#tot!seb

[lost-in-fandoms]

okay but hear me out

Daniel and Hulk are friends and like to go to bars for trivia night and more or less just cause chaos and usually they go with Kevin and (a very long suffering) Sebastian, but this time Kevin is on a date night and Seb Has Had Enough so they have to find someone else. And Nico is like, hey I have this coworker he's fun and a bit of a nerd I bet he'll want to join! And Daniel is like yeah sure it's whatever, just make sure he brings a friend. And Hulk asks Max, who brings Alex.

While they are just drinking they all click so well, Max is a little shy at first and Daniel does his best to make him laugh and Alex is just hilarious and they are having so much fun! And then the trivia starts and Max and Alex suddenly transform. Alex is a menace, keeps trying to cheat and distract other tables while also having sudden bouts of genius for random answers, and Max is like hyper focused. He bats Nico's hands away every time he tries to get hold of the pen or the paper and rolls his eyes at Daniel several times because Daniel is giving dumb answers.

And Daniel is a bit annoyed because he's even worse than Seb, but at the same time they're winning? They never win and he loves winning, sue him. Daniel and Nico mostly just chill after a while, matching Alex's shenanigans and watching Max being a nerd, and it's still okay. (And maybe Max looks hot with his lips pursed like that and this cute little frown on his face and his intense eyes.)

And then it comes the last question, and Max doesn't know and Alex doesn't know either, and he keeps trying to spy the other tables but they all have clocked in on him by then. Daniel is not even paying attention, but he notices Max's displeased frown and is like come here tater tot (he's been calling him increasingly annoying nicknames for an hour just to entertain himself) lemme see. And Max lets him because it's not like Daniel can do any damage since they don't know the answer anyway.

But Daniel knows the answer. Because Daniel has super obscure random knowledge that just lives in his brain sometimes, and when he says the answer Max is like yeah sure mate whatever just write it down, because he thinks Daniel is just guessing. But Daniel isn't! And he's right and they win and Max gives him this wide eyed surprised look before smiling the biggest smile and then he says sorry for doubting you let me buy you your next drink. And Daniel peacocks for a bit because he likes being appreciated, and then they spend the next of the night almost ignoring Nico and Alex and talking and laughing and somehow having inside jokes already how is it possible you met three hours ago. Freaks.

And then Daniel takes Max home and they fuck nasty.

Have a good day.

[sloanesallow]

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.”

[mrd0ll]

[OUTFIT #IDK for Husogi! n4]

[After playing with my friend, "Pressure" on roblox, I HAVE TO DRAW HUSOGI WITH THIS OUTFIT :D]

[With some extra with some characters heh]

[Husogi with Seb, Husogi with submachine gun and with a squiddle ToT]

[My avatar on roblox vs the drawing lmao]

[Husogi belong to me!! ^^]

[thecjwelford]

≈ rise ‘n’ shine. with @damianesco

Was there a better meal than breakfast? CJ supposed lunch and dinner were top contenders, and brunch, and the not-as-popular ‘linner’ he and Emery tried to get off the ground a few years ago, much to Wren’s chagrin. ‘It’s just a pre-dinner snack, you morons’ she often said, before proceeding to tell them off for snacking before dinner time anyway.

But breakfast had pancakes. And waffles. And those hash brown potato tater tot things. 

The best place to have breakfast in Blue Harbor was, hands down, Rise ‘n’ Dine. It was probably the whole exclusivity of it all; limited tables and limited opening hours meant it was more often than not running on a ‘first come first serve’ basis and, though not necessarily competitive, CJ relished in nabbing a table before others.

He had just managed to snag the crème de la crème of seats — the singular corner booth in the small space — stretching out across it to give the impression he was waiting for other breakfast diners to join him. Seb wouldn’t be up at this time, and Lainey was like, busy girl bossing and shit, and his siblings were busy with their jobs and kids and lives, so he had to just pretend. He could maybe claim that the six people this table could seat were all having the exact same breakfast, in the exact same way CJ preferred, right?

However, it didn’t take long for the waitress to crack onto what was going on, claiming he had ten minutes to prove at least one other diner would be joining him that morning before he got kicked out. In a scramble, he noticed a guy waiting patiently to be told if a seat was available, whistling at them to grab their attention, beckoning them over. “Yo, dude. Wanna be my best friend for like, two minutes to get the waitress off my back?”

