#sebastian kydd fanfiction

[vintageaustin]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 04.20.2023

Welcome to my main masterlist! It is about time I finally got this up and running... and not broken

Under the cut you will find the links to everything I posted along with prewarning's to the fics themselves. Please pay attention to these warnings as the things I write are not for everyone!

A couple of things to note, descriptions are short little summaries. They may not be the best explained, but I promise the fic themselves are much better then such.

Along with that, keep an eye out for the emojis below for some pre-warnings.

🖤 Dark Themes 🤍 Smut

Elvis Presley

Baby Fever

► You and Elvis have been married for about three years now, and he thinks it's time for a baby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Jessie's Girl

► You are Elvis' best friend's girlfriend, but little did you know Elvis is head over heels for you.

Part 1, Part 2 🤍

Pretty When You Cry

► Reader finds out that Elvis has to leave for Germany

Fucked My Way Up to The Top 🤍

► Sugar daddy Elvis being jealous after seeing the waiter flirt with the reader at the restaurant

Summer of '55

► The reader goes with Elvis and some friends down to the sunflower fields. Your best friend ends up asking what he's like in bed and Elvis overhears how in love the reader is with Elvis.

Art Deco 🤍

► Reader and Elvis meet at Club Handy after being apart for a short period of time. The both of you knew that you're bad for one another, but can't leave each other alone.

It's Supposed to be Fun Turning 21

► Based off the Presley home video's on Priscilla's 21st birthday. Instead of Priscilla it is the reader.

Fuck it I Love You

► Sugar daddy Elvis starting a relationship between 34-year-old Elvis and 19-year-old reader, who is the Colonel's step daughter... it starts off pretty innocent but soon turns into a lot more.

Part 1, Part 2

Honey, I Belong With You

► Drugged up Elvis begging you to stay by his side forever. You make a promise that you might not be able to keep.

Take Me to Church

► The church and the royal family isn't always the best mix, but when it comes to the newfound king and the presists daughter... they mix perfectly.

Baby Blues

► Reader finds out that Elvis is cheating, and she finds herself with filled with rage.

Until I Found Her

► Formally known as Tredici // cowriter: @asshlyyyy

► You’ve heard of Romeo and Juliet right? Well, imagine that… but remove the violence and death. You’re the rich girl who would never be seen with someone who was poor. Well… that’s what you image was. You didn’t care about the money. Because once you found Elvis… Everything changed.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sebastian Kydd

Cruel Summer 🤍

► The reader and Sebastian have been friends since forever... well that is until that one collage part...

Austin Butler

Are you Lonesome Tonight......?

► It is 2020 and the Covid pandemic just got worse than it already was... Seeing you are in lockdown and living with your boyfriend who was working on the new Elvis movie and your college being on lock down as well, it could get quite lonesome.

Lotta True Crime

► Serial Killer Austin kidnaps reader who has a podcast about true crime with her friends. She saw something she shouldn't have, and the rest is history.

Part 1 🖤, Part 2 🖤, Part 3 🖤🤍, Part 4 🖤

Say Yes to Heaven, Say Yes to Me

► It is the 1950s, and Austin is on his way to get married to the love of his life.

I've Got My Eye on You

► The reader is getting hated on and becomes depressed... down in the dumps... and even suicidal. Austin helps the reader through this hard time.

Put Me In a Movie

► Both the reader and Austin have an unhealthy obsession with each other and decide to finally make something of it.

[austinstyles]

This is us

Sebastian Kydd x reader

Note: I am so excited to finally do my first Sebastian Kydd fanfic. I will do my best. And also the reader is a friend of Carrie in this fanfic. And Carrie is supportive of her friend the reader dating Sebastian. And you can imagine the reader however you want to. I did a poll on it I should do a Sebastian Kydd fanfic and the winner is yes I am doing a Sebastian Kydd fanfic. And request are open. Enjoy.

Warning: kissing,fighting, bruises, and spelling mistakes.

Y/n pov

Me and Sebastian Kydd have been going steady for 3 months, everything is going well with our relationship. Sebastian is at the moment hanging out with his friends, and one of those friends also happens to be my good friend Carrie. Me and Sebastian try to have the type of relationship with little jealousy in it. And that works of us most of the time. At the moment what is happening to me is that I am at home doing my homework. I started to have my phone ringing and I looked to see how was calling me, it was Carrie so I decided to pick up the call.

On the phone call:

Y/n: Hey Carrie what is up? Is everything all right?

