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emsvertigo · 1 year

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Let The Light In

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summary & genre — fluff & nsfw. it’s a hot day and you & seb are relaxing in your shared bed. (not fully smut)

warnings — sexual references, seb touches you a lot (i got a bit carried away), can’t think of anything cause this is actually tooth rotting.

character & pairing — sebastian wilder x fem!reader (la la land. 2016)

word count — 1.5k

a/n — i arise with a tooth rotting self insert. this came about because ever since i watched ‘la la land’ i can’t stop thinking about ryan. i’ve also been religiously listening to lana del rey’s new album so ofc this fic was written when i was listening to ‘let the light in’. anyway if anyone reads this i love you cause there’s actually no fics for ryan, let alone seb, and you understand what i’m going through. anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

find my old fics here! ✿

His hand ran slowly up and down your thigh, an effort to trace every single blemish on your skin. The warmth of his fingertips danced, coating your skin in a layer of sprinkled love, tickling his way along your freckles. Golden pools of light spilt into the room, painting the space in an amber aura of tranquillity; reaching to the crevices of the ceiling and plunging to the floor like a waterfall. Occasionally silence was broken by cars speeding past, or the harmony of birdsong in their melodic major key. You hummed, content with the pleasure and peace experienced at the moment.

The heat had forced you to bare your legs, curling towards you as the bedcovers drooped over your figure, your feet barely covered by the white duvet. Your head settled against the pillow, blissful in the comfort you had created. You stared at the dancing dust glimmering around his hair, coating it in a haze which painted his hair blond. The shimmering light drowned his face, illuminating his cheekbones, and causing his shadows to become softer, a soft fuzzy glow radiated from his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he stared down at the book lingering softly in his hand.

You’d tell him religiously, like a preacher reciting a mass, all the ways in which he had made you come undone. How in the gorgeous light, he looked otherworldly, godly, like he was dripping with nectar. His bare chest was smothered in gold and small beads of sweat, a little patch of hair growing across his chest which was tanned with the Californian sun. The pink blush flushed against his cheeks absentmindedly decorated his bone structure. You could’ve stared for decades, letting your imagination run wild as his teeth caught his bottom lip, slowly biting at the soft flesh.

“Quit looking at me.” He laughed, turning a page of his book, not paying any mind to your form slowly inching closer to him. His eyes darted along the page, soaking in the information.

You hummed in response, reaching up and moving a strand of hair out of his face, tucking it back into place. He sighed, his eyelashes flickering and dropping the book into his lap, no longer interested in the contents it held. You smiled wildly, teeth grinning.

“Was the book not interesting?” You inquired, moving to place your hand under your chin and balance the other against the sheets. Seb smiled down at you, eyes sapphire in the blinding light.

“Too political.” He whispered, his eyes growing wide in a joking fashion. His hand had now removed itself from your thigh and was tiptoeing its way up to your waist. Your tummy was bare, the top you wore hugging as little of your frame as possible. The heat was incredible, and looking adequate was the least of your worries.

The silence returned as you both gazed into each other's eyes. A dog barked in the distance, the only thing shattering your peaceful moment. You licked your lips as Seb’s hands caressed your midriff, his touch tickling your warm skin. His eyelashes were heavy, and hair fell into his eyes once again, framing his face with curls. Stubble littered his face, a subtle hint that summer was here and his want to shave had disappeared.

“I love the way you look.” You exhaled, soaking in his features like an anaesthetic lulling you to sleep.

“That’s a strange way of saying you love me.” He laughed, his fingers still tracing the outline of your belly button absentmindedly. You rolled your eyes, wanting to smack his chest but deciding against it.

His head leaned down, planting a peck of a kiss onto your forehead. Lingering for a few seconds to breathe your scent in.

“I'm joking.” He mumbled into your hair, eyes fluttering closed. His hand coming further up your front, laying flat against your stomach.

His head returned to its original position, but in the newfound proximity, your breaths became one. Wavering for a moment, he let himself gaze in awe at your complexion. Drinking in every ounce of perfection, which dripped off of you.

“Now who's the one that's staring.” You breathed, his mouth swallowing your thought in a kiss. Your posture tipped towards his frame, a hand finding its way to rest gracefully at the side of his face. Stubble close to your fingertips.

His lips pressed flush against yours, causing his nose to meet your face. Tongues interweaving in dance, lips interlocking with passion. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled you towards him, hand now on the small of your back. His palm dragged its way up, and underneath your top.

