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No One to Interrupt

A/N: Request for 32 from the smut prompt list with Sebastian Kydd

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When Sebastian had invited you to a party at Carrie Bradshaw’s house, you wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, with the history you knew he had with Carrie and all but you hadn’t been able to hang out with him properly for weeks so you jumped at the opportunity. And now you were regretting it because all you wanted to do was jump him and judging by the looks he was giving you, he was on the same wavelength.

You were curled up on the sofa, a red solo cup in your hands, your fingers twirling around the rim, tucked in against Sebastian’s side as he kept pressing soft, lingering kisses to your cheek. One of his arms was draped across the back of the sofa and the other hand was resting on your thigh, squeezing every now and then until you pushed his hand off. However, Sebastian was persistent and his hand quickly returned to your thigh, his head ducking into the crook of your neck and pressing teasing kisses to your skin.

‘Sebastian, we can’t,’ you whined, unconsciously leaning into his touch, ‘let’s go back to yours.’

‘I don’t think I can wait that long, baby,’ he said overdramatically, making you laugh quietly so you didn’t wake anyone else up. Most people had gone home after the party, Carrie and Mags had gone to sleep in Carries room and there was no one else in the living room aside from you and Sebastian. ‘Come on,’ he said, taking the cup from your hands and putting it on the coffee table before wrapping both of his arms around you, moving to hover over you slightly, his lips barely brushing against yours, ‘it’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed, if you can be quiet, no one will know.’

‘If I can be quiet?’ you asked incredulously, pulling back to look at him and noticing the smirk on his lips. ‘I think you’ll find you’re the louder one.’

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sebastian knew he had you. You were an incredibly competitive person and Sebastian knew this so he knew that there was no way you were going to pass on an opportunity to prove him wrong. ‘We’ll see,’ you said, throwing your leg over his lap to straddle his waist as you brought his lips to yours.

Sebastian’s lips responded straight away, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you impossibly close, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip trying to coax any sound out of you. In response, you smirked against his lips and ground your hips against him, making his fingers dig into your hips as he stifled a groan.

‘You keep doing that and this is going to be over before it’s even begun, baby,’ Sebastian groaned quietly, moving his hand between your bodies to un-do his trousers and you couldn’t stop the gasp coming from your lips as his hand brushed against your panties. ‘Thought I was the one who needed to keep quiet,’ he said, smirking at you.

‘Shut up,’ you mumbled before pressing your lips back to his. You let your hands wander down his chest before taking over from his hands where they were trying to push his trousers down. You wrapped your hand around his cock and started to pump, swiping your thumb across his tip while Sebastian slipped his hand into your panties and slid two fingers into you, making your head fall onto his shoulder.

‘Do you think you’re ready?’ he asked in a whisper, for some reason, the fact that you both had to keep quiet was turning you on even more and you nodded quickly, lifting yourself onto your knees so Sebastian could line himself at your entrance before you sank back down on him.

One of your hands came to the back of Sebastian’s head, your forehead pressed against his cheek as your mouth dropped open as he started to bounce you up and down, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you balanced. Both of your free hands were intertwined with each other as you both tried to keep quiet.

‘Sebastian,’ you whimpered as he pulled you down on him as he thrust up into you, a strangled groan leaving his throat.

‘I know, baby,’ he panted, bouncing you quicker on his cock as you both fell over the edge, clinging to each other with your mouths pressed together to muffle your moans.

‘Well, I never thought we’d fuck on your ex’s sofa,’ you said, fiddling with his jacket, trying to hold in your giggles.

‘Though at least we managed to prove something,’ he said, smirking as he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

‘What’s that then?’ you asked, smiling against his lips.

‘That you’re the one who needs to learn how to keep quiet.’

[mamaspresley]

take care of me | sebastiankydd

wc 4,926 tw alcohol, smut, fingering summary y/n is drunk and seb takes care of her

“Let’s do shots!” Those were the words that killed you that night. Four tequila shots and the three coolers you’d had prior, and it was all over for you. Up until that point you’d been dead sober, so when your friend was suggesting shots of straight liquor, you were inclined to take a few more than you normally would have.

Only a few minutes later and you were dancing on top of the coffee table, swaying your hips to whatever song was playing a bit too loudly over the speakers. You had a close girl friend with you on the table, the two of you giggling as you danced around. You were having fun, feeling the music and not caring too much about your surroundings. It was a nice change from the constant stress you endured on a day to day basis, so being able to let loose was very much needed.

It wasn’t until you stepped down from the coffee table, your friend dragging you off to find more drinks for the two of you, that you ran into a familiar face -- Sebastian Kydd. He was a nice boy and you saw him around school a lot of the time, interacting in some of your classes. You’d had a crush on him since you laid eyes on him, the new kid at the beginning of the year, and also the cutest. And kindest, most caring, funniest…

You were getting pulled along by your friend, until your shoulder collided with someone and you were forced to let go of her hand, falling into the stranger you’d just literally ran into. Looking up, you realized it was Sebastian, and he realized it was you. “Y/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows down at you. Suddenly you became hyper aware of his hand on the small of your back, his other one on your side. “The hell are you doin’ running around here?” He was laughing, and the smile on his face was enough to make you blush, your entire nervous system lighting on fire.

“I’m trying to find more booze,” you said, not meaning to slur the end of your sentence as much as you had, and Sebastian laughed again as he helped you stand upright. “I ran out.”

“Do you need any more? You seem pretty loaded already.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head with a firm turn. Then you took your thumb, pointing back to yourself as you grinned at him wickedly. “Sober sally over here.”

“Mm… sure.” Sebastian smirked down at you, his fingers brushing against the skin on your side, and mentally you were praising yourself for wearing such a tight, revealing tube top that night. “Then let’s go find you a drink, yeah?”

Happily, you nodded, and you began pulling Sebastian in the direction you were headed in before. His fingers curled around yours sweetly, and once you made it to the kitchen he let you go. He watched as you poured yourself a drink, standing against the counter, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked intimidating, but not to you, just to others around. To anyone else, he looked almost like your bodyguard, and god forbid anyone try to get their way with you.

You were completely oblivious of this, though, as you turned back around with a happy smile on your face. You lifted the cup to your lips, downing nearly half the drink in one go before you offered some to him.

“I’m alright, sweetheart.” He shook his head, unraveling his arms to instead lean them back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge as he looked on at you. “I should stay sober in case you need me to be your knight in shining armour later.”

Rolling your eyes, you blushed as you smacked him lightly. “I don’t need saving.”

“Not yet.” He was right — not even an hour later and you were kneeled over the toilet, throwing every drink you’d had that night back up and into the bowl. Sebastian, who you’d accompanied yourself with for the rest of the night, was sitting on the edge of the bathtub beside you, rubbing your back with one hand while he had his other dug in your hair, fingers twisting around as a makeshift ponytail for you.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumbled after flushing the toilet, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as you tilted your head to look up at him. Your cheeks were pink, maybe from the alcohol but your guess was the humiliation. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see you like this. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I think it’s funny.”

“Well of course you do,” you muttered, sitting back. Sebastian’s hand left your hair as you leaned your elbow against the tub beside where he sat, your head coming to rest in your hand. He chuckled as you groaned in pain, and you felt his hand come to rest on your hair again, and he guided your head down to lay on his thigh. You sighed, resting your head on the side of his leg while he combed his fingers through your hair, and at the bliss you closed your eyes.

“I told you I’d be saving you tonight,” he said softly, his voice light as a feather as he tried his hardest not to encourage the headache you probably had pounding at your skull.

“I know,” you said, moving your arms to fall over his lap too. Now you were sitting completely between his legs, head on his thigh as you were nearly half asleep. “I don’t know why I didn’t listen to you in the first place. That last drink had it out for me.”

“Learning opportunity,” he answered, and you laughed at that before nodding your head. The two of you sat in silence for a while, his fingers playing with your hair comfortingly while you drifted off to sleep in his lap. It was about ten minutes of silence between you when he spoke, waking you out of your slumber. “You okay?”

“What?”

“Were you sleeping?” he said with a laugh, and you found yourself giggling as you tried to tell him no. “You totally fell asleep on me, didn’t you?”

“I was just… taking a quick power nap.”

“On my legs,” he said, and you laughed as you fell back, shoving his knee playfully. “Let’s get you some water then I’ll take you home, how ‘bout that?”

“You have your car?”

“That’s why I’m not drinking. After you nearly tackled me in the living room I kinda figured I’d be taking you home tonight.” He was standing up now, moving to step over you before turning on the tap. You couldn’t get past his previous words. Kinda figured I’d be taking you home tonight. He meant that generally speaking… right?

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he passed you a glass of water. You sat with your back against the tub, lifting the glass to your lips as Sebastian leaned against the sink, his hand gripping the edge of the counter and showcasing the veins running up his arms. You had to peel your eyes away to focus on the water – the thoughts running through your mind were dangerous, and you needed that water now more than ever.

You swished it around a bit before finishing the beverage and handing back the glass. “Thanks,” you said again, and he hummed in response, placing the glass back down on the counter.

“You good to go?” he asked, reaching an arm out, and you nodded as you took his hand and stood up. You’d consumed a lot of alcohol in the last few hours, so when you finally made it to your feet, the repercussions hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Holy fuck,” you mumbled, reaching a hand to your head. Sebastian chuckled, stabilizing you as he held both of your elbows, switching your positions so you were closer to the door in case you collapsed.

“Still feelin’ it?”

“A little bit more than I’d like to admit, yeah.” Unfortunately for you, the part of the drunk you felt wasn’t the fun side of it. All you could focus on was your bubbling stomach and the dizziness in your vision. “There’s not two of you in front of me, is there?”

“Not from my point of view.”

“Okay, well,” you laughed, rubbing your eyes a bit before shaking your head. “I’m good. Let’s go before I throw up again.”

“I’d prefer it in here than on my shoes later,” he said, but continued on opening the door for you anyways. Sebastian led you out of the bathroom, a few confused looks being thrown your way as he held you close to his side while guiding you out of the house. You had to hold your breath the whole way; the wretched smell of marijuana and body odour was doing nothing to help settle your weak stomach.

Finally you made it outside, Sebastian in front of you, trailing you along behind him. It wasn’t until you made it to the sidewalk that you tugged on his hand, a sign for him to stop, as you stumbled off the path and bent over with your hands on your knees.

“Again?” Sebastian said as you waved him off.

“Just… gimme a sec.” So he did, Sebastian stood back, his arms crossed as you were doubled over for a few minutes. Nothing came up, thankfully, and when you stood back up with an exasperated look on your face, Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

“All right.” He led you over to his car, a tiny red convertible that looked like it went a little too fast for your liking, and politely opened the passenger door for you.

“I don’t know if I trust you driving me home,” you said, half joking as you slid into the seat. Sebastian chuckled, closing the door behind you, and didn’t answer until he was in the car with you, twisting his key and starting the engine. “This thing looks a little scary.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, shifting into first gear as he glanced over at you, grinning. “I’ll take good care of ya.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to mask your smile as you felt the car roll forward. He honoured your silent wishes, not going too fast on the ride, but you had to admit, the wind was nice against your flushed skin. It was a shorter drive than you’d liked, and before you could even fully appreciate the moment — Sebastian’s biceps flexing when he went to shift gears; the cassette player singing comfortably out at a volume that didn’t hurt your head; him laughing at you every time you struggled to brush your hair out of your face from the wind — you were pulling into your driveway. The twinge in your heart surprised you, you really didn’t think you’d be so sad to leave. All you had been looking forward to the last twenty minutes was crawling into the comfort of your own bed.

“Home sweet home,” Sebastian said as he cranked on the emergency brake, letting the car idle in place as he looked over at you. “Feeling better?”

“A little,” you nodded, and he smiled, placing a hand on your knee. The action didn’t go unnoticed as your heart rate picked up, and suddenly you felt like you were going to vomit again. This time it was a feeling you embraced, though. “Thank you for taking me home.”

“Of course, it’s no problem.” You thought back to what he said before, about expecting to take you home tonight. You knew that he didn’t mean it in the way you were thinking, but you found yourself a little disappointed he didn’t even advance towards it. You weren’t really one to sleep around — you’d had one boyfriend your entire high school career and never participated in any of those ‘spin the bottle’ games at parties, but there was a part of you that wanted Sebastian. In a way that was foreign to you, but something you couldn’t get enough of.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, or maybe you just didn’t know your own boldness — whatever it was, the words you spoke next surprised both you and him, as they tumbled past your lips quicker than you could stop them. “Do you wanna come in?”