[quimichi]

Who's your fav marriage candidate?

Mine's seb

hmm...tough question...I have a list tho haha

Ghost, Nanami, Caelus, Boothill oh damn König...so many ToT

[unonyx]

Seb Slams Crash into a woll

fun comm for Seb and crash ^^ (i do not know their @s ToT) 

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[sewellove-deactivated9782]

it’s always rainy in Singapore, pt 2 — one shot

The MC88 Series Masterlist

mini summary: seb’s last dance under the lights of singapore didn’t end too badly … basically the smut that didn’t make it into the first part

word count: 3.0k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! original character x sebastian vettel, fluff, smut, teammate-cest, mature

part one / part three

It was no longer Sunday night. It was the early hours of Monday morning. She had finally made it back to her hotel room and had just passed out. The day finally catching up with her. Her body falling easily into a deep sleep. It had been an adrenaline-fuelled day, all day long. The conditions of the track and the weather has been extra strenuous on her and it had taken all of her to not fall asleep on the drive back tot the hotel room. 

She heard her phone buzz waking her up from her sleep momentarily. She knew who it was. She knew what the text said said. She didn’t even bother to check it. She just closed her eyes once more. Waiting for him to knock on her door. 

A mere few minutes passed before she heard a quiet knock to her door. 

“Hey,” she said softly as she opened the door to find her teammate leant against the wall, 

“you ok?” he asked receiving a nod from her in response as she stepped back to let him in. His eyes never leaving her as she closed the door behind them. They knew they had to be careful. No one could ever find out. It would ruin both of them. She was one of the few women racing in F1 and it couldn’t be tarnished by the press finding out that she was fucking her teammate. Her married and four time world champion teammate. But it was almost as if their team made it as hard as possible. The team always put them as far away from each other as possible. Different floors. Different hotels. Opposite ends of the same floor if they really had too. It was almost like they knew. 

“I’m just tired,” she said leaning back on the door, looking at her feet before glancing to him, 

“did you manage to get some sleep?” 

“a little,” she nodded, “you?” 

“no,” he said with a shake of his head. He hadn’t slept. He would sleep later. 

She didn’t ask why he hadn’t. She knew. She knew what he had been doing and she didn’t want to think about it. Him telling his wife he loved her. That he missed her. Telling his kids that he loved them, that he couldn’t wait to be home, and getting them to tell their mother that he loved her. Telling them to give her a kiss from him. Then, moments later, texting her, telling her that he would be there in five minutes. 

It made her sick to her stomach what they were doing. It went against everything she stood for. Everything she hated about her own father. Everything that ruined her childhood she was now doing to another little girl. 

They never spoke about it. Never spoke about what they were doing. Maybe because they knew it was wrong. 

“Do you just want to sleep?” he asked looking to her. Her eyes heavy and longing for sleep. She just gave him a nod of her head in response. 

He held his arm out to her pulling her into his embrace as she stepped into him. No matter how strong she was, no matter how many times she told herself she shouldn’t, she still crumbled in his arms. It was almost as if in that moment nothing mattered. Nothing apart from the two of them in that moment mattered. She forgot about everything. Everything that was causing her grief. Everything that was stressing her out. Nothing mattered. She just focused on his heartbeat, matching hers to his. He rubbed her back holding her close. Resting his head against hers as she rested her’s into the crook of his neck. 

He whispered to her between kisses to her forehead, to her cheek. Telling her how well she had done that day. That he was proud of her. That she should be proud of herself too. She couldn’t reply. She wanted to but the words didn't come out. Her mind and her body still overcome by sleep so she just held him tighter never wanting to let go. 

It was moments like this that she wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t allow herself to love him. Those three words would ruin everything. 

He placed another kiss to her forehead resting his chin upon her head. 

“Let’s go to bed,” he said taking her hand squeezing her hand gently as they made it over to the bed in her hotel room. 

He let her hand go. His own falling to his side as he watched her get into bed and lie down right where she had been sleeping before. He watched her for a moment. She was beautiful to put it in the simplest terms. She took his breath away every time he laid eyes upon her. But he couldn’t have her. That’s what he loved. He loved the risk. The desire. The longing for something that he couldn’t have, something that he wasn’t allowed to have. 

But he did.

She held her arm out to him asking him to join her. 

