#maybe i’m just projecting idk man
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genuinely think dan just jumped at the first opportunity to make an apology video. this fucking theatre kid WISHES he had a legitimate reason to get up in front of his audience and emotionally manipulate them into forgiving him. he lives for the drama.
#does this make any sense?#i’m not sure i just feel like dan of all people has THOUGHTS about the medium of apology videos#and how they’ve become a genre unto themselves#maybe i’m just projecting idk man#dan and phil#dnp#dan howell#daniel howell#phil lester#amazing phil#amazingphil#danisnotonfire#dan and phil games#dnpg#phan#phandom#lee says things
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look at yourself… you’re the true puppet.
#persona 5#goro akechi#akira kurusu#oof my art i guess#shuake#this was for a palace au zine that went on indefinite hiatus#and I like this piece far too much to let it sit in my drafts forever#so behold!#akechi palace au art be upon you!#the hand up top could be shido or maruki or yaldi whatever you want#I just think Akechi’s palace would be about control or lack thereof#and the masks he puts on that hide his true self from the world#but maybe that’s just the p4 enjoyer in me talking#hand could also be the true shadow akechi and the one on stage truly is a puppet#idk it’s whatever u want it to be like I said#I just thought this concept was Neat lmao#I’m also forever a huge fan of his line abt his final enemy being a puppet version of himself#and how that ties into third semester and the choice on 2/2#man I just love goro akechi#anyways that’s it ty for listening to me ramble#expect more persona art from me soonish I’m about to be released from zine secrecy jail for a couple projects lmao
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Have I mentioned how much I fucking love Izzy Hands
His full name is Israel which is cool as hell
Historically he’s like 16 🤔
He has grey hair
He lives in the walls
He’s fallen over multiple times
He can use a sword
He hates unicorns
He is a unicorn
He’s homophobic
He’s gay
He’s swallowed at least 2 of his own toes
“Foot” 😑
He’s probably an alcoholic
He wears one glove
While drunk and missing one limb he managed to rip the legs off a decorative horse on the front of the ship (HOW??)
“I suppose they look like sausages”
He can sing
He can sing in French as well
The little X on his cheek
He wears makeup
He says FOCK
He’s indestructible (almost whoops)
What kind of last name is Hands
He’s played by Con O’Neil (do I need to elaborate?)
Short 🤏
His VOICE is PERFECTION
He has a horse leg
✨“ooohh… oohh… daddy…”✨
He got hit in the face with a sandwich
He doesn’t get paid enough for this shit
He knows songs that won’t even be invented for another 300 years
Emo
“👌”
He’s a silly billy

#I can’t explain it but he’s aspec#idk maybe I’m just projecting#AHHHCKKKKK#LOVE HIM#IM OBSESSED#LOOK AT HIM#LITTLE GUY#LITTLE DUDE#MY GUY#MY MAN#MY FRIEND#I WANT HIM TO ADOPT ME#goo goobie#Izzy hands#ofmd meme#ofmd s2#ofmd fanart#ofmd#our flag means death fanart#long live ofmd#Our flag means death#Israel hands#izzy’s nicknames appreciation#dizzy izzy#izzy the spewer#Jizzy#Iggy#artists on tumblr#Sketch
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sorcevalier kissy
#guys you’ll never guess what i’m drawing next. You’ll never guess. Maybe it’s ruikasa idk though🙄#all i fucking post. please save me. please free me.#i’m TRYING to write smth again idk when i’ll finish it if ever#but i’ll draw them again. i might draw mizuan or mizunene next actually idk though#i say i will and then i just draw fucking ruikasa again#they got me hook line and sinker man#project sekai#wonderlands x showtime#rui kamishiro#tsukasa tenma#ruikasa#my art
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Well back to feeling like a piece of crap again
#man I’m so tired#vent#delete later#feel like I’m yelling into the void#loneliness hit me hard today#I just need to get these errands done and homework and then go to sleep#thank goodness I didn’t have work today#nor do I have it tomorrow#I’ve been hating everything I’ve made so good chance a lot of creative projects are gonna go on hiatus#or something#idk#maybe this’ll pass tomorrow lmao
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I am so pissed awf literally hate working with men WHYYYY do you hire an architect and then say mansplain things wow my stomach started hurting i wish bad things upon you