So there you were, standing on the porch, fumbling with your key in the lock of your front door as your heart pounded ferociously in your chest. You hadn’t been this nervous because of a boy in a while, but seeing him lean up against the side of your house with his arms crossed, tanned biceps bulging out from the short sleeves of his white t-shirt, you couldn’t help but feel like you were going into cardiac arrest.

It took an embarrassing amount of time to get the door open. You walked in, Sebastian following close behind, and you looked back at him with a smile. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you joked, turning back around as you heard him shut the door. You threw your keys into a dish on the counter, moving to turn the kitchen light on, and immediately the room was illuminated in a bright white hue. He watched as you opened up the fridge, aimlessly looking inside, and stood back a bit as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.

“I’m hungry, do you want something to eat?”

“I’m alright,” he answered, and you shrugged before opting to find something for yourself. After scouring the cupboards, you figured a granola bar would suffice, and turned back around as you unwrapped it to see him staring.

“What?”

“You need real food,” he stated, raising his eyebrows as you took a bite out of your granola bar.

“I don’t wanna cook a whole meal right now,” you replied, looking at the clock on the stove. “It’s one in the morning.” You watched as Sebastian shook his head, pushing himself off the counter to look through the cupboards. He grabbed a jar of peanut butter, holding it up to you.

“I’m making you a sandwich,” he said, and you laughed. He found the bread, untwisting the plastic wrap. “Go… watch tv or something. I’ll bring it to you.”

You smiled. “My little housewife,” you said teasingly, and he rolled his eyes before throwing the bread onto the counter and grabbing your shoulders, steering you into the living room. So, at your dismay, you took a seat on the couch, switching on the tv while you finished off your granola bar. A few minutes later, Sebastian brought you a plate with a diagonally cut peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it, and you smiled up at him as he sat down beside you.

“Thank you,” you said, taking a bite as he settled in beside you. His arm draped over your shoulder naturally, pulling you in like he’d done it a million times. Except he hadn’t, and the nervous feeling fluttering in your stomach didn’t let you forget. You watched tv for the next few minutes, the silence surprisingly comfortable. You leaned forward to put your empty plate on the coffee table, and when you shifted back, Sebastian’s hand slipped to hold the side of your face, turning your gaze up to him slightly as he looked down at you. His eyes locked into yours before he finally spoke.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, your brain foggy – all you could process was him; his soft blue eyes pouring into yours, the way his lips curled up at the corners, drawing into a smile. His fingers were tangled in your hair lightly at the back of your head, his thumb smoothing over your cheek as he held you with the gentlest touch. His gaze never faltered, he never looked away from you, even when he began speaking again.

“I always thought you were gorgeous,” he started, and you watched as his eyes darted between both of yours. “Prettiest girl in school. First thing I noticed about you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he said, nodding as he moved his other arm to rest on the back of the couch, his head leaning against his hand as he stared down at you in admiration. “Since I saw you. Biggest crush on you.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did. It wasn’t obvious?” You shook your head in response, and Sebastian chuckled. His laugh was beautiful. “I’d think about you all the time. Why do you think I sat behind you in every class?”

“Seating arrangements,” you guessed, shrugging, and the boy smiled.

“No,” he shook his head, “I just liked you – like you, I mean. Present-tense.” He corrected himself and you could’ve swore your cheeks were burning from the smile unwavering on your lips. “I like your smile, too.” He went quiet, dragging his thumb over your lower lip as his eyes followed the trail he made. Then he whispered, “Very pretty.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, voice falling to the same level of noise as his – the only thing you could hear was the tv playing in the background, but you weren’t paying attention. How could you, when he was staring down at you with his piercing blue eyes and his full, plump lips that he shifted to bite down on when his eyes fell to your own.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he asked, voice soft but impossibly raspy, the sound bringing heat to your core as you felt butterflies in your stomach. You nodded, a task that took more strength than you’d like to admit, and the time it took for his lips to reach yours was agonizing but so worth it when you felt his mouth against yours. If you thought his lips looked soft, they felt even better as they shifted against yours, moving in sync while the hand he held on your face trailed down to your jaw.

His slender fingers moved across your skin in a way that set you on fire, like he had struck a match inside of you. His free hand was brought down to your hip, tugging you closer to which you happily obliged. You didn’t even notice when his tongue slipped its way past your lips; everything felt natural and familiar, like you’d both done this a million times. You thought to yourself, maybe it was the innumerable amount of dreams you’d had when you imagined what kissing Sebastian would be like. As for his defence, you could only chalk that up to experience. But if it meant he treated you this good, you were completely okay with it.

The hand that was previously holding your jaw moved to the nape of your neck, pulling you in with a little more force than before, adding some fuel to the fire. His fingers carded their way into your hair, tugging and eliciting a haphazard moan from your end. You felt the curl of his lips against your own as he smirked, and the butterflies that rampaged your stomach only flew faster.

You didn’t feel as sick to your stomach as you did earlier in the night, but the tingling in every inch of your nervous system didn’t really help your case.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You heard Sebastian’s words before you saw them, opening your eyes when he pulled away. The boy kept his hands on you, his forehead pressing against your own as you took the opportunity to catch your breath. He was flushed, a light shade of pink kissing his cheeks beautifully as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones when he closed his eyes. You smiled, fingers digging into the material of his t-shirt on his shoulders.

“Me too,” you mumbled, and the smile on your lips only grew when he opened his eyes to meet yours. He grinned, wasting no time before pulling you in for another kiss. This one wasn’t nearly as rushed but all the more sweet, like Sebastian wanted to get the first one out of the way so he could kiss you properly. Not that the first one wasn’t proper – you’d never shared such an intimate kiss with someone before. The way he made your heart speed up was unmatched.

When the two of you pulled away this time, Sebastian sat back a bit to admire you. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers feeling your soft skin as he smiled dreamily at you. “You still feeling it?” He was referring to the alcohol, you assumed, and you shook your head. “I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re not in the right state of mind.”

“I’m in the perfect state of mind,” you said, not really thinking about your response before it could tumble past your lips. Sebastian smiled at the statement, his eyes moving to study your face. If it were anyone else, you would grow insecure under their stare, your self-consciousness coming to bite back at you. But Sebastian didn’t make you feel like that at all – he made you feel good when he looked at you. Like it was a competition within yourself to fight for what part of you he would stare at next.

“You’re pretty,” he said, his words mindless as he traced his thumb over your chin, down your jaw.

“You said that earlier.”

“Still stands true.” The smirk on his lips had your stomach flipping. “I should get going, though.” Now that made your stomach freeze altogether, not in a good way. In a very, very bad way.

“Why?”

“It’s late, you need sleep, I need sleep.” Sebastian tilted his head to the side slightly, eyes still trained on whatever spot he was drawing over with his thumb this time. The frown on your lips didn’t go unnoticed, and Sebastian’s eyes were shifting up to meet yours. “You don’t want me to go?”

“Not really,” you said in a mere whisper, like the admittance was a secret you shouldn’t be exposing. But Sebastian was glad you said it.

“Me neither.” Then he was kissing you again, and you were melting into his touch. You swore by the end of the night you would be a mere puddle on the couch. All the emotions he was prying out of you couldn’t be good, you didn’t like the feeling of the unknown. And this was definitely a foreign feeling.

But he was kissing you, and he was kissing you so good, too. His lips were full, soft, working expertly against your own as his tongue danced gently in tune with yours. He brought both hands up to cup your face, holding you like letting go was the last thing he wanted to do. Your fingers were wound deep into the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him impossibly closer, until he was practically on top of you, which you didn’t mind too much. It turned messy quite fast, your tugging relentless as he had to reach an arm out to the side of the couch to catch himself from falling over you. You were under him now – how the position had changed this drastically you weren’t sure – but you were enjoying the pressure of his body over yours, pinning you down. His knee fell between your legs, dangerously close to where you were feeling the most attraction, and when he leaned up as he kissed you deeper, he added a little pressure. Which, apparently, was all you needed, as your lips fell parted due to the attention to your core.

Sebastian’s lips went on their own adventure, trailing down your jaw until they found home in the crook of your neck. His teeth nipped into your skin, adding his tongue and a bit of suction to the mix as he formed a few bruises for you to admire in the morning. His hand, which was previously holding the back of your neck, moved down to your side, smoothing over your exposed skin before pushing your hip into the couch. Then he dropped his hips, rolling them over your lower half, and the moan you let out quickly became Sebastian’s new addiction. He needed to hear it again.

Pulling away from your neck, Sebastian pressed a quick kiss to your lips before shifting further down. His eyes stayed trained on yours as his hand disappeared under the waistband of your leggings, watching as your breath hitched, and he eyed you warily. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped, and you knew you wouldn’t. His fingers slipped into your panties, cold against your core but quickly warming you up as he slid two between your folds. His gaze never left yours as he pushed a finger inside you, instead narrowing when he saw your jaw fall agape. Then there were two and he was thrusting them in at a steady rhythm, curling them expertly to give you exactly what you wanted. The gasp you inhaled, eyes fluttering as you tried to keep them on his, was what caused Sebastian to pull his lip between his teeth, a moan of his own desperate to escape. He shifted his body up, fingers pushing impossibly deeper into you as you let your head fall back.

“Feel good?” he teased, voice low and husky as he trailed his digits up your core, circling over your clit. You whined, thighs pressing together as he moved his attention to where you felt the most sensitive, but also where you needed him most. He took his free hand to pull your leg back, instead moving his whole body to rest between them as he rubbed slow patterns into your bundle of nerves. “How ‘bout now?”

The pressure of his whole body laying between your thighs was enough, but he just had to throw in more. With a simple roll of his hips, Sebastian had you moaning sweetly, the fabric in his pants tightening as he teased you further. His erection was larger than you expected (you could barely imagine what it would be like without the hold of his jeans), his hips mirroring the actions of intercourse as he thrusted against you, fingers still working overtime on your clit.

The pressure building up in your lower abdomen was too much. It was a tightly wound coil, ready to snap at any moment, given the circumstances. Your thoughts were too jumbled to form a coherent sentence, a string of mumbled moans falling from your lips instead. Sebastian was pushing you over the edge within seconds, his fingers doing more than you could’ve asked as his lips sucked into the skin on your neck.

“So close, baby, come on.” His words were taunting you, doing everything and more to help the throbbing in your core finally settle as you came over the edge. Your fingers dug into his bicep, a whine leaving your lips as he sped up the pace of his digits to work you through your orgasm. It washed over you in a tidal wave, your back arching as you moaned for him. As you began to catch your breath, Sebastian trailed his lips up your jaw, kissing your lips sweetly as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Holy fuck,” you mumbled, your hand moving through his hair as you held him closer to you, never wanting to let go.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing you again and again. You nodded, cheeks hot from the stimulation but also his constant affection.

“More than okay.”

“Good,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips again. Then he sat up, both of his hands resting on your legs as he kneeled between them. “I should go, for real this time.”

A pout formed on your lips before he could even finish his sentence. “No,” you said, sitting up slightly as he placed his large hands over your knees. “Stay.” Sebastian chuckled, leaning back down to kiss you again before he shook his head.

“I gotta get home, baby.” You watched as he got up off the couch, his eyes locking with yours when he stood in front of you with his arms crossed. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, eyeing you tentatively. You smiled.

“What look?”

“That look. The one that makes me wanna keep kissing you all night when really I should be at home in my bed.”

“But you could be at home in my bed,” you teased, and Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully before bending down, his hand cupping your jaw as his lips met yours once more. The kiss was sweet, soft, and way too short as he pulled away a few seconds later.

“I’ll kiss you again another time,” he said, fingers moving from your jaw to card through your hair lightly. His eyes darted between yours, then down to your lips, his own rolling into each other as he watched you. “I promise.”

“Okay.”

He left after that, your eyes following him all the way until he shut the door. Then, when you heard his car start up and pull off of your street, you collapsed back into the couch, eyes fluttering shut. The only images flashing through your mind were of the boy, your previous activities and how goddamn handsome he was. If he thought he was leaving so you could get some sleep, he was crazy. There was no possible way you’d be sleeping tonight.