Carrie: Y/n everything is okay, but something happened. Sebastian got into a fight in the parking lot of the dinner. Can you get her?

Y/n: Sebastian got into a fight. I will be thier as soon as I can.

Carrie: okay see you soon.

Y/n: see you soon.

End of call.

Right when the call from Carrie ended I was on my way to inform my parents I was going out , and would be home as soon as possible. Then after telling my parents, I was getting in my car and leaving the driveway to my home. I was rushing to the dinner on my way, but also not breaking the speed limits. Soon after I parked my car at the dinner and spotted Sebastian and Carrie standing outside. Sebastian had a black eye and some bruises on his had from the fight. I run up to where I see them stand and give Sebastian a concerned look on my face. And give in a soft hug before polling away.

“What happened during that fight Sebastian? And also why were you in a fight in the first places?” I said looking at my boyfriend standing in front of me.

“ I got into this fight because this person was being very rude and I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I punched him and he punched me. The fight lasted until someone had to poll me away form him. And I walked straight out of their, and have been standing here. I did not want you to worry about me Y/n.” Sebastian told me. So that explained some of it, but I was still questioning what could this person have done that was very rude. But I was at the moment more  focus on making sure my boyfriend is okay.

Then after that Carrie was going back home so it was just me and Sebastian standing outside. And I was wondering if I could go and sit inside a car since I was getting cold. “ Her take my jacket Y/n. You seam to be getting cold. Since we’re standing outside.” My boyfriend put is jacket around my shoulders, I was about to protest but I knew Sebastian would just tell me to take it. I mouth a thanks to him. And he gave me is reassuring nod.

Then we dictate that it was time to get to the car and go home. Well for me it was since my phone was getting messages form my  parents to please come home soon.

“ Sebastian my mom and dad want me home soon. Can I give you a ride home? If you did not come in your car.” I told my boyfriend. And was actually wanting to spent more time with him. But my parents wanted me home.

“I understand that you have to get home. We will see each other at school. But I do wish to spend more time with you Y/n. I have my car so I might go back home soon. And you can keep the jacket.” Sebastian told me. And I was about to give him is jacket, it is like some the can read my mind. And at times he doesn’t. I lean my head face towards his and soon are lips are in sync. Then we soon poll away the kiss.

“Goodbye Sebastian and good night. See you at school.” I said and was about to leave to get to my car.

“ Goodbye Y/n. And good night.” Sebastian said. Then we both go to each of our cars and drive away.

I am in my car driving and thinking I am so happy that I found Sebastian. We have our ups and downs but I believe we work together.

Thanks for reading. Hope everyone enjoyed it.

🩷😃🌸👍🏻🖤

Grace

[ilovebuthatemen]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ masterlist

welcome to my fics! here you will find all of my works rolled into one :) happy scrolling!

— Austin Butler

⤑ orgasm denial - smut

⤑ be my baby - sub!aus smut

⤑ hands all over - Austin!elvis smut

⤑ safety - Austin!elvis fluff

⤑ trouble - smut

⤑ brat - sebastian!austin smut

⤑ tension - Sebastian!austin smut

⤑ acts of lust - Austin!elvis smut

⤑ winding down - smut

⤑ sweet nothings - smut

— Jacob Elordi

— Tom Blyth

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— Evan Peters

— Costas Mandylor

⤑ Aftercare - mark hoffman smut

✎ any celeb can be requested, just hit my inbox!

[eddiesgorlie]

Her protector (Austin edition)

Austin Butler x Reader (Elvis version is coming soon!)

Summary: Austin, Y/n’s best friend comes to her rescue on her birthday when her abusive boyfriend gets angry.

Warnings: Abusive partner, broken glass, domestic violence, blood, smut, oral F receiving, after care.

Jamie, my boyfriend, I loved him but he had a temper, but doesn’t everyone? Austin, my childhood best friend hated him for that. Yes, Jamie hit me more than once but I said the wrong thing and it set him off, I shouldn’t have pushed his buttons. Today was my 30th birthday and Austin was coming over to celebrate, my two favorite men in the same room, two arch enemies in the same room. It was Sunday so I knew not to even make a peep to Jamie until half time of his favorite football teams games. I stood in the kitchen making my birthday cake, red velvet with pink cream cheese icing. It was 12:30 and Austin was arriving at 1:30. Finally at 1:00 I had the cake baked and almost cooled so I decided to get dressed, I wore a black sweetheart neckline above the knee dress with flutter sleeves. I put my apron on to protect my dress as I frosted the cake, just as I was carrying the glass bowl of frosting, my cat was behind me and I tripped over her, the glass bowl shattering, small pieces of glass were in my hands, mittens the cat, of course unscathed.

