#sebastian kydd fanfic

[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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[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

[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.

[asrealasadonut]

This must be the place

Chapter 1

*a Sebastian kydd/original black female character fic

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, age gap relationship, canon divergence, friends to lovers, complicated teen feelings, Highschool crushes, spelling and grammar mistakes

^ Gif by @karamelcoveredolicity the real mvp of the AB cinematic universe

Summary: Rosie West experienced her first real heartbreak when she was 14. He was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. His name was Sebastain Kydd.

It was 1985.

Rosie West is the younger sister of golden boy, Thomas West. She's quiet and doesn't have many friends. People at her strict catholic school never paid attention to her, especially boys. It's not that she wanted a boyfriend at that age but, if you paid attention, everyone else had one.

She usually goes to her school’s library to avoid any unwanted attention. In the corner of her eye she would see girl’s with their boyfriends of the week sneak to the bookshelves in the back. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of eachother. She looked away and rolled her brown eyes, holding her book tighter. It was like Rosie couldn't escape it. She felt that she was missing out.

There's a new boy in their neighborhood, Sebastian Kydd. Apparently, he got kicked out of his old school and he and his family had to move to Connecticut to start fresh.

She usually spends her free time at the local video store, renting every movie from the 50s over again until the employees were sick of her hogging the only copy of East of Eden. One day, she laid her eyes on a very tall boy that she’s never seen before at the video store. He walked in. Blue Jeans. White shirt. Golden blonde hair pushed back. He looked just like James Dean. He was Rosie's first real crush.

She hears some girls at school whispering about him in the cafeteria. One girl found out all this stuff about him because her older sister attended the same school as him. Sebastian Kydd. Apparently, he got kicked out of his old school and he and his family had to move to Connecticut to start fresh.

To her surprise, Thomas was one of the first people to befriend the blond boy. She was even more surprised when Thomas would invite him to the house. She didn't know what to do with herself whenever he came over. She'd tiptoe to the kitchen to get a snack trying to not be seen.

He even went to all of Thomas’ home games. Sebastian made sure to always sit next to Rosie to watch out for her. He would make her laugh and they’d cheer when the team scored.

Sebastian was different from any other boy she had ever met. He had a genuine gentleness. It was in his big blue eyes. Most of Thomas's friends ignored her, but not Sebastian. He always asked how she was doing, trying to make her comfortable. Nodding like he was interested in the things she had to say. It’s like he could tell how lonely she was.

He remembered that she loved 50s movies. That's what they really bonded over. She timidly admitted that she saw a resemblance between him and James Dean. Being so shy, it was hard for Rosie to be the one to start conversations, but it felt so easy with the tall boy.

She meets with her brother afterschool at the diner. They walk home together. But when he got too busy with extracurriculars, she'd go by herself. Her mother gave her a house key and told her not to talk to strangers. She still went after school because she knew Sebastain would be there as well.

She sees him alone, face pensive. A white coffee mug steaming in front of him. Too hot to drink.

She slipped into his booth.

He looks up with a slow smile forming on his face.

“Good to see you Rosie.”

They'd talk until it got dark. They made it a habitual thing. They’d share a basket of fries and he would spill his soul to her.

She soon realized that Sebastian was very lonely. His parents weren't really around to be parents. She felt sorry for him.

He drove her home. He played her songs that he thought she'd like. They’d go to the video store and they'd give each other movie recommendations. They became close.

Sebastian told her that his dad got him a replica of James Dean’s race car, Little Bastard. He said they were gonna fix it up together. He was so excited to start working on it. She liked seeing him smile.The way his lip would curl mischievously made her heartbeat thump so loud she could hear it to her ears.

Rosie would ride her bike, passing through his rich neighborhood every day after school just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful boy. Sometimes she'd catch Sebastain working on his car. He’d wave and smile warmly at the girl. As time passed, she noticed that his dad wasn't around helping him with the car. They were supposed to work on it together.

She stopped in front of the driveway to talk to Sebastian.

“Isn't your dad supposed to help you?”

He shakes his head.

“Nah, he had some stuff to do”

He responded clearly annoyed.

She bit her lip. She hated seeing him upset.

“If I knew how to fix a car, I’d help you.”

The corner of his lip curls.

“Thanks, Rosie. I know you would.”

She scuffs her sneakers against the pavement .

“You could help me wash it when I'm done.”

She looks up and smiles shyly.

“Okay.”

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the best man | austinbutler

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     there was always something about weddings that had everyone in the romantic mood. maybe it was that saying that love was in the air, or it could be that everyone who attended was just lonely and refused to let it be rubbed in their face — you opted for the first one, refusing to admit the latter although you knew exactly which one was true. 

     the last wedding you’d been to you met your current ex-boyfriend, tyler, under intense circumstances. it was your first encounter of a spur of the moment hook-up, in the private bathroom off of the bride’s room, which after the day led into many dates and falling in love and then unfortunately, after a year of being together, getting your heart broken when he cheated on you. to say you were still upset would be an understatement— after all it had only been a month— but you were trying your best to move on and be happy. and in doing that, you promised your best friend, the bride of the day, camille, that you would be on your best behaviour. 

     “y/n, when i said best behaviour, i didn’t mean ransack the entire fucking open bar.” camille looked back at you through the large mirror, standing pretty in her gorgeous white wedding dress, her arms crossed over her chest with a scolding, yet somehow understanding, pout on her lips. you stood behind her, like a deer in headlights, with your arms full of champagne bottles and wine coolers. 

     “i was… bringing some for everybody,” you lied, offering her a gracious smile as you batted your eyelashes for effect. she didn’t look convinced, so you upped the anti, moving to pass a can to each of the other bridesmaids. “one for you, one for you… kayla, you get two, actually. one for you…”

     “go put those all back, please. i don’t want you getting arrested for theft on my wedding day.” camille had been your best friend since grade school, which earned you the title of maid of honour. she knew you better than anybody, as you did her, and this was a day she’d been looking forward to for her entire life. since you knew the girl, she’d been dreaming of finding her prince charming and having a fairytale wedding — you’d been more of a ‘go with the flow’ kind of gal, but that didn’t stop the pair of you from being two peas in a pod. you were just happy she’d got the happy ending she wanted, despite the pain tugging at your heartstrings any time you saw her and sean together, all lovey-dovey and what not. you found it disgusting — at least, you hid it as that. 

     “what’s the point of an open bar if i can’t drink as much as i want, when i want?” you asked, collecting the drinks back from the other girls. you and cami argued for a bit more before you gave in and exited the room, finding yourself wandering back over to the bar again. 

     you placed all the drinks on the counter, shooting the bartender who was setting up for the night a coy smile. sneakily, you stole a cooler and cracked it, not doing a very good job at being quiet as the man shot you a look. you sighed in defeat, muttering an apology before taking a seat at the bar. about ten minutes later and you were on your third can, making conversation with the man who was growing quite irritated with you, when you heard a throat clear and you swivelled around in your seat. 