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Alone | Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Pairing: sebastian kydd x f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: when delivering her annual thanksgiving tradition cookies, y/n discovers just how alone sebastian has been feeling, and she’s determined to help fix that

Warnings: mild swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: per usual i’m rewatching the carrie diaries, so now my head is swimming with fic ideas for my favorite guy, sebastian <3. every time i watch the thanksgiving episode in s1, it makes me sad about how alone sebastian really was half the time. he just wanted his family to care for and love him. i know it’s nowhere near thanksgiving, but when the writing urge calls, i can’t help but write. also i’m going to try and revive the sebastian x reader tag because when i tell you there’s next to nothing there. I’m glad there’s so many fics for austin, but what about my man seb? hopefully this encourages people to watch the carrie diaries if you haven’t already! anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Everything was perfect. There’s nothing quite like a Thanksgiving dinner spent with family, friends, and good food. It’s true the holidays can get a little crazy, especially when it comes to family, but for once everything turned out wonderful. You spent the day with the people you love most and luckily the kitchen didn’t burn down when you were trying to cook the turkey. Honestly, that’s all you could’ve hoped for.

There was one person missing from your group though, and that was none other than Sebastian Kydd himself. You had invited him over the day before, but he told you how his mom was coming over and they were gonna have a real family dinner like they used to. He was so excited and you couldn’t help the way it made your heart swell. He deserved to finally have some family time, you know how much he loves his parents, even if sometimes they don’t always show it in return, so you understood completely that he wouldn’t make it.

One thing you know he can’t miss out on though, are your Thanksgiving cookies! Every year, without fail, it’s tradition for you to make the most delicious batch of cookies shaped as turkeys and dish them out to all your friends and family. You always get so happy when November hits and everyone starts asking you about them, even if Thanksgiving is still weeks away. It makes you feel good to see others happy with something you made, so you don’t mind at all making them each and every year.

You’ve just finished your latest batch, made special for Sebastian and his family, and are placing them carefully in a cute holiday tin you have left over from last year. While digging around for the tin earlier you even found a festive bow to put on top of it. It’s not much, especially not compared to what Sebastian is used to, but it’s something and you know he’ll appreciate the fact you even thought of him.

With a hum of content, you place the lid on the tin and wrap it with the bow, loving how it looks once you’re finished. Grabbing the gift, you make your way to the front door and put on your coat and shoes, knowing there was no way you were going out there without them. Given how cold it’s been outside lately, winter seems to be fast approaching this year.

The drive to Sebastian’s is quick, but soothing. The roads are practically empty, people tired from the day’s festivities and no doubt winding down for the evening. The lights hung up on the houses you pass by spark joy and a sense of comfort within you, there’s no feeling quite like it.

When you pull into the Kydds’ driveway, you instantly take note on how dark it seems inside the house. You know Sebastian’s most likely here, considering his car is still parked out front, but the only indication of occupancy seems to be the porch light being turned on. It’s strange, but you shake the feeling. His family is probably just in the back room where Sebastian likes to hang out. After the big meal you’re sure they had, there’s no doubt they’d want to sit comfortably in there.

Grabbing the cookie tin from the passenger’s seat, you step out of the car and lock it before making your way to the front door. Reaching out, you press the doorbell and wait for someone to come and answer it. A smile breaks out on your face when you see Sebastian through the window, making his way to the door.

It’s dark out here, the sun having set ages ago, but there’s no mistaking the way Sebastian’s blue eyes shine as he takes in your presence once he opens the door. Your cheeks flush in response.

“Hey, Y/L/N! What are you doin’ here? Come in,” he says, quickly making room so you’re able to go inside.

Stepping out of your shoes, you start to unbutton your coat as you make your way towards the back room. “I know you said your mom was coming over and you wouldn’t be able to stop by, but I couldn’t let you go without some of my world famous Thanksgiving cookies! I know you must be busy so I won’t stay long but-”

Rounding the corner, you stop dead in your tracks. In the place where you expected to find Sebastian’s family, his mom at least, you find nothing. The couch is empty, as are the two chairs on each side of the coffee table. It’s quiet, the only sound coming from the tv where the recap of today’s football game is playing.

Peeking into the Kitchen on your left, you hope with all you’ve got that Sebastian’s mom is just in the kitchen, refilling her wine glass or somehow striking up the strength to do the dishes on her own for once.

Nothing, not even a dirty dish is in sight. Did Sebastian even have dinner?

Turning towards the boy in question, you can immediately tell by the look on his face tonight did not go the way he had hoped. You sneak a glance at the bar cart and try to hide your frown as you see a used cup and a half empty bottle of liquor.

You fight back the sting of tears in your eyes as you picture Sebastian sitting in here drinking, alone, on Thanksgiving when he should be surrounded by his family.

“W-where, uh,” you clear your throat, trying to keep it together. “Where’s your mom? Did she leave already?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

“No. In order for her to leave she had to have been here in the first place.” The blonde lets out a scoff and shakes his head. He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he grabs your coat from you, placing it on a nearby chair. “It’s fine, honestly, nothing new.”

Sebastian moves to sit on the couch and you waste no time in following him. You set the tin down on the coffee table and turn towards him, already feeling the anger bubbling up inside you over what Sebastian’s family has done to him yet again. “No, it’s not fine, Sebastian. Your mom promised you she would be here and she should’ve been. It’s not right.”

Blue eyes meet yours and you watch as Sebastian contemplates something before starting to nod his head. “You’re right, it’s not fine. It sucks. You know I actually thought she was gonna make it this time, for real.”

Rubbing a hand down his face, Sebastian sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose. You can tell in his tone, in his actions, that he’s really disappointed. It’s sad to say he’s gotten used to it over the years, but when it comes to holidays, it hurts a little extra.

“Where’d she jet off to this time? Let me guess; Aspen? Palm beach?” A small laugh escapes Sebastian’s lips. He hates the fact this is so typical of his mother that it’s so obvious to you she’d leave at the drop of a hat for some dazzling destination, but at the same time he’s grateful for it. Grateful he has someone to confide in, who understands him and sees past the bullshit reputation he’s got going for him. To everyone else he’s Sebastian Kydd, but to you he’s just Sebastian.

“Saint Bart’s actually. Guess she got an offer from Lucas she couldn’t refuse.” Blue eyes roll before settling back on yours. You can see the sincerity in them as Sebastian goes to speak again. “I know it’s cheesy but I always really liked Thanksgiving. Used to go to my cousins house in Jersey, play touch football, eat too much.”

Sebastian looks away from you, letting his eyes fall to his lap as he thinks back on the fond memories of what his life used to be like.

“That sounds really nice, Seb. That’s the kind of Thanksgiving you should have. That’s the kind you deserve.” Your voice is soft, earnest. You tilt your head to try and catch his gaze again, it doesn’t take long for him to look up. He could never not look at you for too long.

“Is it crazy that I sometimes think the money ruined everything? My mom stopped talking to her brother, so I never see that side of the family anymore. She got her new boobs, and nose, and seems like a whole new brain. It’s like she doesn’t care about things like Thanksgiving anymore.” The boy sniffs and it’s obvious how hurt he is over all of this, obvious how much he still cares about holidays and his family, even if his mom and dad have tried to change that.

“You do, though. And that’s great that you still care, it’s important. No matter how much your mom changes, or your dad, I know you won’t let that change you. Won’t let them change the good heart I know you have.” Sebastian smiles at you, a real genuine smile, but you can still see the sadness in his eyes, the pain.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” He whispers. “It’s too bad this good heart couldn’t change the fact I’m alone on one of my favorite holidays of the year.”

Instantly, you reach out and grab the blonde’s hand, wanting to ground him, wanting him to know you’re right here. “Hey, you’re not alone. You never were. As long as I’m around I won’t let you celebrate another holiday like this, not ever. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you, who love you.” Your breath hitches in your throat, but you quickly move past it, a faint blush coating your cheeks. “It’s not fair that your mom does this to you and expects you to be okay with it, for it to be normal. I know no one’s perfect and things happen, but no one should be left alone during the holidays, especially not by their parents.”

You can’t help the tear that slides down your cheek. Flashes of today flooding your mind. The good time you had, the laughs, the food, the comfort. All the while Sebastian was home alone with no one to give him comfort. No apparent warm meal or source of humor. Just disappoint of his own mother not showing up once again.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry! Please don’t feel sad over this, I’ll be fine, really.” Sebastian moves closer to you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek and his thumb wiping away the stray tear. “You know, I was sitting here, just thinking, and I realized you were the person I really wanted to see. I knew I could talk to you and you’d get it. Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who really understands me. Who actually listens and doesn’t just jump to conclusions like everyone else in this town. I hope you know how much that means to me, how much you mean to me.”

Your heart soars at Sebastian’s confession. All you wanted was to let the boy know how much he’s cared for, how much he matters, and that he isn’t alone even if it may seem like it. If the look in his eyes indicates anything, you think you did a pretty good job.

Bringing your hand up to graze Sebastian’s face you smile before whispering, “I hope you know how much you mean to me, Kydd.”

A beat of silence passes between you, a look of pure bliss evident on both your faces, a million unspoken words being exchanged. Suddenly, Sebastian’s face is inching towards yours and you don’t think for a second about moving away. You accept the connection of his lips with yours wholeheartedly.

Sliding your hand to the back of Sebastian’s head, you let your fingers tangle in the waves at the base of his neck. The feeling of this moment is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Sebastian’s full, pink lips are warm and soft; his scent enveloping the two of you, making you want to be even closer than you are right now.

Needing a breath of air, you break apart, soft pants coming from both you and Sebastian.

“So, world famous cookies, huh?” The blonde huffs out and you laugh while leaning your forehead against his.

“Yep, they’re shaped like turkeys too.”

“Oh, well these I have to try.” Sebastian gets up from the couch and you watch as he grabs the tin of cookies from the table. The smile and evident boost of happiness exuding from the boy makes you feel better, that maybe now he believes a little bit more that he does have someone who would choose him over a vacation any day.

“C’mon, Kydd, let’s get a drink for those cookies.” Standing, you go to move past Sebastian to get to the kitchen, but you stop when you feel him grab your hand.

“Thanks for coming, Y/N.” There’s a shy smile on his lips, and you can’t decide if it’s just the low lighting but you swear you can see a faint red tint on his pale cheeks. You know it’s not easy for Sebastian to be vulnerable, he doesn’t do it often, but when he does you know he means it.

“Anytime, Sebastian.” Taking a step towards him, you reach up and plant a quick kiss on his cheek, basking in the warmth of his skin on your lips. “Did you eat?You got any fruit and whipped cream, maybe some marshmallows? I don’t know how to make much but I can whip us up a mean ambrosia salad.”

Sebastian laughs and shakes his head as he follows you into the kitchen, a full range of groceries available for you to make whatever you please.

“Sure, sweetheart. I like ambrosia salad.”

[absorbedbutler]

ur austin imagines got me blushin teehee 🤭

but i'm in love w/ the idea of really romantic sex with him like i bet he's so soft dom.. like him grabbing ur hand to hold while he's fucking you real slow and deep and so desperate and moan-y and getting so lovey dovey right before he cums ok bye I'm foaming at the mouth

u are so sweet idk if it’s bc it’s late but it’s making me fucking emotional… 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️ anyway here you go UR BRAIN IS SO WRINKLY AND BIG I LOVE THIS

12:37. your head turned back from the clock on the night stand back to austin, him on top of you, staring at both of you connecting when you looked down after the eye contact became too much for you.

he knew how much you needed this and he could tell that you were getting tired of the draining and demanding scenes you had once before loved.

“hey, hey.” his low tired voice said as he softly tapped your check to catch your attention again. you looked up at him and melted into him at the way he was holding you.

his hand slipped down to intertwine with yours before he brought both of them up to kiss your wrist.

his heart stopped everytime he looked at you, your hair messily across the pillows, soft plump lips opened with drawn out whines being pulled from them every time he pushed back into you.

“can you wrap your legs around me? cmon. oh- 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁” his head went back as you followed his request, you pulling his chest closer to you as you dug your nails into his shoulder, feeling like he was in your stomach.

your articulate hands ghosting over his features, staring at him in awe and bringing him back to reality. 

after he had been away for filming for months, you both had gotten back into things way too rough right away, not giving eachother time to get used to things again.

besides the rushed quickies in hotel rooms and before he slipped out of bed, absence had indeed made the heart grow fonder, you needed him to the point of tears.

you wanted him to be impossibly close to you, getting frustrated when the closest you could get was letting him be inside you.

he could tell by the way you hooked him closer to you and the way you always reached down to hold his hand that you didn’t need him to play out any scene with you, you just wanted him.

everything felt fuzzy to you as all of your senses were filled by him, genuinely all you could think about was him and the ways you could make him feel good.

clenching around him, he almost fell into you it was so good. slamming both your hands down into the mattress he lowly hummed into you as he kissed you slowly.

his grown out beard and mustache dragged on your chin but it just made you want him more.