He could never say no to her. He would never say no to her. 

He laid down beside her letting her lie against him. The thin sheet just about covering them. It was still hot, still humid, but it didn’t matter, she wanted him to hold her as she slept. He placed his arm around her shoulder holding her close as she rested head in the crook of his shoulder. 

He placed another kiss to her temple wishing her sweet dreams. The words just falling from his lips. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t the woman he loved. She wasn’t the woman that had given him his two daughters; his whole world. She was just his teammate. His teammate that he had fucked because he was drunk because he had had a bad race. But he still said it. He still meant it and that he thought was more wrong than anything else. He cared for her. He loved her even though he would never admit it and that was something that his wife would never forgive him for. She would never forgive him for the feelings he felt for his teammate. 

They could’ve laid like that forever. Just the two of them. All that mattered in that moment was them. Just them. 

Mia was hoping she would have just fallen asleep. But she couldn’t. She was sure tired enough, but her mind wouldn’t let her. She was still half asleep for god’s sake but no matter how much she tried she couldn’t drift off. Her mind wasn’t even racing. She wasn’t really thinking of anything apart from perhaps one thing. Ever since he told her he was retiring she had been dreading Abu Dhabi. The f1 world would be loosing a great, a legend. But, selfishly, couldn’t help but not want that day to come. She didn’t want him to retire because who else would fuck her mercilessly after a bad day at track? Fernando definitely would not be. 

There wasn’t many more moments left. They had five races left and maybe that was why she couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to have to let him go. She wanted to be in his arms forever. 

She placed a gentle kiss to his chest as she run her hand across his stomach. Her fingers dancing across his shirt. “Mia,” Seb said, his voice deep and raspy. She ignored him and started placing tiny kisses along the collar of his shirt. Her lips brushing gently against his skin. 

His skin warm at every touch. His skin so soft. She couldn't help herself. This could have been one of the last times. 

Her hand dipped under his shirt. Brushing her fingers across his bare skin.

She could feel his heartbeat start to race. 

“Mia, you can't do this to me,”  

“i’m not doing anything,” she hummed placing a kiss in the crook of his neck. She felt his heart skip a beat as a small moan escaped his lips. 

“Don’t play with me, Mia,” he warned. 

She just let out a small giggle. She could feel him getting turned on. 

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” he asked taking her hand in his stopping her momentarily from teasing him,

“not anymore,” she hummed. 

He caught her eye. He held her gaze. Looking at her. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but he could see the desire. 

In a matter of moments he was above her. Looking down at her. With one of his knees either side of her. She let out a gasp. He had her wrists in his hands pinned above her head. She could feel her chest rising. She could feel him getting hard, pressing against her. 

She writhed under his hold. The feeling in her belly growing. The insides of her thighs tingling from anticipation. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked. He was brazen. His accent stronger as it always was when he aroused. She could see the lust in his eyes. 

She just nodded. 

He leant down pressing a rough kiss to her lips, 

“Say it,” he almost growled into her ear. 

She let a small laugh escape her lips. She wiggled against his hold. His hands wrapped around her wrists. His knees, thighs, his bodyweight keeping her still. 

She leant forward. “Gently,” she murmured into his ear placing a chaste kiss to his cheek before her head fell back to the pillow. She was too tired anything for else. But she wanted him. She needed him. 

He leant down. His eyes never leaving hers. They were dark. Lustful. Full of longing, full of desire. His eyes always failed him. Always betrayed him. They were too easy to read. To know exactly what he was thinking, exactly what he wanted. 

And in that moment he wanted her. He was going to have her. 

“I am always gentle with you,” he said with a grin appearing on his lips,

“no your not, Seb,” she said only just above a whisper as she tried to stop her lips curling into a grin. She felt almost intoxicated. She wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of sleep or if it were him. But she had never felt so happy, so content. She felt loved. She felt on top of the world. 

She pressed her lips together trying to stop the laugh from falling from her lips. She held his gaze. Looking at him looking at her. 

She paused for a second and he took that moment to kiss her. Crashing his lips against hers. She let a moan slip from her lips. She couldn’t help it. He kissed her with so much passion. With so much desire. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was so much more than just that. 

He let her hands go. Immediately one was pulling at the hem of shirt. The other lost in his hair. She felt that her heart might just burst out of her chest it was beating so fast. No one had ever kissed her so good. Made her feel the way he did and maybe that’s why she kept coming back.