     “nobody told me the party had started already.” the man who stood in front of you was nothing far off from being the most beautiful boy you had ever laid eyes on. you recognized him from a few social events you’d tagged along with camille and her fiancé to. he was sean’s best friend, you knew him as, but you couldn’t quite remember his name. 

     “oh, we’ve been going all morning. haven’t we, robbie?” you turned back to the bartender, who shot the boy a look, one that seemed like a cry for help, and you glanced back over to the beautiful boy standing in a fitted black tux, the flower on his lapel matching the colour of your dress, a solid dark green. “i’m sorry if this comes off rude, but i can not remember your name for the life of me.”

     “austin,” he said, and you snapped your fingers at the name, suddenly remembering. “it’s okay. y/n, right?”

     “well now i feel like an asshole.”

     “i’m the one letting a pretty girl drink all by her lonesome in the middle of a wedding venue,” austin said, moving to sit down beside you, where your legs were perched up on the stool. before you could move, he lifted your legs, sliding to sit down before allowing you to rest back down, your ankles crossed as you rested your sparkly silver heels on his thighs. 

     “the wedding hasn’t started yet, i’m calling it pregaming,” you joked, and austin nodded in response before politely asking robbie to make him a drink. whiskey on the rocks, a classic and suited him far too well, figuratively and literally, as you watched the boy hold the glass in his hand before pouring the liquid down his throat. the thoughts that began tumbling through your brain were nothing short of a bad idea, so you took another swig of your cooler to hopefully help calm your mind. 

     the two of you sat there for a bit, chatting and making conversation, before your phone buzzed on the counter and you lifted it to look at the screen. cami: please don’t tell me you got yourself into more trouble. come to the room, i need help with my vail.

     “well, duty calls.” you swung your legs down off of the boy beside you and stood up, lightly smoothing down your dress before finishing off your drink. austin did the same, sliding robbie a bill of you weren’t sure how much before joining you at your side. 

     “bridal troubles?”

     “something like that. needs help with her vail,” you said with a shrug, holding your phone as you crossed your arms over your chest, glancing up at the boy. austin was much taller than you, even when you were on four inch heels, and it became much more apparent standing up. his gaze stared down at you, a little too seductive for your liking but you got the idea that he didn’t try — that was just him. “i’ll see you at the ceremony, austin.”

     “try not to get too drunk by then, we still got the reception.” he had a point, and you nodded before separating ways. what would happen at the reception? you wondered, and found yourself thinking of it the entire rest of the day. 

…

     you hadn’t realized that you didn’t think about tyler once at all the whole time you were talking to austin, until you got back to the room with camille and everyone. the entire process of getting ready involved you sitting on the bed, watching camille get her finishing touches down, while you pondered over the boy who had broken your heart last month. you forgot about austin until the ceremony, and you found yourself thinking how comedic, your brain could only focus itself on one boy at a time. 

     you and austin stole glances from one another the entire speech, watching the happy couple at the front of the line for a few moments before having to glance back at each other, only to find the other one already staring. it was childish, really, how the butterflies flew in a swarm around your belly, and how the heat rose to your cheeks every time you met austin’s eyes from across the stage. even during the walk down the aisle, you were paired together, as you were the maid of honour and he was the best man — you linked arms, his touch electrifying as he peeled away from you to place a hand on your lower back when you walked up the steps. you were so glad you weren’t facing the crowd during the i do’s, because austin’s blazing stare and his perfect, soft, full lips and his gorgeous blue eyes and his sandy curls that fell across his forehead adorably — it was enough to have your face tinted pink the entire time, and as soon as the ceremony was over you had to excuse yourself to get some air. 

     the reception came around and you found yourself sitting at the head table next to camille, sean on her left while austin sat next to him. everyone made their speeches, including austin, and when it was time for yours, the mix of the alcohol along with your bottled up emotions from all day called for a shitshow. it wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be in your head, according to everyone else, but you did cry, a lot, and had to pause mid-speech a few times to hiccup. 

     “i just can’t believe that my best friend is finally getting married.” hiccup. “i mean, camille and i would stay up until the sun rose, talking about the perfect wedding. she’d always say she wanted to wear pink instead of white,” hiccup, “because it was her favourite colour. and then i’d be like, you’re stupid, cami. brides can’t wear pink. and i guess she finally listened to me, but that’s what would always happen. for as long as we’ve been friends, cami was the idealist and i was the realist. but that’s what i love about cami,” hiccup, “is she would always give me the perfect amount of optimism. i mean, sometimes it was just annoying,” camille laughed at that, “but she taught me how to make my dreams not just dreams, and i’ll always be so grateful for that. and i just can’t believe that those little girls who stayed up all night talking about boys are actually, like, here. there’s no one else i would rather have grown up with. i love you so much, cami. and i can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you, and i just know that little 13 year old cami would be so fucking proud of you, all grown up. because i am, and i love you so much.”

     camille gave you the biggest hug, both of you crying now as she squeezed you as tight as possible. “i love you so fucking much,” she told you, and you squeezed your eyes shut and you held onto her. when you opened your eyes again, you met austin’s gaze, and he offered you a soft smile, which you returned. soon enough the rest of the reception was back on track, the hard part was over and it was time to get on with the fun. and by that, you meant more booze, so you could drown yourself in it and forget the terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of your best friend getting married and leaving you behind. 

     so, shoving that idea to the back of your mind, you found yourself sitting at the bar for the second time today, now sporting a martini in your hand after downing two shots of tequila. you’d been buzzing all day, pretty tipsy from earlier when you had been chatting with austin before the ceremony, but you were bored of tipsy. you wanted to be drunk. and the tequila you’d shot was burning at your stomach in a delicious, daring way. so you took two more, and then two more after that. 

     by the seventh one robbie was giving you a look, and you rolled your eyes at him before sliding him a twenty as a thank you and pushing yourself off the seat. the moment you stood up it all hit you, dizzying your balance and making your brain turn into tv static, but you didn’t mind the feeling. you pushed through it and went to find your friends, or someone you knew, making your way over to your table. 