“never wanna stop, just wanna stay here” you pushed out as you carded through his blonde hair.

he was needing rutting into you, his tamed patch of hair bumping into your clit making you see stars.

you could tell he was close by the way he was mumbling anything that came to his head into your ear.

“made me all scatterbrained, honey. cant even think when i’m inside you like this.” his voice was higher than usual and laced with need.

your hips were meeting his thrusts without you realizing, him encouraging it with his guided pushes to the back of your thigh.

“inside me please, just wanna feel close to you” you phrased your question as a statement, looking back up to him.

he nodded his head mindlessly as he worked his final thrusts into you, spilling into the condom.

feeling the warmth pushed you over the edge, crying out as he soothed you, working through his own release.

quickly pulling out, you whined as he shushed you. he quickly threw out the condom as you slowly came back.

he pushed back inside of you, bringing a smile to your face as you didn’t feel as cold and empty anymore.

he rolled both of you over, still inside you, pulled the covers over yourselves and tucked his chin on the top of your head, bringing you into him.

you drifted off to sleep last night full of good thoughts (and austin.)

[eddiesgorlie]

Saturday Night Live

Austin x Reader

Summary: Austin’s girlfriend gets in some good laughs while watching SNL

Warnings: None:)

Word Count: 373 (Just something short and funny!)

“Okay, you can’t laugh at me.” Austin said from the other side of the door. “I promise I won’t, baby.” I said, nervous for what I’d be laughing at. All I was aware of was that there would be a Jewish Elvis skit, Austin made sure to ask me, his Jewish girlfriend, if I would be offended if he took part in this skit, he’s amazing. I of course told him I would in no way be offended in anything he does. “You’re going to laugh at me.” He said with a sigh. “If you keep hiding, I definitely will!” I said with a laugh. “Fine.” He said opening the door. I had no words, absolutely zero. My boyfriend was currently standing in front of me with makeup on, a wig, glasses, a skirt, floral shirt and heels. “This is a zisater.” He said shaking his head, trying not to laugh. “What did you just say?” I asked. “I said-” He pulled his button up shirt open. “-Zhis iz a zisazter!” He said absolutely cracking up. “This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” I said joining him in laughter. “I’m kind of scared of you honestly.” I said as I looked him up and down. “Now don’t you be scared of Ms. Lois.” He said in an accent. “Oh my gosh, stop! I’m going to cry laugh if you don’t stop.” I said sitting down on the couch. “Mr. Butler, we’re ready for you.” A stage manager said. “I’ll be right there.” Austin nodded. “I love you, do great!” I said, blowing him a kiss. “I love you, deary!” He said in that voice again. “Go away!” I said, laughing.

I watched the screen as he performed, as Lois said how horny she is and threw her underwear on the stage. I don’t even know how I made it through this alive.

Austin ran back in the room, out of breath, after the skit. “Are you okay?” He asked, seeing my tear streaked face. “Never better, that was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.” I said. “I’m glad you liked it.” He said smiling. “Go change, I can’t take you seriously.” I said with a laugh. “Right.” He said snapping his fingers.

[adoresbutlers]

BRAT.

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prompt : !requested! reader’s been a brat all day at school to her boyfriend, leading to an unexpected visit that makes the reader regret ever doing so.

warnings : SMUUUUTTT , minors dni! dom!sebastian obv, usage of daddy, drooling, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, kink undertones, talking back, face fucking/slapping. all that wonderful stuff.

A/N : big thanks to the lovely @karamelcoveredolicity for the gifs as always ! <3 this is gonna be longer than i expected so buckle up baes 🫶🏻 posting this for my girlies still obsessed with Sebastian Kydd. i had so much fun writing this, hope y’all enjoy !

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Maybe you were being unfair with how you were treating your boyfriend. Maybe you had a reason you just couldn’t put your fingers on yet. Maybe you just wanted to see his reactions to your multiple snarky remarks. Too many maybes to care about. Suppose you didn’t need a reason, you just wanted to piss him off. Most likely that, you didn’t have time to dwell, just time to think of ways to make every response worse than the last. You knew you shouldn’t be testing his limits but you couldn’t stop. His reactions were too gold to do so. If only he knew he was giving you just what you wanted.

It was nearing the end of the day and you could just tell Sebastian has had it up to his limit with you. Trying to frantically trap you in corners that you always wiggled your way out of. A smirk was perched perfectly on your lips when he stopped trying to get you alone. That’s how you knew you did it. You were sure of it. It was too bad you thought he couldn’t do anything about your actions. You knew your family was coming over for the long weekend, you knew he wasn’t allowed in your house per your mother’s orders.

You were sure that you had gotten away unscathed when he kissed you goodbye, his lust-written orbs lingering down at your frame as you practically skipped away from his hold. If only you knew what he was planning. He knew just how to finally get you alone, when you least expected it. He always knows how.

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You let out a sigh as you scanned over yourself in the mirror, a baby blue flowered dress towering over your curves that your mom insisted you wore. The material covered everything she had deemed as ‘a distraction’ when your extended family shouldn’t be looking there anyways. You were too busy deciding rather or not to just fake sick, ditch the dinner all together, ditch having to show your family around the house, that you didn’t notice the hands that were snaking around your waist.

You yelped just as you noticed, eyes peering up at Sebastian in the mirror above you. His hands smoothed down the front of your dress, a small hum ringing out in your ear as he looked over the material. “You pick this out, baby? Does you no good.” He whispered against your skin. His face never changed from hours before, the same fire hidden behind his iced out eyes, same voice. Same rasped firm voice. Shivers ran down your spine as his hands snaked under your dress to rub at your inner thighs, his chin rested on your shoulder. A chuckle escaped from his lips at the way you were now so frozen in your place - no immediate remark that could make him topple over the edge. How could you when he was doing the very action that shook you up every. single. time.

“N-No, daddy.” You stuttered out, chewing at your bottom lip as you snapped your hips back into his, a small slap to your thigh following. His hands ran up to brush against your covered clit, a small sigh passing your lips.

“Oh, now you wanna’ behave.” He snickered, removing his hands from your thighs entirely, running his hands up your arms to slip the straps off your dress. You did it - you sent him over the edge. A part of you screamed to stop right there, to submit fully before you got yourself hurt, the other part wanted to see just as far as he was willing to go to shut you up. You could never pick the right side that he wanted you to.

“Who said I was behaving?” You spun around, a sly smile glued on your face as you placed with the top buttons of his shirt sliding them through your fingers.

“Unless you want me to take you right here and make you look like the pretty lil whore that you are, I’d behave.” His hands found themselves gripping your hips, his knee bucking up beneath your dress and hitting the exact spot that you needed. You mewled, a smirk curling along Sebastian’s lips at your reaction. He knew he had you, then and there. His hands rubbed up your figure, taking in every covered curve of your body that he never seemed to get enough of.

“Don’t threaten me with what I want.” You met his gaze, his hands gripping tightly against your hips, pushing you harshly against him. He supposed he was threatening you with exactly what you wanted, your game you’ve tested out more than once wasn’t at all hard to pick up on. He didn’t say anything just yet, his smirk never wiping off his face but only growing if that had even been possible. His blown eyes met yours again, raising a hand up to grip your chin. His knee bucked up into your dress again, a strangled whine popping out of your mouth, your head falling back against his chest, your fingers gripping at his shirt for dear life.

“You’re cute. Trying to act tough when you know you’d let me do whatever I wanted to you.” He leaned down to whisper against your lips, ghosting over your own, his hands working on sliding the straps down of your dress. “Now..” He continued his work, sliding the material off of your body completely letting it pool right at your feet. “Is my baby gonna behave or will I have to deny her what she really wants, hm?” He finished, taking the time to admire your figure. You weren’t prepared for him coming over, no fancy new lingerie set you always wore for him, but he didn’t mind a thing. He admired everything you wore, you always made it work, he’d insist probably every day he lives. That’s how you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no matter how you acted, upon many other reasons you could name by heart.

You shook yourself out of your daze, swallowing a shaky breath as you thought about your next move. Your confidence in never breaking your attitude seemed to disappear with every passing minute you didn’t answer. You clutched onto his shirt, your eyes trailing up his chest and glued themselves onto his lips. You took your time to step out of your dress, kicking it feverishly to the side while your fingers worked your way on the task of unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only let your shaky hands get halfway before using the back of your neck to push you to your knees. He wasn’t letting you control, especially when you hadn’t let him all day, that’d be too easy on you.

He made the swift motion of starting to undo his belt, letting it slap on the floor, his hand bending down to raise your chin up, making your lidded eyes look into his own once more. “How about my pretty baby shows me how much she wants to behave after today, hm?” He purred, a noise that slowly turned into a chuckle as your head nodded even before he could finish his sentence. He let you sink your fingers into the sides of his pants, you knowing to never break eye contact unless he said otherwise as you pulled down his pants that he stepped out of right away.

His hand moved to grasp a big notch of your hair in his fist, forcing you to break contact with his orbs, watching you intently as you tugged down his boxers. You wasted no time as ever before your lips wrapped themselves around his tip, his hand coming up to force your head down all the way giving you barely any time to adjust to him. He hissed from above as you flattened your tongue around him, taking in the pretty sight in front of him. You were leaning back onto your feet, drool running down in a glistening strand along your chin, your mouth hung open to use however pace he pleased. You were captivating to him - as always. But he wasn’t planning to allow you to see what you do to him - you haven’t proved that you actually wanted to behave just yet.

“Good, good girl..” He cooed out, using both his hands to scoop all your loose hair up, using the new angle as leverage to thrust himself in and out of your mouth, your eyes looking up at his with your innocent glossed over look sported in your orbs. He could’ve lost it there, but he couldn’t. Not so early, he knew you were trying everything in your book to get him to be nicer to you. He wasn’t allowing himself to budge - you hated every second. His pace on your mouth became vigor, his head thrown back in bliss as he used you to his liking. The more he bucked his hips, the more he was pushing himself over the edge.

That couldn’t happen. He couldn’t give you what you wanted.

He pulled your head off of him harshly, pulling your body up from your hair, and pushed you on the bed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it elsewhere, he wasn’t looking. “Was very rude of you to keep talking back to me today, baby.” He spoke, dipping his knee on the bed to set himself up to hover over your figure. You could only look up at him and nod, biting your swollen bottom lip as you awaited what he would say next. He hummed lowly, a slow finger tracing the inside of your thighs to the hem of your small underwear, hooking his finger in the material. “Nothing to say for yourself, princess? No words left in that pretty little head of yours?” He let your underwear slide down past your legs, discarding them quickly around the room just like his shirt.

You could only whimper, his finger now dipping itself in your wetness, dragging a line up your pussy. He let the slick rub up to your belly, trailing his finger up to your bottom lip so you could taste what was left on his finger. “You were so lucky I didn’t pull you somewhere and just fucked you right there.” He rasped, pushing a middle finger into your eager hole, taking your breath away and making it hitch into your throat and your back inched up from the bed. He snickered at your eagerness, dipping down so his head was in between your thighs reaching up to enclose your legs around his head.

He flicked his tongue slowly onto your clit, looking up at your position as he slowly started to pump his middle finger inside of you, curling his finger upwards to get the spot you yearned for the most. He detached his lips from your clit, harshly snapping your hips down to meet the bed so he could make you feel all of what he was making you endure. When you least expected, his finger pushed out of you slowly and he replaced it with only his tip.

You purred this time, your bottom lip popping out to pout. You wanted more of him and he knew that’s what made him let out probably the evilest of chuckles against your skin. “What’s wrong baby?” He pushed another inch. “Not getting what you want?” He smirked as he slowly started to inch into you. Your head tilted back on the pillow below, eyes fluttered closed as he was finally all engulfed into you, walls tightening around him.

He let out a hiss at the feeling. His hand raised up to slap softly across your cheek, fingers gripping under your chin. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, baby.”

You opened your lips to speak, his sudden violent thrust of his hips cutting you off and making your lips press up against themselves. Your whines cut off any of the thoughts you could’ve had further, your knuckles white with how hard you were clinging onto the sheets. Your toes curled from beneath you as he buried himself deeper inside, hitting the spot he always knew full well how to hit by now.

