious voice he can master. 

“WAP? What does that even stand for?” George's shoulders sag. Anne can't help it, she bursts out laughing at the situation’s absurdity. 

“Oh, I know, I know! It was the rapper, right?” Alex snaps his fingers a few times. “Cardi B!” he yells out, and Seb makes a beeping noise with his mouth. 

“I said two artists, Alex.” he sighs, turning to the next couple. Alex doesn't even have time to defend himself. “Daniel, question for you. What's the highest Polish mountain range?” 

Charles tsks. “That's a trick! It's the Tatras, for sure. Not really theirs, though, right?” 

Daniel shrugs. 

“One point for you.” Seb winks at Charles. “Fine, Max- Kiribati consists of how many atolls?” 

Max looks up to the sky as if counting in his head. Daniel rolls his eyes at the theatrics. He knows Max doesn't need to count anything. 

“32 atolls, that's for sure,” he says, and Anne interrupts him, voice firm. “Don't forget about one coral island.” Max nods, smiling warmly at her. “Yeah, we're going with that. 32 plus one coral.” 

Seb nods, showing them a thumbs up. He turns to George again, “The capital of Mongolia.” 

“Ulaanbaatar,” Alex answers and Sebastian continues with the next question. “Who is Taylor Swift dating now?” 

Daniel looks unsure when he looks at Charles, who doesn't hesitate to answer. 

“Man of culture, I see,” Sebastian smirks and Charles just shrugs, refusing to be ashamed. A point is a point. “Who made the decision to carry out the first French nuclear test?” 

“Why are you giving us the tricky ones?” Max grumbles. 

Sebastian brushes a frustrated hand through his hair. “I am not! I don't skip questions, no cheating.” 

“Must be Gaillard, right?” Anne quips and Sebastian nods. He doesn't have enough patience for Max's antics. 

They get on with it for a while, but it's painfully obvious Max and Anne are an even stronger team than Max and Daniel. Charles' face falls with every question they answer correctly.

“Aand, the last question: What is the name of the latest Kendrick Lamar's album?” Sebastian asks Max, who looks at him blankly. Anne doesn't let him despair for long, answering correctly. 

“Okay, that's 25 to 19, guys. 12 for Galex, you really need to work on this,” Seb is chuckling, reclining in his seat. 

Everyone is waiting for Charles to start grumbling. “You suck, Daniel. How come you didn't know who got the Grammy for the album of the year? You like music!” 

Daniel scoffs, finishing his wine in one big gulp. Max turns to Anne before the fight can break out. He doesn't feel like saving Daniel from the devil that is Charles when he loses. 

“Okay, this is your first time, so you must be very mindful about the favours you will ask for. Everyone owes you now. Don't waste it.” he advises in a grave manner, then turns to the other end of the table. “George, I want you to call Toto Wolff and ask him for his upper-body workout routine. Tell him you've always admired his chest and biceps and dream of having a body like his one day. Now, please. Thank you.” 

Anne looks at them in shock and gasps when everyone starts snickering as George pulls out his phone. 

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Daniel corners Charles in kitchen under the pretence of helping him with the cleanup. 

“You know her? Anne?” 

Charles has his hands in the bubbly water in the sink, up his elbows. “No,” he shakes his head. Daniel doesn't say anything, choosing to wait him out. “I know her mother. And you know her too. Geertruida Mayhew, UNHCR?” 

Daniel feels his jaw tick in surprise. The sun had just started to set, and the orange rays coming through the window made Charles look angelic. 

“Mean Gertie is Anne's mom?” 

Charles nods, an almost painful grimace on his face. 

“But she's like-” Daniel takes a washed plate from Charles' hands, mechanically drying it up with a tea towel. “Ginna told me her husband accused her of abuse during the divorce. That's why she couldn't run for the high commissioner.” 

Charles nods again, a little more stiffly. 

“That's why he chose her, right? Max? Is that why he chose Anne?” Daniel whispers, scared that the people filtering into the villa will hear him. 

This time, the other man doesn't react. “Listen, Daniel, what are you asking me for? You know him better than anyone in the world. Better than he knows himself, even.” And that's about the only confirmation Daniel needs. 