     “y/n! where’ve you been? i wanted to dance,” cami said with a frown as she stood up from the table, and you could tell by her bloodshot eyes that she was feeling the liquor just as much as you. her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she reached her arms for you, and it was adorable but borderline sickening the way sean helped her up. “let’s dance, baby! me and you.”

     you threw your head back and laughed as you nodded, grabbing her hand and the two of you stumbled onto the dance floor. camille almost tripped over her dress but you grabbed the train, holding it as she hollered drunkenly, laughing hysterically with you. the two of you always had fun, but it was only heightened by alcohol, and it had been so long since you’d been drunk with your best friend; you were excited. 

     the pair of you danced to the upbeat song playing as best you could, mainly giggling and jumping around rather than dancing. you were screaming the lyrics which you knew, camille nearly doubled over at how hard she was laughing, while you had both of her hands and were swinging your arms back and forth between the two of you. just as the song came to a close, a quieter beat following, the other two best friends approached you, and you felt your heart sink as cami peeled away from you, an exciting look crossing her face as she squealed, “it’s my hubby!” before throwing her arms around her husband. 

     she was gone, you thought, watching the happy couple interact. your best friend was now a married woman, and he would always, always come before you. sean leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand resting on her hip while the other settled on her lower back for support, and if you weren’t such a miserable, heartbroken mess you would be happy seeing the two together. the way sean looked at camille, the twinkle in both of their eyes and the smile etched on their faces; they were undeniably in love, and it wasn’t just the rings on their fingers that made it obvious. 

     you didn’t have too much time to wallow over the thought of your best friend abandoning you, as your vision was blocked by a body stepping in front of you, and you glanced up to meet austin’s gaze. “would you like to dance, y/n?” he held out his hand, and the smile that crept across your lips was eerily similar to the one on the newly-wed couples’. you placed your

smaller hand in his, and allowed austin to pull you in close. his free hand moved to your waist, snaking around to rest on the small of your back while you brought your arm up over his shoulder. the music playing was a slow tune, something you recognized as a remix of best part by daniel caesar. 

     “i liked your speech,” you heard austin say, and your eyes flickered up at him as he swayed the two of you back and forth. “i didn’t realize you and cami have known each other for that long.”

     “since kindergarten,” you added. the close proximity of the boy you danced with had your heart beating a million miles a minute, and you weren’t certain that it was the tequila that made your cheeks flush, or the feeling of your chests touching, his fingers intertwined with yours, and his burning gaze back at you. 

     one thing you were sure of the alcohol affecting, though, was your ability to filter the words that fell from your mouth. “why do you always look at me like that?”

     it must have been the apparent shock on your face after you had spoken that made austin laugh, but he just smiled and responded anyway. “like what?”

     “i don’t know,” you mumbled, quite embarrassed after the awkward stumble of words from before. his eyes taunted you, and you sighed before answering. “you stare at me. like… like you want something.”

     “what do you think i want?”

     you gulped. the song had changed, but you didn’t pay it much attention. the two of you continued slow dancing, your bodies in tune with one another as you stared back at him, his blue eyes darker now, and you weren’t sure if it was the lighting. “i don’t know what you want. that’s… that’s why i asked — what you’re staring at me for.”

     “you’re nice to stare at,” he stated, like it was a fact he couldn’t be more sure of, and suddenly austin stretched his arm out and spun you around, pulling you back into his chest expertly. 

     “didn’t know you were a dancer,” you said up at him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he held you close, one hand still grasping your hand and the other taking residence on your hip. 

     “there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” austin’s voice was of something you’d never heard before, deep and raspy and sexy and taunting, so seductive in a way where he didn’t even try to be, but he knew he was. he had to have known, known what he was doing and more importantly what he was doing to you. he spun you around again, moving both hands to your waist as he pulled you close, your hands falling to his shoulders. “have you ran the bar dry or do you think our friend robbie will let me buy you a drink?”

     “he seemed pretty pissed with me earlier,” you said, cocking your head to the side as you looked up at him, your eyes darting down to where he rolled his lower lip between his teeth. “but he might make an exception for you.” the way he bit down on his lip, dimples piercing his cheeks and eyes narrowing down at you, had your stomach in a frenzy. your eyes left his lips and looked back up to meet his gaze. “i know i would.”

     “mm, would you?”

     “but i’m sure some convincing on your part wouldn’t hurt.” the two of you were flirting by now, everything was out on the table and you were in awe of how turned on this man made you with just a simple stare. he seemed to have picked up on your hint, his eyes darting between both of yours, trying to read the hidden message behind your words. 

     it wasn’t long before austin had you downing two shots, only fuelling the fire in the pit of your stomach. you turned to him after swallowing the last one, slamming the glass on the counter with a grimace on your face. “tequila was a terrible idea.” austin only laughed, taking his before checking his watch. 

     “not even midnight yet, and you’re pussying out already?” he was teasing you, eyes threatening as they glanced between both of yours, searching for intention. your lips curled into a smile, shaking your head as your curls bounced around your shoulders. 

     “never.” you turned to the bartender, holding up two fingers before looking back at austin. “are you?”

     ten minutes later and the shots were catching up to you, hitting you much differently than they did austin. you were the epitome of drunk, slurring your words, stumbling your feet; austin was barely buzzing, from what you could see, but you could tell by the slight lisp in his tongue and the tint of his cheeks that he was feeling it. you’d met back up with camille and sean, the four of you enjoying yourselves on the dance floor. you danced and laughed and sang, and you were coming to realize that another sign austin was drunk was his touchiness. his hands were roaming your waist, squeezing your hips while his lips danced over the shell of your ear, your back pressed to his chest while he whispered things to you. you hadn’t even realized camille had noticed until austin and sean left to find more drinks, and cami grabbed your arm with such ferocity you let out a yelp. 

     “hey! that hurt.”

     “you need to fuck that man,” she said, a serious look in her eye, and you almost choked as you raised your eyebrows. 

     “what?”

     “austin, you need to get with him. now.” she was drunk, just as bad as you, but camille had always had the lucky trait of being able to handle her liquor; you, on the other hand, did not. “i’m not kidding, y/n. you’ve been wallowing about tyler for too long and this is the perfect opportunity to forget about him and move on!”

     your heart stopped beating in your chest at the sound of tyler’s name and you could’ve sworn you were completely sober in that second. “what?”

     “he’s totally into you! and he’s so sexy, y/n. do it!” cami squeezed your hands excitedly, her eyes glimmering as she gave you a look of assurance. “if you pass this up you’re clinically insane. i mean, look at him.” you followed camille’s gaze over to the bar, where austin had his hand on sean’s shoulder, the two men laughing about something. austin’s smile was beautiful, you couldn’t deny. his sand-coloured hair, curly and sitting perfectly atop his head, falling down across his forehead. you could see the veins running through his hand, his fingers long and hand massive over sean’s shoulder, his biceps flexing under the white button up he had on, rolled up to his elbows, his blazer discarded long ago. sean leaned in to tell him something, and austin moved a hand to run across his jaw, clenching the muscles while he felt the stubble over his chin, nodding at whatever sean had said. they spoke about something, austin offering a few words back, and you only caught yourself still entranced when you met austin’s eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder, locking your gaze immediately. you looked back at cami, cheeks on fire as you pursed your lips. 