He sat back on his heels. Pulling his shirt off over his head. 

She just stared. Her eyes full of hunger. Desire. 

He ran his hands down her body. Toying at the hem of her shirt. Their team shirt. The green against her toned tanned stomach. He pulled it up and off over her head. She leant forward to help him. 

He pressed a chaste kiss against her lips before pushing her back against the bed. He looked at her. Running his eyes over every part of her body. Memorising her body, every part of it, as if it were the last time he would ever see it, because maybe it was. Maybe it was the last time he would ever see her like this. Laying underneath him completely at his mercy, giving all of herself just for him. He wanted this moment to last forever. He never wanted to forget this, never wanted to lose this. 

She was perfect. Every part of her was perfect and she was all his. For this moment time she was all his. 

He moved, kicking off his shorts followed by his pants before kneeling back at the end of the bed. Running his hands down her legs causing a shiver to run down her spin. “Seb,” she said as a small moan left her lips. He smirked to himself pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before hooking his fingers under her pants and pulling them off. 

He parted her knees, settling himself between them. He ran his hands up her thighs towards her knees. The wrong way. She could feel herself growing more and more restless. She was too tired for his games. For his teasing. For all of his little touches. She was ready. She was wet.

“Seb, c’mon,” she groaned gripping the bed sheets beneath her as he placed kiss after kiss to the inside of her thighs. Her knuckles forming into fists. He watched her. A smirk on his lips. He loved watching her squirm. He loved watching her beg, but he wouldn’t tonight. She was too tired and he was growing restless himself. 

He leant down pressing his lips to hers. A sloppy kiss as their tongues danced as she moaned against him. As she tried pushing her body against his trying a relieve some of the pressure that was building between her thighs. 

He dug his fingers into her hips pushing her back down against the bed. “Seb,” she cried as he dropped his hand to her cunt. Rubbing his thumb over her clit. “Please.” 

He nodded drawing his lips to hers again as he positioned himself against her entrance. 

She let out a gasp as he pushed inside her. “Fuck, Seb,” she moaned as he paused momentarily letting her adjust to him. All of him. 

She was never ready. No matter how many times they fucked it always felt like the first time again. 

“Good girl,” he murmured under his breath as he placed a messy kiss to her forehead. He could taste the sweat that had started to bead along her hair line. It was hot and he could feel himself sweating as he started to thrust in and out of her. Long thrusts so far he almost pulled out before pushing back into her deeply and slowly.

“Seb, fuck,” she hummed as he pushed into her again. There was no feeling quite like it. She couldn’t explain it, god, she couldn’t even control herself. 

He took his time making sure that every thrust counted. That every single one felt like her world was collapsing. Every time he pulled back she almost cried. The feeling that he was about to pull out completely, tearing her apart. Sometimes he would pull out completely and he would kiss her as a cry left her lips. Then he pushed back in so slowly that there was so much pleasure that it almost felt painful. 

The feeling in her belly continuously growing. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

He rested his forehead against her. His sweaty curls against hers. Groans escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. Thrusting in and out of her. She could finish just by the sounds that left his lips. The short little grunts he made every time he pushed inside her. They were almost animalistic, but they made something deep inside of her set alight.

A few mere minutes passed before they were both reaching their highs. They were both exhausted from the day so it didn’t take much to push them over the edge. 

“Seb,” she cried as he thrusted into her once more. She clenched around him as the feelings inside of her erupted. She felt him cuming inside of her too. The feeling of him ejaculating. It made her feel complete. It made her feel whole. As if some part of her before had been missing but now it was filled. She felt a shiver running across her body as she bucked her hips up into him. She heard him moan against her shoulder. Swearing her name as he bit down into her shoulder, riding the last of their highs as he thrusted into her for a final time. 

He almost collapsed on top of her. His arms were shaking. He looked down at her placing one last messy kiss to her kips. 

She smiled into the kiss. She had never been happier. Never felt so good. She could’ve cried.

He pulled out of her before falling down beside her. She hummed, letting out a little giggle as she moved her head to look at him. She watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took, as did hers. She was still struggling to catch he breathe, as was he. He never looked so beautiful. She loved it when he looked like a complete mess. His sweaty curls starting to stick to his forehead. 