“Babe? Can you help me? I’m sorry to bother you!” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, angry. Fuck fuck fuck. “What did I tell you about bothering me during my games? Get your ass up.” He spat. I tried to stand up without feeling the glass imbedding in my hands, failing miserably I whined. “Oh shut up.” He said. The moment I stood up he pushed me against the wall. “Are we clear?” He said through gritted teeth. “Crystal.” I spat. “Watch your tone!” He said as he punched me across the face. Just then, the front door opened and Austin watched as fell to the ground, landing on broken glass. I was dizzy and vision blurry, all I could hear was yelling and the sound of skin hitting skin until a loud thump hit the ground. “Come ‘ere.” He said picking me up bridal style. I screamed and kicked until I open my eyes to see Austin holding me. “Its just me, your ok.” He said with sad eyes. “Don’t look back.” He said. I nodded and leaned my head against his chest. He walked out to his car and laid me in the backseat, sitting next to me as he looked me over for injuries. I shook, skin pale as I was in shock, he’d never hit me like that.

“Look at me Y/n.” Austin said. I met his blue eyes, mine filling with tears. “Your ok now, your ok. Are you hurt at all?” He asked. I showed him my hands that were now bleeding a lot worse. “Let’s get you to my house, I’ll take care of you there.” He said, kissed my forehead and got in the drivers seat. I whined as the shock wore off. “A-austin.” I said. “What’s going on? Do you need help? Here I’ll pull over.” He said. “No!” I yelled. “Hey, what’s going on, talk to me.” He said. “Are we almost to your house? M-my hands hurt.” I said. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes and I’ll get that all taken care of.” He said.

The rest of the drive was silent which was very strange for Austin, he always had the oldies station on the radio. It made me upset since I knew I was the reason it was silent, we should be at the house right now, Austin, Jamie and I should be enjoying cake but instead I had to mess it up. “We’re here.” He said, putting the car into park. He opened the car door for me and helped me out. “Go lay on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” He said, nodding towards his room. “Okay.” I said as I walked to his room. I made myself comfortable on his bed as I inspected my hands, they hurt, almost as much as my face hurt. He walked in to the room with a washcloth and first aid kit, I opened my mouth to talk but quickly tasted iron on my tongue. “Austin.” I said. “Yeah?” He asked, setting his “doctors station” up. “Is my nose broken?” I sighed. “Let me look.” He said. His gentle hands carefully touched my nose as he inspected it. “It doesn’t look broken, I think it’s just bleeding.” He said. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. Humor is in fact my coping mechanism. “Hey, don’t cry.” He said. “Do you have any tampons?” I asked, slightly laughing through my tears. “No, I don’t.” He said, grabbing tissues from his bedside table.

“Doesn’t your girlfriend have any?” I asked. “Nope.” He said. “Oh, she’s one of those girls that likes to play it risky.” I said. “Y/n, we broke up 3 months ago.” He spat. “I-I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “We haven’t talked in 4.” He said. “4? That can’t be right.” I said. “It is, want me to pull up the texts? Lot’s of one sided conversations.” He said. “I’m sorry, he- he just didn’t want me talking to a lot of people. I’m sorry about your girl.” I said. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine, we never really romantically connected in my opinion.” He said. I held the tissue to my nose as I thought back on our history together. Of course, when you’re best friends at such a young age and you grow into teenagers and hormones kick in you get curious, he was the first boy that ever touched me and my first kiss. It was so special but of course, I played it off after with an “Ew” like he did, I always have wondered if he meant that “Ew”.

I watched as he grabbed tweezers and started moving towards my hand to take out the glass. “Are those eyebrow tweezers?” I asked. “Yes they are, they’re all I have. I can use my big fingers instead.” He said with a laugh. “I think your fingers are quite nice, actually.” I said, not thinking about what I’d just said. His cheeks tinted pink but he brushed it off. “Are you going to go back to him?” He asked. “Um, I might. I love him, he just has his moments, like all of us.” I shrugged. “Oh, all of us hit their girlfriends over a football game, even when they’re hurt?” He asked. “I don’t mean it like that, he just handles his anger differently.” I said. “Oh ok, so when he punches you thats just him expressing himself?” He asked. “Drop it.” I said. “Fine.” He spat and continued his torturous work on my hands.

