#seb <3

[formula1sillies]

Guys. Guys. It's almost 2 am and I didn't sleep much last night and LOOK at what pinterest just threw at me

Little seb 🥺 hshwjsususisjxhe why am I so emotional. Genuinely teared up. Look 😭at 😭him😭

[sugarcoated-lame]

BITING MY FIST OH HOW I LOVE MY OLD MAN oh how i want to grow old with him and suck his d—

this post contains smut, 18+ minors dni!

SEB MY BBY, MY LOVE 💗💗 sorry i’m responding to this sooo late 🤦‍♀️

but AAAAAAAHHHHH 😵‍💫 i swear that man only gets finer with age !!!! like joel has always been gorgeous, but 60s joel…

the longer curls that are more gray than not, the READING GLASSES 🫠 that one pic of him with his hands on his hips..… pls i’m climbing the walls

what i would give to grow old with him too, living a nice, peaceful life in jackson and of course sucking his dick 🤭

it often happens when you catch sight of joel tinkering away on some electronic or working on his wood carvings. seeing him sat at the table, hunched over and deft hands working overtime, deep brown eyes fixated on whatever he’s working on, brows furrowed in concentration. those reading glasses that make him look oh-so distinguished perched on the strong bridge of his nose and falling just a little.

you don’t know what it is, but that sight does something to you.

so much so that it often ends with you slinking your way onto his lap, blocking his view of whatever project he’s working on and drawing a sigh and a grumbled ‘darlin’ from joel.

which leads you to sheepishly bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent of pine and leather and something you can quite decipher that’s just joel, and begin to trail your nose along his skin before stopping to lay a few soft kisses there.

whispering against his skin, “sorry, you just look so pretty like this—“ with another gentle kiss to his adams apple that makes him shudder beneath you, big hands dropping whatever he’s holding to grip onto your waist. “just wanna love on you.”

and well, joel certainly can’t argue with that. his hands squeeze your sides just a little more firmly, signaling you to come out of hiding in the warmth of his neck, your head lifting so that your eyes can meet his.

he reaches a hand up to the side of your face, calloused fingers trailing softly along the smooth skin of your cheek before making their way to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss so gentle it makes your head spin. his soft lips pressing against yours so tenderly as though he’s scared he might break you, the hand in your hair keeping a light grip so as not to pull you further into him, just to keep you right there where he wants you.

pouring all his love into you in the best way he knows how to without words.

joel’s tongue lightly traces the seam of your lips, asking for permission that you happily grant him. your lips parting with a quiet sigh that he swallows down as you feel his tongue reach for yours.

your arms wrap around his shoulders as you shift in his lap, hands squeezing the strong muscle beneath the soft fabric of his flannel as your own tongue turns hungrier, your kisses growing needier signaling to him that you need more. those reading glasses of his that you love so much knocking against your nose as you try to pull him closer.

pulling back only when the need for oxygen calls for it, you meet joel’s dark chocolatey gaze, his eyes dilated with a hunger that you’re sure your own eyes match.

softly, your hands reach up to lift the glasses off joel’s nose and remove them from where they frame his face, your lips moving to kiss the bridge of his nose as you blindly reach behind you to place them on the table.

trailing sweet little kisses along his nose and his stubbly cheeks, along the corners of his mouth but never quite letting his lips catch yours when he tries to shift to reach them.

joel’s breaths are becoming heavier as you continue dotting kisses along his skin, moving to his jaw where your lips catch the little patch in his beard, and down to his neck as you slowly begin to slide your way down his body, your kisses following downward too over his clothed chest and belly, continuing your descent until you’ve found yourself seated between his knees underneath the table.

you lay a gentle kiss to meat of his thigh through his jeans and joel looks like he’s about ready to combust.

one of those rough, strong hands that you love so much reaches out to tangle in your hair as you teasingly palm the growing bulge beneath the worn denim. gripping tighter when your nimble fingers release him from the tight confines, his impressive length hard in your hand and the pearls of precum that leak from the tip leave you drooling.

a strangled groan that sounds a bit like your name leaves his lips, joel’s fingers tugging at your strands when he finally feels your mouth on him. just a soft, teasing kiss to his tip at first, then a kitten lick to the slit and you can’t help the contented hum that escapes you at the slightly salty taste of him.

and when you take his length between your pillow soft lips— done teasing now, swallowing down as much of his length as you can — joel knows he’s a goner. knows he’s not going to last long when you’re moaning around his cock like that, the vibrations and the wet warmth of your mouth driving him wild.

