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can. can i just say: i love clora's tits. like, genuinely. love the way you draw them. so nice and big and pillowy. good LORD please shove them in my face I AM SO GAY AAAAAAAAAAA. okay, i'm good. thank you for your time.
#we know its you seb youre not fooling anyone get off anon#ask#i just got this like half an hour ago and u better believe ive never answered an ask so fast LMFAOO had to draw this#im glad u also like cloras badonkers im also a big fan and wanna motorboat her for days#LMFAO#me🤝🤝seb🤝🤝this anon
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me 🤝 this anon:
https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/758477144418664448/i-know-that-the-richard-armitage-gifs-arent-of
this is so real, like i'm just bombarded of thoughts where chris has been feeling needy and horny (celebrity long-distance is just what they're used to) because he only got a a small taste of his busy baby so he still wants craves more 🥴
now i'm imagining a scenario just after the met gala where they have a quick meetup before seb dashes off to another press con or whatever in the morning and chris being too sleepy and groggy to give him a proper goodbye, only fully wakes up with a bundle of seb's clothes from the night before. a physical reminder of their lovemaking, the way they were so desperate to have each other that this expensive piece of clothing got left behind and discarded so they can have each other skin to skin.
...anyway this is the part where chris jerks off to the thoughts of what they did yesterday as those memories sear into his head and fuel him until the next time they can see each other again 😌
For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.
related to this ask, which goes back to these gifs
An excuse to look at Seb's Met Gala look again, lol
But, OKAY, you said "a bundle of seb's clothes" and my brain went into pure fucking static mode. I have one thought about what Chris does with those expensive, left-behind clothes...
So, jerking off/masturbating, fantasizing, bed/clothes humping, etc.
The second time Chris wakes up the morning after the Met, he's alone in the hotel room booked underneath Sebastian's personal assistant's name. The first time he woke, it was earlier and it was because Sebastian's alarm was going off and Seb was sleeping next to him, their bodies curled together, clinging and hot beneath the sleep-mused sheets. And they had slotted their lips together to trade kisses carelessly before Sebastian even bothered to reach over and silence his damn phone. It didn't matter. They were going to milk every last minute they could get together, dammnit, even if the last little bit they had together involved morning breath, squinty eyes, and one very unhappy, blaring alarm on the nightstand. Whatever. So be it. They'll take what they can get.
Now, the second time around, Chris has none of that but the heat. His own body heat, of course. He runs hot in his sleep and is a morning shower-er because of it. But, also, he's left with just the heat because... well... it's all centered between his legs, if you know what he means.
He's hard as shit this morning.
Jesus Christ.
Chris blows a frustrated breath out of his slightly-open mouth, shifting enough to spread wider on the queen mattress that felt too small last night. It's too large this morning, he needs another body. He wants another body.
Sebastian's body specifically.
The thing is, he's not surprised by the fact of his dick being ready to fucking go, he's surprised by the sheer intensity of it--he's hard-hard. Like. Teeth grinding, jaw clenching, throbbing hard. Feel in his balls hard. The kind of hard that tells him he either was dreaming up filthy shit as he slept or he rolled over onto his stomach at some point and started humping the mattress in his sleep.
Although, with sweat gathering under his arms and between his back and the sheets, Chris doesn't really give a fuck why he's so hard, how he got so hard, or if it's shocking or not. Instead, Chris' energy is on how he just fuckin' needs to do something about it. He's gotta. It's a crying shame that Seb isn't still here, his body offset by just a few measly hours. He had some of Sebastian last night after the Met but not enough. He can never get enough of Sebastian. He can have him again and again all in one night and it still isn't enough, he's waking up hard and wanting even if he's pretty sure last night he was fucking out of cum, it was that good. He's fucking insatiable when it comes to Sebastian. How could he not be?
Just as Chris is bemoaning his morning wood, debating on what he wants--should he roll over and luxuriate in the hotel soft sheet that smells like Sebastian, fucking his hips down into the plush bed? Should he prop himself up against the headboard of the bed and jerk off slow and tight like how it felt for Sebastian to ride him last night? Should he get into the shower and let the steam carry him back to a different memory, when they foolishly believed they were done and could finally rest, cleaning up but... not? Should he trust his legs and stumble to the front door to press himself against the door, one hand around his dick and the other on his own chest, pretending it's Sebastian groping his chest and using his wicked mouth to tell him about his tits? Should he just say fuck it and roll onto the floor where they fell before managing to make it to the bed? Options, options, options. All of them sound good, none of them as great as it was last night, making filthy, desecrating memories, but that's because they lack Sebastian.