“Fuck!” I yelled as he worked a large piece out of my skin. “I’m sorry, it’s almost out.” He said. “Oh that’s all you’re sorry about?” I said. “I’m sorry for commenting on your relationship.” He sighed. “I’m 30 now, you have to let me make my own choices.” I said meeting his sad eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again.” He said. “I’ll think about it. What do I do though? He supports me.” I said. “You can stay here.” Austin said as he carefully wrapped my hands in thin layers of gauze. “No way, with all the girls you bring in here I don’t want to hear… y’all.” I said. “If you’re here, I wouldn’t want to bring any girls home.” He said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something different in his eyes, a questioning look. “I don’t want you to have to quit your bachelor life because of me.” I said. “It would be the best thing I’ve ever quit.” He said, his face inching closer to mine. I felt his breath fan over my lips before I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his. His hands buried into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned as his tongue made it’s entrance into my mouth, massaging against my own tongue.

He pulled away from me to catch our breaths but never disconnected our bodies. He pulled me into his lap and started his assault on the sensitive skin of my neck. “Aus..” I moaned as he nipped at my skin. “God, I love you.” He said meeting my eyes, his full of love and lust. “I love you.” I said, grinding my hips down onto his looking for some type of friction. His hips bucked up against mine. I reached down towards the hem of my dress and looked at Austin for help. “Help me? My hands.” I said. His hand reached behind me and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down, my nerves on fire with every touch. He pulled the dress over my head and my arms rested at my sides. “These were meant for him to see, weren’t they?” Austin asked, playing with the little bow on the front of my pink bra. “Yes..” I mumbled. “And this pretty wet pussy?” He asked, his fingers rubbing over my slit through the fabric of my panties. “Yes.” I said. “Did he ever eat this pretty pussy?” He asked as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, a big wet spot left on them. “Yes.” I said. “Did he make you cum?” He asked, his lips placing kisses on my inner thighs. “No.” I said. “Well that explains why you’re so wet for me, you’ve had to take care of yourself for so long.” He said.

“Yes…” I moaned as he licked a stripe up my dripping pussy, my injured hands carefully burying themselves in his hair. “Oh my God!” I yelled as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slightly nipping at it. “Good girl.” He said against my pussy, the vibration making my legs shake. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. “Very.” I said, just as his fingers dipped inside of me, curling against my G-spot. I felt a strong heat building before it snapped, a gush of liquid coming out of my pussy. “Oh my God!” I yelled as I humped his face. Austin, my best friend Austin, made me squirt. My legs shook and my vision white as I rode out the orgasm, Austin not quitting his assault on my pussy. “What a good girl. You got your cum all over me.” He said, rising from the floor as he pulled his soaked shirt off, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He hovered over me and lightly stroked my cheek where a bruise was forming. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, it was amazing.” I said with a small laugh. “I love you.” He said, his lips connecting with mine. My hand carefully reached down to his pants and squeezed his hard cock.

He pulled away from the kiss with a groan. “You need a little help there?” I asked, smiling. “Only if you want to continue.” He said. “Yes.” I said. He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his belt and pulled his black jeans from his body, his boxers following, revealing his large cock. He climbed back on top of me and unclipped my bra before lining up with my entrance. He stroked himself a few times and pushed in, stretching out my walls. He held my hip with one hand and took my breasts in the other, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You feel amazing, better than I imagined.” He said, his lips placing kisses on my breasts as he thrusted into me. “You’ve imagined this before?” I asked breathlessly, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Since I was 15.” He said against my skin. “So you didn’t mean ew? That has been my daily question for the past 16 years. I said with a small laugh. “Of course not. So that means you’ve imagined this before?” He asked. “Only thing that could get me off.” I said with a moan as he rubbed circles over my clit. “Just like that.” I said.

He continued thrusting hard into me, his balls slapping against my skin. The warmth started building up again and I knew I was close. “I’m going to cum.” I said into his neck as I pulled him closer to me. “Me too, baby.” He said. Him calling me “Baby” threw me over the edge and I clenched around his cock. He thrusted into me as I rode out my orgasm. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself, cumming onto my stomach as I clenched around nothing. He collapsed onto me, his head burying into my neck. “I love you.” He said as we caught our breathes. “I love you so much, Aus.” I said.