A groan emerged from his lips as you parted from the bond. Leaving his lips pouted and flushed, eyelashes still closed against his pink cheeks. His hand still lazing on your back, drawing circles in impatience.

You swung your hips around, now sitting up on the bed facing him. He obliged without remark and sat the same way, pulling you in further with his other hand. Your hand had fallen to his chest and now rested flush against him, head raising to bathe in the golden sunlight filtering through the blinds. His eyes winked shut once again as he came forward to lock your lips with his.

“Seb.” You moaned into his mouth, gasping when his lips moved at a sensual pace, coating your mouth in his love. Your prayer was answered by a low hum, as his hands both felt their way around your torso. Your own hands wrapped themselves around his neck, desperate to pull him even closer to you. With your quickened movements, his book was left discarded on the wooden floor, pages open and ruined.

He swallowed every moan that dared to drip off your tongue in sweet praise, letting out a gasp when he let his fingers dance around the edges of your breasts. Your hands locked tightly into his hair, curling strands in between your fingers. Nails scratched down his scalp, allowing soft sounds to escape his throat like honey. Two bodies became one in a haze of cloudy lust.

His hands outlined your breast, almost frightened to touch you in case you shattered into millions of pieces. His tongue traced your teeth, as he attempted to consume every inch of you. His fingertips faltered, resting his thumbs against your chest, narrowly missing what he wanted to touch most. A slow hum erupted from your throat, threatening to break out into a moan, attempting to communicate your genuine need for him. Yet he still faltered.

You considered the fact his tongue was down your throat, yet he wouldn’t let his hands cup your breasts.

“Touch me.” You moaned in between kisses, acknowledging his hunger to feel you. Interlinking your souls together with a simple intimate touch.

Immediately his hands shifted into place, palms pressed flush against you. A strained noise choked in his throat at the action, a sound that sent an electric current running down to your core.

His hands began to work at a steady pace, moulding you like clay. His long fingers were covered by the cloth dividing him from the real world. Kneading you slowly like dough or putty, causing you to moan with every squeeze. You shifted positions so your heel sat in between your legs, desperately hoping for some friction against you.

He suddenly broke free from the kiss, panting into the air still coated in sun. His glistening face glowed in ecstasy and light, sunbeams bouncing onto his skin. His eyes worked their way down your front to meet with his hands beneath your top, the outline squeezing flesh. Your eyelids drooped at the sight of his features glimpsing your body.

Your hands released from his neck, and found their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging the fabric to pull it over your head. Once it was tossed at the side of the bed, you thanked God that you hadn't worn a bra that day. Your hands, gripped into his shoulders tightly.

Seb’s hands stopped for a second with the newfound sense of freedom, loosening their grip for a moment. You let your head lull backwards, gazing up at the ceiling and closing your eyes as his hands resumed their routine. A curse trickled from your lips in a stolen breath as your over-sensitive skin was pleasured.

“Oh, my God.” You uttered, repeating it like it was your last word on Earth. As though Sebastian was keeping you afloat along a river of satisfaction.

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smirking. Enjoying the way your brows furrowed with every movement of his hands. His head came up to meet your exposed neck in open-mouthed kisses, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“You’re perfect.” He declared in between kisses, sucking sensitive spots on your skin and provoking loud groans from both of you.

As his fingers worked pinching your skin and nipples every so often, you wondered how you got so lucky. To be located in the city of dreams, and wrapped in a musician's arms, with his piano-player fingers working overtime to please you.

You couldn’t be happier.

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svblimes · 2 months

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#ryan gosling #stay (2005)#drive (2011)#la la land #henry letham #driver #sebastian wilder #.mine

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stupidfuckingwindow · 6 months

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Sebastian Wilder // NSFW Alphabet

Word count: 1.4k of just FILTH.

Thank you Goosecord for giving me the inspiration to post this and for all of your wonderfully sinful thoughts. I love yall, you're all so fun and inspiring.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

One of his favorite things to do- in and out of the bedroom- is to take care of you. If he's the one who was dominant in bed, he'll immediately focus on making sure you're okay and cleaning you up before he even starts worrying about himself. When he is the submissive, Sebastian will need a minute to recollect himself before helping you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sebastian, obviously, loves his hands. Without them, he couldn't play the piano. He's expressive with his hands, usually gesturing with them accordingly when he speaks. He likes using them to pin you down while he fucks you, or keep your hips steady as you bounce on his dick.

