#sebastian wilder x reader

[emsvertigo]

Let The Light In

image not mine, found on pinterest

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.

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Piano Keys // Sebastian Wilder

Another birthday fic for the goose.

Word count: 228

Tw; NSFW, Seb is a teasing BASTARD.

"If you keep moving, I'll make you restart all over again," Sebastian whispered, under his breath. His words are hot on your skin from just how close he is, chest pressed to your back. Seb's fingers hover just over yours, guiding you through the notes you're supposed to press.

His fucked up idea of teaching you how to play the piano was to have you sit on his cock without moving. If you moved, he'd force you to continue from the beginning. He taunts you more, still, a smugness to his words. "The faster we can get this over with, the faster I can fuck you over these keys."

You're barely even the one moving- Sebastian is. He'll give a few shallow thrusts ever so often to goad you into squeezing around him, or fucking up a particularly difficult string of notes. All so you can stay and warm his cock a little longer.

Usually, he never teases you this much. He'll go slow and sensual, taking his time to make sure you're enjoying yourself and focused on your pleasure.

But, apparently, Sebastian Wilder becomes a completely new kind of asshole when he's behind a piano. You swear he's only doing this to fuel some kind of superiority complex and prove that he's great, actually, at playing the piano.

Like it wasn't obvious enough already.

What a dick.

[ken-dom]

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.

[regulusblackcore]

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.

[lifeiskentastic]

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.

[castieltrash1]

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?”

gosling sleepover sunday (no longer taking requests!)

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Put Your Finger On It

Summary: Fingering is a pianist term...right?

A/N: I finally watched La La Land and well, Seb is loud...very loud.

As per usual, it's NSFW 18+ @ken-dom I blame you with the utmost love for this one, however you're not 100% to blame, late night chats with @webbo0 in the Goosecord also sparked the idea for this one. Figured our favourite man's birthday is as good a day as any to drop a double feature.

Enjoy my loves <3

You leaned over the small table, gently blowing out the last of the candles in the centre. Seb sat at the piano on the stage lost in his own world bathed in a blue light. You set your tray and bar rag on the bartop watching him intently.

He lost himself so easily in music it almost made you jealous; you had never been so passionate about anything. 

You had sent the last of the waitresses home for the night; it was just the two of you left in the club.

You watched his elegant fingers slide effortlessly over the keys, tie loosely hanging on his neck, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. You ran your tongue between your lips, teeth gently sinking into your bottom lip as you stood leaning against the bar, transfixed God he was something else. 

This caught his attention, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked up from the keys with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing?” 

You climbed the tiny steps to the stage; Seb’s back to you, completely oblivious to your presence.

Your heels clicked across the hard floor as you stepped up on the bench, perching yourself on the corner of the piano top, legs crossed at the ankles, feet resting on the piano bench. 

“I was listening to you play” you sighed, stretching back over the glossy top “Oh wait, would you like this better?” 

You scooted back on the smooth top, swinging your legs around behind you as you laid flat on your stomach, feet kicked in the air as you leaned forward with your elbows up, your chin in your hands. He just rolled his eyes. “Is there no one left for you to annoy?” 

You hummed pretending to consider his question before scrunching your nose with a shake of your head “No” 

You grunted sitting back up, swinging your legs back over in front of the keys directly in front of where Seb sat. “I don’t know how Lucy does that, it isn’t comfortable” 

“Lucy also laid on the floor” Seb sighed obviously irritated with your antics “Not on top of the piano” 

You laughed lightly with a small squeak “You did not watch Charlie Brown” 

“Everyone watched Charlie Brown” he muttered not paying you any attention “Now, get off my piano” 

Again, you pretended to consider his request before you shook your head “Nah” Instead crossing your ankles, resting your still heel clad feet in his lap. 

He picked up both your legs, his hands warm on your bare skin, moving them to the side out of his immediate way. 

You sighed, lifting one leg, bracing it on his knee as you lifted the other to unbuckle your shoe before dropping it to the stage floor with a loud clatter. Intentionally sliding your now bare foot up his thigh as he sat on the small bench, you did the same with the other shoe, dropping it next to the first. 

“Heels hurt” you said simply, watching him press his lips together in irritation as your now bare feet rested on his thighs, your position still impeding his ability to actually play. “It’s getting late”

He didn’t answer, but you watched as his eyes traveled up your bare legs, the hem of your blue cocktail dress coming to rest just above your knees. 