He grabbed tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself and I up before crawling into bed next to me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me close to his chest. “I’m not going back.” I said as I placed kisses on his chest. “Thank you.” He said, kissing my head.

[enchantinglyjade]

Austin Butler/Elvis Masterlist

Main Masterlist

(M) = Mature

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Series

I Can Dream About You [Sebastian Kydd x OC] (M)

Alex is a quiet nobody that was lucky enough to get recognized by the most popular girl in school, Donna LaDonna. Now under Donna's rulership, Alex is faced with the issue of her own individuality when her and Donna fall for the same bad boy, transfer student, Sebastian Kydd. He is everything Donna wants, but what happens he falls for her invisible minion instead?

Milk & Honey [Austin!Elvis x Black!OC] (M)

The year is 1954. Honey James has recently moved her and her mother to Memphis, Tennessee to secretly pursue her passion for music. However, now living in a bustling city, she is quickly met with the harsh realities of what it means to be mixed race during her time. After constant rejection, she finally manages to get employed as a cleaner at one of Beale Street’s most inventive and poppin’ nightclubs, Club Handy, where she hopes to one day perform. Unfortunately for Honey, her road to fame faces even more sinkholes when she reunites with an old friend turned pop star that shows her a whole new world of difficulties and fears regarding the limelight and what it’s like to find love as a black woman in the deep south.

[kingdomforapony]

I really had the weirdest dream last night. (Maybe I should add that besides reading Elvis fanfiction before going to bed, I watched The Menu 😂):

I was working in this restaurant's kitchen and the chef was a longhaired Austin Butler that said really mean things to me but always gave me these confident (and hot) Sebastian Kydd smirks. I was afraid and went to hide in his secret office where there was a huge shelf full of hundreds of very thin notebooks. I took one out and it had a really beautiful binding, something colorful, flowers or something. When I opened it, I realized it was a gratitude journal filled with Austin's handwriting and this whole ass shelf was full of them. But before I could read anything, he found me and I woke up.

At least nobody died 😂 but also, longhaired Austin isn't even my favourite and now I need to know what his handwriting looks like 🤔😅

[tbyfandoms]

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.”

[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.

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Because we don’t have enough Sebastian Kydd fics out there, Sebastian with #19

The Window

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He had moved in the house opposite from yours when both of you were all of six. The excitement carried you to carelessly run across the street as fast as your little legs could take you to see what was going on. In your carelessness, you had crashed hard against something and landed right on your butt. You had scraped your knee right through your skirt and felt tears well up in your eyes. "Ugh ow," you heard the sound of a little boy and looked up at him. He was holding his head. His elbow was hurt and his lip seemed to be bleeding too. By now you were fully sobbing from pain and fear of being yelled at by grown ups for not being careful. Now, he was looking at you and he quickly dropped his hand from his head and crawled over to you. "Hey, don't cry. It's okay. My mom says brave kids don't cry," while trying to comfort you he had stood up and was helping you up. The first thing you noticed about him were his big blue eyes. He innocently asked you, “Why were you running?”

“I wanted to be your friend and show you my tree house,” you answered honestly.

“Let’s go then.”

You both limped your way to your backyard and up the tree to your beloved tree house. Little did you know that that was where the both of you would spend your time for the next six years.

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6 Years Later

“No, Y/N! You’re too old for that tree house now! Just let it go,” your father yelled at you.

Upset beyond belief, you sought comfort in the only place you knew - Sebastian Kydd, the boy who had been your closest friend since you were six. So, you crossed the street over to his house and knocked on the door, once again, with tears in your eyes.

“Hey Y/N, I was going to come over to the tree hou- What’s wrong?” he asked noticing the tears.

Without giving it a second thought, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. 

“Daddy’s going to take the tree house down.”

“Oh”

Your tears were now wetting his shirt. He pulled you back by the shoulders and said, once again, “Hey, don’t cry. It’s just a tree house.”

You sniffled, “B-b-but what about us? Where w-will we ha-ang out?”

“I’ll figure it out. I promise. Now, go on home and I’ll see you after dinner, okay?”

You nodded knowing he was telling you the truth and that you would see him tonight. You just didn’t know how or where. So, you went about your normal routine. After dinner, you were curled up in your bed with a book and that’s when you heard your window rattle. You got up to go see if a storm had started and pulled the curtain back. You gasped loudly when you saw Sebastian precariously balancing on the outer ledge.

