#dash: sebastian

[samevans-wmu]

PM: By the way, congrats on you and Frannie. I'll stop the dirty comments about you now.

PM: Thanks! And it's cool to make 'em and all every once in awhile. It's not like I'll combust or something if it slips out!

Just so you know, I actually do like whenever we walk about things outside of sex. You're a pretty awesome guy and everything. Sure, I noticed you because how good you looked on the dance floor and all but getting to know you since then been one of the highlights from this semester.

[asksugxrmotta]

@asksmythe replied to your post

Aww, really? We could've made out in real life if you would've asked 🥺

Yes really. Well younger Sugar didn't know that. Plus there always seemed to be a queue, still is now.

[talkwith-samevans]

@talkwithsebastian replied to your post “”:

DM: You really are a model, aren't you. And you chose to move back to Ohio after doing photoshoots like this? Calvin Klein should be begging to hire you.

​DM: I almost missed your message! Got a swarm of bots in my inbox after I posted those snaps! You really think I have a shot with THE Calvin Klein?! I've worn his underwear for years and years! Not HIS underwear, that would be weird, but his brand!

[asksugxrmotta]

What have you got against Fred? Fine, I totes owe you. What do you want?

If it were for any other costume, I wouldn't be against committing, but for Fred? It's not worth it. Did I mention that you owe me?

[samevans-wmu]

I owe you a birthday gift of your choosing, dirty or otherwise Sammy. <3 Happy birthday.

The same for you! Was gonna offer giving you that private show you mentioned. I think seeing your reaction to it can be your gift to me.

[wafflesrisa]

[samevans-wmu]

PM: You could have told me that you told Frannie we fucked.

PM: Was I not supposed to?

[blaineshq]

I know McKinley is not exactly the fanciest place on earth, but it could be way worse, trust me. That being said, having you grace us with your presence for another year wouldn't be so bad either, you know. I might need a little more convincing, though. How about you take me out to a fancy prison lunch first? You know I can't resist an offer like that.

Touché. Who knows, maybe he'll surprise us. Although I wouldn't put it past him and/or Coach Sylvester to find a way to have said money go towards the Cheerios budget instead. I think I've learned enough about how this school works last year.

i was not in fact, thinking about dropping out, i was just hoping to transfer. nevertheless, i suppose another year watching you do your thing wouldn't be the worst in the world. makes it feel a little less like a prison sentence - though i suppose even in prison they have conjugal visits...want to be mine?

figgins speaks the universal language of money, doesn't he? everyone does.

[sailorplutoirl]

It's Valentine's Day and Amani needs your help!

Amani's house is now rubble. She and her kids need to find somewhere else to go for a better life. Another country even! Spread love this Valentine's Day by giving her family a donation of at least $5!

[girl-named-matty]

I honestly just wanted to do something with the background so uh here's them kissing.

[aliendragondreaming]

motivational poster

[wmucody]

I'm waiting for the 100% off sale coming around for that. Waiting ever so patiently.

That's a bit rude when I'm right here. Plucky? Sure. Hot? Yes. Supersmart? I'll work on it. Snarky? HELLO. You're all the same. Don't know a good thang in front of you.

Is that really how you want to remember? 50 percent off and on sale? God. Wouldn't that be a tragic last note to remember by forever. Can't you just want 50 percent of my clothes off or something?

The compliments keep coming. More or less. Though I don't have a plucky, hot, supersmart assistant to make snarky comments and also save my ass sometimes. Oh? You'll be my first port of call then. I will happily take you for a very expensive bottle of wine whenever you desire, handsome.

[samevans-wmu]

Don't mind me, just looking respectfullly at those abs.

I feel like the longer I stay here the more I wanna do away with my shirts. Guess I need at least one. Like a button down shirt in case I hit up one of those spots that requires some kind of covering.

How are things on your end? I saw you were laid out and enjoying one of those cocktails when we got here. I still need to get me one of those!