Before Chris can lazily make any real decision, his hand uselessly cupping himself through his tented, worn-thin sweatpants, his body makes it for him. A breathy moan has him turning his head to the side, getting more comfortable, and his eyes fall on the open closet next to the bed. Sebastian's lengthy, heavy, dramatic coat from last night is still hanging there. His equally jeweled, heavy slacks are thrown over the rod holding clothes hangers (and subsequently the hanger with his jacket). And... his shirt is missing in action.
Chris spares half of his single brain cell to look down and around the floor, vaguely curious. Where the hell could it have ended up? Chris doesn't even remember how Seb got out of his clothes without shredding them, the way they were going at each other last night, much less remembering how any part of his outfit got hung up. But, he finds the deceptively simple, exorbitantly priced black shirt just over the side of the bed, rumbled on the floor.
If Chris is kidding himself, he picks it up thinking about how it can't be good for the expensive fabric to be wrinkled and heaped into a lump like that. But, if he isn't kidding... he picks it up because, fuck, he needs a piece of Sebastian. Anything he can touch. He was here and then gone and he isn't coping well. He wants Seb like his lungs burn for oxygen at the end of a drawn-out, full-chested moan.
The fabric quickly warms to his body temperature, soft and light in his hands. Chris likes sensation. Velvet and crushed corduroy and silk and--
This.
Sebastian's shirt squeezed in one hand, making a fist around as much of it as he can fit, feeling it desperately, intensely, trying to recall how it felt draped over Sebastian's body meanwhile his other hand gropes and squeezes his own cock.
There's something about it, lying back on the bed, kicking his legs wider apart, touching himself through his sleep pants, and bringing that black shirt that he knows was pressed tightly up against Seb's chest up to his own chest, leaving it in a heap against his bare, hairy, inked chest that gets to him. It wears him down. He throbs harder, grunting as his arousal works its way into his heart, stabbing him with its heated insistence. Chris leaves that shirt on his chest, close to him, reminding him of his lover who he's desperate to feel, for a pathetically short amount of time before scooping it back up and moving it. This time, not holding it in only one hand but two.
He cups Sebastian's shirt in two hands and imagines that it's hot from Seb's body, freshly stripped off of him, smelling strongly of his dark, alluring cologne, and not wrinkled from a night of abandonment on the floor but still molded to his shape. He pretends fantasizes. Chris yearns. He wants. And he drags that poor, innocent shirt down, down, down to hold it against the blazing, aching throb of his cock through his sweatpants.
Chris groans.
He's barreling forward now, he doesn't have time to wonder what the fuck he's doing or investigate how strange and perverse it is, he's just going. Thumping his head back against the pillows, arching his neck, and thrusting up against the shirt balled up around his cock. It's good. The friction. The build-up that started in his sleep burning hotter now that he's conscious. The overflowing way he misses Sebastian yet has his touch fresh in his mind to draw back on and make this feel even stronger. It's all enough to make him moan to himself, getting off alone in this hotel room, carried on waves of lust that want to wash him out to sea.
He's gonna drown.
He wants it.
"Seb," falls breathily off his lips and stains his neck as the sound drips down slowly like thick, hot honey. He's flushing so badly. Blushing across his cheeks, of course, but also pink from his hairline all the way to his chest--his hard nipples--because he can't help but imagine if Sebastian somehow was here, if he forgot something and had to rush back from the airport to the hotel, missing his flight because of it, scrambling, knowing he needs to hop on the next flight out, only to burst through the door and find his boyfriend not sleeping sweetly and soundly as he'd expect still so early in the morning, but squirming on the bed they shared last night, rutting against his shirt and moaning his name, getting off so hard on fucking nothing. Somehow still horny despite how they went at it like animals last night. What the fuck is this? Sebastian would be instantly distracted from all else, faltering with his eyes wide and dark and his tongue drawing across his bottom lip as he forces himself to keep silent, watching intently from the entryway as Chris can't take it anymore and peels his sweatpants down and gets his cock out. Bluntly. Brazenly. Foolishly thinking he's still alone while really putting on quite the fucking show--grinding urgently, desperately, rutting his bare, leaking, embarrassingly hard cock against Sebastian's worn shirt as if it's some fucking stroker or sex doll not just a shirt.