[neetily]

Hurry Up! - KINKTOBER DAY 23 (RAREPAIR) - (SDV) Sebastian & Haley

— ✧ warnings: Public Sex, Hair Pulling, dom seb, Drool/Saliva, petname princess, Creampie, Friends With Benefits — ✧ word count: 1,471 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Sebastian tugs on her hair hard enough to cause a yelp to rip through her, her pretty manicured nailed hand flying to cover her mouth as she scolds him in a hushed tone to "Hurry. Up!" Her legs shaking with his unfair thrusts, half bent against the wall with her ass stuck out for him to bounce into, and her hair surely left a mess that she'll have to fix with her pocket mirror with all of his possessive grabbing and pulling. He scoffs at her reprimand, pointedly pulling her hair just a little bit more to remind her whos cock she's squirming on, gritting his teeth at the lewd mumble falling from her lips. It's not Alex's cock that's making her feel so good, like how many of the town assumes. But his. His fat leaking cock is the only one she'll beg for, just like she was a few minutes prior at the saloon bar, pretending to ask for computer help in their secret code to fuck.

"I'm tryin', princess." He huffs, equally trying to keep his voice hushed enough to remain hidden in the secret back area of the saloon but fuck if Haley aint tight. Hugging his cock so well, leaving him a little breathless if he's honest — which he's not. Attempting to keep up his dominant attitude for Haley's sake, knowing that she likes it when he's rough and greedy, but it's difficult when her princess pussy sucks him so well. Especially in public like this, the danger of getting caught being sent right to his leaking tip as he imagines the horror of everyones faces when seeing Miss Haley getting railed by his unassuming self. Though, he knows better than to force Haley to endure that, part of their friends with benefits deal being to keep it a secret. He doesn't mind, enjoys the taboo nature that comes with fucking miss popular, snapping his hips up particularly well as she struggles to keep herself composed, her legs wobbling with his every thrust as a sign that she's close.

"Nuh-uh-" He whispers, leaning over her pretty ass to pant directly down her ear. "Not yet, don't you dare." His tone warning, the resulting whine from Haley letting him know that she's aware of what he means. She's dangerously close to cumming, clawing at the old wooden wall to distract herself from how fast Sebastian fucks his cock into her, how full his fat length makes her feel, but she really is a princess after all. Body getting exactly what she wants regardless of her muted moans. Her cunt tightly choking his cock with need for his seed, her eyes rolled back with her head that Sebastian instantly takes advantage off. Latching on, greedily holding and squeezing at her hips as he tongues at her neck, grumbling when Haley gasps "Don't leave a mark! Idiot!" The same old spiel, but he teases her with little nibbles here and there because she likes it. And he knows she likes it by how tight her cunts gets at the grazing of his teeth, trembling on his cock so nicely that his hips stutter into her hole. The soft wet squelch of his desperate fucks filling the room, mixing with his heavy breaths and the barely there creaks of the old floorboard. He can't focus on anything else but how cute Haley sounds when trying to hold back though, bouncing her ass back against his cock to speed up the process.

There's just something about the way Sebastian fucks her so uncaringly. Unrelenting in his thrusts, unbothered about the mess he leaves her in, fucking into her like it's both his first and last time he'll ever be treated to her cunt. It's so good. Slick gushing from her cunt and coating his cock as a show of appreciation for how rough and rude he treats her, unlike how every other fuck has treated her before. All teeth and nails, fucking her ass back as much as he humps into her, her body feeling weak enough for him to have to hold upright else she's liable to fall into the puddle of pre below her. Mind numb as a result of being treated as nothing more than a hole, Sebastian's fast fucks convincing her to let go for a moment and to just feel good. The dirty emo pervert truly fucking her dumb, even if just for a moment, her cunt threatening to cream his cock if he just goes a little faster, a little deeper. Coaxing her back on his cock with the soft coos of praise he utters against her in-between his own sighs of pleasure.

