OMG I FEEL UUUU

OMG I FEEL UUUU

cause tell me the fuck why the best mascara I tried [ Sephora's size up ] TURNED OUT TO FUCKIN HAVE THIMEROSAL

like its so fucking funny cause at that time winter 2022 I didnt know what I was allergic to yet somehow?? and I would wear the mascara get hives go spend 5 hours in er and this fuckin repeated for 5 days 🤡as u can tell im very bright

okay a little fun fact about me is that i love perfume. like trying different perfumes, like i spend way too long on the perfume sections of stores. SO when i found out Bella Hadids perfume released i immediately went and got 2 of the 3 scents…

Salted Muse and Window2Soul are sooooooo good and the formula is so nice. usually perfumes feel heavy on my skin for some reason but these really feel so good cause of the oil base. it definitely helps that they’re so beautiful and the packaging is very detailed.

i think salted muse smells the best on me, even tho Window2soul is my fav.

haha nice fic okay- NOW WHERES MY OWN FUUKIN KWANNIE TO CARRY ME AROUND T-T

pairing: seungkwan x reader

content: dramatic but softie bf!kwan🥹

a/n: he kept appearing on my tl so i took it as a sign and wrote this lmao. love you, my tangerine!

you were already half-awake when you heard someone knocking on your bedroom door.

"yn?" you immediately recognized your boyfriend's voice. "it's me, seungkwan."

but instead of getting up, you stayed buried in your sheets and even covered your face with a pillow to block the sunlight that's seeping through your window sill.

"are you there?"

you still didn't respond. this obviously bothered him so he opened the door very slowly. he peeked inside only to find you still halfway in dreamland.

"i can't believe you!" he dramatically gasped and marched towards your bed. "why are you still not ready?"

"why are you here?" you asked groggily. you actually know the reason why he came but you always found it cute when he's annoyed so you acted like you totally forgot.

of course, you succeeded because his mouth went wide open and he was shaking his head in disbelief.

"why am I here?" he repeated your question and pettily grabbed the pillow away from your face. "are you seriously asking me that? we agreed to go out today yn! i can't believe you forgot!"

"i thought we were going out on the weekends."

"it's already saturday yn!" he replied while pouting and giving you that particular stare which screams, 'i am so done with you!'

"i'm sorry babe," you finally apologized because it was really your fault for not waking up early. "i didn't forgot. i am just too sleepy since I slept late last night."

his mood instantly shifted from being annoyed to worried. he carefully settled himself on the side of your bed and extended his hand to caress your face lightly.

"then do you want us to just stay here? I can let you rest the whole day. we can have our date on another day." he said it so sweetly it almost melted your heart. it might seem like he's the dramatic one most of the time but he's actually very considerate to you and your needs.

"of course not. we should go," you said indignantly. you were looking forward to this day since you haven't had a real date for a while because you have been both busy with work for the past weeks, especially seungkwan. with their group having a comeback, his schedule was really tight.

"are you sure?"

when you nodded in confirmation, he instantly flashed that cute smile of his. seriously, why is everything about him so adorable?

"okay then. you better get ready now!" he pulled both of your arms and eventually succeeded on making you get up. when you tugged his arm back, he stared at you with a confused expression. "what now?"

"can you turn around please?"

"what are you planning to do?" he asked you suspiciously and you can't help but let out a laugh.

"just do it please," it was obvious that he was still baffled but he exactly did what you asked.

"gosh yn! what are you--" he immediately complained when you suddenly rode his back.

"to the bathroom, please!" you squealed.

"you have your own feet, you know."

"i know. but I'm still so sleepy," you rested your head on his shoulders and pretended to close your eyes. he scoffed.

"you're such a baby," he grumbled but he still linked both of his arms to your legs so you won't fall.

"you still love me though."

—♡—

YESSSSSSSSSS SERVE QUEEN SERVE-

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

AAAAAAAA MAFIA WONUUUUU

I WANNNAA BE SAVVVVEDDD-😖

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢᴜɴꜱ, ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ (ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʀᴛꜱ), ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, DEATH, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴏʀᴅᴇᴀʟ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: 1572

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴡᴇʟʟ- ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜꜱ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪꜱ @ᴛᴀᴛᴛʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ 'ꜱ ʙᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ɢɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ… ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ!

Seventeen masterlist

Loving Wonwoo proved to be a difficult task, but you were stubborn. 