Chris swears to himself, broken open by how debauched his thoughts and actions are. Still, he can't help himself.
He keeps fucking going, going, and going. Each drag of his cock against Sebastian's shirt is better than the last. His sweat is building up and layering over itself, getting him wet, making him feel like butter melted in a pan over the stovetop--sizzling. He can't stop.
Oh, god.
It's good. It's hot. It's, it's--
It reminds him, suddenly, guttingly, of whispered rumors of dirty, bad men told in private. Words pressed into ears, raising goosebumps, hidden behind cupped hands. Gossip that drips down your spine and pools inside you, wrong but... helplessly intriguing at the same time. Intoxicating. A fly caught in a honey trap.
He feels like a dirty, bad man taking--thieving--some poor lady's worn panties and smothering himself in them, burying his face in the tiny, pretty, white-cotton underpants and fantasizing about her body, not her clothes. Picturing, filthily, how sweet and sensitive she'd be. How she'd moan and squeal and take it in a tight fit, pinned down. And as horrifyingly arousing as the nasty, vile comparison is--appealing only with his inhibitions lowered to the fucking ground, stupidly turned on and horny, not in his right state of mind--he can't quit. And, further, he makes it worse. He makes the comparison all the more real as he tilts his head to the head, thrashing side to side for a helpless, breathless moment before settling and pressing his blushing, burning face into Sebastian's pillow. He shamelessly inhales a chestful of his scent and leans that much more into it. He doesn't just rut against Sebastian's shirt as if it's a pillow conveniently held between his legs then. No. It's even more crude. Worse. He wraps Sebastian's worn shirt around his cock and defiles it.
He can't stop moaning and rutting--fucking the shirt, too dry and hot and hurting but so good--not until he's splattering his tight, clenching stomach and that goddamn shirt with his own cum, gasping, chest heaving hugely.
Jesus fuck.
Immediately, as he barely keeps his head above water between the waves of orgasm, Chris feels like he's never going to recover from this. It's so dirty. It's depraved. He... he's so shocked he just did that.
What the fuck got into him?
#asks#fandomfluffandfuck#chris evans#sebastian stan#evanstan#rpf#real person fanfiction#bottom sebastian#bottom seb#top chris
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U & ur anon should become career advisors for (involuntarily) retired F1 drivers
me 🤝🏽 seb anon: managing seb and jenson
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Seb and Michael are so ?? That’s his childhood hero and he met him and became friends and he still absolutely sees him as his hero
i am very very affectionate towards them so much and no matter how much I get aggrieved by some seb fans I will never hate him because he has been a ferrari driver(tm) and he Knows(TM) what it’s like for all us mortal fans to see stars in our eyes when it comes to schumi….and the fact that he did become friends with Michael and still now! he too still has stars in his eyes!! I love that about Seb a lot
#as ames have pointed out#me 🤝 schumi 🤝 seb 🤝 ames 🤝 my other hand#and in the middle of the circle is God Himself#maranello.ask#anon
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Charles is q freaking drama queen and I love it. I mean, I think I would expect (maybe not one THIS big but) some kind of gesture from Charles if Sebastian was retiring but he’s... Not? I mean, you’ll see him on the grid next year little man, calm down and dry your tears. By the way, did Charles ever have a helmet design for another driver (like Jules or Anthoine maybe)? And did any other driver have a helmet design for their teammate (apart from losing them or them retiring)?
I had a feeling he’s going to do something as a grand parting gesture but... an entire helmet design apparently dedicated to Seb? Again, that wasn’t on my bingo card.
