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If they are fine without you then be fine without them too
candy discourse, reblog w/ your opinions on
• candy corn • licorice • peanut butter + chocolate • mint + chocolate • sour candies
CUNK ON ARCHIVES!!!
[credit for the text in the last one goes to @polygones]
"First Outing" - Part 1
I've been working off and on on this comic for like 6 months and I finally buckled down and decided to finish it :/ I didn't do my usual coloring process cause that's part of the reason I had trouble finishing it, so here's something different :)
Normally I wouldn't post a oneshot in parts like this, but it's 4 pages ( about 75ish panels ) so I will be posting it every other day or so until it's finished :)
Turtle Tots Comic Masterpost | Next
In the spirit of my previous post dysgraphic davey! Davey who is incredibly book smart but gets in trouble at school because he can’t handwrite! Davey who cries daily because he just CANT get what’s in his head on paper! Davey who’s so exhausted from writing all the time that he’s prone to breaking down! Davey who wants to SCREAM because nobody will believe him that he *knows* this stuff, he’s capable he’s smart, he has so much he wants to share but nobody believes him. Also Davey who tries a typewriter for the first time and breaks down because he can finally express himself, who finally has proof that he’s not dumb or wrong or broken and that he can share what he’s thinking
If you are neurodivergent (including all psychological conditions, neurological conditions, and developmental conditions) I have a question for you and pls elaborate in the tags if you feel comfortable
whipped for this man ! 🥺 he’s so gorgeous, he’s acting’s fine, his chemistry with Mark is fire 🔥 & overall he’s character is so pretty inside & out 💗
✨the whole set✨
i’m sorry but- THAT gif of seonghwa is making my heart explode from hotness 🥵💓
Unexpected Company
⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader
⇒ smut, dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering
⇒ word count: 3.3k
⇒ summary: When dropping off a gift at your friend Wooyoung’s apartment, you end up having to wait out a storm with his far too attractive roommate.
⇒ author’s note: my first post, but I hope to continue this story~
“Wooyoung! Can you hear me?” You shout through the phone while hearing music and cheering blare through his end.
“Kind of! I’m watching a concert right now, what is it, Y/N?” Your best friend replies in just as loud of a voice so as to be heard over the deafening bass.
“It’s nothing. I was going to ask if you wanted me to bring over some of the cupcakes I made, but never mind if you’re gone,” you shout as you stare down proudly at the perfectly decorated sweets with pink frosting and sprinkles.
“Wait, I want some! Just drop them off at my apartment! You know the code!” he replies quickly, not wanting to miss out on your baking. Wooyoung is always the primary person to benefit from your hobby and never says no to your offerings. He is even lucky enough to live a ten minute walk from your apartment so he always gets your goodies fresh out of the oven.
“Alright, have fun!” You shout again as the music gets even louder on his end.
“Thank you, Y/N!” He coos before you hear the beep signalling the end of the call.
You sigh to yourself as you begin packing up a few of the cupcakes in some tupperware, mumbling quietly about how he’d better appreciate how good of a friend you are to deliver these to his empty apartment. Still dressed in your flour-dusted grey tank top and cozy lavender fleece shorts, you slip on your sneakers and begin your journey with the plastic container in hand.
Immediately after stepping outside, you hear a low rumbling from the skies and wonder if you should’ve brought an umbrella, but you are too lazy to head all the way back upstairs and simply hope that you can make it the next ten minutes without getting drenched. Of course, as soon as you are two minutes down the street, the sky begins pouring down rain so heavy that you can barely see as you curse yourself for being lazy and now having to pay the price. Thunder startles you by cracking loudly as you continue to get soaked to your bones. By the time you arrive at Wooyoung’s apartment door, you look like you have jumped into a pool fully clothed and you are leaving a puddle at his doorstep, but at least the cupcakes have made it through the ordeal safely.
You punch in the familiar code to unlock his door and your shoes squeak as you step inside, your body beginning to shiver slightly. Surprisingly, the lights are left on and you move to head towards the kitchen. As you enter the hallway, however, a formidable silhouette startles you enough to make you scream and slip in your wet socks, falling straight on your ass and dropping the cupcakes upside down in their container.
“Fuck!” You exclaim from both the pain in your rear and the ruined dessert you had put so much effort into preserving.