     “he is so sexy,” you said, and cami nodded excitedly as she grabbed you again. 

     “you have to, y/n. like—” she paused, eyes flickering over your shoulder before she gulped and looked back at you. “they’re coming back.”

     “what? i—”

     “a drink, for the lady.” you were interrupted by sean’s voice as he stepped into view, handing camille a drink. she thanked him, smiling sweetly before giving him a kiss, and austin placed his arm loosely around your shoulder as he moved to whisper in your ear. 

     “i would’ve gotten you one but i don’t think it would’ve done you much good,” he mumbled. you tilted your head back slightly to look up at him, eyes sparkling and you smiled, mouthing a thank you before he did the unspeakable — he kissed the top of your head. 

     “hey, i’ll be back in a second, just gonna run to the restroom,” austin said, not giving you any time to process his previous actions before straying from your side, and you met camille’s eyes in a split second before she widened her eyes. go after him! she mouthed, and you lowered your eyebrows as you whisper-shouted back, no! sean watched the two of you interact with a confused look, and it wasn’t until camille grabbed your arm, spun you around, and pushed you in the same direction austin walked away in, that he understood. hesitantly, you took a few steps, looking back at the girl who encouragingly gave you two thumbs up. you flipped her the bird before pressing your lips into a thin line and walking towards the restroom, glancing around before sneaking into the men’s. 

     surprisingly it smelled good in there, a clean white paint job surrounding the walls and making it feel less like a bathroom and more like a nice living space. there was even a few seats and a bench, for some odd reason, and you furrowed your eyebrows before glancing up. austin stood at the sink, running his fingers through his hair, wetting it lightly, before his eyes met yours in the mirror and you gulped. 

     “camille made me come in here—” you blurted, and stopped when austin turned around with a natural smirk on his lips, eyebrows peaked. 

     “did she?”

     “mhm.” you were nervous, your heart beating rapidly, your palms getting sweaty, fingers twitching, and austin’s cocky stare that he held on you did nothing to help. “she, uh… she was saying…” you laughed awkwardly, reaching a hand up to touch the top of your head, scratching your scalp, “she was, you know. cami, she—”

     “mhm?” austin took a few steps closer, closing the proximity between you two, and you hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. swallowing harshly, you looked up at austin, his face only inches away now, and you watched out of your peripheral as he reached down to lock the door. 

     “you know, i really appreciate you not getting me a drink,” you said, feeling your mouth blabbering as your brain told you shut up, shut up, shut up. “that was really nice, you know, since i’m already, like, way past when i should’ve stopped.”

     “yeah,” he said, eyes flickering down to your lips, and you nervously clenched your jaw as you scrambled to find something else to say. 

     “that was seriously, like, really kind of you. like, recognizing i didn’t need any more, or whatever…”

     “y/n,” austin said, and you could’ve melted right then and there at the way your name sounded coming from his lips, “as much as i love the sound of your voice,” he licked his lips, glancing up at your eyes, “shut the fuck up.”

     “okay.”

     just like that, austin dipped down, crashing his lips against yours. they were so soft, so full, everything you imagined as you kissed him back. his hands came to grip your face, thumbs holding your cheeks as his fingers danced across your jaw, and you reached up to grasp onto his biceps, falling into his hold as he kissed you aggressively, tongue pushing its way past your lips. 

     you moaned into austin’s mouth, feeling one of his hands snake it’s way around to your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him, and austin slammed you back against the wall as he grinded himself up against you, making your head fall back. his lips moved to work on your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin as you brought your hand to tangle in his hair, tugging firmly at his curls and making him groan. 

     “fuck, i need you right now,” he growled, and you’d never felt so ready for anything in your life. austin helped your out of your dress as quick as he could, careful to unzip it but hastily taking it off of you. your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, but you only got about halfway down before he pushed your hands away and moved to undo his dress pants. 

     as fast as you had pulled away, austin was picking you up, holding you against the wall with one hand under your thigh and the other one working his cock, sliding it through your folds. he moaned at the feeling, teasing you slightly before you gripped his shoulder tightly, and he slid into you with ease. a stinging pain hit you as you stretched around him — it’d been a while since you’d had sex, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone of his size. but as much pain as you felt, about ten times that of pleasure came with it, and you were a moaning mess as he began to find a rhythm inside of you. 

     “so fucking tight,” he cursed, pulling out and slamming back into you with the same aggressiveness every time. both of your arms moved to rest on his shoulders, pulling him closer as your fingers found home in his hair again, tugging at the roots of the curls. austin placed one hand to the wall beside your head, his other hand gripping your thigh with a bruising touch as he pounded into you at an alarming rate. 

     a few minutes in that position and it was growing uncomfortable for both of you, so you switched to the sink, your legs wrapped around his torso as he slid in and out of you rhythmically. you leaned your head back against the mirror, one hand gripping the edge of the sink as the other one held onto his shoulder for dear life. austin rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping the same pace that he fucked you with, one hand moving up to wrap around your throat. you moaned at the feeling of your airways constricting just enough, his grunts growing to be faster and louder along with his thrusts, skin slapping against skin the only sound you could hear echoing in the restroom.

     “you feel so fucking good,” he moaned, slowing his thrusts as he closed your eyes, focused on just feeling you. his free hand moved down to your clit, two fingers rubbing circles into you. “so wet for me, sweetheart. you like this?”

     “mhm.” you were overcome by pleasure, thighs shaking under you. austin had completely stopped fucking you, letting his cock sit inside of you as he rubbed your clit gently. your hand dropped to his bicep, squeezing his muscular arms as filthy moans escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving over your core. 

     “so pretty like this, holy fuck.” his digits were working you over beautifully, and you were feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach ready to burst all too soon. you whined, pushing his arm away as well you could; austin got the hint and began a series of thrusts again, driving his cock deeper and deeper into you. you were seeing stars, and you weren’t sure if it was from the absolute euphoria he was graciously causing or the alcohol in your system. 

     “i’m— oh my god.” you could barely speak, your mouth agape as you felt him hit your g-spot, his hand coming to wrap around your throat again, just how you liked. “aus—”

     “fuck, come on baby.” his grunts were deep, his cock hitting you in every right position, and you were dangerously close to the edge until he pulled out of you, roughly yanking you down to flip around, your ass pressed into him as he messily found your entrance. you took a breath as he slammed into you from behind, a loud gasp leaving your lips as the new angle took you by surprise. 