"Doin' so good princess." he hums, and though she generally loathes the nickname under normal circumstances, something about the way Sebastian drawls it with his eager fucks has her wetter than ever, muffling her whines for release by covering her mouth with her palm like the good girl Sebastian's cock forced her to be. She'd even beg if she were able to, but having sex next to mutual friends disallows even the smallest squeak in fear of getting caught. "Gettin' s'tight. Fuck, you wanna cum, yeah?" He slurs and she can feel the mark of saliva trickling down her neck he leaves. Gross. Hot. Like in the way that cheap motels are. Filthy, dirty, but heavenly after a long hard week. A guilty pleasure of hers, quickly nodding yes! as Sebastian takes to circling his cock inside of her, grinding his sensitive tip right against her sweet spot the way he knows she likes. Not tender at all, but fraught with need, his cock trembling, balls aching to release inside of her pretty princess cunt to leave a reminder of himself. That, and he doesn't think leaving a bigger mess on the floor than he already has would be appreciated by Gus, and he surely can't stain Haley's clothes. "Kay, c'mere." He huffs, roughly forcing Haley to stand upright, her cunt tighter at the new angle and he instinctively fucks a few times into the feeling before settling into a deep and slow pace. One he matches with a finger against her slit, stroking tight circles on her puffy clit that leave her shaking.

Her voice is strained, all high pitched and fuckin' pretty. A reminder to himself as to why he keeps coming back to her, cute moans for him to keep going. "Seb! Ah- Jus' like that-" She cries, turning her head to look more directly at him with her chest shoved against the wall. She's not sure what comes over her, and Sebastian is just as confused for a second, though quickly collects himself and stutters his hips into her little cunt again. They stare for a moment, taking in each others almost pained expressions until Sebastian gives in the little that Haley refuses, always chasing and looking after his princess as he closes the distance. Kissing her lightly, not enough to commit to the act but enough to push her off the edge which subsequently causes him to shoot his load into her convulsing cunt too, drowning in each other for that split second of care.

All messy but quiet. Swallowing each others moans as her cunt swallows his cock, fucking his seed into her tight hole as she presents herself for his taking, shoving her ass back against him that he obsessively squeezes. Haley chokes on a loud moan, silently gasping at how good it feels to finally cum, her insides wrapped so nice and tight around Sebastian's cock that he's forced to hide his own groans against her neck, salivating all over her skin just to try and shut himself up while he fucks himself to completion. Milking inside her pretty cunt, marking her from the inside since he's disallowed to do so on the outside.

They stay like that for a while, Haley doing her best to fix her hair once she's calmed enough and Sebastian propping himself up with a hand flat against the wall, waiting for his cock to settle. "Thanks for the uh... Computer help." Haley breathlessly adds, cringing at the wet feeling dripping down her thighs. Nasty man, she thinks, but she can't deny that it feels satisfying too.

"Anytime." Sebastian nods, letting his cock slip free from her cunt as he softens enough to let her wobble away, dragging her soaked panties back up just to leave them even dirtier than they were before with his leaking cum. "And I mean it." He whistles, sorting himself up as she walks away without even a second glance back. Causes him to smile, hands back in his hoodie pocket as he attempts to think of a believable enough lie to tell his friends as to why he was gone for so long.

[leclerced]

Imagine, fans going crazy that lando follows someone who does only fans. Then on stream someone asks him about it and he’s like “considering I was in some of the vids it would be kinda rude not to follow her” and they don’t believe him “wait here, I’ll go grab her” and she is ready to defend her man

STOP i literally got an idea for a fic where one of them is dating a cam girl but my idea was she’s anonymous, doesn’t show her face at all, so her and bf make sex tapes and laugh ab how no one knows its an f1 driver and his wag. i was thinking red bull seb, like him and his girlfriend having a secret porn blog on tumblr before it was banned?? he’d be so into it, knowing everyone in the world wants to fuck him and his girl already, but also the dirty secret that is their sex tapes are floating around all over the internet? thousands of notes on every post? they love the attention. i know that would be way before onlyfans but i miss pornblr. i have another similar idea i wanna talk about but its unrelated so if yall wanna know lmk.