You look up at the man who startled you and curse once again in your head. It shouldn’t be a surprise to find Seonghwa, Wooyoung’s roommate, in his own apartment, but you have so rarely seen him actually spending time at home that you always assume he is elsewhere when coming over. In fact, you have only ever met him a handful of times and each interaction was as brief as it was awkward. He usually seemed uninterested in your presence when he encountered you with Wooyoung, having only exchanged a few words here and there.
The biggest problem is simply that you become far too shy in his presence and can barely look at him, almost always blushing when he addresses you or your eyes lock. Beyond that, he is a mystery to you because of his icy exterior and intense gaze that always makes your heart beat three times faster. All you really know is that he is beyond good-looking and each time you see him you are amazed by his visuals.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” he purrs as he smirks at your drenched figure sitting on the floor of the hallway.
You suddenly feel very conscious about the fact that you are dressed only in a soaked tank top and shorts. Scrambling to your feet, you grab the plastic container and frown at it.
“Neither was I,” you quip, slightly salty about how squished the cupcakes now are.
“In my own apartment?” He questions, not changing his leisurely position as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed and inspects you challengingly.
Unlike the last time you saw him, his hair is dyed an ethereal silver color that makes him look even more striking. He looks like a model even with just the simple black t-shirt and ripped jeans he is wearing, silver earrings and multiple rings also adding to the look. You notice his piercing gaze once again and look down at your feet, cheeks turning red from the intensity of his stare.
“I just came to drop off some cupcakes for Wooyoung, but they’re kind of ruined now. I’ll just take them back with me,” you mutter in an attempt to escape the situation as you hurriedly turn back towards the door.
“Y/N,” he calls curiously, stopping you in your tracks as you turn back and dare to meet his eyes. “You’re drenched and shivering. You’re going to go back into that storm?”
His question sounds more like a challenge as you feel yourself shaking slightly from the cold.
“Um, no. I- I guess not,” you acquiesce since you can’t come up with a logical argument as to why you should leave again, especially when he is looking at you in that manner. He smirks once again to himself and his eyes trail up and down your body slowly.
“I’ll get you some clothes,” he states amusedly as he finally stands straight and retreats further into the apartment.
Finally being able to breathe, you fully enter the home and place the tupperware on the nearby counter. A space that is usually so comfortable to you suddenly seems foreign as you are left alone with Seonghwa and thunder continues to rumble outdoors. Within moments, he has returned with a black sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that look far too large for your frame.
“Put these on,” he commands simply before handing them to you and moving to sit patiently on the couch.
You head to the bathroom and remove your cold, wet clothing from your body, leaving only your underwear on because it feels too strange to go commando in his presence. You slip on the hoodie that is far too oversized for you and inhale the unfamiliar scent. You freeze for a moment, realizing that Seonghwa has given you his own clothes instead of Wooyoung’s. You don’t know why you expected him to hand Wooyoung’s items to you, but the fact that you are now in his hoodie, which smells exactly like his cologne, makes your cheeks burn.
Bringing yourself back to reality, you attempt to wear the sweatpants he gave you, but they continuously fall down due to their size. Thankfully, the hoodie is large enough that it may as well be a dress on you, so you opt to just return the sweatpants.
As soon as you finish hanging up your wet items in the shower to dry, the lights begin to flicker teasingly before you are plunged into darkness. Well, shit. You really aren’t going home anytime soon, are you?
You cautiously step out of the bathroom to find Seonghwa lighting candles around the living room so you two don't have to sit in a pitch black apartment.
“Power’s out,” he states simply as he hears the door creak behind you. He looks over to find you standing there in only his black sweatshirt with his grey sweatpants in your hands. As he stares directly at your legs, you shift awkwardly.
“They were too big,” you mumble shyly as you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze.
Without even replying, he walks over leisurely and lets you hand him the pants before going to place them back in his room quietly. As he does so, you take a place towards the far end of the couch and sit with your legs crossed underneath you, careful enough to cover your lap with the bottom of the hoodie. Seonghwa returns and spends a moment in the kitchen before setting himself a few feet from you, two drinks in his hands.
“Whiskey?” He hums in question, offering you one of the glasses.