He likes your hips, usually having a hand on or around them whenever you two are together. It comforts him to know that you trust him enough to let him touch you, and Seb often finds himself staring at your legs, as well. If you have hip-dips, it's all the sweeter.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside, whenever he can. He loves the aspect of cumming inside you, and feels it's more romantic in that way. Sebastian also can't help but admire the sight of it dripping out of you. He'll push it back in with either his fingers or cock for round two and fuck some more into you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He isn't one for sharing or letting anyone see you. Sebastian is worried about being caught. That being said, he thinks about fucking you at Seb's. He wants to fuck you over every surface eventually, when the club is closed.

Very, very, expensive piano included.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sebastian isn't too terribly experienced. He's had bigger things to do/deal with in life. He knows the basics and picks up things you like rather quickly, but other than that he hasn't had too many partners before you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where Seb gets to see your face and make sure you're feeling good is one that he prefers. It's simple, but Sebastian enjoys missionary the most. Though, on occasion, he will bend you over the nearest surface if he's desperate enough.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Seb is a mix of both, preferring to be a little more serious than silly. But there are those rare moments after a long day where he's in need of unloading and having a laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well groomed. I mean, have you seen him? Enough said.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's usually very romantic when fucking you. Seb focuses on your pleasure, often then not. But, once a blue moon, he'll get more aggressive when irritated or stressed out. Hair-pulling, degrading, and rough fucking are all in the cards when you push him long enough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely does Sebastian get himself off. He's engrossed in his work, and even before meeting you he was the same way.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Everything to do with his piano is a given. He wants to bend you over it or fuck you over the keys despite the awful noise slamming into them makes. Sebastian will let you warm his cock while he practices.

An (unintentional) Breeding kink also comes with the territory of him stuffing his cum back into you. He's slightly obsessed with the feeling of having you around him as he cums.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Again, it's simple, but at home. He gets to see you in the privacy of his apartment without the fear of getting caught. There, it's also much easier for him to take care of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You're his muse, and sometimes all it takes for him is just thinking about or seeing you. Thinking too hard about all the possibilities of being in bed with you is what does it for Sebastian.

Also, he loves seeing you in the mornings. Seeing you next to him or wearing his shirt in the early hours is something he treasures.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Harming you in a serious way is a no, for Sebastian, even if it's just roleplay or there's that potential. He won't partake in anything like weapon/knifeplay, and Sebastian needs enthusiastic consent. He doesn't want to force you into anything if it even sounds like you aren't enjoying yourself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely giving. He loves using his fingers most often to fuck you while eating you out/sucking you off. Seb enjoys watching you have a good time, and likes hearing the sounds you make as he does so. Considering that he's a pianist, it's also a given that he's extremely skilled with his fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace entirely depends on what both of you are feeling. Slow and sensual is the most regular, but he's into being rougher and faster whenever you want him to be. He'll also naturally get more rough with you when highly stressed out or annoyed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them. After the two of you have been dating for a while and get more used to one another, he'll slowly start to be more open to quickies and have them more often with you. He might even risk some in public, at work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll risk fucking you in places that have people, after a point. Sebastian will occasionally get you off under the table/piano, etc. -If he's sure the two of you won't be caught, that is. Regarding experimenting, yes. He's willing to try most everything, so long as it's within both of your boundaries and feels good for you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sebastian's stamina ranges anywhere from two to three rounds, to five. It all depends on how he's feeling at the time. When he's feeling lazier and more romantic, that's when he'll take his time, rather than attempt to pump out more rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Seb, personally, doesn't own any toys. But he doesn't have a problem with you having or using them. He'll use a vibrator on you if he feels it's necessary. He's also open to you using toys on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll tease you according to the mood. When taking his time, Sebastian will only tease a little bit. When rough, however, he will tease you more/more often.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. If we're going off his habit of obnoxiously honking outside of your house, he's no quieter in bed. Even less so when he's the one under you. Unlike Ken, however (Coming soon trust), your entire neighborhood won't know when you're fucking Sebastian. When he's dominant, however, he'll often tell you how good you're doing as he fucks you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Complete bastard on the road. This isn't even a headcanon, this is just him and how he is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sebastian's dick is a good 5 to 6 inches. It's not the longest, but he does know how to properly use his fingers to help pleasure you. He's on the slimmer side, with a pretty pink tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Seb's sex drive is rather low. He'd much rather have sex that means something over meaningless fucking. But, whenever you're down, he is too. Thinking about incorporating his work into sex with you, however, easily gets him hard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I said, Sebastian will stay up a little while afterwards to clean the both of you up. Whenever the two of you are rougher or have more rounds is when he'll fall asleep quicker. Dominate him hard enough, though, and he'll be out like a light.