You slid your foot slowly along his thigh, gently biting your lip watching him, his head dropped, a chunk of his blonde hair falling across his forehead. You jumped a little when his large hand closed over your foot, stopping it from moving. 

Finally, he looked up, making eye contact, but still not speaking, his long slender fingers wrapped loosely around your ankle. 

Your eyes stayed locked on his as you bit your lip gently, his fingers flexing against your achilles tendon before his hand started to slide slowly up your leg, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest, beating a little harder under his blue eyed scrutiny, but you kept your composure; even after his other hand slid over your knee mirroring its partner on the other side, his fingers dangerously close to creeping up under the hem of your dress. You sat silent, in a battle of wills. Your bare feet resting on his thighs, his impossibly warm hands resting on your bare knees. The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. 

You purposely dug your heel a little harder into the top of his thigh, pushing you foot closer to his mid section, in turn forcing his hand to push further up your thigh and off your knee, fingertips disappearing under the fabric of your dress. This was torture. 

As if he’d read your mind or the thought was written clear as day on your face, Seb slid his hand up your thigh; dress bunching at your hip as his fingers teased the sensitive skin finally causing you to break eye contact, closing your eyes as you tipped your head back taking in a deep breath, fingers curling around the edge of the piano top. 

Seb’s other hand sliding tantalizingly slowly up your other thigh, your dress now sat evenly bunched across your middle. 

You looked back at him, both hands sliding up either side of your hips, fingers curling around the elastic of the waist of your panties before he stopped. 

Your core throbbed with anticipation. His movements were so fluid, every touch seemed intentional, like he had planned for this all along even though it had been you who had invaded his personal space first. 

You shifted your feet from his thighs to the more stable bench, not missing the hard on now concealed under his suit pants, giving yourself a little more stability to lift your hips in a silent invitation for him to continue.

He tugged the lacy fabric off your hips before you settled back on the piano top, lifting your feet as he slid them over your ankles before stuffing them into his pants pocket. 

His hands take a firm grip of your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the piano before pushing your knees apart, putting you on full view from his vantage point. 

He hummed with approval and you felt your stomach clench, every inch of your body suddenly aching with desire, aching to be touched. 

“Seb…” you whispered  

“Shhh” he shushed softly, putting a finger to his lips as he looked up at you “Let me work”

If you could find your voice, you would have laughed in disbelief; instead, your mouth just hung open silently before you closed it again. 

“Holy fuck” you breathed, a hand pushing your hair back off your face as Seb stood from the bench, fingers still moving. 

Seb’s fingers ghosted up the inside of your thigh playing some melody only he could hear causing you to let out a shaky breath as they crept closer to your core.

His featherlight touch made you gasp, arching back; making you moan louder as he immediately plunged two fingers deep inside you.

You thrust your hips forward shamelessly, forcing him deeper, his fingers curling in just the right way, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and lay back across the glassy top you were sitting on. 

He had positioned himself between your legs, reaching to bend one knee, your heel coming to rest on the slick keys, the mangled noise mixing with your moans. 

The hand not between your thighs pinning your hip to the piano as you tried desperately to roll into his touch. 

“Seb, please” you begged, swallowing hard. 

He leaned over you, tie still hanging loosely from around his neck as he shook his head. “No”

You frowned slightly, looking up at him “What?” you breathed hard 

“I said, no” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to make sense of his words in your blissed out haze. “What do you mean n-” 

You were cut off by your own strangled cry as he thrust his fingers harder, hooking them hard against your g spot. Then it dawned on you what he had meant. 

“N-no, don’t” you pleaded, thighs squeezing hard around the hand between your legs. Still his hand moved with ease. 

“You’ll cum when I tell you to,” he thrust his fingers hard, making you cry out, “And not before” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing hard as you leaned back 

The hand on your hip moving to your jaw as he leaned over the piano “Look at me” 

You gasped, his unrelenting fingers still thrusting as he spoke, the hand on your jaw squeezing tighter, you conceded, opening your eyes. 

His breath was warm on your already overheated skin as he spoke “When I’m up here, I’m working; is that clear?” 

You nodded as much as his grip would allow, as a violent twitch shook your body. His grip became a little firmer when you didn’t answer. “Yes,” you managed a whisper, but that hadn’t been to Seb’s satisfaction. 

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you; is that clear?” he repeated

“Yes!” you cried out; fighting to keep your orgasm at bay 

“Yes what?!” his volume matching yours, his voice booming around the empty stage. 

“Seb, please” you almost wailed, fingers now gripping the edge of the piano painfully. 