You nod politely and cautiously take the drink from him, being extra careful not to brush against his fingers in the process. He seems to notice this as he chuckles lightly at your behavior. After taking a sip of his own, he leans back and stretches his arm over the back of the couch, staring directly at you as you pretend not to notice.
Even though you are not normally a big fan of whiskey, you hope it will both warm you up and help calm your nerves. With no other company and no power, you anxiously wonder how you are going to wait this storm out when just sitting here with Seonghwa is making you sweat.
After a few moments of silence where you both continue sipping your drinks, you feel the warmth flood your body and you muster enough courage to look over at him as he peers at you like a lion eyes up its prey.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You meekly let out while admiring his striking facial features in the dim light of the nearby candles. He instantly smiles smugly.
“Like what?” He purrs as if he knows you are underneath his spell.
“I don’t know…” you trail off shyly. “Just… like that.”
“Hmm,” he hums with satisfaction. “Maybe it is because you look so delectable in my clothing.”
He doesn’t even show a slight hint of caution as he stares you down fiercely, unafraid to challenge you as your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes rapidly look around for something else to find interest in as you hope he doesn’t notice the intense red springing up in your face. You chuckle awkwardly and finish your drink before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. Seonghwa simply watches you with a haughty expression before scooting closer so that you are only a few inches away from his body.
“What? Do you not like that I find you sexy right now?” He coos seductively as his fingertips begin to brush against your thigh lightly. “That I like how you showed up at my front door all soaked from the rain?”
“I- no- I mean, I don’t know.” Your brain stops functioning as his hand comes up to gently tilt your chin upwards so that your eyes meet his. The look on his face screams pure lust and you feel yourself becoming aroused as you glance at his beautiful plump lips.
“Do you think I don’t notice how you react to me, hm?” You can’t help but feel your heart rate skyrocket as his thumb runs across your lower lip slowly. “How you always avoid my eyes? How you turn red when I look at you? How your heart must be beating like crazy right now?”
You look like a deer in headlights as he grins down at you, knowing exactly the effect he has on you as you slightly shift your hips due to the heat permeating your core. He gently releases your chin and reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off in a slow, seductive motion. Tossing it aside, you can’t help but look down and admire his toned chest and stomach. You gulp heavily as you once again shift in your seat. He notices this movement and smirks contentedly.
“Like what you see?” He asks even though he definitely already knows the answer. You simply nod shyly, your brain too overloaded to even think of words. “Do you want to touch me, Y/N?”
Without even replying, your hand hesitantly reaches up and rests right above his heart. He takes hold of your wrist and guides your fingertips down his pecs and abs so that you feel every deep ridge along the way. When he gets low enough that your fingers rest on the button of his pants, you look back up at him curiously.
“Should I take these off, too?” He offers as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” you whisper so that it is barely audible. When you bring your other hand over to begin undoing his pants, however, he grabs your fingers to stop you.
“I don’t know if this is quite fair, though,” he coos with a tsk tsk. “Isn’t it your turn to take something off?”
His suggestive tone once again goes straight to your groin as his hands move to the hem of the black hoodie that you are wearing. He slowly pulls it upwards and you obediently lift your arms above your head so that he can remove the fabric entirely, leaving you only in your panties. He sets it on the floor and looks down to admire your bare chest. You subconsciously begin moving to cover yourself up. Without a word, he gently moves your arms back down to your sides. Once you leave them there, he slowly takes his right hand and traces his fingertips lightly along your jawline, moving it teasingly down your neck, across your collarbone, and finally towards your nipple. He tauntingly moves his finger in circles, causing you to sigh in pleasure, and looks back at your blushed expression.
Without having to say anything, he leans in and finally envelops you in a deep kiss that has you reeling. His left hand comes to grip at your other breast and the movements he traces across your nipples has your core aching for stimulation. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck as you pull him closer to you, desperate for him to go further.
His lips sloppily make their way across your jaw and onto your neck where he makes you moan loudly by sucking and biting in all the right places. In the meantime, one of his hands trails down your stomach and slips lightly into the hem of your panties. At the feeling of his fingertips on your needy clit, you can’t help but gasp out at how good it feels.
“Is this what you wanted?” He chuckles as you begin to slightly grind your hips towards his hand.
Needing no answer, his mouth then begins to work wonders on your nipples as his fingers stimulate your clit. All you can do is fist his hair in your hands as you bask in the pleasure of it all.