i love this though. lando’s just like friends with benefits with her or they're actually dating maybe ?? he asked if she’d ever wanted like a costar for her home films. she says she’s thought about it, people have requested it, but she's happy with lando. plus it’s hard to find someone to work with that she trusts and is attracted to and he’s immediately offering himself up. they’ve done like three videos together, all of them with him holding the camera as he fucks her or she sucks him off so they can keep his face out of the shots. it’s been awhile since she posted them, like months, but they’re still her most popular videos.

gonna pull straight from the stream and how his friend asked if he’d ever thought about doing onlyfans and it sounds like little lando says “i’d do it.” but imagine instead he says, “oh yeah, i’ve done it.”

queue everyone freaking out asking what he means. they're all saying he hasn’t, there's no way possibly could have. someone in chat mentions the cam girl he follows, and someone in stream reads out her name. lando's like "yeah that's her!" they start taking the piss out of him because no one believes it. they're teasing him about crushing on her and waiting for the follow back. he just says he'll be back and mutes himself while he goes off cam for a minute. they all go silent when he returns with her in tow and pulls her down into his lap. she waves at the camera then leans in like she's going to kiss him so the mic will hear her clearly and says, "i can confirm he has done it. also i follow him back off my private account not my business account."

she was already popular, but her page is suddenly number one because everyone wants to see how lando fucks. wouldn't be too hard to find either since he's the only one on her page. his team tries to scrub it from the internet but he can't find it in himself to care, even when sponsors threaten to pull funding because they don't want a porn star tied to their brand and image, even if its golden boy lando norris and his hot as hell girlfriend.

[captainnameless]

if u happen to find the inspiration i absolutely adore how you write seb and little charles. some hurt/comfort would warm my heart and i feel like charles needs it after his austria weekend

“Sit.” Sebastian says, voice direct but not unkind, guiding Charles down onto one of the kitchen chairs.

He goes, semi willingly but not without a whine, defiant pout set into his features.

It’s rare for Charles to be this disobedient, but not entirely surprising, the recent Ferrari struggles bound to take a toll on him, and more so the little guy. It’s been hard to get Charles to open up about it so Sebastian hands him a little sketchbook that Charles has used before, a pen stuck to the side of it. “Try.” Sebastian says, then scoots Charles chair closer to the table, to make it easier for Charles to write if he wants to, but also to hopefully hear if Charles gets up. There’s been a handful of times where Charles had managed to escape the tweaked time out and Sebastian tries to limit temptation.

He uses the oven timer to set it to 10 minutes and then leaves, gives Charles the privacy if he wants it, waits for the “Daddy, stay!” just in case but it stays silent and so Sebastian moves back into the living cleaning up little bibs and bobs.

The timer going off has him moving back into the kitchen area where Charles has already closed his little book again, but the pen is no longer attached so Sebastian figures Charles must have used it.

The younger boy seems less tense, even if there’s tears swimming in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Come here, sweet boy.” Sebastian hums, pulling a chair out too to sit in before allowing Charles to scoot his chair back and climb into Sebastian’s lap as the tears start.

“I know,” Sebastian soothes, rocking them gently. “You’re ok.”

Charles cries, then cries some more before wiping his face on his sleeve and re-burying it in Sebastian’s chest. The elder barely catching the muffled “Daddy.”

“Hmm?” Sebastian asks gently, hand carding through Charles’ hair. “Did the book help?”

Charles nods against his chest.

“Do you want Daddy to read it?”

Charles shakes his head, followed by a mumbled “No, thank you.”

The little book made its way into their lives a couple years ago, something that helped Charles with his feelings when talking about it didn’t always work. Charles had always been artistic, and being able to write about it, or sketch out his anger helped. Sometimes Charles wanted Sebastian to read it and sometimes he didn’t. Today, he didn’t.

“Okay.” Sebastian hummed, gently grabbing Charles’ face and pressing a kiss to his nose. “Okay. You feel better?”

Charles nods mutely, blinking up at the German.

“What do you need?” Sebastian asks, pressing another kiss down onto Charles’ face.

“You.” Charles mumbles, then adds “Cuddles.”

Sebastian smiles. “I can do that.”