Aahsdjkf I mean it is a little dramatic but also... I get it? You and me both, Charles. Also like... he must’ve been planning this for a while because --- I don’t know much about this so correct me if I’m wrong --- surely you can’t just slap something down in Photoshop and show this to... whoever makes your helmet and go “make this for next weekend pls.” Right? Idk how long it takes to make a helmet (and also I believe they have several sets of each? Or maybe several sets of their standard design and one special one, idk. But I definitely remember watching Valtteri’s driver’s room tour and him having three helmets out and mentioning how one’s a spare and the others all have different visors fitted for different conditions) but I imagine it would require some preparation beforehand, right? Honestly I should probably look into this more...
I get that they don’t design the helmets from scratch themselves, that they have people they work with that do it for them, but you have to have at least a concept to give to the guy designing it, right? Some ideas of your own?
And yeah, I genuinely can’t remember this happening ever before --- a driver dedicating their helmet design to their teammate who is leaving the team (or at all, actually, but you’re right, it would be more understandable if he were retiring or as a sort of tribute.)
And I know there are people out there who think this is all PR and bullshit and we’re trying to project and that they’re probably neutral about each other at best but... Fuck? Dedicating your helmet design to someone just to... keep up the act or for publicity purposes...Well. Idk chief.
*insert Bernie Sanders meme here* I am once again asking for a helmet swap 🙏🏻
#replies#anonymous#sebchal anon#me thinking logically: oh nice gesture from a younger driver to a legendary driver he's always admired#me thinking not so logically: declaration of love declaration of love declaration of love#we'll start by holding hands 🤝🏻 ich liebe dich 🤝🏻 helmet design dedicated to seb = declaration of love#helmet watch 2020
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Alright, I know it's just one gif set by someone but I don't care. I'm adding him, this is my list I do whatever I want
Nico 🤝 Me 🤝 You 🤝 Max 🤝 That anon who's dating a Seb 🤝 Yuki 🤝 Pierre
Never beating those we fucked older men allegations 😔
(Someone I want to add to the list but don't have much evidence for is Seb. Like you can't tell me he didn't fuck some old men in his Red Bull Twink era)
hahha you are my most dedicated to fact checking anon
and of course!! seb is THE old man fucker of our times please let us not forget our history!!!
#blorbocedes ask#seb and his old men#aka mark webbah christian horner THE michael schumacher#he invented fucking old men#and now he's the old man <3 re: sebchal smick etc
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I am so sorry alphaT anon here . Was so depressed drunk after monaco between charles and daniel don’t even remember what I asked you. Guess I was talking about perez signing up with rbr extension and the pierre rumor of him wanting to leave from a team that is under rbr + there was a source that said he actually already signed + that’s when the first agenda against DR started spreading . I guess he is aiming for the mclaren seat since merc is out of question. If seb leaves end of season mick would move to am (going by the snide takes from gunther) which leaves one AT and one haas seat open . Let’s say alex pushes rbr to move him to AT which now leaves daniel with haas and a william .
I do not know what is worse him moving to AT (test car for rbr) or haas (which honestly again as # 2) . How I wish renault was still an option le sigh . Sorry this ask is in so many parts .
Like pato is definitely staying with indycar and wet wipe herta is just not there yet to become a driver I heard he doesn’t even have his super license yet (or that’s old news idk) so the immediate answer would be someone else experienced on the grid . Going by what jenson hinted partnership end is just around the corner . So mid season swap ?
Also in general when do we usually hear about the 2023 roaster ? I cannot remember because for odd reason last year 2022 leaked like way too early.
Again feel free to ignore this ask im just dumping everything here because overthinking.
first of all, me🤝you: going through every possible scenario because we’re spiraling.
i personally don't think there will be a swap this season (or at least i hope so) because if we look even pierre isn't really having a good season either, so i think it'll just be a risk mclaren aren’t willing to take. i also don't think daniel would want to go back to alphaT mainly bc it's redbull's second seat and he's just not gonna go back to where he started.. so yeah. if he doesn't find another seat i don't think he's staying. ( although for me, looking at haas this year i kinda don't mind him going there) but we'll have to wait and see i guess.
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you 🤝 me
zero respect for vettonso
Anon me and my Simi besties are having a discussion about how to undo that slap from Seb's peach, send atom displacer/time machine vodka.