“Lean back,” he commands and you lay with your head on the arm of the couch so that he is on top of you.
He quickly reaches for the hem of your panties and pulls them off of you, leaving you fully exposed to him. Once again, you automatically blush and start to close your legs, but he pulls your knees apart and begins feeling up your thighs with his strong, ring-adorned hands.
“Don’t hide, baby. You have such a pretty little pussy,” he hums in satisfaction and you didn’t even know such dirty words could fall from his mouth, but it makes you want him even more.
“Please touch me,” you plead as you finally get lost in the moment and your shyness starts to fade. He smirks at your neediness and begins placing gentle kisses down your thigh and towards the area you need him most. He then licks a long stripe along your slit, causing you to moan in relief.
“Mm, fuck, you taste so sweet, baby girl,” he purrs before beginning to lap at your clit.
Your hands instinctively grab onto his silver locks as you wonder how he can be so skilled at this. Most of the guys you have been with before either have avoided going down on you or were so terrible at it that you dreaded it, but not Seonghwa. He is like a master at his craft as he sucks and licks your bud at just the right speed and intensity to have you coming apart underneath him.
Just as you think it can’t get better, his hand comes up and he uses his ring finger to collect some of the wetness on your clit before slowly sliding it into your pussy. He expertly curls it to hit your g-spot at the perfect angle and you curse breathily from the combined pleasure. He easily slips in a second finger and keeps hitting the right spot inside you at a steady rhythm while sucking lewdly at your clit. With his other hand, he reaches up and begins playing with one of your nipples, squeezing and tormenting it enough to have you curling your toes and arching your back.
“Fuck, Seonghwa, don’t stop,” you beg as he continues, mercilessly beginning to pick up the pace. He eats you out like a man starved and your moans are unstoppable as you feel your release getting closer and closer from the combination of his skilled hands and tongue.
“Are you gonna cum just for me, hm?” He hums briefly and his filthy mouth turns you on even more. “Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, baby girl?”
“Agh, yes! Please, Seonghwa!” You cry out as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.
Your hips grind against his tongue and as soon as he sucks on your clit once again you are pushed over the edge into ecstasy. You cum harder than you ever have with a partner before and moan out curse words uncontrollably as he continues until you are squirming from overstimulation.
Feeling your release, he pulls away with one last kiss on your clit and pulls his fingers from your pussy. Without any hesitation, he takes them into his mouth and licks off your juices. You watch him, biting your lip to keep from immediately jumping his bones.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” he praises as he looks down at you with hunger. Noticing the visible tent in his pants, your hands immediately move to unbutton his jeans, which he does not protest to anymore. Just as you begin to undo his zipper, a familiar beeping at the door catches both of your attention. After exchanging a single panicked glance, the two of you frantically throw your clothes back on just barely by the time Wooyoung has rounded the corner.
“Hey, Y/N, you’re still here?” He questions with curiosity.
“Oh, yeah, I just got caught in the storm so I was waiting it out a bit,” you explain as you try not to sound suspicious, definitely not wanting to explain the events that just unfolded to Wooyoung.
“Oh, okay,” he replies obliviously. “I can drive you home if you want.”
“Yes, please!” You quickly accept so as to escape the awkward atmosphere. “I’ll just grab my clothes.”
“Well I’m going to bed,” Seonghwa declares without looking at either of you, carefully moving to his room in a manner that hides his large boner from his roommate. Without any further conversation or explanation, Seonghwa closes his bedroom door and you go to collect your still damp clothing. You guess you will just return his sweatshirt next time you come over.
“Aw man!” You hear Wooyoung whine from the common area. Worried he might have found something suspicious, you scurry to where he is only to find him pouting over the ruined cupcakes. “What happened?”
Breathing a sigh of relief, you grab the plastic container and head towards the door with Wooyoung following behind. “Don’t worry, I will give you some other ones when we get there.”
That night you can’t stop thinking about every second of your interaction with Seonghwa and overanalyzing all of it. You have a feeling this is about to get complicated.
and baby, i would fall from grace just to touch your face
don’t blame me - taylor swift // cas (& dean)
I had one of those days where you feel very made up because I just was in my tracksuit speaking to Olivia Cooke and Paddy Considine and it was really wicked.