Finding out about what he did, about the illegal business, and about the dangerous world he lived in shook you to the core in more ways than you wanted to admit. He was ready to walk away from your life, not wanting to put you in any danger, but after many tears, arguments, some yelling, and whispered promises that you both knew were impossible to keep, he decided to stay. 

There were rules, though. He claimed that questions regarding his lifestyle were off limits. The less you knew, the better. 

You begged him to never kill anyone. Unless it was to save someone. 

“I don’t want you to be a monster, Wonwoo,” you whispered under your breath, feeling his hard embrace surrounding your body. 

“I’m a monster, love. You would never forgive me if you knew the things I’ve done.” 

“Have you ever hurt a child?” 

“No. I’ve never harmed a kid.” 

“An innocent woman?” 

“No. I know my limits.” 

“Are you in the drug business?” You kept asking, wanting to rule out all the possible worst scenarios that kept running through your head. 

“I don’t want to feed people’s addictions,” he said quickly, as if he had someone in his life who had suffered from such a nightmare. 

“So you don’t hurt kids, women, or do drugs. Unless you are a serial killer or something, I do not understand how you are so bad."

“I won’t tell you what I do. But I promise you, I won’t hurt anyone unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead with his eyes closed, ready to slip into sleepland.

That was months ago, and while his world was still the same, your relationship grew stronger. 

After a long afternoon of meetings, Wonwoo waited for you outside your building office, checking on his phone while sitting on the hood of his car. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his white silk shirt and observed your fellow workmates leaving the building, some of them saluting him on their way out. He tried to be subtle about his love life, but he soon understood that he had to be involved in your world, meet your colleagues, your friends, your family, and even your neighbors. 

Lucky for him, his illegal businesses were so well hidden that no one would ever link him to them. So he was safe to run around the city with his hand around yours. 

For now, at least. 

Half an hour passed, and there was no sign of you. He became anxious. So, before going inside the building, guns ablaze (quite literally), he texted you. 

Among all the rules that were established that day when everything was about to end, there was a very important one. One word. A safe word that you would use in case you were compromised or held against your will. Something that wouldn’t raise alarms for whoever was putting you in danger. 

Your safe word was “baby boy”. He hated to be called that. It was the perfect safe word. 

He turned around, looking for the black car that always drove closeby, and made eye contact with Mingyu, his best friend and underboss of his organization. He was always ready to jump to protect Wonwoo or his friend’s girl. 

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked while getting off the car, grabbing his gun from underneath his leather jacket. Wonwoo didn’t like to use guns, which was a bit ironic because he sold them around the world. That was his business.

“She used her safe word.” 

Mingyu didn’t need another word. You were in danger, and that was all that mattered. 

“If anything happens to her...” 

“Wonwoo, don’t. We’ll get to her.” 

And Wonwoo knew that was true. Even if that was the last thing he did. 

Another slap. You had lost count of how many times his hand had hit your face. There was a red mark with the shape of his hand on your cheek at that point. He just kept hitting you. 

“Turn it on!” 

The guy, whose name you didn’t manage to remember, was forcing you to turn on your phone. After you heard some people screaming and running down the halls, you hid under the table, sent a message to Wonwoo with your safe word, and hoped that he remembered. 

You didn’t know if the people terrorizing your mates were coming for you, but something inside told you it was the moment you and your partner had feared so much: they had found who you were. 

They found Wonwoo’s weakness. 

“Turn this fucking thing on so I can call your stupid boyfriend,” he spat, throwing the phone in your lap. 

He wanted the phone to either call Wonwoo and threaten him to kill his partner or to get his phone number and track his location. One way or another, you were not going to give it to him. 

In a brave, or rather reckless, move, you got up from where you had been sitting, on a corner against the wall, and ran to the nearest window, opened it, and threw the phone all the way to the floor. 

The next thing you knew, your face collided with the cold glass of the window, breaking it. A few drops of blood splashed on the smashed surface, leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Wrong move, bitch. Now you’ll have to come with me,” the criminal said, grabbing your neck with a strong grip and whispering in your ear. “And I bet we can have a sweet time together before that stupid boyfriend of yours shows up. He doesn’t seem to care about you, huh?”

“I beg to differ, Sangwoo.”

A wave of relief washed over your entire body when you heard Wonwoo’s voice. He was mad; there was no doubt about it. But he was here, and he was going to save you. 

“Look what the cat dragged in!” The man started to sweat, and he was so close to your body you could actually hear his heartbeat increasing. He was scared. 