#ryan gosling #la la land #sebastian wilder x reader #sebastian wilder #n.sfw.#sebastian wilder smut #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x reader

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nobrain-onlysteven · 6 months

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Will Ryan Gosling every play a character who is not babygirl?

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artsy-moonwalker · 6 months

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welcome to seb’s

#la la land #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanart #sebastian wilder #sebastian wilder fanart #fanart #la la land fanart

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regulusblackcore · 7 months

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just a little seb drabble but like imagine being his muse. (some minor talk about sex but like s nothing happens so)

like imagine you wake up to him lightly playing piano in the next room, tiredly mumbling to himself as he thinks of lyrics

he fingers running along the keys as he plays a melody that perfectly incapsulates you or your relationship

his mind on you and trying to put YOU into poetry

hes definitely thought of doing ungodly things with you on his piano

or even at his club

his hand resting on your thigh as he plays a delicate tune with his other

you would be the first person he would show his new music to

him looking for you in the audience after every song, heart eyes definite

HIS HANDS.

god only knows that he's good with his hands.

if hes THAT good with piano man...

imagine coming home from work and hes sitting at the piano, hair messy, his shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top and the sleeves are rolled up, and hes at it at the piano. dude.

he would hum to you as he runs his fingers through your hair to help you sleep

or youll find him the the kitchen, playing jazz music, humming softly to himself as he cooks

imagine him finding you after one of his shows and hugging your waist tightly with one hand, the other on the back of your head to keep you as close as possible

he would definitely would smell you

not in a weird way but like he just loves the smell of you

he would play music and dance with you around his apartment, his hand splayed on your back in a protective manner

LORD HELP ME I NEED MORE RYAN GOSLING CONTENT. ESPECIALLY SEB.

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gosling-obsessed · 1 month

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Ryan Gosling might've lost the oscar but he won the night and everyone's heart 🩷

#ryan gosling #ken #barbie movie #barbie #im just ken #oscars 2024 #oscars #la la land #drive #sebastian wilder #holland march #sierra six #officer k #the fall guy

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littlefireaidan · 3 months

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Spooked Seb is so funny.

#la la land #ryan gosling #emma stone #sebastian wilder #mia dolan

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lifeiskentastic · 8 months

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Sebastian plays a lullaby on the piano for the gn!Reader

Gif by @lionsgate-uk

A/N: Why. There. No. Fanfics. About. Sebastian. Wilder. I will fix it rn. (Okay, actually, there are a few fanfics with him, but here's one more from me);

Summary: Just a routine night between gn!Reader and Seb, where he plays you a lullaby on the piano;

Word count: 506 words;

Music i recommended: I wrote it under Mia & Sebastian's theme and I think it fit well.

Good reading!

Sebastian played the piano for you every night. Sure, you got into trouble with the neighbors from time to time because of it, but in the end, they all had to put up with it, because there was no way Seb would turn down the opportunity to play you his best tunes before bed. He called it "a mandatory ritual, the consequence of not performing which is the inevitable appearance of sleepy demons." It seems that some neighbors even believed it!

So at the end of each day, no matter how difficult, tiring, or all together, Sebastian always found time to sit down at his piano and play soothing music for your peaceful sleep. And today was no exception.

"How about your favorite?"

Even though this song was your favorite, it was a kind of torture for the neighbors, but you couldn't deny Seb's conspiratorial smile.

"I will not refuse."

And even if you have a lot of trouble, it will still be the most perfect evening created just for the two of you.

Sebastian, out of habit, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and you watched with admiration as he gracefully raised his hands over the keys.

Amazing music instantly poured out of the musical instrument. You had heard it countless times, but it still took your breath away. You stared in undisguised fascination at Seb's long fingers, moving quickly from key to key.

"Hey, I'm playing so you can sleep better, not the other way around."

Sebastian still continued to play, smiling gently.

He has no idea how difficult it is to fall asleep when Sebastian Wilder himself is playing the piano for you. Still, you agree with him and laid down on the bed, letting the soft sounds of the piano flow unhindered to your ears. At times like these, you had an overwhelming urge to get up and dance to the sweet tune, but you knew that if you did that right now, Seb would have to force you into bed. Not that you minded, just… You didn't want to interrupt those sounds.

The relaxed chords lulling you to sleep, but you keep looking at the skillful hands of your talented boyfriend, at his satisfied face when he hit every right key. You couldn't put into words how happy you were to see Sebastian so passionate about his work.