“I can go all night,” he threatened “Although I doubt even you have that kind of restraint” 

“No, no, no, p-please” the foot you had resting on the keys, slipping from its place, kicking the empty bench hard, knocking it askew on the stage.. 

No longer caring how desperate you sounded he had taken the upper hand, assuming you had ever had it at all. 

“Yes, what?” he repeated, his voice had dropped to a menacing whisper; his fingers sliding from inside you with a lewd squish.

Your breath caught in your throat as your body relaxed slightly and he let go of your jaw “Yes, sir” you whispered, swallowing hard. Heart pounding in your chest as you tried to even your breathing.

Fingers curled around your wrist as Seb righted the bench in front of the piano, pulling you up into a sitting position; your core throbbing painfully, begging you to find release. 

You watched as Seb unbuttoned his fly, just enough to free his throbbing cock before he sat on the bench. 

He pulled you into his lap, you immediately collapsed against him, moaning into his neck as he buried himself inside you with a grunt as your warm heat enveloped his length. 

His hands on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. Your entire form shook with anticipation, ankles hooked around Seb’s back, clinging to him, desperate for release. 

“S-Seb please” you whispered, shuddering against him 

The slow roll of his hips was agonizing; you had resorted to whimpering, on the verge of crying you were almost certain. 

“Not yet, Darling” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his hands sliding up your back, opening the zipper of your dress before pulling it over your head, dropping it on your shoes. 

He stood, leaning you against the piano, you flinched, the surface cold on your bare back fingers instantly curling against his back as a powerful thrust forced you backward. 

“Not yet” he whispered, answering your silent plea as the edge of the piano bit into your bare skin; Seb braced against it, giving himself leverage. 

His thrusts were already erratic, watching you fall to pieces in his skilled hands, unable to do much else had been enough to almost drive him mad.

Less than half a dozen hard, determined thrusts, each one making you cry out louder than the last, His weight pinning you exactly where he wanted. “Now”

“Christ” he breathed, bending slightly to kiss you gently before leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s one hell of a birthday present” 

You never knew a single word could hold so much power; voice cracking with relief as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, legs dropping from around his waist, thankful for his weight pinning you in place as your orgasm finally reached its peak. A loud grunt against your shoulder as he slipped from inside you, his release coating your entire front.

He collapsed catching himself on the edge of the piano with both hands. 

You smiled, draping your arms around his neck kissing him again “You’re welcome”

[xtrokeme]

i'm taking one-shot requests for ryan gosling and jake gyllenhaal characters x reader if you are interested, i'm not a pro but i want to give it a try !!

ryan gosling's characters i can write:

holland march (the nice guys)*

sebastian wilder (la la land)*

driver (drive)*

sierra six (the gray man)

officer k (blade runner 2049)

henry letham (stay)

jerry wooters (gangster squad)

dean (blue valentine)

jake gyllenhaal's characters i can write:

detective loki (prisoners)*

billy hope (southpaw)

donnie (donnie darko)

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* means that they're my favs

don't hesitate to send a request please !!!

[drivinmeinsane]

Decorating ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Six ※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: You and Seb reach a compromise when it comes to the holiday season at the jazz club.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Established relationship, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Gratuitous Christmas Vibes

※ Word count: 1434

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

Leaning a little too far out to weave in the string lights between the branches of the Christmas tree that you’re decorating, you feel the step ladder wobble precariously under your feet. A hand immediately presses against your lower stomach to steady you before it’s joined by a second one on your hip. The top step of the ladder is not the most secure place to be.

“Careful,” Seb says, sounding tense.

“I’m almost done,” you say in the effort to reassure him. You tuck the end of the plug amongst the needles of the tree, right against the trunk.

Satisfied that no one will be able to see it, you call the precarious job finished and take a step down onto the rung below. Sebastian does not take his hands off of you. You know he won’t be satisfied until you are off the stepladder entirely. Looking down at him, you can’t resist brushing your fingers over his hair. It’s loose, not yet gelled since it’s only the two of you here. He’s in a loose shirt and comfortable pants. The jazz enthusiast is soft and approachable like this, not the serious, buttoned up pianist in a tasteful suit. He won’t be until much later. The club doesn’t open until 6 tonight, and it’s not even quite noon yet. The two of you have plenty of time to get everything ready. 

Christmas music plays quietly in the background. You had insisted on bringing your old CD player and a stack of holiday disks to the club for this decorating process. It was one he hadn’t been looking forward to, being rather scornful of the holiday in general. His experiences at the restaurant as a gig worker during the Christmas season hadn’t helped him foster warm feelings for it.