“Happy?” he asked turning to look at her as he ran his hand through his hair, 

“yes,” she nodded with a smile on her lips before placing a kiss to his chest. He watched her. Watched her every movement. He still couldn't grasp it. He didn’t understand how he had managed it. How something so beautiful so pure was all his in that moment. That she had chosen him just like had chosen her. That she had chosen him to witness her at her most vulnerable state.  

He could have said it right at that moment. That he loved her. 

But he didn’t. 

He bit down on his lip stopping himself. Wanting to completely forget the thought. 

He didn’t love her. 

“Stay, please,” she murmured. Her words breaking his thoughts. He just nodded wrapping his arm around her. Pulling her closer. 

He never had any intention of leaving.

[bwoahtastic]

stepmom nico needing to pick seb up from the nursery because he got sick and tot is stuck in an meeting. And to the surprise of everyone (yes even seb) he only wants to be held by nico and cuddle with his mousy, wolfie and mama. Even when papa toto comes home seb will not move away from nico and even start crying so hard that he gets sick when toto tries to take him away from mama. For more drama its the frist time seb calls nico mama. After that he will not be seperated from nico for at least a week, nico even has to take him to work with him where seb first meetes kimi.

totally unrelated but Seb will probebly grow up speeking german so nico will be mama or mutti (very old fashioned) and toto will be papa or vati (again very old fashioned).

Oh plss!

Seb being sick and nico goes to pick him up expecting whiny cub who wants papa! But then he shows up and Seb,is whining and making grabby hands for Nico and clings on like an octopus!

Seb being so clingy and keeps whining for mama the moment nico even dares to get more than a metre away from him! Nico will happily fuss over him and smiles any time Seb calls him momma! Pls he is so excited and a little proud seb,even wants him instead of Toto👀

Also seb talking quite a lot of German to Toto and Nico 🥺 and him calling them mutti and vati pls so cute!

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

If it comes out tomorrow that red bull broke the cost cap, Merc McLaren and Ferrari folk, don't be hypocrites.

Merc did illegal tyre tests with both Nico and Lewis and pirelli in 2013.

McLaren, just google Spygate. I promise you won't be disappointed. It's the biggest sporting fine in history for a reason.

Ferrari, 2019 ring a bell?

And breaking the cost cap doesn't automatically mean any team cheated, y'all are forgetting that not all the money goes towards development or paying employees, like cars have to be fixed after crashes and I don't know about anyone else but I'd rather them break the cost cap to ensure the car is still safe for the driver post crash. And I for one am curious about Mercedes' report considering how many engines Bottas was given last year (it was literally joke by the end of the year 😭😭).

If you're calling for drivers' to be punished in regards to this (I don't regardless of which team is affected, the drivers aren't the team's accountants. It has nothing to do with them), I hope you also believe that Lewis and Nico should've been disqualified in 2013, that Lewis and Fernando should've been disqualified in 2007 and that Seb and Charles should've been disqualified in 2019. Or do you just want Max disqualified because you don't like him and the spotlight is on red bull right now because thanks to Tot and Ferrari they're believed to be one of the teams to break the cost cap? If that's the case don't try to take the moral high ground because you're Anakin Skywalker at Mustafar near the end of revenge of the sith right now.

I'm standing by my drivers, if their teams fucked up I will be absolutely pissed. Same goes for the drivers I don't actively support/am indifferent to. Again, breaking the cost cap doesn't automatically mean cheating but I can already see the conspiracies. If red bull are in the clear but alpha tauri isn't, I'm not even going to go into the tags because I already know the conspiracies I'll find. Notice how nobody ever accuses McLaren, Aston Martin or Williams of cheating to assist Mercedes who gives them their engines or the same with Haas and Alfa Romeo who get theirs from Ferrari. I wonder why I don't actually, I know why.

[castillodeleon]

An Unserious Serious Conversation Who: Leo and Seb What: The two have a talk about Sebastian's relationship. Where: The Castillo Deleon residence When: May, 2024

A/N: Mentions of @rebecca-anderson & @salvadorquiroz

Leo began packing his books into his bag along with some Pokemon cards gifted to him by Henry and some board games he had begged his father for. Even though his birthday was three months away, Leo already had a long list of games he wanted and was excited about playing with Henry and Jason when they had the chance.

"You're the only kid I know that packs books for a sleepover." Seb bit into his apple and leaned against their dining room set. "Isn't that a little heavy?"