You feel your eyelids slowly droop, but there was nothing you could do about it. The lullaby relaxed you and now you were ready to give in to it and fall into a deep calm sleep created by Seb.

As your eyes finally closed, the melody came to an end. Through your sleep, you could still hear the soft creaking of the floor under Sebastian's steps and the sound of the mattress as he lay next to you.

The last thing you heard before falling completely asleep was a soft whisper in your ear:

"Sweet dreams."

And a gentle kiss on the cheek, after which this dream promised to be simply wonderful.

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ken-dom · 16 days

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All of Your Flaws are Aligned with This Mood of Mine

Sebastian Wilder x gn!reader

900 words

∘₊✧ Summary: This time, Seb goes too far.

∘₊✧ Authors’s notes: Based on the line 'When have you done anything that anyone liked?' from the original La La Land script (covered in this tasty post), and inspired by conversations of Seb being a total bastard with the darling @heresthestorymorningglory, without whom I would write far, far fewer fics. Title from Irresistible by Fall Out Boy.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, blow job, humiliation, orgasm denial, set during a fight with Seb but it's insinuated the whole relationship with him is pretty toxic

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‘When have you done anything that anyone liked?’

The words hang heavy in the space between you – a space that has steadily expanded with every jibe and cutting insult you’ve thrown at one another in the last half hour. The record playing behind you fades into deathly silence.

Sebastian, with all his suave charm and quiet intellect spills pure poison when he’s feeling this way out, when you’ve rubbed each other up the wrong way and can’t manage to halt the descent into waters you’d usually not dream of treading with anyone else.

You stare him out. He’s gone a step too far this time and he knows it. He swallows hard, throat dry and grating, trying to mask his regret, trying to stand his ground, ready for you to fight back.

His eyes glimmer as you lift your head proudly to answer his delightfully disparaging question.

The words you plan to kick back with are too delicious to get wrong. He waits anxiously as you lick your lips, your eyes calculating as you finally open your mouth to speak.

‘You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you?’

That glimmer in his striking blues turns into a flash of surprise — he didn’t expect it, sure, but it isn’t just that. He liked it, too.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, your words swirling through his clouding mind and coursing downward to pool, hot and uncomfortable, at his core.

‘Well? Don’t you?’ you push.

He clears his throat, cheeks powdering with a brand new deep blush, replacing the prickling heat of infuriation that had coloured them pink before.

He blinks his gaze away as you stride right up to him, shame consuming him whole at how his body is responding to this. Does it count as humiliation? Does he like that? Shit.

When you land an inch away from his face, he hopes you’ll spit some spiteful remark, but instead you reach to touch his jaw with steady, gentle fingertips, and he flinches.

‘Seb?’ you whisper, almost seductively. It shouldn’t make him dizzy, but it does.

An, ‘Mhmm?’ is all he can manage by reply.

You laugh then. Mocking, cruel, and he shudders. His trousers have grown incredibly tight in the last few seconds. He’s scared, he realises, and the fear is thrilling.

You drop to your knees, shoving his trousers down past his knees, rough and uncaring. Licking your lips more pointedly this time, you gaze up at his irritatingly handsome face. He whimpers at the intensity. His cock leaks and twitches before he can even think about trying to stop it – not that he could really control that even if he wanted to.

It’s weak and pathetic and not at all in the same realm as the Seb who was spitting out a stream of all the worst things you think about yourself combined with that special brand of Sebastian Wilder venom that rubs salt into wounds he’s already inflicted.

His hips jerk forward, knees buckling at how jarring this all is, and you lick a warm, wet stripe up his length.

He whines, fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall he’s backed against.

‘Lost for words now?’ you taunt, chuckling to yourself as you lean in for another, more lingering taste of him.

Seb’s eyes squeeze shut as you gaze up at him, and you swear you see a tear drip free to trickle down his cheek.

You smirk around his cock, wrapping your fingers around the base and massaging as you take his length into your mouth and suck hard, swirling your tongue to flick over the tip each time you pull back before swallowing him whole again.

It’s already the best blow job he’s ever received and he’s embarrassed at how quickly he’s nearing his release with you working him like this.

He needs to fight back; needs to make you work for his release as punishment, but he’s leaking steadily now, throbbing in the warm comfort of your mouth, and his vision is turning blurry.

‘P-please,’ he begs, more to himself than to you, and you can feel him nearing his peak now.

You slow, and he breathes a sigh of relief, hoping it will give him time to make this last, stand his ground.