“Tinsel, please.”

He lets his hands slide free from your body and fetches what you requested. He offers it to you with a flourish, a knight presenting a sword to his keeper. Seb sounds fond as he offers up the length of navy blue plastic. “Here you are, my liege.” 

“Thank you, good sir,” you respond grandly, lifting it from his presenting palms. 

Starting from the top of the tree, you anchor the tinsel and work your way downwards. Sebastian circles around to the opposite side to assist so you do not run the risk of toppling head first off the stepladder. His long reach is beneficial, and he works with the same attention to detail as he gives to his music. 

“I’m thinking I might have the band do a seasonal set once a night. Whatever music feels right. Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, Chanukah…” He announces conversationally, passing the tinsel end to you from the other side of the tree.

Stuttering to a stop, you let the garland dangle forgotten in your hand. You lean around the tree to look at him incredulously. He raises his eyebrows at your blatant staring.

“But you hate the holidays.” You don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. It’s just a fact about the man across from you. 

“Mmm, but,” he shrugs, “you like it. A relationship is about compromise sometimes. You work with me so I work with you. We both get what we want.”

“Which is?” You ask, utterly baffled.

“I get to see you happy. You keep me from being a scrooge. It’s all about balance.”

You roll your eyes at him with a fond smile. “I don’t know about that, I think you’re still pretty scoogey.”

“That’s not a word,” Seb protests.

After waving a dismissive hand at the amused man, the two of you arrange the tinsel in content silence. Sebastian occasionally hums a melody as you work, parts of songs that he has been composing for the past few weeks and months. You abandon the stepladder to kneel at the bottom of the tree to finish. Seb works in the end of the strand on his side. The two of you step back to survey the tree, the musician coming to stand at your side. It looks promising. You’re about to tell him so when he nudges your hip with his.

“What?” You question, turning to him.

He doesn’t say anything, just does it again, adding a gentle tap of his ankle to yours. Oh, you get it now. Casting him a smile, you offer him your hand, palm down. He takes it willingly and pulls you into a spin. The dance turns into a lindy hop. The two of you are a mess of held hands and dramatic spins. Each time you pull close together, he brushes his mouth over yours in a playfully fleeting kiss. 

Dizzy and with sides aching from laughter, you let Sebastian pull you against his chest. He holds you in his arms, letting you lean against him. He gently sways, matching the beats of the still-playing seasonal music.

“Ornaments next?” His voice rumbles in his chest, against the side of your face. 

“Yeah,” you respond into the sharp angle of his collarbone before reluctantly pulling away from him. You take his hand and tug him after you towards the boxes. 

“Here,” you say, offering him an ornament. “You get the honor of putting the first one on.”

He takes it with careful fingers and secures it onto a branch. The small, piano shaped ornament dangles merrily from its new home. It was what the two of you had settled on. Seb gave you his blessing to decorate the club in preparation for the month of December as long as your choices were appropriately themed. Which was not a problem as you had confirmed that you would be sticking to a theme of instruments and jazz musicians. 

You were rather proud of the ornaments. You had gotten a small stockpile of hanging photo frame ornaments and presented them to Sebastian alongside a stack of photos of jazz musicians. He had excitedly relayed lore about his favorite artists for hours as the two of you slipped the pictures into the frames while seated at the bar. He’s talking about them again now as you both settle into a rhythm, passing each other around the tree as you decorate. 

“-into Five Spot for a while, but people thought he was kind of crazy because of the way he played the piano. He would get up and dance for moments at a time, then sit back down and play a flurry of notes like he was possessed. He really was something.” Seb is gesturing wildly with his hands as he talks. You worry for a moment that he’s going to launch the ornament he’s holding clear across the club.

Catching the way you’re looking at him, he puts the ornament he’s been gesturing with on the tree. “What?”

“Nothing, I just love you.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, crinkling his eyes. “I love you too.”

While Sebastian busies himself with finding a place for the last ornament, a trombone, you pick up a cloth wrapped bundle. You offer it to him when he turns away from the fir. “Here.”

The musician takes it with curious hands and unwraps it. He looks up from the tree topper with a stunned expression. You could almost swear you see tears starting to well up in his blue eyes. 

“This is…” He trails off, you don't often see him speechless. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get this on the tree?” You ask, reaching out and giving his hands a gentle squeeze. 