You yelped, jolted from where you were laying, his hands guided themselves to your hips pinning them down to the bed as he started to rut into you. your body hit the mattress with a thump with at every thrust, he let your head fall against the pillow this time, sweet sounds escaping your lips in an angelic chorus, disregarding your family that could be calling your name at any minute.

“Feel good, baby?” He whispered low in your ear when he knew the answer, he just missed when you said it. But he knew you couldn’t. That’s what made the smirk never dissipate from his face.

“Mmm. Yes, daddy..” You mewled a response, eyes locked shut as he never stopped his pace on you making your walls squeeze tight around him. Only a short moment went by before a knot in your stomach began to form at his brutal thrusts.

“I’m..”

“Shh, baby.. I got you. Let yourself go.” He spoke slightly below your ear. With the go, you arched your body and came all over him, your clit pulsing as you became undone.

“That’s my good girl..” He groaned, burying himself as deep as he could go before following suit, spitting out a mumble of praises. You smiled slightly as you let him chase his high, pulling out of you.

“I could do that all day, you know.” He mumbled against your lips before diving in for a soft kiss, your hands rubbing along his chest.

“Well I guess I have to rile you up more often.” You giggled softly, making him shake his head.

“Now, i didn’t say that. Get down there before your parents catch you, yeah?”

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[butlersdolly]

you’re mine.

pairing: yandere!elvis!austin x naive!fem reader

prompt: you and elvis were childhood best friends but little did u know he loved you, too much almost

warnings: this is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering.

You and Elvis were best friends since the 1st grade, you loved him so much with all your heart, his slicked back hair, his dark blue eyes, his lace shirt that hugged his waist ever so perfectly, I mean what could go wrong with a handsome best friend. You guys dated all through 9th grade to 10th grade, until your strict dad found out you dated him. “YOU’RE NOT DATING THAT YOUNG MAN Y/N” he spits at you “but dad he’s a nice boy he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me!” you looked at him with puppy eyes “YOU’RE NOT DATING A PRESLEY NOT SOON NOT EVER.” he slammed his door shut. You’re eyes welled up with tears while walking to elvis’s house to tell him the news.

You knocked on elvis’s door to see him smiling towards you while pulling you into a hug. “Hi my love” he said while looking at you. You didn’t hug him back and just stood there with a sorrowful look “Elvis there’s something that I need to tell you” you said quietly, He looked concerned “Yes? what happened” while walking you up to his room. “My daddy told me to stop seeing each other” you said with your eyes lowered not wanting to meet his dark gaze “So, you’re breaking up with me?” he asks you calmly. You don't want to break up with him but when your father discovered your relationship with elvis, he immediately forbade you to see him. You love elvis but you were too afraid of your father to disobey him. So you said, "Yes, I'm breaking up with you, elvis." You expected any kind of reaction from him, but not for him to laugh. A cold, unenthusiastic, dark laugh that sent shivers through your body. He started walking. backwards and when he gets to the door, he closed it then locked it. You looked at him confused. His jaw ticked in thought, and then what he said next made your heart still. "There's something you don't seem to understand Y/n. I'd rather see you dead than with someone else." He ran his thumb over his bottom lip and smiled innocently. "So babe, cut the bullshit, okay? Your mine, and only mine.”

sorry guys i had no ideas for the rest i had to finish it with the sneak peak ughhh so sorry :(

[tpresley]

My SFW and NSFW Head canons for Austin Butler 🫡🫶🏽

Warnings include: dirty talk, pet names, Dom/Sub, slight daddy kink, fem!reader, P in V sex, degrading and praise kinks, swearing, mention of oral, half assed you thinking because I literally made this at like 2am in florida 💀 also let me know if I missed anything

Dom!Austin Butler Includes (sfw top part nsfw bottom)

tons and tons of nicknames - honey, sweetheart, mama, baby, darling, my love, doll face ect.

Always has you dreaming about his low sultry and southern accent 🤭

Making sure you look perfect because your his little doll

Would probably say something along the lines of “You always look so pretty honey” while fixing the little things

Always checking up on you, he’s super attentive when it comes to you <3

“Tell me what’s wrong sweetheart..”

Praises you for the smallest things, which also means he loves to hype you up before going out

“good girl, always listening so well”

“What does my Princess want to do today?”

“Anything for you sweetheart”

Always puts you in the conversation somehow 🤷🏽‍♀️ he loves to show you off to others

Would definitely say something like “You’ll do that for me, won’t you baby?” and “No let her do it, she’s a big girl” (he says as his lip curls into his iconic, beautiful smile 🤭)

him supporting you, no matter the circumstances

NSFW head canons

“you think I’m pretty hm? I think you’re prettier, you’re really pretty like this, when you’re doing everything I tell you to do..such a good girl for me” GODDAMN ITT

Definitely groans a lot but occasionally let’s a moan or whine slip

He has a FILTHY mouth

I’d feel like he’d be down to experiment with anything, even if you guys end up not liking it he’s happy to spice it up in the bedroom

“fuck, baby, you always feel this good?”

“tell me if it’s too much, alright baby?”

He’s always caring even during sex, like I said he checks up on you and praises you a LOT

“you like this, babe, don’t you?”

“i want you to cum again for me, can you do that for me?”

“you’re so good for me, darling. Always so good..you’re my best girl, my only girl.”

“you’re doing so good, honey. so good.”

“be a good girl and cum for daddy, hm? cum on baby.”

I don’t usually like things like this but riling him up before getting to the bedroom 😩 (idk about y’all but I find it so attractive when a man is mad)

He puts you in your place, reminding you of who you belong to

“Who else can touch you like this? Huh? That’s right nobody..”

“Such a slut for me”

“Couldn’t have waited til I got home honey?”

“you do things you shouldn’t be doin’ to me darling”

“I want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”

He loves your mouth just as much as he loves being inside you

“Get on your knees, baby. Need to see your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

I also have Sub!Austin headcanons I’m waiting to post so let me know if you wants those too! <3 have a nice day/night my loves :D

[kyddosebastian]

Morning After

Warnings: smut, oral f/receiving

You were unsure what had been the thing to end up waking you. It could have been the winter sunlight, bursting into the room all cold and white. It could have been the itchy hotel sheets, or the thunking of heat kicking on and off, despite that the room remained unreasonably chilly. It took you several moments to come to recognize your surroundings, eyes blinking blearily open in order to observe the slightly muscled arm draped across your torso, silver rings adorning the third and fourth fingers. 

Your nerves were the next to shake the fog of sleep. You felt Sebastian’s breath, puffing softly against the back of your neck and causing the skin there to erupt in gooseflesh. You felt the chill of your own skin, toes freezing against your calf, and fingers stiff with it where they wrapped around the blanket. You could also feel the impossible heat radiating from Sebastian where he curled around you and without thinking, you pressed yourself further into it, delighting in the feeling of his warm skin in direct contact with yours. 

Sebastian huffed out a breath, still mostly asleep and tightened his grip around you, pulling you more firmly taut to his body. The action was innocent enough, though in the proximity you could feel every last bit of his anatomy pushed against your center, nothing between you and his morning predicament aside from his boxers and your thin cotton panties. 

You squirmed in place, finding that his grip was far too tight to afford you any distance, your actions only serving to grind yourself against it unintentionally. Behind you, he groaned slightly and stirred and you froze, ceasing all movement in hopes that he would go back to sleep. Your muscles managed to relax slightly as he seemed to drift back off, though his problem was only growing against you. You wondered if it would be better to wake him up, if it was the morally responsible thing to do. Then again, you wouldn’t want to embarrass him and so you continued to keep eerily silent, practically holding your breath. You had no idea how much time had passed before restlessness returned to you and you attempted to free yourself once more. This time you tried to lift his arm, rather than going the route of wiggling out from under it again. Cautiously, you slid your hand under his, gripping it delicately and then trying to use your own arm to leverage it up. You had very nearly succeeded when Sebastian used your intertwined to pull you over so you were laying face to face. Blinking up at him, surprised, you stumbled over your words, “Oh, you’re awake”.

Sebastian nodded and smirked, full lips quirking up at both corners, “I am”.

Distracted, your eyes settled on his mouth, committing the shape and the color to memory, thinking about how nice it would feel to be kissed by him again, the deeper recesses of your mind wondering how his mouth would feel on other, more unsavory places,  and you didn’t even realize how carried away you had gotten until his face was mere millimeters from your own. You let a breath out, the warm puff of air tickling his skin and his smirk dropped right off of his face in favor of a much more serious expression. Sebastian’s icy blue gaze seemed to pierce right through your reservations, searching your eyes for any clue that you might not want this, while his calloused hand came to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing over the flushed skin. On instinct, you let your eyelids flutter shut and within the next moment, you felt his full lips pressed against yours, parted slightly so that your mouths could slot together. The hand cradling your cheek shifted so that Sebastian could wrap his long fingers into your hair, using it as leverage to pull you even closer. A whimper escaped you at the first swipe of his tongue against your mouth and you opened up for him so that he could press it inside of your mouth, licking against your own tongue fervently. Without realizing it, you had shifted onto your back, Sebastian’s knee parting your thighs insistently. 

His teeth caught on your lip as he pulled out of the kiss and then he was pushing sloppy kisses against your jaw, then your pulse, finally settling in the juncture of your throat where he bit down hard, sucking the bruised flesh in between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it, not pulling away until you rolled your hips against his thigh, leaving his skin dampened in your wake.

As if snapping out  of a trance, he let go and tried to move away from you, though you were quick to scramble for a grip on him.

Sebastain huffed and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to reign himself in before things went too far, “Wait, you don’t want this”.

Groaning, you threw your head back, “I meant what I said last night, Sebastian”.

Suddenly, his eyes were back on you once more, seeking out your own, though you avoided his gaze, embarrassed of your confession. You fiddled with the hem of your underwear for a few moments, looking down as you admitted to him, “When I said I still love you, and I miss you, I meant it”.

You didn’t dare look at his face, though if you had, you would have seen the arrogant smile tugging at his lips. “And when you told me you wanted me to make love to you…?”, he teased.

Hearing the lighthearted banter in his tone, you snuck a peek at him, eyes darting away as soon as you met his gaze. The answer fell from you anyways, mumbling the quietest affirmation you possibly could have in hopes of saving yourself from the embarrassment. You were sure your face was red as an apple, in fact, you were almost certain your entire body was. Sebastian seemed to take pity on you, using his fingers to tilt your chin up so he could see your face, “I love you too”, he said seriously, and then in a much lighter tone, barely containing a laugh, “And I want to make love to you too”.

With no further discourse, you were pulling him back down to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongues. Sebastian was quick to flip the both of you over, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his thigh and then he was grasping your hips hard, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to send a dull shock of pain from the pressure. You didn’t mind as he used the leverage to pull you up and down his thigh repeatedly, pushing you hard against it. Within very little time you were a whimpering mess, eventually he moved one of his hands to your breast, squeezing and groping through your bra. Impatiently, you reached one arm behind you, unclasping your bra at the back and allowing the straps to fall from your shoulders. Sebastian eyed the newly exposed flesh hungrily, wasting no time in laying biting kisses against it, finally reaching your nipple and encasing it in his hot mouth. You moaned at the new sensation, hips stuttering against his thigh as he laved his tongue over the peak, then sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface. You used your hand on his neck as leverage to pull him back up to your lips, murmuring desperately against them, “Please”.

You weren’t sure what you were asking for, you only hoped that Sebastian would know what you needed. He peered into your eyes for only a moment, appearing contemplative, and then just as you thought he would answer your plea, he was gone. He had flipped you over suddenly and begun his descent from your lips, to your breasts, and then even further south. Your hands chased after him but he was just a bit quicker. Your breath hitched in a frantic cry  and you jerked in his grip when his breath ghosted over your belly button. 

Sebastian hushed you, his eyes glittering with mischief, “Just relax”.

You forced your muscles to become pliant as he gently tugged your panties down, guided your legs over his shoulders, settling on his elbows in between them. His lips started with gentle, patient kisses on the insides of your thighs, continuing this way until you were struggling not to pull him closer, wanting to urge him into the touch that you so desperately craved. His tongue caught you off guard as it slid between your folds in one fluid motion. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair as if it were the reins of a half wild horse, though really you were the one lacking control. You squirmed under his touch, bucking uncontrollably each time he made contact. Two firm hands halted that movement, carving half moon crescents into your hips. You tried your best to hold back the cries itching in the back of your throat, begging for release, the same ones Sebastian seemed downright dedicated to drawing out of your throat. It had been enough to feel his tongue darting against you, to hear the wet sounds of his lips laying sloppy kisses at the end of each stroke. Then you made the foolish mistake of opening your eyes and looking at Sebastian. The pleasure that you’d felt firing from every nerve grew tenfold, it became so overwhelming that holding back the moans was no longer an option, “Sebastian..”.