"That's not true. You know Henry and Michael Sin. Literally, all my friends are giant nerds."

Seb almost choked on his apple and laughed. "Excuse me?"

"We figured it's best if we embrace our natural selves. Me, a possibly queer boy from San Fransico who reads at a college level, loves spreadsheets and Dungeons and Dragons. Henry, the language and arts wizard with an emotional quotient that would shame just about anyone, and Jason---he's just cute. I don't know. I've got nothing, dad."

Seb shook his head. "Speaking of, will you be asking Jason to the summer soiree? I hear Mr. Escobar will be chaperoning."

"Meh. Dad, I don't think he sees me that way and Uncle Thomas says that's okay and I can move on when I'm ready. Maybe we'll do a group thing. Henry refuses to talk tot he girl he likes and Jason is too busy trying not to go to summer school for third time in his academic career. Do you think that'll be weird?"

"Um, I don't think so. You're all still so young. Not saying I didn't try to date in middle school but there's a lot that comes with all of that."

Leo nodded and zipped up his duffle. "Trust me I know. Xavier is getting us all sundaes today and Winter is going to come with us to the comic book store in town before we grab dinner and go back to Henry's house. So, you can call me on my cell phone or text me. Don't set the house on fire while I'm gone."

"Who's the kid again?" Seb walked back into the kitchen to toss the core of the apple into a trash can. "And Winter will make sure you all stay together?"

"I'm 12, dad not 4. Besides, Winter is really mature for her age. " He smirked. "Are you going on a date with Rebecca or Salvador tonight?" Leo was curious about the information his dad had given him last month and now that they've done the appropriate research, Leo understood it better.

Seb smiled as he began the dishes. Xavier would be here any minute to pick Leo up but he wanted to answer any questions his son would have for him. "Both of them." He shut off the water for a moment and reached for his dish towel to wipe his hands. "Did you understand what I meant the other day when I said I was dating them both?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I understand it better now. I think. I just wonder what it's like to be in love with two people. I know you're not in love yet but when it happens, like will it happen for both of them at the same time?"

"Um, that's a good question. I'm going to say maybe not. Maybe in a perfect world it would but I feel like it's very possible for me to love them both at the same time at some point which is why I'm in the relationship to begin with. I see them both as two individual people but at the same time, it's like being with one person so all the rules o f dating still apply."

"Huh. What about when it gets more serious? Will you marry them both?"

"Perhaps. But it's too soon to tell any of that. Again, if it does get more serious, it would be a strong consideration. Is that something you'd be open to knowing more about?"

"Yes." Leo replied quickly. "I like seeing you happy. That's what matters most to me but I also want to understand it all. Do you think they like me?"

Seb reached out for his son and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "What's not to like?"

Leo shrugged. "I know, right? I'm delightful." He giggled and looked up at his dad. "Do you think people will say mean things about you all?"

"It's possible. People are unpredictable but I do know that there are nice people and there are mean people. I can't change that or their mindset but if I'm happy and Becks and Sal are happy and YOU are happy, I feel like we'll be okay."

Leo took a moment to take that all in. "You know they're like really rich, right? like Henry is rich but they're rich rich. I looked up their profiles. It wasn't hard..."

"Whoa...Lee. No hacking my boyfriend and girlfriend, okay? I know them pretty well by now. There isn't anything you've discovered that I don't know. I promise. We're open with one another like that."

"And they're okay with us having a savings fund for new brakes?" Leo asked genuinely, not wanting to sound unkind. He was just a realist.

"I mean, they don't know about the needing new brakes part but they're not opposed to dating someone middle-class. Would it make you feel better if I brought them here for a dinner date? And you can join us. You can bring Henry as your emotional support friend."

Leo nodded. "Yeah...that would be helpful. I want them to see our house and maybe they can play Scrabble with us."

"Maybe." Seb wondered when he could make that happen.

"If they don't care that we eat out of takeout boxes and play Scrabble on Sundays and have a brake fund then they're great in my book. They already make you happy, dad." He looked over his shoulder when he heard the doorbell. "That's Xavier. Do you want to come out and say hello?"

Seb nodded and ran a hand through his cirls. "Yeah, I do. You know, your uncle Xavier is the reason I met Sal and Becks. And your aunt Cel."