He shakes his head when you gesture for him to do the honors. Instead he places the topper in your hands. You start to ask him what he’s doing, but then his hands are on your waist and he’s giving you a boost so that you can put it on the top of the tree. A joint effort, unexpected and sweet. You manage to get it on securely and Seb takes care when lowering you back to the floor. As soon as your feet touch the wooden boards, you kneel and plug in the lights, wanting the full effect. Sebastian tugs you in so that your back is against his chest, his arms locked around you. 

“It looks good,” he says.

Your partner is right. It does look good. The cool tinted lights are reflected in the brilliant blue of the tinsel. The effect is almost that of neon signage. The ornaments sit proudly amongst the branches, all indicative of passion for the history of jazz. At the very peak of the tree, welded of brilliant polished steel, is the logo for Seb’s.

[danime25]

Doing a little thing with @drivinmeinsane for the holiday season! Thank you for writing with me during this

Here is the masterlist for my 12 days of Goosemas fics! Fics starring characters played by Ryan Gosling. I hope you'll all enjoy!

My timezone is GMT-9 and I'll be posting starting on December 12th at Midnight, with a fic uploaded every day until the 24th.

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' Last Christmas: Colt Seavers/Reader (SFW)

Wrapped Up In You: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

Nog On The Noggin': Holland March/Reader (SFW)

Silent Night: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Wonderful Christmastime: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Santa Baby: Holland March/Jackson Healy (SFW)

Rockin' Around: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (SFW)

Silver Bells and Silver Screens: Ken/Reader (SFW)

Mistletoe: Holland March/Reader (NSFW)

Winter Wonderland: Driver/Ken (SFW)

Jingle All The Way: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

A Christmas Miracle: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (NSFW)

[ilovebladerunners]

✰; ABOUT ME AND MY ACC + MASTERLIST ⪼

My name is Adrian, I’m a new writer who goes by he/him/she/her. A few things to know about me is that I am a major Ryan Gosling fan and will mainly write about him. I’m heavily fixated on Bladerunner 2049 and Officer K, and he is currently my favorite Ryan Gosling character!

✧ ━━━━━━ ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.･ ━━━━━━ ✧

➤; WHAT DO I MAINLY WRITE ABOUT?

— I write the usual fluff, angst, and smut topics, but not that great in smut.

— I can write all types of readers, fem/afab, male/amab, trans or non-binary, gender neutral, etc!

— I take all types of requests and will usually say when or when they are not open! You can always talk to me there and share ideas!

➤; WHAT DO I NOT WRITE ABOUT?

— I don’t not write most fetishes or kinks that include nasty things. I will occasionally write about blood or piss kinks though.

— R@pe and non-con is something I steer away from, I only write about dubcon sometimes.

— I don’t not write about actors and their lives with the reader!

— Dead dove do not eat works are a maybe.

— The stuff I don’t write about usually varies and depends on what the requests are!

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★; MY MASTERLIST || ꨄ FLUFF | ★ SMUT | ✘ ANGST |

OFFICER K —

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KEN —

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DRIVER —

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HOLLAND MARCH —

* Holland March Body Worshipping (gn reader) ★

SIERRA SIX —

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LARS LINDSTROM —

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SEBASTIAN WILDER —

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COLT SEAVERS —

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HENRY LETHAM —

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NOAH CALHOUN —

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RICHARD HAYWOOD —

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JULIAN THOMPSON —

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DEAN PEREIRA —

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JACOB PALMER —

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DAN DUNNE —

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LUKE GLANTON —

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AND MORE TO COME SOON !

✧ ━━━━━━ ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.･ ━━━━━━ ✧

[ynscrazylife]

now if i started writing for Sebastian from la la land would people read it

[stupidfuckingwindow]

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.

[ken-dom]

31 with Sebastian (you have no idea how hard it was for me to pick, but I'm on a Seb kick atm)

Kisses 31. Neck kisses

∘₊✧ Sebastian Wilder x gn!reader

∘₊✧ Making out, nudity, fluff with implied sex

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Sebastian smirked down at you when you tugged at his cuff, covered in just a sheet on his bed, the golden sunlight casting a perfect glow over your skin.

‘Good morning,’ he smiled, memories of the night before fresh enough to have him in high spirits.

‘Where are you going?’ you whined, trying your best not to sound needy. But it did, and Sebastian picked up on it immediately, prolonging the life of his smug grin.

Your fingers wrapped around his forearm as he attempted to give you a proper answer, but he couldn’t deny you’d distracted him.

‘Well, I’ve got to- agh!’

You didn’t entirely intend to pull Sebastian on top of you, you’d just wanted to encourage him to move closer, maybe share a kiss before he left, but you were glad it had turned out this way all the same.