The cry was met with even more enthusiasm. He kept his eyes closed, his nose dug into your pubic bone, his tongue made slow, languid strokes that lingered just a little bit longer over the bundle of nerves at the crest. Despite his unrelenting grip, you managed to start a rhythmic motion in tandem with his movements. From your position, which seemed equally close to and far away from Sebastian, you could see him smile against you. That was when he finally opened his eyes, immediately meeting yours like he had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his intentions known. Just as you lost all remaining air with a trembling breath, he closed his lips and began to suckle at your most sensitive point.  The full body tremors that followed caused a moan to rumble from his chest that in turn vibrated against you. The feeling was so intense that your body rejected the pleasure as an overindulgence. Your hands tangled in his hair tugged him to a better, more tolerable position.

He simply began again and you only pulled him closer, mumbling, “Feels so…”, and you were cut off by the intense need to clamp your legs around his head, eliciting another unfairly attractive moan from your…boyfriend? You supposed you would have to go over the semantics later. Each time his lips closed, your hips would lift and beg him for more. Just when you thought you were on the edge of bliss, Sebastian took hold of your hips in his arms and yanked you forward on the bed. Like he had been starved, he began to lavish you with slow practiced circles like he had done before. He remained persistent this time though, a steady hypnotic pressure of his tongue toying with you. The steady, short bursts of air from his nose betrayed his unhinged appearance.  His hair was splayed wild from your hands and his knuckles blanched from the pressure he maintained against your hips, surely enough pressure to bruise the fragile skin. Red cheeks and bulging veins in his hands and forearms reminded you that he was sacrificing his own comfort in exchange for your pleasure. You wanted to feel him on you forever, to feel the way his tongue rolled over you. Your feet locked behind his head, and you finally allowed your hands to pull him to the spot that felt unlike the rest. He trailed one hand down to join his mouth and you yelped, a jolt of self preservation causing you to close your legs tightly around his hand and head.  You cried out, feeling the angry red welts drawn into your skin as a response. You covered your mouth to muffle your moans and in the same second Sebastian had pulled it away, pinning it against the sheets no matter how hard you tried to wrestle for control. He wanted you to become so enraptured by the pleasure he gave you that you would throw manners to the side. You began to writhe against him once more, your fingers fumbling with soft blonde hair to try and find release. You sobbed his name and he waited only a few seconds more before his tongue was joined by two long fingers that dipped into your heat. Your tired muscles trembled beneath him. You fell to pieces, all of which held onto Sebastian for dear life. Tears fell from your eyes as you shook beneath him, though he continued to suckle at your clit, fingers rolling slowly within you until you came down completely. He waited until your body became still, albeit with ragged breath. Sebastian withdrew his fingers and watched how glazed over eyes stayed stuck to him, how your lips parted in one final whimper when you watched him take his fingers into his mouth, mumbling around the taste, “My sweet girl”.

[darlinboypresley]

masters list

started: 10/7/22

last updated: 18/10/22

total works: 19

Elvis (movie):

series baby fever:

baby fever

baby fever part 2

baby fever part 3

cloud 9 baby fever part 4

series jessie's girl

jessie's girl

jessie's girl part 2

series fuck it i love you:

fuck it i love you part 1

fuck it i love you pt 2

smut;

fucked my way up to the top (M)

Angst:

pretty when i cry

Art Deco

Honey, I belong with you

fluff:

summer of '55

It’s supposed to be fun turning 21

Austin butler:

are you lonesome tonight....

Halloween Serie's lotta true crime:

lotta true crime part 1

lotta true crime part 2

Lotta true crime part 3

sebastian kydd:

cruel and summer (pt 1)

[polksaladbutler]

NASTY

s. kydd x reader

positions masterlist.

warnings: alcohol mention, switch (both), teeny blood mention, mediocre smut (i rushed this sry!), clickable links

it was a halloween party, your first halloween party, your first adult halloween party with alcohol and things that weren’t legal to you yet when you were invited to high school parties, you were invited by none other than sebastian kydd. the talk of the campus.

it wasn’t an odd gesture from him to tell you about his halloween party, of course he called you, to rope you into the party only to rub some new fling in your face. he always had that tactic to make you jealous, one of them being inviting you to parties.

despite all of that, here you were getting ready to go to one of his parties, putting on his favorite makeup look that he used to ruin all the time.

you were cher from ‘75, sebastians favorite female artist and his favorite era of her. your aunt had made the carbon copy of it. she even made the elton costume for your roommate kimberly. she wasn’t invited however, she suggested if you get wasted— which in-fact you weren’t going to drink at all— you couldn’t make it back home without her.

“how do i look?” kimberly walked out of the bathroom, giving you a three-sixty view of her costume, covered in gold. a gold jumpsuit, a sparkly gold coat, a gold medal and to top it off, white boots. “you know what, you look like a rocket man.” you winked at her, handing her the diy bedazzled glasses you made.

whereas you were placing on your sparkly lipgloss that would be gone by the end of the night leaving you with nothing but glittery lips, your breast were squished into the top, practically trying to jump out at anybody, the rest of your torso was exposed to the cold air.

“daaaamn, cher is now eliminated from the competition. you are sexy as hell! so! be honest, could i possibly, get in your pants looking like this?” kimberly laughed, popping her collar she immediately put back down. “you’re such a dork.” you giggled rolling your eyes as you placed the last line of lipgloss you needed on.

“ready to go?” kimberly questioned as she walked over to the mirror you were looking in. “think so.” you tightened the top to your lipgloss and placed it on the vanity. you got out of the chair, fixing up any last minute mishaps you found then left the dorm room, following behind kimberly

it wasn’t long trip to the party, the music was bursting out of the open windows of the rented home, people were walking towards the noisy attraction in costumes, some boys shotgunning beers, and big clouds of smoke being puffed into the air.

“i sure as hell feel overdressed.” kimberly laughed as she parked next to the sidewalk. “i feel… underdressed.” you chuckled as you unbuckled your seatbelt and removed it from across your bare torso.

you waved to a few people you knew that were partaking in the shotgunning and smoking. you got closer to the rented residence you noticed that the door was wide open, you saw so many people, you wondered how in the hell you would fit in there, compared to a can of sardines, the party would win first place for the most claustrophobic place in history. luckily, you and kim managed to get inside the place, finding a very open section at the island, covered in red solo cups and cigarette buds.

“do all the drinking you want yn! this is your night.” kimberly smiled as she handed you an empty cup. “you don’t think i’m actually gonna… drink?” you spoke loudly with a chuckle to follow. “then, what the hell are you here for?” she laughed, grabbing herself a random beer that sat on the countertop. “i didn’t wanna let sebastian down and— don’t drink that you don’t know where it’s been kim.” you snatched the cold drink out of her hand placing it on the other side, far away from her.

“it’s not like he would care or even remember that he invited you. ‘fess up yn, you want to get in his pants by the end of the night!” she shrugged, snapping you into reality. it seems as if you were just another person to him— when you knew you weren’t, there was no point in even showing up. “okay okay, he invited me to make me jealous! i know it, so of course he would remember inviting me.” “so you wanna get in his pants?” you turned your head in shame, placing your hand over your mouth. “you’re sick! look, we’ll meet back here at eleven forty-five. that gives us time to get something to eat, bye!” kimberly walked away from you before you could even possibly disagree with her.

as for you, you sat alone. the one thing you weren’t going to do is be like a puppy and search for sebastian— god knows where he is. instead, you sat in the white bar chair all by yourself, playing with ring of the cup.

“i didn’t think you’d come.” a voice rang loudly behind you. you turned around in the bar chair looking at the tall, blonde, undeniably handsome guy that spoke to you. “you invited me no?” you snapped back trying to match his volume until he got closer to you. “still the same yn i know.”

“so, my costume, what do you think?” you hopped out of the seat and spun around for him. “cher from seventy-five.” he bit his lip, slowly wrapping him around your finger.

“don’t bite your lip off, you know christina wants to suck face with you.” you pointed to the blonde girl in a ‘bunny costume’. “that’s not the only thing she’ll suck—“ you cut him off, flicking him on the forehead.

“so how’ve you been?” sebastian gave into fighting the volume, hoping that you could read lips. “i’ve been doing a lot of studying lately.” sitting back down on the chair, you laid your head on your hand, your elbow rested up on the counter. “stepping my game up.” you smiled, still examining the fresh cup.

“you want a drink?” he got off the bar chair that sat before your own. “no, i don’t intend to drink tonight.” you placed the red solo cup on the counter, leaving it alone finally. you looked up at sebastian’s puzzled face. “no drinking?” he laughed a little. “— well, ms. cher. i don’t want you to have a boring time.” he smirked, sitting back down in front of you.

it’s not that you really don’t want to drink, you loved a little long island iced tea. the problem was, when you become intoxicated, you get a little sexual. that’s not why you came to the party, so you were avoiding drinks at all cost. nevertheless, with sebastian in a semi-tight grey graphic tee and acid washed jeans, you didn’t need the alcohol to be slightly intimate.

taking a swig, a shot, even a few sips was risky.

“just dance with me then if you’re not going to drink.” he suggested. “i am not gonna be on the floor, dancing around you and whatever girl you’re gonna fuck before the party is over!” you gave him a snarky remark. “you’ve got the clothes for it anyway! let’s go.” he sat up once again, grabbing one of your hands.

“i don’t even dance.” that was a big lie, you made sebastian drive you to dance practice when you were sleeping together. you loved dancing, you weren’t that bad at it either. you weren’t gonna show it though. “don’t lie to me. i remember you dancing the morning after we-.” “alright enough of that.” he pulled you out of your seat, he spun you around twice, trying to catch the groove of the music.

just your luck, it was grover washington jr’s ‘just the two of us’ a smooth song, where the feelings couldn’t be denied. you told yourself it was just platonic swaying. although, the intertwined fingers and your back on his chest speak otherwise.

you swayed a little too close to him, your outfit was a thin material, it wasn’t difficult to feel his erection growing. you didn’t know if you should stop, mention it, keep dancing, you decided to continue dancing.

“good things might come to those who wait, not for those who wait too late. we got to go for all we know.” you sang to the lyrics, sebastian wrapped his hands that are locked with yours around your waist. “sebastian…” you spun yourself around, connecting your body back to his once again.

“yeah?” he looked down at you. “you doin’ alright?” you hummed. he did the same in response. “‘cause you know, i can feel it.” you whispered with a laugh added. you shouldn’t have spoken, that was your first mistake, but let’s face it, you’ve made more than one mistake tonight.

“see what you do to me?” he smirked, looking down at you with his beautiful eyes. “that’s all you…” he spoke under his breath, you still managed to hear him.

“gonna let me do something about it?” you bit your bottom lip to hold back your excitement. “yeah.” he grabbed your hand and led you to the upstairs bedroom. you both run upstairs like two little kids.

you ran into the bedroom after sebastian, kicking the door shut, pushing you up against the door, hands roaming up and down yours side. your hand went up under his tee-shirt, just getting a feel of what you hadn’t felt in ages.

“this little costume will be the death of me.” he groaned moving you both on the bed, making you straddle him. “i’ve missed this.” you shut him up with a kiss. he kissed you back with more passion as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

his eyes became full of desire, pupils dilated, lips red and swole. he catches his breath before he deepened the kiss, he cupped the side of your face. you grind roughly against his clothed member. sebastian’s mouth hovered over yours, holding it open. “you like that?” you teased, rubbing the side of his face with the back of your fingers.

you did it again only deeper and more forcefully. he restrained his moans, creating a thin line with his lips. “what do you want? i need to hear you say it.” you lowered your head to connect eyes with him. “i… i want you.” you smiled to his request. “i’ll try to do the best i can.” you mumbled before placing one more kiss on his lips, removing your body from his.

you slowly pulled his pants down “seems like you really did miss me.” he breathlessly laughed as you cupped your hand over his briefs. “no kidding.”

you pulled his cock out of the fabric, springing back on to his stomach. “this never gets old.” you gave him a few strokes, paying attention to his breaths every time you do so. you placed your lips on his neck, keeping your hand on his shaft. whimpers and small moans left his mouth, trying to hold them back but continuously failing. “let me hear you, nobody else can.” you muttered against his skin.

you removed your mouth from his neck after leaving multiple hickeys on his neck, you took all of him in your mouth, he threw his head back, placing his forearm over his eyes. your tongue swirled around his tip as your cheeks hollowed. you hummed against his length, which sent him to cloud nine.

your saliva rolled it’s way down to the base of his cock, you caressed his abs with your unoccupied hand. you listened to the exhales of pleasure he produced, studying what felt good and what felt breathtaking to him.

you had in him in the palm of your hands, he was so cute when he was vulnerable. you used your hands plus your mouth to finish him off. he bucked his hips causing you to gag, your eyes watered slightly as you removed your lips from him. “‘m sorry.” you shook your head, indirectly telling him it’s okay.

you got off the bed and you removed your sequined pants from your body, shimmying them all the way down. “look so beautiful.” he breathed. “you say that every time.” you sighed as you climbed back on the bed.