“Jesus Christ, Sebastian are you crazy?” you asked him as you opened the window and he jumped into your room.

“I promised I would see you and I don’t like breaking promises to you.” 

For some reason you felt your heart flutter but you pushed the feeling away, “How did you even get up there?”

“Well, your room is right next to our tree house tree and I’ve been climbing that tree for years. I just climbed a little higher and I could reach your window.”

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4 Years Later

It was now a usual thing for Sebastian to jump through your window but still, he sometimes managed to scare you. Like this morning, when you had your headphones on and had ‘Danger Zone’ by Kenny Loggins playing on full volume. 

It was the first day of junior year for both of you and you wanted to pump yourself up by having a little solo dance party before school. Of course, you forgot to lock the window and he jumped in rather quietly. You were rocking out an air guitar quite fabulously when you felt someone grab your shoulders.

“AAAHHHH!!! Goddamit Sebastian! You scared me!” He was laughing so hard that he had doubled over, “You know my house has a door right? You don’t always have to use the window.”

He was now sitting on your bed comfortably, “I know but then how else would I catch you dancing?”

You picked up something from the floor and without even looking at what it was, you threw it at him, “You’re so annoying.”

“These are nice,” he had caught what you had thrown at him - your flowery pink bra - it was now dangling by his finger.

You turned red in embarrasment and marched over to him, “Give it back.”

“What? This? No, I think I’ll keep it,” he extended his hand further out of your reach.

“Sebastiannn,” you whined and bent over him trying to reach for the bra. He took his opportunity and tickled your ribs. You jerked away from him, “Don’t you dare, Sebastian Kydd. Just give the bra back to me, please.”

“Come get them.”

You tried to be quicker in bending over him this time but he still managed to tickle you. You lost your balance and at some point during the struggle you realised you were lying on top of him. Suddenly, both of your laughing ceased and you were breathing heavily, so close that you were breathing each other’s air. 

Sebastian gulped, “Y/N, I think I’m going to kiss you now.”

You nodded slightly and before you could even blink, he had leaned up and captured your lips. Both of your inexperience made the kiss fast paced and messy. You’re not entirely sure how but when you eventually pulled away to catch your breath, you saw that it was now Sebastian who was on top of you.

“Y/N,” Sebastian muttered, still trying to catch his breath, “I-I’ve been wanting to tell y-y-you something for a few days now.”

And almost like your minds, bodies and souls had become one you bluttered out, “I really like you.”

The look of shock on his face scared you but that fear melted away as soon as it came because all at once, his face cracked into that beautiful smile that you had come to love because yes, you had known you loved this boy when you had looked into his big blue eyes at the naive age of six.

“Can I take you out on a date today after school?”

You nodded vigorously and this time he bent down to just hug you in the position you were in on the bed. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, then the lips and went back out that god forsaken window.

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I hope you enjoyed it @thatonemoviefan 

- Fantasia <3

[asrealasadonut]

This night has opened my eyes

*A Sebastian Kydd/black female oc

A/N: I’ve been writing this for about a month. It was originally meant for Austin’s character James from zoey 101 but decided to write it for my bby Seb.

(Shoutout to everyone writing Sebastian fic!! He deserves it!)

Warnings: swearing.

+This was kinda rushed so you’ll see some grammar mistakes sorry! Oc’s name is Kay btw 🙂

Chapter 1: Blue Monday

Kay didn’t care for Sebastian Kydd. All the girls in school were so obsessed with him, but she just didn't get it. He was just some guy. What was all the fuss about? Sure, he was cute. He had that whole bad boy thing about him and he drove a bright red Porsche. But so what? Girls would giggle and whisper to each other when he’d walk by. To Kay, The whole thing was eye roll inducing.

She assumed a lot of things about him. To her, he seemed like the type of guy who lived off of attention, especially from girls. She had never even spoken to the tall boy even though the two of them did share two classes. Until one day, in Spanish class. He asked her a simple question.

“Hey. Can I borrow a pencil?”

The blonde boy was turned to face her. Big eyes blinking waiting for a response.

Despite her feelings about the guy, she handed him one.

“Thank you.”

He whispered. An easy smile on his face.

She responded with a quick “sure” and that was the end of that. Until he asked her for one the next class. And the next. Then the next.

Two weeks passed and she was down 10 pencils. Which was a little odd.