Your lips quickly found his neck, right at the spot that made him whimper every time, and that sweet sound filled your ears like warm honey once again.

‘No,’ you muttered between sloppy kisses, hot against his throat. ‘Stay here.’

‘I can’t,’ he insisted, the shakiness in his breath betraying him. ‘I’m- mmh-’

‘Please, Seb,’ you begged, your lips stopping just long enough for your eyes to meet his. Teasing, you whipped the loose tie from around his collar and dropped it to the floor, biting your lip.

Sebastian’s resolve weakened immediately as he gazed down at you, his pupils blown and his chest heaving. How could he resist you? So needy, naked in his bed, begging for him…

His eyes slid shut as he made peace with pushing back his plans. Or cancelling them. He wasn’t sure he cared anymore. He just wanted you.

‘Fuck it.’

And with that, his lips were on your neck.

[lifeiskentastic]

pls pls pls i need more sebastian fics hes my babygirl

as you wish ;)

Sebastian visits the bartender gn!Reader

Gif by @cinematicsource

A/N: I'm only happy to write more about this man (he's just everyone's bbygrl);

Summary: Every evening, Seb visits a bar where the Reader works as a bartender. The real reasons for his constant visits have never been known to the Reader, but it looks like they will finally be revealed today;

Song I recommend: Stray Heart by Green Day;

Words count: 640 word's;

Thanks for the request!

Sebastian sank heavily into a stool at the bar. You could see drops of sweat slowly trickling down his temples. Well, sometimes he looked even worse after a whole day of job with piano, so you wouldn't be surprised (especially after the time he came in with a vinyl player and scared the hell out of the customers with his jazz. I mean, who comes to a bar when they're already drunk?!)

You smiled kindly, wiping down the glass for your regular. You did this every night, something as routine and ordinary as brushing your teeth or turn off the light before going to bed.

"As usual?"

Seb's head hit the table with a thud, and he mumbled something unintelligible right into the table surface. You innocently laughed at your unfortunate friend, ready to listen to another story about the injustice of this world, music, obnoxious bosses, movies, music in movies and movies in music... The topics of your conversations were limited only by your linguistic abilities.

"You drank already, aren't you?"

Sebastian looked up at you sluggishly, putting his hand under his chin as if he were going to fall asleep right there in the bar (which, to be honest, had happened several times before).

"No, no... I'm just really, really… Really tired. I'll have the usual, if you please."

You quickly took out the golden whiskey you had prepared especially for Seb's visit and filled a clean glass with it.

When the drink appeared in front of Sebastian's face, he must have used all his last remaining energy to push the alcohol down his throat.

At such moments, you didn't understand him. He doesn't need to come here every night, especially when he's in such a bad state. And you're not going to hold a grudge against him for one missed visit!

"Why do you come to me every night? I mean, literally every single night."

Seb thought for a moment, but he was obviously overacting.

"It's just that this place inspires me."

You looked at the client in front of you in disbelief. And from your expressive gaze, it was easy to tell that you would never believe that someone could be inspired by old, shabby walls, one customer in a few hours (and it was usually Seb), a constant draft, and ancient, flooded furniture. There wasn't even a stage for musicians in this feeble bar!

However, Sebastian seemed to realize that he didn't sound convincing at all, so he continued:

"Just looking at this bar, I know for sure that my future club will be better in any way."

You both laughed. Now that was more like the truth.

Seb's eyes, exhausted but still somehow full of enthusiasm, were fixed on you. Which made perfect sense, because looking at anything else in this awful place was unbearable, and it was the only explanation for Sebastian almost falling over the bar trying to get as close to you as possible. At least that's what you thought.

"And as well... I come here to imagine a skilled bartender like you working behind the bar in my establishment."

You were a little confused by this sudden statement and decided to make sure you understood it correctly. It couldn't mean what you thought because it would be…

"Well, then I hope you find someone as good as me."

Seb smiled playfully.

"I don't think I need to look."

... Too good.

You were puzzled, surprised, and excited all at once, and you just couldn't decide which one was more important. However, you knew for sure that your guest's words had made your cheeks involuntarily flush.

"Well, you open it first... But, uh, I have to admit, I wouldn't mind if you invited me to work there."

"You bet I will."

You smiled at each other, believing with all your heart that you two would succeed.

[glitterpeachtree]

I love The Notebook so much but it makes me depressed because I feel like I'm never going to meet a man like Noah ever in my life. I can't even find a man who will build me a sandwich, let alone a house.