His whole body shivers as you drag your teeth along his length, but then you kiss his pre-cum coated tip and sit back on your heels admiring him, watching every little pulse of his thick, needy cock.

The relief that washes over Sebastian dwindles. He cock feels cold and unloved without your lips around it, and you’re taking too long to come back.

Chest heaving, he tries to hold his breath long enough to open one eye just enough to glimpse down and gather what you’re playing at.

He sees you getting to your feet, unhurried and smug.

Brow knitting, he opens both eyes wide, starting at the glittering of your eyes as you lean in close enough for your breath to brush against his ear as you whisper, ‘Fuck. You.’

Breathless, cock aching, dripping onto the floor between his feet, he watches you leave. Watches you struggle a little with the lock on his door before letting it slam shut behind you, not turning back. Gone.

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svblimes · 6 months

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:^)

#good lotrd.................#la la land #sebastian wilder #ryan gosling #.mine

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castieltrash1 · 8 months

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just wooing sebastian wilder accidentally by being urself and he’s not afraid to make it clear that he wants u!! agh!!

sebastian wilder x gn!reader; fluff, meet-cute, awkward flirting, seb being a heart-eyed pookie for u

Sebastian hits the last set of notes with such force the deafening silence of the restaurant finally clicks, and he can feel the gaped mouths and wide eyes surrounding him even with his gaze locked firmly on the ivory keys. The hushed whispers follow a second later and he gathers the strength to lift his head, a dark blond curl sweeping across his damp forehead as he does. Where he expects to see Bill’s looming figure, he finds your warm presence instead, your expression a stark contrast to those in the rest of the room.

Noticing he’s halted his set, you scurry closer, excitement visible on your face. He's not sure what you’re admiring, so Sebastian peers over his shoulder, only finding confrontation awaiting him. Bill stands by the kitchen entrance, arms crossed and face flush with anger; holding back the public outburst he’s clearly teetering on the edge of.

“Um, excuse me,” you squeak out, and Sebastian turns back to you, raising a confused brow. “I don’t want to interrupt, really, but you just…” You shake your head, and at the sound of muffled giggles, he spots a crowded table behind you, the patrons rolling their eyes. Immediately, your features scrunch in embarrassment and you reach back, swatting your hand quietly at what must be your friends or family teasing you for boldly approaching the pianist on such a busy night. “Sorry, just, you’re really amazing.”

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, feeling a light flush bloom on his cheeks. “Thank you. Thanks.” He nods and watches as you shove a crumpled twenty-dollar bill into his fish bowl tip jar.

“I’d totally give you more but I just moved here and I’m pretty broke.” You laugh nervously, but all Sebastian can think is how truly appreciative you seem, even without the money. Most people carelessly toss their change at him after he plays a couple of boring songs from the setlist, but you enjoyed his music, the kind he actually liked playing. “Do you perform anywhere else?”

“Herman’s Habit, actually,” he starts, breaking into a soft smile. “When they let me, I mean. It’s pretty competitive there with all the different jazz bands.”

“That sounds amazing,” you reply, moving closer until he can see all the details on your face in the dim mood lighting. He could look at you for hours, he thinks, and for once in a long time he feels genuinely nervous, wringing his hands together to keep them from twitching. “Where is it at? I’d love to go. Live music is just so…” You make a face, searching for the right word but failing to find it. “I don’t know.” You sigh and he knows exactly how you feel. “But I don’t have to tell you that,” you continue, reading his mind.

“It’s great.” Sebastian can already imagine it, you dancing, watching him in his element. “I’ll take you,” he offers, so quickly it feels like the words are coming from someone else. “Tomorrow night, you and me. What do you say?” The look of surprise on your face is hard to miss and he worries he’s being too forward. “Or we can meet there. Anywhere, actually. But we should really go to Herman’s.”

When you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, he’s struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss you. “Like… on a date?”

“Yes,” he says, so confidently he almost believes it himself. “You’ll love it, I promise.” At least, he hopes you will. After months of living in a slump, it’s as if the universe has dropped his soulmate right in front of him, and he wants to know you so badly it makes his skin tingle.

Another beat passes. “Alright,” you agree, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Give me the address.” You quickly pull your phone out, typing in exactly what he tells you and having him double-check it for good measure. “I really didn’t expect this when I came over here,” you admit, hoping you don’t sound too flustered. “I just wanted to compliment you, I swear.”

“Me either,” Sebastian jokes, and when you laugh, it sounds just like jazz. “How’s eight?”

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