     “you like that?” he said cockily, and you met eyes in the mirror. his hand was gripping your hair in a loose, makeshift ponytail, his other hand bruising your hip with his firm hold. your mascara was smudged, as was your dark red lipstick, and it was then when you realized how much of a mess you really looked. 

     you didn’t have time to think much of it, though, as austin was driving his cock into you again, and you swore you could feel it in your stomach. 

     “oh my god—” your hands reached out to grip the counter, and austin quickly dismissed that idea by grabbing your wrists and holding both arms behind your back. his pace quickened significantly and you felt your body jolt with every thrust. it was beginning to be too much, the overwhelming urge to spill over the edge, his cock slamming into you and most definitely hitting your cervix, his death-grip on your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your neck back at an uncomfortable yet so so sexy position. “i can’t, i—”

     “take it,” he rasped, and the tone of his voice was enough to make you shut up. austin let your hands go, offering that to you but still relentlessly pounding into you, his hips snapping back and forcing his cock deeper and deeper into you. suddenly, you felt him twitch, his thrusts stuttering, and austin cursed as he moved forward, placing a hand on the mirror in front of you. he leaned over you now, still fucking you, and you couldn’t help but watch him in the mirror — his curls damp, falling over his eyes, which were rolled back, his lip caught between his teeth before he released it and his jaw fell open as he stuttered again. he was close to his release, you could hear it in his moans, deep and raspy, his breathing heavy. the vein which ran up the side of his neck was apparent, his jaw clenched as he gave a few more good thrusts into you. 

     “you’re so fucking hot,” you mumbled, unsure of where the boldness for you to say that came from, but you suddenly didn’t care when you met austin’s eyes, dark and narrowed. the smirk on his face was unmatched — the coil in your stomach tightened at his look. 

     “you’re such a fucking slut,” he rasped, hand tangling further in your hair, tighter, and he yanked you up to his level, your neck exposed as you leaned back. “want me to make you cum? like the whore you are, bet you’d like that, huh?”

     “please,” you choked out, and austin let you go pathetically, letting you falling back down as he began fucking you at an animalistic pace. his hand traced around to your clit, his fingers working over your already-sensitive bud quickly, rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves. the moans that left your lips were desperate, filthy, and austin couldn’t get enough of it. 

     “this feel good?” he mumbled, rounding his free hand over your ass, lifting it off and then colliding the skin together with a loud smack. you gasped, jolting forward, into austin’s fingers that flicked at your swollen bud. his other hand was squeezing your ass, pulling you closer to him as he moved his cock in and out of your entrance while playing with your clit. the feeling was beginning to be too much — you were growing sensitive, your thighs shaking and legs giving way as you leaned against the counter, moaning uncontrollably. he was pushing you to new limits, ones that you didn’t know you could reach, and it was only a matter of time before you came. 

     “want you to cum with me, darling,” he said, his voice much softer now as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his thrusts getting firmer. “m’ so close.”

     “me too,” you barely whispered, and austin’s hand found yours on the counter, intertwining his fingers over top of yours. he pushed into you a few more times, breaths getting heavier and moans getting louder before his hips stuttered again, and you could feel yourself unravelling by the second. “aus, i’m—”

     “fuck y/n.” austin jerked forward at his release, and it was the thought of him cumming that made you orgasm as well. the two of you peaked at the same time, your arm coming behind you to grab at anything, circumstantially being austin’s dress shirt, pulling him closer. austin held you to his chest, his arm wrapped around your front while yours moving back behind his head, your hand entangling in his hair as you both caught your breath. 

     “holy fuck,” you said, your voice barely coming out as a whisper as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. you could feel austin’s chest rise and fall, his arm tightening around you slightly. 

     “i can’t remember the last time i’ve had sex like that,” austin mumbled, lifting a hand to pull through his hair as you took in his words. your stomach dropped at the thought, as the last person you’d had sex with, the only person you did for the last year or two, was tyler. unfortunately you didn’t catch yourself slipping into your thoughts before austin did, and the boy frowned as he spoke up, “you okay?”

     startled out of your thoughts, a little embarrassed that he had noticed you zoning out, you glanced up at him in the mirror. “what?”

     “you just got really quiet,” he said, and you shook your head, moving to pull your panties up your legs. “like, at the most inconvenient time to get quiet. when we just, you know...”

     “i didn’t mean to, sorry.” you ran a hand through your hair, trying to tame the mess of knots and curls as you leaned forward in the mirror. austin just watched you, slowly doing up his belt as his eyes never left your figure. after a few moments you paused, looking at him through the mirror. “quit staring at me. you do it all the time.”

     “because you’re beautiful,” he said, and you felt your cheeks blush before you pressed your lips into a line and went back to fixing your appearance. austin’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly not satisfied with your strange attitude now, and he put both hands on your waist to spin you around. “hey, what are you thinking about?”

     “it’s nothing,” you answered, growing a little bit annoyed at his persistence. austin apparently didn’t care, though, as he tightened his grip on you when you moved to turn back. 

     “talk to me.”

     you stared at the boy, blue eyes daring you to spill what was on your mind. it took you a couple of seconds to debate it in your head, but ultimately you came to the idea that, hey, he’s just a guy you fucked at a wedding. no strings attached. 

     “you’re the first person i’ve had sex with since me and my boyfriend broke up,” you said finally, and austin’s features softened at the admittance. “i’ve been reminded of him all day and it just hurts, kinda.”

     “oh,” he said. fuck. you felt terrible now. you’d just had sex with this man, really fucking good sex, and now you’re telling him about how you’re still hung up over your ex. he probably felt so awkward. “i get it.”

     surprised, you looked up at him. “what?”

     “i get it,” he said with a shrug, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “i dated a girl for nearly ten years, and it’s probably gonna take me longer than that to actually get over it. i understand.”

     that was not what you expected him to say, but you couldn’t be upset. that was, for some reason, exactly what you needed to hear, despite the lack of helpful advice. it was still comforting, knowing your feelings were valid and that ultimately, you weren’t alone.

     “it’s hard, getting over them,” austin spoke again, “but it’s necessary. sometimes you just gotta take the first leap.”

     you looked at him for a long while, eyes narrowing and lips pursing together. it wasn’t for a couple moments before you decided to go for it, and you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to austin’s. taking a second, austin kissed you back, his hands on your hips before you leaned back down, smiling up at him. 

     “the first leap,” you repeated.

     “i mean, i would’ve thought you getting your shit railed out in the bathroom at a wedding by a stranger would be the very first leap, but whatever works for you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes as he laughed and grabbed your face to kiss you again.

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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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[austinstyles]

Master list

And request are open.

Please read this before requesting.

What I will not write about:

No non consensual stuff.