"Yeah, aunt Cel was ready to kidnap you and throw you to the auction." Leo giggled again as he shouldered his bag. "That was funny."

When they headed out the door, Xavier was standing in front of a car he's never seen before and Seb let out a low whistle. "Whoa. Riding in Style!" He did the Fresh Prince handshake with him as Leo and Henry began their banter about Pokemon. "He knows now."

Xavier arched a brow and looked over his shoulder at the chatting boys. "Oh yeah? Good. That's good, Seb. You deserve all of this. And I happen to know Sal and Becks are excited about you three." He extended his hand to shake Seb's shoulder slightly and then chuckled. "I gotta get Winter before she kills me but tomorrow you can tell me about your date and we can chat some more when I drop Leo off."

Seb nodded and then knocked on the passenger window to get the boy's attention. "Be good! listen to Xavier and Winter!"

Xavier rolled his eyes playfully, before placing his sunglasses back on and getting into the driver's seat. "Should have left it at Xavier. Winter is too bossy as it is." He smirked and asked the boys to put their seatbelts on before driving off.

Seb pulled his cell phone out and text Sal and Becks asking them if they wanted to do Sunday dinner at his house and yes, they were still on for tonight.

[sillylittleravenpuff]

The sillies

LOOK AT THEM SHKK

I love picrew

Also I can lowkey imagine Seb being really handsy when jealous. Like- oh you're looking at MC? Mkay lemme get in view.

I need to write an HL fanfic istfg.

(Also if you like HL pls pls PLS like my stuff, I wanna find more of my people ToT)

[rizz07]

This was a brilliant race!

Max winning after a long pitstop due to a faulty wheel gun.

Fernando p7 after being involved in a massive crash, with his car trying to lift off and hitting the wall.

Seb leading the race. Having a terrible pitstop. And still managing tot p8

Kevin getting points in a Haas on old tires after his p9

And we had multiple battles on track

Edit: and how could I forget Charles going from p12 to p3

[rebrandtdebibls]

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Het college van Almere heeft besloten om het rijksconvenant Schoon en Emissieloos Bouwen (SEB) op 1 juli samen met het Rijk en andere gemeenten en partners te ondertekenen. Almere heeft de komende jaren een omvangrijke bouwopgave. Bouwprojecten zorgen voor een groot deel van de uitstoot als het gaat om stikstof, CO2 en fijnstof. Als ondertekenaar van het convenant beschikt de gemeente de komende 5 jaar over een rijkssubsidie om samen met de bouwers te werken aan innovatie en verduurzaming van het bouwmaterieel. Wethouder Alexander Sprong: "Ik ben heel blij dat we onze woningbouw- en klimaatambities kunnen waarborgen met deze subsidie. Door te investeren in nieuwe technieken zorgen we voor minder stikstofuitstoot bij bouwprojecten en kunnen we blijven bouwen. Door onder andere bouwers te ondersteunen bij de investeringen die zij moeten doen om hun werktuigen en bouwprocessen schoner en duurzamer te laten zijn, zorgen we dat er minder geluid, stof- en dieseluitstoot is bij bouwwerkzaamheden. Deze verbetering van de luchtkwaliteit draagt bij aan een schonere leefomgeving voor Almeerders en het veilig stellen van bouwambities voor onze woningzoekenden. Daarnaast geldt er vanaf 2030 een landelijke stikstofdoelstelling. Op alle  fronten is hier sprake van een win-win situatie." Wat houdt het convenant Schoon en Emissieloos Bouwen in? Almere doet er alles aan om geen vertraging van de bouw van woningen op te lopen door stikstof afkomstig van de bouwprocessen. Maar het wordt steeds lastiger om aan de eisen te voldoen. Het Rijk werkt samen met gemeenten, provincies, diverse branches van de bouwsector en kennisinstituten om de bouwprocessen te verschonen en te verduurzamen. Eén van de instrumenten om dit doel te behalen is via het rijksconvenant Schoon en Emissieloos Bouwen. Wat levert het convenant SEB voor Almere op? Schoon en emissieloos bouwen is in 2030 verplicht. Behalve via wet- en regelgeving kan de gemeente ook als opdrachtgever voor bouwwerken en werken in de openbare ruimte een impuls geven aan verduurzaming van de bouwsector. Door strengere emissie-eisen te stellen in de gemeentelijke projecten en de inzet van emissieloos materieel. Verduurzaming van de bouwsector vraagt  echter grote investeringen in het bouwmaterieel, de randvoorwaarden en bouwprocessen. Door het rijksconvenant te ondertekenen wordt voor de gemeente Almere een subsidie gereserveerd voor 5 jaar tot maximaal € 1.000.000 per jaar om de meerkosten daarvan in projecten te compenseren. Op 1 juli 2024 zal gemeente Almere het convenant samen met het Rijk en andere gemeenten en partners ondertekenen.