“cause my girl is always beautiful.” he toyed with his lips. “lay on your back f’me” walking back to the bed, you did as told, you laid down as he slowly removed your panties. “damn you still get this wet because of me huh?” he chuckled. “shut up.” you rolled your eyes, covering the grin painted on your face.

he ran his pointer and middle finger lightly up and down your slit, leaving his mouth open as he focused on your heat. he slowly placed his middle finger inside you, your lips making an ‘o’ as a low moan erupted from you.

he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them up every time to hit that spot. “sebas…tian.” you uttered, breaking up the words that you could barely reveal.

“god, i haven’t even been doing this for a few minutes and you’re already shaking.” he chuckled, leaning down to place kisses down your neck. “mm feels s’good.” you scrunched his hair in your hands. “yeah?” “mhm…” you sighed out.

he removed his hand from inside you and moved his back to the headboard. “come here.” he spoke softly. you rolled over slowly and straddled him once again, realizing you were the one wrapped around his finger.

“come on…” his eyes stayed on your wetness, waiting for you to lower yourself onto his length. you did so, immediately shivering your body onto his. you always felt filled when you were with sebastian, clenching around him, trying to get comfortable.

“you alright?” he huffed. “mhm— yeah.” you nodded repetitively. he cupped your ass, guiding your body. thrusting inside of you, setting a rhythm.

you slowly caught onto his tempo, only making it a tad bit faster and began rolling your hips, holding yourself up on his shoulders, leaving red scratch marks on his skin. sebastian’s hands went up to your waist, desperately trying to get you to slow down.

“i’m… i’m gonna finish too fast if you keep doing that.” he chuckled with a held back moan to come after. you placed your hands on his ankles as you slightly bended back, making a new technique of pleasure for the both of you.

“such a needy girl…” his once soothed breathy voice was now shattered, watching your facial expressions to the feeling.

you couldn’t take the slow pace any longer, it was true, you were needy, so you didn’t the only logical thing. you sped up. sebastian had no idea until you started jumping lightly up and down on his cock, becoming undone.

“fuuuck— baby…” he connected his hands with yours, helping you keep balance. “fill me up so well…” you mumbled. sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him.

“gonna… come…” you head lowered, preparing to release. “nah uh… not yet…” he used a previously occupied hand to tip your head back up to make eye contact with him once again. “bu-“ “just— hold it okay?” he offered, grabbing your behind once again, controlling your body on his, the sound of skin slapping echoed all throughout the room. “sebastian please!” you cried out pleads. “go ‘head baby.” he jerked his hips up, emptying himself inside of you as you trembled against him. you tried to grasp on anything, his body, the headboard, the comforter, absolutely anything.

you both were lightheaded, trying to rejuvenate the blood back to your head. you rolled off of him, watching sebastian’s chest rise and lower rapidly. “damn…” you chuckled. “damn is right.”

[thegettingbyp2]

Sebastian Kydd request

The reader is Carrie sister, her and Sebastian are dating out get into an argument and Sebastian goes to the reader for advice and maybe he kisses the reader who gets mad because he is with her sister and runs off in tears, Sebastian then realises he has has feelings for the reader but he is still with Carrie (conflicting feelings)

The Wrong Bradshaw Sister

A/N: This is my first Sebastian fic and I loved writing it so much! I really hope you enjoy it!

Buy me a coffee :)

A soft knock on your bedroom door had you pausing the record that you had playing and putting your book down on your bed before swinging your legs around until they landed on the soft carpet and you padded over to the door. You opened the door and was confused to find your sister, Carrie’s boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, standing on the other side, his hands in his pockets, smiling at you sheepishly.

‘Hey, you okay?’ you asked, confused as to why he would be coming to your door instead of your sisters.

‘Do you mind if I come in?’ he asked and you nodded, holding the door open wider before closing it with a soft click as he sat on the edge of your bed. You walked back over to sit next to him before he spoke. ‘Me and Carrie had a fight.’

‘About what?’ you asked gently, not wanting to pry.

‘She thinks that this business I’m just starting up is stupid and doesn’t think that it will go anywhere.’ He said, turning to look at you and rolling his eyes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

‘Well, do you think that it’s going to take off?’

‘I really do,’ he said, his whole body seeming to grow lighter as his crooked smirk appeared on his lips. ‘I really think that it could be something amazing and I know that should be what matters but it sucks that she isn’t being supportive of me the way I am with her writing. The amount of times she comes to me with doubts that she’s going to make it and I’m there to reassure her but the moment I told her about my idea, it gets shut down.’

You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. You knew that Carrie could sometimes be a bit much when it came to her internship at Interview Magazine and at times that it was the only thing she cared about. But at the same time, you were annoyed at her for not extending the same support she received from Sebastian when he clearly needed it.

‘Well, as long as you believe in it, then that’s the only thing that should matter. But I get it, she should be supportive of you too because it really does sound like a good idea, Sebastian,’ you reassured him, smiling softly up at him.

‘How are you so good at this?’ he asked, looking down at you with wonder in his eyes.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat at his words and you gently shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ you murmured, ‘experience, I guess?’

As soon as you stopped speaking, you felt Sebastian’s lips gently press against yours and you couldn’t stop the surprised intake of breath, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips as he deepened the kiss. His arm wound around your waist and gently pulled you closer until your hands were resting against his chest. For a while, you let yourself get lost in the kiss, letting yourself enjoy the moment.

He slowly lowered you down until he was hovering over you slightly as your back hit your mattress and your hands fisted in his hair, causing a groan to work its way from Sebastian’s throat. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, something like realisation appearing in his eyes as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

‘Sometimes, I think I’m with the wrong Bradshaw sister,’ he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

His words sent your moment to a screeching halt as you remembered who he was, what you were doing and that he was dating your sister. Turning your head to avoid his kiss, you pushed him off you and jumped off of your bed, pacing your bedroom floor as Sebastian remained seated, his eyes following your every movement.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked, slightly breathless from the kiss and kicking yourself for it.

‘(Y/N),’ he began, moving to get off the bed and head towards you. You felt tears begin to fill your eyes and you were quick to turn your back to him, not wanting him to see that you’d let him reduce you to tears. Sebastian’s hand on your shoulder spun you back around to face him, his face falling when he saw your tears. ‘Don’t cry,’ he started, thumbing away your tears from your cheeks.

‘No. We shouldn’t have done this. You’re dating my sister, Sebastian! Why the hell did you think it was okay to kiss me like that, all,’ you trailed off, becoming flustered as he stepped closer into your personal space, a small, smug smirk appearing on his lips as he tilted your chin up to look at him.

‘All what, (Y/N),’ he asked quietly, biting his lip softly as he looked at you and you felt your knees weaken almost immediately.

‘All, you know,’ you said, not being able to find the words to describe that kiss or how it made you feel. ‘But that’s not the point!’ you continued, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, ‘you shouldn’t have kissed me because what if Carrie found out? She’d be crushed, I can’t do that to her.’

‘I like you, (Y/N). I like you more than I should like my girlfriend’s sister but I can’t help it.’ Sebastian said bluntly, causing your cheeks to flush once more. ‘And I know you like me too. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m here and believe me, I look at you the same way.’

There was something about his words and the sincerity of his tone that made you believe everything that he said; that and you didn’t think Sebastian could be that cruel and lead you on. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have feelings for him; since the day Carrie had brought him around, you kicked yourself for not getting to him first. Without thinking, you looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to your toes to press your lips harshly against his again.

Sebastian responded immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and yanking you against his body, kissing you back with more vigour than you ever thought possible. The second you let your thoughts back in, you were jumping backwards, fresh tears gathering in your eyes as you roughly dragged your hand through your hair.

‘God, what is wrong with me?’ you cried as another wave of guilt crashed into you. You felt Sebastian walk up to you again, taking your face in both of his hands and bending down to meet your gaze.

‘(Y/N), tell me you want me too,’ he said with a sense of urgency in his voice. ‘Tell me you want me the way I want you and we can make it happen, I’ll break up with Carrie. I want you. Come on, baby, just say it.’

His thumbs were absentmindedly tracing soothing circles against your cheeks as you thought about what he said. You did want him, you’d wanted him for years and it would be so easy to give into him. But, he was also dating your sister and you’d hate to fight with her over something as stupid as a boy.

After a few moments of excruciating silence, you met his gaze once more. You had your answer. And you were tired of always hiding what you truly wanted just so Carrie could get what she wanted.

‘I want you too.’

[mamaspresley]

taking the next step | austinbutler

wc 1,565 tw none, fluff

     “i don’t think i’m ever gonna get over that movie,” you said as you walked through the front door of your apartment, austin following behind you as you threw your keys on the island counter. “i mean, the hair, the makeup — you looked just like him. and you sounded identical too, i couldn’t tell you guys apart. and your acting, baby. oh my god, you’re so talented. like, i’m never gonna get over that. and baz did such a great job, his directing is out of this world. everything he does — i think this has gotta be my favourite movie of all time.”

     “not biased, or anything,” austin teased, and you turned back to look at him with a small grin on your face. 

     “no, not biased. yes my boyfriend is literally elvis but no, the movie was so much more than that. you were so much more than that,” you said. “you literally became him, aus. i can tell how much you threw into that film and just holy shit, it was so worth it. like that was incredible!”

     “how about you stop talking and kiss me,” austin said, putting his hands on your hips and backing you into the counter. smiling, you nodded, and let the boy dip down to press his soft lips on yours. your hands found home in his curls as you deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours and, in austin’s words, shut you up. you completely were okay with it, though — when it meant kissing him, you were okay with just about anything. 

     austin and you had only been dating for just over half a year but everyone who knew you could tell that what you had between the two of you was special. you had a connection like no other and from the moment you met, you both knew you were in love. you met at a club, and that night got talking deeply about the movie he was filming, which he refused to tell you was the newest elvis biopic everyone was gushing about. you found out only about a week after that, after you and austin had been talking every second of every day, and you began going out shortly after as well. it was his first relationship since his nearly decade-long one which ended a few years back, so austin made sure to let you know that he wanted to take things slow, which you were completely fine with — you felt things for the boy like you felt for no other. but ‘taking things slow’ didn’t go as planned, as the two of you quickly learned that what you had wasn’t just a common attraction. no, you were in love, and you both knew it. 

     “as much as i love kissing you,” austin mumbled into your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw, then your cheek, then your forehead, “i really need to go shower.”

     “okay,” you said, unwrapping your arms from his neck but austin couldn’t stop kissing you, his lips sweet against your shoulder, your neck, below your ear— “austin...”

     “sorry,” he said, lastly kissing your lips while you both smiled. “i’ll be quick.”

     “mhm,” you mumbled, grabbing a fistful of his shirt before pulling him back in for another kiss. 

     while austin showered, the running water became white noise for you as you sat in bed, in your pajamas now, reading a book. although this was your apartment, austin practically lived here, too. his house was farther out of the city, whereas your building was right in the middle of downtown, easy to access from any time of the day. sure, austin’s house was bigger and you thought it was a lot nicer, but he shook his head any time you mentioned it. he loved your place, he said he didn’t like a big house because it made him feel more alone. he liked your apartment, his favourite thing was sitting out on your balcony at night while you were sleeping, watching the cars race by below him and the lights of the city flicker. so naturally you spent the most time at yours, and you didn’t mind. he had his own things here, his shower necessities and nearly a full wardrobe in your closet. that was nice, for when he wasn’t with you and you wanted to wear his clothes. but you wore his clothes anyways, regardless of if he was there to know it or not. 

     “that’s my favourite shirt,” austin said as he walked out of the bathroom that had one door attached to your room, the other to the hallway outside. you looked up from your book, then down at the older oversized grey tee you wore. 