I don’t do write anything about spanking.

No very violent behavior. (Fights can happen. But no one will be hurt physically. )

Nothing about Cults. Because I personally think I would do a not very good job.

I don’t write anything with surten kinks. ( daddy, knife. And more)

I don’t write anything that is about body shaming.

I don’t write anything negative about mental health.

No toxic behavior. (Because I prefer to not write about it.)

What I will write about:

Kissing.

Consensual activity.

Age gap (only up to 10 year age gap. Not any higher at the moment I am afraid.)

Falling in love.

Having a family.

Religion.

Any body type.

Mental health / diagnose.

Abortion( can also be mentioned.)

It can also have a sad ending.

Dead, is okay for me to write. ( but mostly might mention it.)

 Mention of sex but it is actually not in the fanfic. ( like you know it happened but I don’t actually write about it happening.)

I always try and have respect when I writing anything about a diagnosis and just respect for people. Because that is how I am as a person. I also might end up saying no to some request for reasons I will explain. But my request are open. And I do take most requests. I also just stick to writing what I am most comfortable with.

Write for : Austin Butler , Sebastian Kydd, Austin!Elvis, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Cody Fern, Xavier Plympton, Jim Mason. (Adding more to the list as I go on. Most likely. )

Austin Butler fanfics:

Falling in love with you

Spending the day together

Teddy Bear

Love me

 Meant to be

Parents

I am here for you

Concert

Married

Boyfriend

Could’ve been

Austin!Elvis fanfics:

Fun at the fair

Your are my reason

Let me , let you go

Love me for me



Sebastian Kydd fanfics:

This is us

Harry Styles fanfics:

Grammy’s night

Love can win

Love

Niall Horan fanfics:

Friends

Love

Xavier Plympton fanfics:

Meant To be 

Cody Fern fanfics:

Holiday

Jim Mason fanfics:

Project

Love

[eddiesgorlie]

OnlyFans

Austin Butler x Pornstar!Reader

Summary: Austin helps his girlfriend film content for OF.

Warnings: Not proof read because its 3am and I’m lazy! Smutty smut goodness.

I snuggled into Austin’s side after snoozing my alarm clock. “5 more minutes?” He groaned as he was awoken from his beauty sleep. “How does 15 more minutes sound to you?” I smiled. “Perfect.” He said. Not even a minute later, he was snoring again. The bed was so warm and his presence was so comforting that I quickly fell asleep only for it to be interrupted a few minutes later. “Come on, baby boy.” I said kissing his neck. “I’m ticklish.” He laughed as he woke up. “Good morning.” I said, kissing his jawline. “Can’t we stay in bed longer?” He groaned. “I’ve got to make content today.” I sighed. “Well I’m not complaining about that.” He said, rubbing my hand.

We made the bed and headed out to the living room. “What are we thinking for breakfast?” He asked. “I’m kinda craving a bagel.” I said. “Cream cheese?” He asked. “Yep, the blueberry kind, please.” I smiled, sitting down at our breakfast nook. I watched him in the kitchen as he put the spread on the bagels and put some fruit on our plates. “One bagel and fruit for my gorgeous Y/n.” He said, setting the plate in front of me and sitting across from me. “Thank you, Aus.” I said. I took a bite. “Compliments to the chef.” I smiled. “You know what I love about bagels? Minimal dishes.” He laughed. “That is the best answer I’ve heard.” I laughed.

“I’m going to hop in the shower when we’re done and then start setting up.” I said. “Can I help?” He asked. “Of course. Want help pick out my lingerie and the toys?” I smiled. “I’d love to.” He said. I nodded and took the last bite of my bagel. “I’ll be like 20-30 minutes because I have to curl my hair.” I said, carrying my plate to the kitchen and putting it in the dishwasher. “Take your time. Have a nice shower, baby.” He said. “Thank you.” I blew him a kiss as I walked into the bedroom.

I grabbed my fluffy robe from my room and set it on the counter. I stripped and tossed all of my clothes into the hamper as the shower warmed up. I let out a sigh as the warm water engulfed my body, getting rid of the ache in my neck. I started running my shampoo through my hair when the shower door opened and Austin followed, quickly shutting the door to not let the heat out.

His hands replaced mine and started working the shampoo through my hair. “I was looking through your lingerie drawer and I just couldn’t decide which one, so I thought what better way to help decide than to look at my beautiful girl and her beautiful body.” He said. “Did you make your decision?” I asked, my eyes closed as he massaged my scalp. “I think I did. I’ll have to look one more time at the options.” He said. He rinsed the shampoo from my hair and grabbed the conditioner bottle, running it through the end of my hair. “Lets see, what body wash do you want to use?” He asked. He picked up a vanilla scented one. “This is nice.” He said, smelling it. “Hmm, strawberries and cream.” He said. “This is lovely. What do you think?” He asked. “I agree.” I smiled.

He squirted some of the wash onto his hand and started rubbing it on my arms, chest, stomach and back. He kneeled down and started washing my legs, his lips kissing my right thigh as he washed the left. He squeezed my ass in his large hands as he stood up before attacking my lips in a passionate kiss.

“Gosh, you are so beautiful.” He said breathlessly as he pulled away from the kiss. “I love you.” I said, placing one more peck on his lips.

I finished washing and rinsed the conditioner from my hair before turning the water off. “I’ll grab another towel.” He said, finding only one hanging on the towel rack. “I don’t need one, I think my robe is by the sink.” I said, sticking my head into the cold air outside of the shower. “Here ya go.” He said, handing the robe to me after he wrapped a towel around his waist. I tied the fluffy robe around myself and wrapped my hair up into a hair towel.

I watched as he walked into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of boxers and plaid pajama pants from his drawer and put them on. He took the towel and ran it over his damp hair before tossing it in the hamper. I put lotion on and did my skincare and started blow drying my hair. Finally once it was almost dry, I plugged my curling iron in and finished drying my hair. I curled my hair into loose ringlet curls and did a natural makeup look with a twist of my iconic red lip.

“Aus?” I asked, walking out of the bathroom. “I’m in your closet.” He said. I turned the corner and saw him looking through my lingerie drawer. “Definitely this one.” He smiled, holding up a purple lace bra and pantie set with stockings. “I love it.” I smiled, grabbing it from him. “Did you decide on toys?” I asked. “I think so. I was thinking these three.” He said, pointing to a purple vibrating dildo, a butt plug with a purple heart shaped gem and clit and nipple clamps. “A purple thing I see going on here. Kinky.” I laughed.

“Is all of that ok?” He asked. “I love it.” I smiled. He nodded and followed me out to the living room to set up. We cleared a space and I set up my tripod and camera. “I’ll go change so we can get started.” I said, walking to the bedroom. I took my robe off and put on the clamps, the plug and lingerie, rubbing my legs together as the clamps upped my arousal.