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im freeeee i'm finally on break yall ToT

my cats have colds rn tho :[ this morning seb had a lil fever and all he wanted to do was sleep but when we came back he seems to feel much better rn but still a bit sneezy :]

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Die geheim van die Suid-Afrikaanse Revolusie is om te weet hoe om minderhede te ontplooi en gepas op minderhede te fokus.

Tema: Die geheim van die Suid-Afrikaanse Revolusie is om te weet hoe om minderhede te ontplooi en gepas op minderhede te fokus. Thomo: die eerlike radikale DA is meer werd as die mooiste toespraak.; Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. Brant. Wat dink jy van die ervaring van die Suid-Afrikaanse "Waarheid en Versoening"-kommissie? Chris: Dit was die pad vorentoe, alhoewel ek daarmee bedoel dat alles wat gedoen moet word gedoen is en moet voortgaan. Suid-Afrika moes egter van swart setlaars en wit setlaars bevry word van die knypers van die Anglo-Saksiese, Afrikaaner, skelm mentaliteit, so kenmerkend van Angel-Saksiese rassisme in die algemeen dat dit beide Boere en Katare as konsentrasiekampkulture beskou. Die hoeksteen van die kommissie "ryk aan die Boere en die Anglo-Saksiese en Kathare" word gevind in die idee van bevryding van die koloniale slawerny haat van homself die rede vir die Keiserlike kolonie en die twee Anglo-Boere-oorloë vanaf 1810- 1910. Wat ses eeue van godsdienstige Suid-Afrika gedoen het, is om almal na die drumpel van 'n multikulturele samelewing te bring, protestantse godsdienstige Katare-protestante en radikale Gereformeerde Protestante wat uit die Franse inkwisisie gevlug het. Maar nadat jy naby laasgenoemde gestop het, moes mens weer gaan lewe. Chris: Wat die Suid-Afrikaanse ervaring ons leer, is dat die oprigting van die goue kalf die feit dat hy 'n "gediskrimineer was vir ses eeue" in die geskiedenis van die wêreld dikwels die een wat die voorwerp van so 'n ongeluk was verplig om te wil afskud bloed, dit maak nie saak wie se bloed nie, ongelukkig amper nooit dié van sy laksmanne nie, amper altyd dié van 'n derde party, dit maak nie saak wie nie. Trouens, die goue kalf het voortdurende opofferings nodig om te funksioneer en dus nuwe slagoffers , wat hul kele afsny met die doel om die offergod goed te hou. Binne die opofferende ekonomie neem die wil tot versoening, in die wet wat deur antieke monoteïsme gegenereer is, die vorm aan van die wet van vergelding en die gees van wraak-anargie EFF- en SEB-wette. In die mate dat 'n mens nooit die transendente op jou eie dood fundeer nie, vind die vestiging van die heilige plaas met die opoffering van iemand anders Suid-Afrikaanse ekonomie. Wat Suid-Afrika deur die "Waarheid en Versoening"-kommissie wou vermy, is wat die Suid-Afrikaanse ervaring van dié van 'n land soos Israel onderskei. Trouens, state wat hulself primêr as opofferende onderdane definieer, verskyn ook dikwels as onderdane vol haat, onderdane, dit wil sê, wat nooit kan ophou om offerdood na te boots en derde partye die som van wreedhede toe te dwing waarvan hulle eens die versoenende slagoffers was. .

Daar is 'n eienaardigheid wat die ANC-bourgeoisie spesifiek van al die vorige heersende klasse in Afrika onderskei: in sy ontwikkeling is daar 'n kritieke punt waarbuite enige verdere toename van die middele van sy mag, en dus bowenal sy kapitaal, slegs bydra tot maak dit toenemend onbekwaam om politieke mag uit te oefen. "Agter die groot bourgeois ANC is die proletariese EFF."