[cadillacjohnf1]

the hands on hips... cunty...

[lynnryder]

Chicken fries.... they're fries made with chicken. Dude you're missing out but it's fine, I'll get you on the chicken fries hype sooner or later. Damn, well how about changing my life tomorrow night?

You say that, but I still have no idea what that means. I'll pass on you returning the favor. Let me know when you want to go though, it'll be a life changing experience.

[honeytama]

Jealous!Noah Headcanons

Noah Sebastian X Fem!Reader

Content and Warnings: Plot/background, alcohol, smut/nsfw 18+ only Word Count: 760

You told him about two weeks ago you liked him.

He replied to you, saying he “wasn’t ready for anything serious”.

You cried that night believing he rejected you.

Cut to tonight, his band, his friends, and your friends gather for a party at Noah’s house. The lights are low and the music is loud. Everyone that wanted to was drinking, including you.

You had pretty much gotten over Noah. It was best not to dwell on someone you couldn’t have. So, you had a couple of drinks and had fun dancing with some girls in the living room.

Historically, alcohol did exacerbate how horny you were and tonight was no different.

Noah sat alone at the kitchen bar counter scrolling on his phone.

A frontman from another band (your choice, wink) sat on the couch in front of you. You’d noticed his eyes attached to your hips as you danced. So, you take his hand and pull him up to join you.

He was kind, and you felt comfortable grinding on him even though he was a stranger. You thought nothing more of him than a dance partner until his lips grazed your neck. Fuck, he felt good.

His broad hands stuck to your waist like glue and guided your ass over the hard bulge in his pants repeatedly.

Noah watched from the side the entire time. He took mental note of how many centimeters your mini skirt hiked up and how many times the guy would whisper in your ear.

He started to anxiously bite his bottom lip. You're his. You’re his number one fan, not that guy’s.

You told Noah you liked him, and then you were just going to fuck this guy right in front of him?

Every laugh, every smile you gave that other man felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Seeing someone else enjoy what he yearned for was unbearable.

He tried to look away, but his eyes refused to obey.

You looked so happy, so free, in a way he wished you could be with him.

Fuck this. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Noah stood abruptly and walked right up to you to take your wrist and pull you away. You both ignored the curious looks from his bandmates and friends as you followed him up the stairs to his bedroom.

What are you doing?

You tell him you just wanted to dance and he has no control over who you did it with.

Were you going to kiss him—fuck him, even?

You tell him that it didn’t matter that you liked him, if you wanted to fuck anyone, even his friends, you could. You wanted to make him angry.

His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes turned dark. He pressed his hands against your hips and stalked forward until your back was against his wall.

You reminded him he didn't like you.

I said I wasn't ready for anything serious, hon. Not that I didn't like you. Do I need to remind you that you're mine?

You bit your lip at him as he spun your hips to face the wall.

Your mini skirt gets pulled up over your ass to expose the small pair of underwear you chose for the night.

He sighs heavily before tugging your panties to the side and spitting on his fingers. You feel his slick hand massage your pussy.

Talking to so many guys tonight… you like to be used like a toy, huh? he boasts as his thumb prods the entrance of your asshole.

You plead that you only like him. You wanted to be with him.

Show me, then, he commands as he pulls your body away from the wall to fold you over the side of his bed. He positions you just right so that your cheek is buried in the mattress and your ass is up to the perfect height of his dick.

You spread your legs and arch your back ready for him. You hear his pants come down his thighs just enough to unleash he cock from his underwear.

He pumps himself with your slick on his hand a couple times before pressing himself into you.

Still fully clothed with just your underwear pulled to the side, he grunts through his first few pumps into you until you’re bouncing on his cock effortlessly.

I want your panties to be soaked by the time we’re done. I’ll let you dance with [insert your second favorite frontman here] again, and if he puts his hands under this pretty little skirt…

He’ll know you're unavailable.