head spinning as you look up at him from between his thighs with those pretty eyes of yours, shining with unshed tears when his tip hits the back of your throat.

and as he spills into your mouth and feels you hum around his length when you’re granted with the familiar heady taste of his release, joel is already thinking of all the ways that he’s going to return the favor.

hehehehehe 🤭

so ummm …. i’m fine !

no but seriously, this is the first smutty thing (and honestly first thing i’ve written in general) in MONTHS so i hope it’s not terrible!

thank you so much for sending me this ask my lovely seb, and inspiring me to actually WRITE something hehe 🥹 i love you and i love our old man so much, i hope you enjoy these thots about him 🤭💗💕💗💕

[jup1t33r]

@anemptyflask brought to my attention that seb used to drive with a lucky pig toy when he was in karts:

(taken from: The Times, Reddit)

so like... hey, what the fuck? the *tepig*???? i'm going crazy. this was entirely on accident. i need to sit and think about the implications. i can't even think of a drabble bc my brain is breaking.

[zorosdimples-archived]

If he can’t get your pants off in the moment do you let him suck your fingers instead? (I apologize i am sleepy and have no filter)

sebastian reclines on the couch—thighs spread apart, feet bouncing, black polished nails drumming on his knees. his head is thrown back and the obsidian mane that often obscures his visage halos it instead, all his sharp features on display. he worries with the little silver ball that pierces his tongue when you walk into the room and jolts upward when he notices you.

his eyes are frantic; you know the look all too well. you approach him, standing between his legs, and he doesn’t miss a beat to throw his arms around your waist and to bury his face in your stomach.

“need you,” he muffles into the fabric of your shirt, hands dancing downward to tease the waistband of your pants.

raking your fingers through his hair, you pull him back, studying him. his mouth is cracked open—you can see a sliver of wet pink between his lips.

“no?” he asks, his expression that of a kicked dog.

instead of answering him, you bring your index and middle fingers to the seam of his lips, gently brushing across the vermilion. his eyes go wide—oh—and his heavy breaths warm your fingertips. you don’t have to ask him to open his mouth as he does it on instinct, welcoming your digits home. you press them against his tongue and he hums before licking greedily.

you always find a way to sate his oral fixation, one way or another.

[t0ym4ch1n3]

day 41/?? of low quality simple plan gifs

[iamred-iamyellow]

my exact reaction to knowing seb is at Imola:

[unmistakablyunknown]

okkkkk sooooo 👀

i’m thinking very heavily about rhett fisting his cock when he’s not with sam, especially more recently within the story where they’re practically living with each other, and they spend all their time together. when sam has to go back home for some periods to make up for (begrudgingly) lost time with her family, i love to think that rhett is distraught without her there.

he craves her touch and after a brief goodnight phone call with her, he’s pushing back the covers… and if he gets a pair of her underwear… that’s nobody’s business but his.

i just…. i gotta know your thots on this because rhett pleasuring himself to the woman he loves most, but who he also wants to ruin, is driving me feral 😵‍💫

*heavy breathing*

ok ok first of all, the thought of Rhett being so lost without her around, especially, as you said, they're currently living together and spending every waking minute around one another, that not having her there is almost torturous. And to be honest, the same can be said for Sam, she's lost when Rhett's not around, she doesn't know what to do with herself.

I can see him wanting to tell her something and he turns to speak, only to realise she isn't there and gets a little pouty about it :'(

It's barely been two days, and she'll be back by the end of the next day, he just can't help himself after that sweet, brief phone call, just being able to hear her voice tips him over. She should be there as he hastily kicks the sheets off of his legs, straddling his waist and smiling down at him. But she isn't, so he has to work with what he's got.

And you're right... If he happens to find her underwear within arms reach, it's fair game. I feel like he has a very vivid imagination for this kind of thing and can't help but think of how she'd sound, feel and react if she were there, watching or participating. He'd try so hard to keep quiet, then he remembers another sordid detail and it only makes it more difficult. One hand white-knuckling the sheets or the pillow behind his head whilst the other gets himself off in Sam's absence.

He'd definitely try and drag it out as much as he could, but realistically, he probably hasn't had to get himself off like this since they started getting serious in the late Summer, so he really can't help himself no matter how hard he tries.

I can totally picture him using her underwear to clean himself up, as the only option on-hand for him, though he makes sure to throw them in the general direction of his laundry basket when he's done. Now that he has her though, nothing is as good as when she's actually there, yk?? in the way that he's ruined her, she has very much ruined him too and it's always better when they able to just have each other whenever and wherever they please

[beachbabey]

milfs on the town