     “i guess it is, i didn’t even notice,” you said, turning back to your book. austin dried off his hair, throwing the towel over the bathroom door as he walked over to your closet, the towel he wore riding low on his hips. his back muscles stretched as he leafed through his clothes, and you couldn’t help but watch as he dropped the towel to step into a pair of boxers. 

     he turned around seconds later, feeling your eyes burn into him, and he smirked. “book not interesting?” you shook your head, closing the novel as you watched him. 

     “not like you are.”

     austin hummed, making his way to the bed and crawling over you. his lips met yours in an instant, kissing you softly, gently — not like you wanted. he ghosted over you, whispering, “real life’s way better, anyways.” you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his pretty blue ones. he kissed you sweetly. “i love you.”

     “i love you, too.” 

     you put your book away as austin climbed in next to you, your lights off, the moon illuminating the room just fine. he pulled you under his arm, kissing the side of your head as you nuzzled in beside him. he smelled good, of the body wash you shared, and his skin felt so soft under your fingertips, grazing up and down his abs. 

     “would you wanna move in together?” austin found himself saying, and his voice in the darkness wasn’t the thing to surprise you, but his words. 

     “what?”

     “we basically already live together, but like, get our own place. i think i’m gonna sell my property. and i’ve kind of already been looking, there’s a really nice loft on like, the edge of the city, not too far from here. two bedrooms. and—”

     you sat up, looking up at the boy as you leaned on your elbow. “you’re serious?”

     austin felt himself growing hot, embarrassed, but he pushed the feelings aside and nodded. “yeah. you always say how you hate how small your apartment is. but my place is too big, it feels wrong. so i was thinking maybe we could just get a place together, you know— start the next chapter in our lives, kinda thing.”

     you smiled. “okay.”

     “really?”

     “yeah,” you nodded. “that would be nice. a place that’s, like, ours. not just my apartment or your house.”

     “exactly,” austin said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “okay, good. i thought you were gonna call me crazy.”

     “no, never.” you settled back in on his chest, a large smile on your lips now. silence casted over the two of you for a few seconds before you spoke up again. “do you want to have kids?”

     austin took a couple seconds before answering. “yeah, yeah ‘course i do. do you?”

     “yeah. two.”

     “i was thinking three,” he said, and you tilted your head up to look at him, the room dark but his eyes glistening in the moonlight. “boys.”

     “how about two girls and a boy.”

     “i don’t want girls, i’m scared i’ll mess them up,” austin said, and you laughed at that. “and i don’t wanna deal with boyfriends. can you imagine? i know what boys are like, i’ll want to kill all of them.”

     “okay, you’re right. maybe two boys and one girl, i can’t be the only girl in the house,” you said, and austin agreed. his hand began carding through your hair, mindlessly as he became lost in thought. 

     “boys gotta be older, though. so she can be protected. older brothers can beat up the boyfriends for us. and i’m not doing the birds and the bees talk with her, that’s your job. i’ll handle the boys, they’re easy.” austin rambled on for a few minutes about your future family, and you couldn’t help but smile, listening to him talk. he began listing off names he liked, what sports he wanted them to play, even what occupation they would each grow up to take. it wasn’t until about six minutes of you not saying anything that austin looked down at you, brushing your hair back off your forehead as he asked quietly, “you asleep, love?”

     “no. just listening.”

     “oh,” he said, and austin chuckled. “i’m sorry. i got a bit ahead of myself there, didn’t i?”

     “nothing to apologize for,” you said, grabbing austin’s hand from your chest and interlacing your fingers. you kissed the back of it gently, looking up at him. his eyes glittered with the reflection of the city lights in your window, and you couldn’t help but think to yourself how beautiful the boy laying above you was. “i love you so much.”

    “i love you too, angel.” austin bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, using his free arm to wrap around you tightly and pull you closer to his chest, as close as possible.

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[madisonfilmss]

Memories - Sebastian Kydd x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol/drinking 

Inspired by Memories by Conan Gray. Listen while reading if you want!

“Why don’t you just go be with Donna? I know you like her more than me. I see the way you look at her. “ 

You were in a very heated argument with your boyfriend, Sebastian. 

“That’s bullshit, Y/L/N. Do you know how much I love you?” he protested 

“If you loved me so much, you wouldn’t hang out with her when I’m not around.” 

“Oh for God’s sake, Y/L/N, I only hung out with her one time! I told you nothing happened.” 

“I can’t keep doing this.” you say honestly 

“Wait, what do you mean?” he asks you with concern in his eyes. 

“This is not love, Sebastian. All this back and forth. Maybe this needs to end. I’m sorry.” 

6 months later 

It had been 6 months since you had ended things. You had a new life in New York, working for Interview. You were happy. 

It had been 6 months since Y/L/N ended things. I’m miserable. My life has no meaning without her. I have to get her back. 

It’s another late night. You are sitting at your desk trying to get ahead of the work that you know is gonna be dumped on you. While working, you can’t help but think of Sebastian. While you two did go back and forth in your relationship, he did treat you well. You end up being distracted by your phone, more specifically your photos of you and Sebastian.  You find yourself being able to smile at the photos. You hadn’t felt that way in a while. 

The intercom buzzes letting you know that someone is at the door. You go back to your work for a few minutes, hearing rain start to hit your window. 

The door opens. 

“Y/L/N?” “Can we talk?” 

There is no way. 

You get up from where you’re siting to see the boy you were still in love with. 

He was in a white t-shirt and jeans, his hair slicked back as always, a little bit wet from the rain. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask him. 

“What do you think I’m doing here, Y/L/N?” he says stumbling towards you. 

“Have you been drinking?” you asked

“No!’ he pauses. “Yes.” 

“How much have you had?” 

One glass, no--- actually it was the whole bottle. 

“Sebastian! That’s not healthy.” you tell him. You obviously still cared about him, together or not. 

“I know, Y/L/N. You have no idea how much I miss you.” 

Why did he have to say that?” 

“Please don’t ruin this for me, Kydd. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” 

“I’m trying to get over this. I’m trying to get over you.” you say, a twinge of anger in your voice. 

“I don’t want you to be over me. I want to get back together.” 

You couldn’t tell if it was a lie or not, so you decide to blame it on the alcohol in his system. 

“That’s the alchol in your system, buddy.”

“I swear it’s not.” Sebastian sobering up within a second. 

“Do you want the truth, Sebastian?” 

He looks at you with pleading eyes waiting for you to finish your thought. 

“I wish that you would stay in my memories but you showed up today just to ruin things.” 

“Is that really what you think I’m doing?” 

“What else could you possibly be doing?” 

“Making things better.” his lips forming his signature smirk. 

“I wanna put you in the past, Sebastian” 

He proceeds to wipe the smirk off his face. “Is that really what you want?” 

You take a moment to think before you speak. 

“You want the honest truth?” 

He nods his head, waiting to hear if you are going to heal his heart or break it once again, for a final time. 

“Honestly, I can’t do that.” 

“You mean too much to me.” 

His face softens and a real smile comes onto his face because he knows he will never let you go again because you are meant to be with him for the rest of your life. 

You will forever and always be his girl.

[absorbedbutler]

things i imagine to cope with the fact i can’t be with austin butler

1. when u hug him your head goes into the crook of his neck and his chin rests on the top of your head while his hand rubs up and down your back

2. love language is physical touch bc he’s a cutie!!! his hands are always on u. holding your pinky, playing with your hands/rings, on the inside of your thigh, back of your neck, etc

3. i KNOW whenever u and him kiss his hands are cupping your face or on the side of your neck

4. LOVESSS casual dominance i.e: ordering for you, telling you to put on a jacket with THAT look on his face, brushing/doing your hair for you, making you get up to get ready for bed no matter how tired you are

5. always manspreading, he did it naturally at first but when he finds how it affects you he does it just to watch how you can’t keep ur eyes off of him and how you start to look nervous

6. cant sleep without touching you, what’s popping into my head for his favorite position is slipping his hand under your shirt onto ur bare back while you’re practically clinging onto him

7. showers with him!! not in a “without me?” f boy kinda way but like in a “cant be without you for 2 minutes” kind of way

8. alwaysss checking in with him about what nail design or color he wants you to do next, he’s paying for them after all!

9. “i have something to tell you…” “what is it bugs?” “i have a crush on you…” typa convos with him MONTHS even years into the relationship

10. the knee thing 😵‍💫 i know y’all seen the legs on that man. you don’t even realize he’s done it until you’re on his lap falling apart into the nape of his neck while he sprawls his hands over your hips and kisses you all over your face

[eddiesgorlie]

Eardrums

Dad to be!Austin x Mom to be!Reader

Summary: Austin helps reader through labor

Warnings: Birth

Word count: 837

Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I was currently in labor with mine and Austin’s first child, that was a great idea, the bad idea was the home birth. As Austin sat on the edge of our bed, I was sitting on his lap, holding onto him for dear life as another contraction began. I tucked my head into his shoulder and let out a powerful scream as he tried to coach me through it. “You got this, baby. Let’s take some deep breath’s together.” He calmly said as I basically blew his eardrums out. “Get this baby out of me!” I yelled. My midwife immediately walked over. “Let’s check you, Y/n.” She said as she checked my cervix. “You’re just about 6 centimeters.” She said. “6?! Only 6?” I cried as my contraction slowly mellowed down. “Sadly, yes.” She sighed. “I think I’m going to pass out.” I said dizzily, looking at Austin with wide eyes. “Lay her down, now Austin.” My midwife said, obviously she saw the panicked look in my eyes. He followed her instruction and laid me down on the bed, I was humiliated as she put a “Puppy pad” under me. “I’m so embarrassed.” I said as tears clouded my vision. “Honey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your about to bring our child into the world, and you look so beautiful doing it.” He said as he kissed my forehead. “Y/n, he’s a keeper. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve heard dads say before.” She said with a laugh. “Oh I know he is.” I said, smiling. “Aw, you two are going to make me blush.” Austin said jokingly. “We better stop before his head gets too big.” I said with a laugh.

“Austin, lay with me please, I feel another one coming on.” I said with a deep breath. He crawled in bed next to me. “I’m right here.” He very gently stroked my belly through my contraction, doing everything he could to try to ease my pain. “Next baby we have, I’m having a hospital birth and getting that fucking epidural.” I said through gritted teeth as my contraction became stronger. “There’s going to be another baby?” Austin asked with a smile. “It depends on how big this one’s head is, from the way it feels, it got my big head.” I said. “I love your head, it has room for all of your thoughts a great ideas.” He said lovingly. “Fuck you.” I choked out. “I’m sorry…” He said, dragging out the Y. “Can she check me again? It’s been a while.” I said. “Baby, it’s been 15 minutes.” He sighed. “Can she still check?” I asked. He got out of bed and returned with the midwife a second later. “Let’s see where you’re at now.” She said. “You look at be about a 9. It looks like it’s time to start preparing.” She said with a smile.

Austin looked at me with excited eyes as my midwife left the room to get the supplies. “I’m so scared.” I said. “It’s okay to be scared, I’m going to be with you every step of the way and we’ll have a beautiful baby in our arms soon.” Austin said as he stroked my hair. “Who’s ready to have a baby?!” She said as she walked in the room with a big bag of things. “I definitely am, are you, baby?” Austin asked as he looked at me. “Me too.” I said with a smile. “Well perfect. I’m going to see how dilated you are and if you’re a 10, we’ll start pushing, if not I’ll get set up.” She said. I nodded. “Well, it looks like you are at just about a 9. Are you still having bad contractions?” She asked. “They’re horrible.” I said. “I’m going to get set up, if you feel the need to push, just tell me and we will get started.”

It was another hour before it was finally time to have this baby. “Austin, it’s time.” I said, my breathing becoming unstable. He quickly stood up and ran to the doorway, calling for the midwife. She sped into the room and walked over to me. “Feel the urge to push?” She asked. “Mhm, very much so.” I said, my voice shaky. “Ok, let’s try something to get you comfortable. Austin lay behind her and have her lay against your chest.” Austin immediately laid behind me and I leaned against him, she was right, this was very comfortable. “Spread your legs now, please.” My midwife said. I spread my legs and saw her shocked face. “You’re crowning, give us a big push.” She said excitedly. I wailed as I pushed. “It burns!” I yelled. “It’s the ring of fire, you’re doing so good! The head is almost out.” She said with a smile.

“It’s a boy!” She said as she carefully laid my newborn on my chest. “I’ll give you three some time.” You three, I loved the sound of that.