The thing about Kay is that she always had writing utensils on her person. A little blue zipper bag with tweety bird on the front. She filled it with freshly sharpened pencils and various pens. She wasn't selfish about it. If anyone needed one, all you had to do was ask her. Most kids would give them back at the end of the class or until they got some of their own.

She could have said no when Sebastian asked, but then she'd look like a bitch. She was so used to giving them away at this point. She was known for it. This boy probably had things handed to him from girls all the time. And of course Kay would be a victim of his bad boy charm. She gave those things away as if it didn't hurt her a little every time.

So much so that she moved her seat to the opposite end of the classroom they shared. Was she being dramatic? Sure. But, Kay didn't take things like this lightly. They were more than just pencils. They were something in her life she had control over.

Being 17, she didn't feel in control of much. But those pencils nestled in that canvas bag were hers. They belonged to her. It was like Sebastian tried to break into that safe space. And that made her feel some type of way.

Every time she saw him in the halls she sported an annoyed frown on her face. She thought he wouldn’t notice. The way he’d laugh and nod at conversations with his friends. Oblivious to the trouble he was causing her. There was no way Kay was at the forefront of his mind. Or so she thought.

The day Sebastian walked into his 2nd period history class and saw that Kay was sitting in a different seat across the room, he was a little hurt. The two times he asked for a pencil he really needed one but the third time he hoped she’d catch on to the fact that he liked her.

He liked turning around and seeing her big kind brown eyes. It was such a simple gesture. But it was more than that to him. Everyone else at school would do anything to get close to him just because he had big house and his parents were rich.

He was known as a rebel. The guy with the car and the big house. No one really knew that big house was always empty. It got old fast. He didn’t have any real friends.

So with Kay, she saw past all that crap. She didn’t care who he was. There was no yearning in her eyes. She didn't want anything from him. It was refreshing. So, if there was something he did to upset her, he had to fix it immediately.

Kay was now sitting in the school's cafeteria eating her lunch. Alone. She sighed, putting down her pb&j. Today was the day she asked her history teacher to move seats. She was closer to the board; which was a good thing, but something was off.

Part of her missed seeing him turn around. His voice in a soft whisper. His smile made her chest tighten. It was like a quiet ritual between them. She sat in class that day and looked at him from across the room. Part of her hoped he'd look back.

“Ugh no you can't like him!

He messed up the only thing that was yours!

You can't let him get away with that just because he's cute!”

Her inner voice screamed.

Does he think those things grow on trees? Well technically yes but that wasn’t the point. She wanted those pencils back! No one has ever taken more than 2 pencils from her! What if he wanted something else in return one day. Not to mention every girl going nuts for him! She couldn't believe he got her to give in. God! He made her so frustrated!

She huffed. Her bouncing leg steadying her racing thoughts. Someone called her name.

“Kay?”

She looked up to see him. The boy she was trying so hard to avoid.

“Could I talk to you?”

It felt like she’d be caught. A deer in the headlights. She looked around as if that would help. She licked her lips. A nervous habit.

“Sure what’s up?” she tried to say as calmly as she could.

“Did I…. do something wrong?

Kay’s eyes went wide. Some kids turned to look at the both of them. Sebastian was very popular and people paid attention to everything he did. He was pretty self aware of his effect on the student body. He quickly sat down across from her. Slightly frowning as if to apologize for his presence.

“No, why?”

“Well you moved your seat away from mine in history. I thought maybe it was something I did.”

“Ah fuck.” She thought. Now she has to confront him.

“uh,’

she starts.

Her mouth felt dry. Kay didn't think he would notice her like this. She couldn't help but let her inner thoughts come out.

“You didn't do anything wrong. How could you, you’re perfect.” She laughs out nervously.

He barked out a laugh. His eyebrows knitted together.

“Trust me, I am not perfect. Why would you think that?”

She scoffs.

“Everyone else seems to think so.”

“What?” The blond boy shook his head. A look of genuine confusion on his face.

She sighs. She can’t do this. This guy had such an affect on her and she didn’t like it.

“Uh Sorry! I forgot I have a test to retake!”

A sheepish grin appeared on her face.

“I'm sorry. I'll see you around.”

Kay gets the hell out of that crowded lunchroom. She stuffed her half eaten sandwich in her bag as she ran out.

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Chapter 1 of 3

[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.”

[austinstyles]

I wanted to post this poll to find out what everyone that read this wants me to write a fanfic about. Like do you want Austin Butler or Niall Horan or Cody Fern. Also if you want a fanfic based on the characters they play that I write for. (Also this poll is done in one week. Will also be sharing the results.)