#fuck this shit#that finn never touched that peach in front of the cams who does he think himself?#enemies to besties to lovers?#over my dead body 😤#😂😂
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Seeing Charles with kids is not only cute but also it drives me feral. So I can't stop thinking of how Seb would obviously be looking lovingly as we all do, but also when they go back home, he will be a bit more rough than usual, possessive and will be coming inside of Charles because seeing him all happy and excited is such a turn on and they would need their own baby (mpreg is not my thing though, but if anyone wants to go there so be it).
🤝🏻 You and me both, anon.
It's that awkwardness that comes with, like, not being a parent yourself, where you're still kind of tentatively approaching the baby/child and not being sure what to do, exactly, how to hold them or what to say or how to entertain them, and even just not being sure how the kid will respond to you, but also his inherent sweetness that comes through in these interactions. He has no idea what he's doing but he's trying and it's just 🥺😭🥰💖
And yes, it would absolutely get Seb both all endeared and also incredibly horny, lmao. I mean the urge to procreate is rooted in biological impulses, so of course he's going to feel possessive and want this with Charles, even if it's just in a bedroom fantasy/roleplay context. Like, the idea of them making a baby that's theirs, Seb doing that to Charles - and, I guess, on the flip side, the things Charles is willing to do to give them a child, it just takes the intimacy of their relationship to a whole new level. And yeah Seb being rougher than usual is hot but have we considered Seb being soft and tender and encouraging and full of praise?
Or idk at least that'd be my take on the scenario. I actually ended up writing a ficlet that kind of explores this sort of thing, just as a writing exercise. It's probably not as hot and sexy as some other people's takes, but if anyone wants to read it, let me know!
- L
#answered#anon submissions#50 shades of sebchal#kinky fuckery#<- i guess that's a tag now#tw breeding kink#tw pregnancy#(kind of)#i mean i have a lot of bean-related pregnancy thoughts but i won't go into it here since anon isn't into that sort of thing so fair enough!
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I'm back bestie! As I said my list my rule but anyway here's the piece of evidence if anyone's wondering
Nico 🤝 Me 🤝 You 🤝 Max 🤝 That anon who's dating a Seb 🤝 Yuki 🤝 Pierre 🤝 Seb 🤝 Charles 🤝 Nyck
Never beating those we fucked older men allegations 😔
(But the allegations are beating our ass)
I saw One (1) de fries and Toto video and I was sold. locked and loaded and send it. fucking your way into a Merc seat is so much more respectable than doing a goddamn PowerPoint presentation about it (ahem)
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Updated list as of 30 August,2022, 07:52 am local time
Nico 🤝 Me 🤝 You 🤝 Max 🤝 That anon who's dating a Seb 🤝 Yuki 🤝 Pierre 🤝 Seb 🤝 Charles 🤝 Mick
Never beating those we fucked older men allegations 😔
💀😭😭 bestie this is like half the grid... it's true tho...
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the fondness in the baku helmet caress will be my undoing
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You and me both, anon 😫 Please, the open unbridled affection... the way Seb's smiling wide enough under that helmet for his eyes to crinkle up at the corners...Why does he just gently reach for the chin part of Charles's helmet and tilt it in his direction so they're gazing in each other's eyes... They drive me insane, they're sick for this 😍
#replies#anonymous#baku my beloved <3#wait if bahrain was the og cheek cradle. and now we have baku. does that mean we're getting a significant sebchal moment in budapest...#i've cracked it <3#sebchal anon#sebchal asks#azerbaijan gp 2021
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not seeing Vettel in red feels wrong
This! 😔 Especially for me, like...I started properly watching F1 at the start of the 2015 season I think? So...Ferrari Seb is kind of all I know. The green is...nice. Again, I like the car, it’s nice to see some emerald green in the paddock again but...it’s just not the same. And it’ll definitely take some getting used to. I think I’m going to need a moment once they all come together for testing in Bahrain and the contrast between Charles’s red and Seb’s green will become obvious and unignorable. When they pull out of different garages and have different colours by their names in all the infographics on the screen...I feel uneasy just thinking about it. And it might seem stupid, like some kind of disenfranchised grief, but it’s totally valid to feel that way. It’s a big adjustment. Some people have embraced it readily, others will need more time. And I’m right there with you, anon 🤝🏻😔
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