I walked into the living room and did a spin to show Austin the set. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He said. “Thank you.” I smiled. “Lets get this show on the road because these clamps are driving me crazy.” I said. I sat on the floor in the middle of the nice decorated set up we had and signaled Austin to start the camera.

I started by caressing my breasts and unclipping my bra to reveal the clamps, playing with those as I felt wetness pool in my panties. I slipped my panties off and got on all fours, showing the plug as I swayed side to side. I watched as Austin palmed himself through his pants, his cock hardening and tightening in his pants. I torturously licked and sucked on the dildo, meeting his eyes. He bit his lip, never breaking eye contact with me. I sat down and spread my legs. I turned the vibration on and lowered it down to my entrance, slowly easing it in as I groaned and dropped my head back.

Once I became use to it, I started thrusting the toy into me fast while pulling on the nipple clamps. “I’m close!” I cried. I slowed down my thrusts trying to last longer but eventually was taken over by the vibrations and came with a yelp. My legs twitched as I came down from my high and caught my breath. Once I opened my eyes, I saw Austin with his hand in his pants, desperately searching for release, his eyes never leaving my body. “C’mere baby.” I said, sitting up on my knees. He walked over and the camera filmed him from the waist down. No one knew who Austin’s mysterious girlfriend was and we intended to keep it that way. Wouldn’t the headlines just be great! Austin Butlers girlfriend is a prostitute? Read page 28 to find out!

I pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his cock, I stroked it a few times before sucking on the tip and bobbing my head up and down. He bit his lip to hold back the groans. I played with his balls in my hand as he cock began to twitch in my mouth. I went back to sucking on the tip and licking the slit as he came in my mouth with a groan. I quickly followed him as the dildo still vibrated in me. I blew a kiss at the camera and stopped the film. “Hi baby.” He said, trying to bring down my overstimulated self. He pulled his pants up and sat down behind me, pulling me into his lap. I whimper as the clamp pulled at my sore clit. “Oh I’m sorry baby, is that hurting you?” He asked. “Mhm.” I whimpered. “Let me take care of that.” He said. He unclipped it from my clit and nipples and removed the toy from my pussy, turning the vibration off.

He kissed my temple and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “You look so beautiful.” He said. “Thank you, Aus.” I said. “I love you.” I held his hand.

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[eddiesgorlie]

His First Time

Experienced!reader x Virgin!austin

Summary: Y/n walks Austin through his first time.

Warnings: smut, swearing.

I laid comfortably on his chest as we were watching a movie. His parents were out of town and with summer break coming to an end and the weather being absolutely dreadful, the best thing to do was cuddle and binge watch movies. “That was a good one.” I said. “It really was. I hope to act in something like that eventually.” He said. “You’ll accomplish anything you put you’re mind to, Aus. You’re amazing.” I said as I placed a peck on his lips. “Thank you.” He whispered against my lips. “I’ll grab us some more popcorn.” I said, sitting up. “Wait, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said as he sat up. “Is everything alright?” I asked. “Everything’s great, its just- well, I-i’m ready to have sex.” He said, his cheeks turning bright red. I looked at his nervous, lust filled eyes as he stared at me. When we started dating last year he had made it very clear he wasn’t ready for anything sexual. I assured him that I was fine with that and told him that I had already lost my virginity but would wait as long he needed. I could tell he was having a difficult time during the movie when a sex scene started, he was rubbing his hips against me and covering up his groans and whimpers with coughs.

“Are you sure, baby?” I asked, grabbing his hands. “I’ve never been more sure.” He smiled. I got up on my knees and crawled over to him until I was in his lap. My hands came up and ran through his hair as his tightly wrapped around my waist. “I want you to take the lead, baby.” He said. I nodded and started placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on his jawline and neck. I felt his hard cock against me as my lips traveled all over his neck. I brought my lips to his and pulled him into a suffocating kiss. His hands traveled under my shirt and he massaged the soft skin of my stomach. He let out a whimper as my hand lightly squeezed his cock through his pants. “C-can I take my jeans off? Its really tight down there.” He said as he pulled away from the kiss. “Of course baby.” I smiled.

He stood up and unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. As he was busy with that, I pulled my top off over my head and was unclipping my bra as he turned to face me. His eyes were as wide as saucers and his jaw slack. He sat down on the bed next to me and I watched as his eyes flickered between my eyes and my breasts. He seemed too shocked to move so I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts. He let out a shaky breath as I pulled my hands away and he began touching my breasts. I let out a small moan as he fingers rubbed over my nipples and I saw him smirk. My hands reached down to the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out. “Oh baby, let me help you. You must be hurting.” I said as I saw the bright red tip of his large cock. “No, Y/n. Let me pleasure you.” He said. “Ok.” I whispered.

I stood up and took my shorts and panties off. His eyes didn’t leave me once as I sat back down on the bed. “Come ‘ere, baby.” I said as I motioned for him to sit behind me. I leaned against him and I grabbed his hand. “Do you know how to pleasure a girl?” I asked. He shook his head. I opened my legs and brought his hand between them and to my clit. “Take your fingers and just rub slow circles over my clit.” I smiled as I guided his fingers. “O-okay.” He said and started rubbing my clit. “A little more pressure, baby.” I said. He pressed his fingers down a little and continued his circles. “J-just like that.” I whimpered. His other hand came to my breasts and played with my nipples.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “S-so good.” I whimpered. His fingers working my clit, his hand on my breasts and his plush lips on my shoulder was becoming overwhelming and I felt my release creeping up on me. “I’m s-so close, baby.” I said. My orgasm ripped through me, causing my legs to shake and back to arch. Everything was white and all my senses were blurry as I heard Austin whimper. Once I finally came down, I turned to see Austin with his fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices off.

“That felt amazing.” I said, snuggling into him. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiled. “I love you.” I said, grabbing his hand. “I love you.” He smiled. “Lets take care of you now, baby.” I said, sitting up on my knees. “I-i came. You just looked so beautiful and oh my God the sounds you were making. I couldn’t control it.” He said, his cheeks red. “Oh poor baby boy. You must have been so worked up and you only took care of me.” I said as I stroked his cheeks. “I loved taking care of you.” He said. “Do you still want to lose your virginity?” I asked. He nodded. “Ok, let me take care of you now, baby.” I smiled. I took his soft cock out of his boxers and started stroking it. He bit his lip as his hips bucked up. “So sensitive.” I whispered. I watched as he cock grew harder until the tip was bright red and glistening again.