Good. He should. 

"Stop touching my girl, and I will think about letting you live to see another day." 

Wonwoo’s words were calm, direct, and scary. Sangwoo, the man who kept you hostage, turned both of you around without losing his grip on you. He wasn’t letting you go without a fight. 

“You think you can come here and tell me what to do? Mr. Jeon, look at the position you’re in. You’re standing there, and I’m here with your lovely girl.” 

You felt the muzzle press against your temple, and while you were really sure that Wonwoo would get you two out of this, your tears ran freely down your face, mixing themselves with the blood that kept oozing from your forehead. 

“Let her go. Last warning.” 

“See, that's your problem. You think the world revolves around you. But you see her? She's mine now. She's gonna be my nice little who-”

The last word died on his lips as Wonwoo's bullet went through Sangwoo’s head, ending his miserable life. He moved closer to the lifeless body, emptying the magazine of his gun while shooting at his head. 

Nobody would be able to tell who Sangwoo was. At least, not by looking at his face. 

“Nobody touches what's mine.” 

Two seconds after hearing the gunshot, Mingyu came running into the room, relieved to see the two of you okay. 

Wonwoo dropped to the floor next to you. You didn’t realize it, but you fell to the floor as soon as Sangwoo’s life ceased. You just sat there, thinking how close it had been. What if Wonwoo’s bullet moved a little to the left? 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay; I’m here. I’m here; it’s okay.” 

He kept repeating those words over and over. You didn’t know if it was to calm you down or to calm himself. You were shaking, but you didn’t feel scared. It was a weird feeling. 

“You killed him.” 

“I’ve told you I’m a monster, y/n. You didn’t believe me.” 

You stared at him, knowing that behind that hard, cold demeanor, he was scared of all the possible outcomes that went through his head on the way up to your office floor. He was scared of your reaction, too. 

Would you run away now? 

Your soft hand caressing his cheek made him relax a bit. “You are not a monster. You killed him to save me. You’re my hero.” 

He chuckled dryly. “Heroes don’t kill people.” 

“Let me decide what to consider a hero,” you said, with a hint of pain in your voice that sent him into overdrive. 

He pulled you up from the ground, checking your forehead. “Let’s get you to my medic. You need to get patched up.” 

“What about... him?” 

Wonwoo didn’t spare him a glance. He didn’t deserve it. 

“My guys will take care of it. You’re my main priority right now.” 

And when you walked into the room two days later, because Wonwoo forced you to call in sick, it really was like nothing happened. Not a trace or blood. The broken window had been replaced. Even your chair, which was very uncomfortable, had been changed to a shiny, ergonomic new one. 

Nobody would ever know that Jeon Wonwoo killed a man in that same spot to save the woman he loved. 

....

ima start fucking foaming at the mouth at this point fucking werewolf transfroming-

rival! seungcheol !

genre; nsfw, some fluff, mdni <3 | tw; public indecency, fingering (f. receiving), pussy slapping, degradation (consented). | w.c; 1.2k+ | a/n; thought of this yesterday while going to sleep. and this is the part 2 to this! not proof-read.

“seungcheol, someone may see us!” you land a light slap to his chest but he doesn't listen, his lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting till the skin breaks.

“and?” he retorts with no care in the world. his hands sneak up your dress, fingers prodding at your nub through your panties. you bite down a whimper when he harshly rubs your clit.

“sure you don't love this, slut?” he hisses through his teeth, feeling your wetness as he pushes aside your panties. the silence of the library allows you both to hear the wet squelch.

much to your dismay, he removes his hand and steps back. but not before gesturing towards dress, and ordering “off.”

your eyes widen and you scream-shout at him again, about how someone could catch you both. but he's unfazed, simply crossing his arms and waiting for you. you sigh and roll your eyes, complying when he doesn't respond.

the condescending look in his eyes makes you scoff and huff in annoyance. he raises a lone brow when you sit up on the table in just your birthday suit. you do the same, questioning him back silently.

“off.” he orders again causing you to roll your eyes again. but again, you comply because you know he'll tear them off if you don't undo them.

things have been ... like this ever since that fated night at that frat party (which ended with you both 69-ing because neither of you would give up the power). and so much for wanting the upper hand in this weird power play between you two, you're currently submitting yourself to him, naked, in a isolated table at a public library.

you were supposed to be having a group study session, and everyone bailed but you two. and being alone with him meant...