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so, austin and reader act together in a movie in which he is a villain, so their relationship is abusive, and he feels so bad seeing his girlfriend miserable (even though she is acting) that after recording he spoils her being super kind and doing everything to please her

Love this idea! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to post it.

Unneeded Apologies

Warnings: Movie violence, cursing.

Word count: 832

“Go to hell, you asshole!” I yelled. “What did you say?” He spat. “I said, go to hell, you asshole!” I yelled again as I grabbed my duffel bag of my items. “No one treats me like that.” I mumble as I go to open the motel door. “Get back here.” He said as he not so aggressively grabbed me by my hair. “Cut! Austin come on, you’ve got to try to make it a little more realistic, you don’t have to hurt her of course but don’t barely touch her.” The director sighed. This was about the 17th time we’ve had to reshoot this scene for Bikeriders because of this moment, he was scared to hurt me so he was being too gentle for the abusive boyfriend role. “Lets go from the top again.” The director said.

“Let me go! Please.” I cried as he carefully held me by my neck. “You don’t ever talk to me like that again, you hear me?” He yelled. “Yes!” I yelled, clawing my hands between my neck and his hand. “Good.” He said, dropping me and I fell into a ball on the floor. “Cut! That looked perfect, great job. Take 5.” The director said. Austin quickly kneeled onto the floor to help me up. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked, moving the hair that was over my eyes. “I’m doing great! Let’s go take our break, a sandwich is calling my name.” I said strutting towards our trailer.

“This is amazing.” I said almost inhaling my sandwich, when you’ve got 5 minutes you have to do what you’ve gotta do. Austin was sitting across from me on the couch, looking mopey as he ate his soup. “What’s wrong babe?” I asked. “I’m ok, is your sandwich good?” He asked, putting on a fake smile. “I know you better than anyone, Austin. Tell me whats wrong.” I said, reaching for his hand. “I don’t want to have to act out these abusive scenes anymore, I’m too scared I’m going to hurt you.” He said. “Austin, you could never hurt me.” I said. He opened his mouth to talk when the trailer door was thrown open. “Come on, we’re shooting the bar scene.” A man said.

Austin seemed to be happier the rest of the day, sneaking over to hug or kiss me, holding my hand at any chance. “Last scene of the night!” The director yelled. It was the big fight scene, just about the only scene where Austin’s character protects mine. “It’s pretty early, let me take you to dinner after this.” Austin whispered. “Early? Its 11pm.” I laughed. “Early for waffle house.” He said, smirking. “You know I love hash browns.” I said kissing him before the scene started.

Finally after what felt like years, we were done at 12:15. “Let’s get changed and head to our fancy dinner.” He said, grabbing my hand as we walked to our trailer. We both changed into comfy sweatpants and t-shirts and got into the car. “Y/n, you promise you’d tell me if you’re uncomfortable with a scene?” He asked, looking between me and the road. “I promise, Austin.” I said. “Thank you.” He said as he stroked my hand. “I’m so tired.” I said, leaning my head against the seat. “Do you want me to grab take-out?” “Take-out from Waffle House? Is that a thing?” I asked. “I mean, I think so. Hash browns and blueberry crepes?” He asked. “You got it.” I said, smiling at the fact he has my order memorized. He got out of the car and walked into Waffle House. I pressed the button to lay my seat back and turned on the seat warmer, closing my eyes.

My eyes flickered open as he tried to quietly get into the car with a take-out bag. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” He sighed. “No, I was just resting my eyes.” I lied. The drive back to set was quiet, just Austin humming to the radio. “Those boots are killing me!” I say as we walk into our trailer, referring to the boots my character wears. “Here, let me rub your feet.” He said. “No, it’s ok Austin. Lets eat.” I said, setting the bags on the table. “Come here, babe.” He said. I sighed and grabbed the take-out containers, sat on the couch and put my feet into Austins lap. He was damn good at massages. He got to work and I picked up a piece of bacon and stuck it in his mouth. “Thank you.” He said once he was done chewing. “I love you.” I said. “I love you.” He said smiling.

Finally at around 2am, we were full and my feet weren’t aching. “We have a 6am call time, don’t we?” I sighed. “That we do.” He sighed. We tiredly walked to bed curled up under the sheets. “Goodnight, I love you.” He said kissing my head. “I love you.” I said.

[enchantinglyjade]

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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)