“Are you ready, baby?” I asked. “Mhm.” He said. I straddled his hips and lowered down on his cock. His jaw was agape and his head dropped back as I swiveled my hips around the tip. “This feels fucking amazing. You’re so tight, so wet.” He groaned. “You’re so big.” I said as I balanced myself on his shoulders as I started to bounce on him. “I’m not going to last long.” He whimpered. “Thats ok, baby. Take control.” I said. He put his hands on my hips and started pounding into me. I put my head in the crook of his neck. “Holy shit! So good!” I cried as he hit my G-spot continuously. “I’m gonna cum.” He said. “Right behind you.” I said. His thrusts become sloppy and the feeling of his hot cum and the loud moan he let out threw me over the edge. His hips slowly thrusted as we rode out our highs until I flopped down next to him and cuddled into his side.

“That was amazing sex.” I smiled. “I don’t have much to compare it to but that was amazing.” He said. “Next time, we’ll explore oral. I give a mean blowjob.” I laughed. He shook his head and laughed. “I love you.” He said, kissing my head.

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[eddiesgorlie]

Down on one knee

Austin Butler x Reader

Summary: Austin surprises his longtime girlfriend with an early filming wrap.. and a ring.

Warnings: Nothing! Just lots of fluff.:)

Happy Valentine’s Day, babes!

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Valentine’s Day was my favorite holiday, the colors, hearts and love in the air always made me happy. Austin was aware of this and always made sure to make Valentine’s Day special. This year he was stuck in a different state filming and I would be alone on my favorite holiday, the love holiday. I definitely wasn’t as excited this year, I felt like a teenage girl that hated the holiday because she was lonely and wanted a boyfriend. That all changed when a bouquet of pink, white and red roses arrived at the front door. I took in the beauty and scent of the roses before setting them on the kitchen counter and opening the card, it read “Happy Valentines Day my gorgeous girl, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you today. I know this is your favorite so I wanted to get you something nice, look in the place where I first told you I love you.” I smiled as I read the card and set it down to go look in the bathroom, the place where he first said I love you. I was halfway to the room when there was a knock on the door, I turned on my heels and opened it. There stood a Grubhub delivery guy with a bag from my favorite breakfast place. “Y/n L/n?” He asked. “Yes, thank you so much.” I said, taking the bag from him. “Of course, have a nice day.” He said. I shut the door and looked through the bag once it sat on the counter. There were chocolate chip pancakes, hash browns and a coffee. I sat down and dug in, not before texting Austin.

Aus❤️

Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you so much for the flowers and breakfast, babe. I love you.

I sent the text, followed by a funny picture, posing with the pancakes. I knew I wouldn’t get a text back, he was so busy but I hoped he’d at least see it. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen after eating and headed towards the bathroom to see what surprise he had in there. I walked in and started looking around. The first time he said he loved me was 3 months after we started dating, I was staying the night at his house and I was brushing my teeth and I choked on my toothpaste when he told me. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I kept looking and opened the small drawer that normally had toothpaste in it but instead it had a beautiful ruby red body-con cowl neck dress in it. I lifted it up to my body and a small piece of paper fell on the floor.

It read “I saw this dress and I knew it would look beautiful on you. Take some time to do some self care and get ready, I set up a reservation at 5:00 for you at that Italian restaurant you love. I love you.” I wanted nothing more than to spend valentines with him, even hundreds of miles away he made it special for me. I decided to watch a movie before getting ready since I had plenty of time. I chose to watch Ghost, when you’re depressed what is better to watch? Its a depressing romance. I snuggled up on the couch with blankets and pillows and some chocolate I found in the pantry.

The movie ended at 3:15 and I was a sobbing mess. Patrick Swayze was my childhood crush and this movie always hit me hard. I looked at the clock and decided it’s time to calm down and get ready. I turned the shower on and stripped down, the warm water engulfing me when I stepped into the shower. I took my time and took an “Everything” shower. Once I stepped out I felt like a new person, getting to try out all my new products always made me happy. I blow dried my hair and curled it and put on some light makeup. The dress fit perfectly and made me feel so beautiful. I matched it with red heels and a black trench coat.

I was ready and out of the door by 4:45. The drive to the restaurant was fast and I arrived right on time and got a good parking spot. I grabbed my purse and made my way inside, stopping when he was standing there. Austin was standing at the front entrance waiting for me in a black suit. He looked so beautiful. “A-austin.” I said, pulling him into a hug, fighting back tears. “Hi, baby. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He said, stroking my back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I was so sad I watched Ghost. How are you here?” I asked, looking at him. “Yikes, you watched Ghost?I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you but now I’m thinking that wasn’t a good idea. We finished filming a little earlier than originally planned.” He said. “I’m just glad you’re here now.” I said kissing him.

We were seated at our table and looked at the menu. “What are you getting this time?” He asked. “Well, this gnocchi sounds really good. You?” I asked. “I’m feeling simple tonight, I think I’m just going to get the spaghetti.” He said, closing his menu. “I think that was record time, we only had to tell the waiter we weren’t ready 3 times!” I said smiling. He smiled back and handed the waiter our menus. We ordered and the waiter poured us more wine.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I was sad thinking that I’d have to get Italian food alone.” I said. “I hope you aren’t mad I kept this from you.” He said. “Of course not, this was the greatest surprise ever.” I said. “Do you like the dress? It looks so beautiful on you.” He said. “I love it so much, you know me too well.” I said with a laugh.

I ate my dinner but I noticed Austin wasn’t like he normally did, when the check came to the table only half of his plate was eaten. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Hm?” “You aren’t eating.” I said. “Oh yeah, I’m just jet lagged.” He said. “Oh okay, I can’t wait to be next to you in bed again.” I said. “Oh believe me, I’m so excited. Having to sleep without you next to me was so hard.” He said. “I love you.” He said. “I love you.” I said, kissing the palm of his hand. “I have one more surprise.” He said. “Aus, you’ve already done so much for me.” I said. “It’s just one small thing.” He said, smiling.

He paid the bill and we headed outside. I walked towards the car and unlocked the door. “No, we’ve got to walk there. It’s just across the street.” He said. I nodded and grabbed his hand as we walked across the street over to the beach. I slipped my heels off once we got onto the sand and walked close to the ocean. He grabbed a box out of his pocket and got down on once knee, opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. “Austin, oh my God!” I said, covering my mouth. “Y/n, the day I met you I knew you’d be the girl I’d marry.” He said, choking up. I got down on my knees in front of him and held his hands. “You are so beautiful inside and out and I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you give me the honor of being my wife and marry me?” He asked. “Yes!” I yelled, jumping into his arms, he fell back and held me close to his chest. “I love you so much.” I said, punctuating each word with a kiss. “I love you so much.” My fiancé said.

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[eddiesgorlie]

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.