“fuck!” you curse when he pinches your nipples and delivers a light slap to your breast. he harshly tugs you to the edge of the bed and continues to suck and bite your neck and chest. you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it and the other hand wanders to his toned shoulders and arms.

yes, he is having his way with you now but you know he'll come to you in a few days, begging to bury his head in your cunt. what are you both, anyways?

you hiss when he harshly bites your nipple, “ow! what was that for?!” you complain, and the ghost of a pout rests on his lips, big brown eyes staring at you with annoyance. “your mind is somewhere else.”

he straightens his back, and the condescending look returns to his face again. he slaps your cunt with slight strength, “slut.” heat licks at your skin and the wetness between your legs grows. you whimper, spreading your legs further.

he spits on his fingers, slapping your cunt again and spreading his spit on your folds. two of his fingers probe at your hole, and he pushes them past your folds, burying them deep inside. he scissors his fingers inside you before curling them against your g-spot.

“my slut. right?” he asks, looking at your fucked-out face and hearing your low moans. his hands make sharp contact with your cunt again when you don't answer him. you jerk, thighs trembling and you nod desperately, “yes, yes! i'm your slut.”

his lip corner lifts and he slaps your cunt, enjoying how you react to his touches. his thick thumb circles your clit, slowly, that smirk ever-present on his lips. “yeah? what else?”

knowing very well that your orgasm depends upon how good you behave, you give in. “i'm your cocksleeve,” you manage out between moans and whimpers. his smile widens and he rubs your clit, a bit faster.

on any normal day, you won't degrade yourself or let him do so, especially outside of sexual activities. if he did, his cock won't be attached to his body anymore. and surprisingly, right after you both fucked for the first time, seungcheol established this relationship with you. he asked you for your likes and dislikes and shared his, also affirming that you can always cut this off with him and stop him if you're uncomfortable.

to say the least, you developed a crush on him soon after.

“mhm, then?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes and to your horror, you actually enjoy it. hell, you've never ever been this wet. he pushes two fingers inside again, curling them and pressing them against that spot.

“your cum slut!” you moan out loudly, and your legs threaten to clamp shut. seungcheol shoves two fingers of his other hand into your mouth, “shh, you wanna get caught?” he hisses, but his composure breaks, seeing you suck on his fingers, fervently.

he scoffs, “you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you? wouldn't mind others watching being slutted out, hmm?” he thumbs at your clit, two fingers still stimulating your g-spot. you suck on his thick fingers to avoid screaming. he smiles condescendingly when you gag on his fingers while clenching around his other two fingers.

“wanna cum, doll?” you hum around his fingers, pleading to him with your eyes. a warmth pools in your stomach and your breathing turns irregular. he thumbs your clit with more pressure and do the same with your g-spot. tears prick your waterline and your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into the toned muscles.

your scream is silenced by his fingers when you finally cum, violently clenching around his thick fingers. your hips buckle into his hand and you tremble. seungcheol pulls out his fingers, wrapping his lips around them and sucking on them as he holds eye contact with you.

he holds you, waiting for you to calm down from your high. you pull away from his embrace, after your breathing becomes regular. he smiles down at you causing a warm burst of emotions in you. you give him a small smile back and he moves to collect your clothes and then the reality hits you.

did you just let seungcheol finger you in a public library? and degrade you?

your cheeks warm up, knowing very well he'll counter you in class with a look in his face that clearly hints at what happened now. to remind you that you called yourself his cum slut and cocksleeve.

you refuse to look at him as he helps you dress up. he just chuckles, catching your chin to make you look at him. “that was ok, right?” he asks, worry laced in his voice and you nod shyly under his gaze. he smiles again, caressing your cheek with him thumb.

“meet you at the cafeteria tomorrow?” you nod again and to your surprise, he leans down, kissing your forehead.

oh, fuck you choi seungcheol!

he helps you pack your stuff and you do the same for him. your fingers brush with his as you both walk side by side to the exit of the library. by the exit, he catches your wrist, “uhm, i'll walk you to your dorm?” he tilts his head, smiling sweetly at you and you nod again with a small “yes.”

his smile widens, and he locks fingers with you, pulling you to walk with him. your cheeks are on fire and you bite down the shy smile as you sneak a glance at him. pink painted his cheeks and you could feel his heartbeat picking up through your hand that holds his.

you smile and tighten your hold on his hand. a moment later, you feel him do the same.

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