#how to explain a grown man that he can’t make a cafe on staircase without heating OHHHH MY GOOODDDDD#And also him saying No i trust you guys but i can make it myself there lwpwowkdkrje no you can’t no offense but there is a reason we went to#school like sit DOWN oh my god maybe i’m pissed off bc his accent is ugly idk maybe#No edit he just said No i really do trust you guys i see you are right. OF COURSE WE ARE??????????#Omfg and the project we are working on is so fun so playful so cute and i hear his voice and it’s like nails on the chalkboard#tt
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i haven’t done any of the work yet either, lmao idk how i’m gonna get through this
#literally last week i had to worry about an english project#the stress for it was insane like i’m tired man i don’t wanna do this anymore#i joke to my friends about killing myself but ts looking real nice rn i can’t do it bro#i feel like a failure#vent post#rant#i find myself thinking of my future too. idk what i’m gonna do and i can’t even imagine myself having one#i don’t know how to explain it but every time i imagine myself in the future#it’s me as someone else. like i want to be anyone but me. you know? i can’t imagine myself. it’s always someone else’s characteristics.#i think that’s why i wanted to shift so bad. to be someone that just isn’t me. idk how to explain it or how to even get through this but im#tired man i’ve been hating a lot of things about me. i hate my chin i hate my body i hate my arms i hate my acne i hate being in my skin#i can’t even take a nap because i have to atleast work on this presentation soon and maybe some of my study guide for my test tomorrow#i have the class first hour too#like i can’t win man. whoever’s out there in the universe let me be happy with myself just once please
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(Some people will kill me for this) I watched Neon Genesis Eva back in 2021-ish and the more I think about the show the worse the show gets, I think its a very pretty show, Especially with the strain the animators were put under. But the character writing is pretty awful regarding all of the women in the show, and even disregarding misogyny as a element (Which it IS) The show builds so much momentum just to do nothing with it, This show has a lot of potential it throws away to focus on asuka or whoever shoving her ass in the camera. The themes of human connection are surface level at the best and misguided especially for a audience of 14 year olds at the worst.
Its such a mixed bag I enjoy talking about mostly cause I can find no one who agrees with me, half of the people I encounter just enjoy the cool art anyway and I can get behind that, I just find it impossible to ignore the many many issues with the writing.
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#Yeah I agree the show did not do it for me at all#I can usually roll my eyes and ignore fanservice but with such a serious story and such emotionally fucked young characters#It felt so so so deeply fucking scummy it near singlehandedly ruined the whole thing for me. Other weird writing shit on top of it too#I liked end of evangelion a lot tho#Maybe I’ll do a rewatch someday but idk I also feel that the themes feel a lot more surface level than ppl make them out to be#I’m sure that stuff is really appropriate powerful for someone at a different stage of their life than me#But Im not that person so I’m like…Well yeah. Feel it’s hard to connect to if you’re not A Shinji. Banks on a sizeable amount of projection#Art is beautiful thoigh and has tons of things I do really enjoy but. Man idk#Sonny Boy does for me emotionally everything that evangelion was intended to. I’d rather just rewatch that
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culturallymaxxing.. queerpilled……..
#i’m not making fun of that man blah blah blah blah don’t take this seriously plz..#i literally cannot stop thinking about it tho.. even w context idk i feel like it’s worded weird IDK#IM NOT A HATER…… NOT REALLY………..#i’m so tired.. i have 2 big exams friday and monday and then i will be FREE (mostly)#i literally feel culturally queer rn you guys…………#i’m reallyyyyy funny.. i swear……….#i’m also realllyyyyyy tired i just spent the past 6 hours working on my art project#so maybe i’m just a little delusional right now erm#don’t listen to ANYTHING I SAY let me just live in my delusions for now#porcelainposting
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i do think the amount of comparisons between black sails and ofmd - both favorable and unfavorable tbh - is a little out of hand lmao like even before the flint vs stede poll there was a lot of it and its like. they are completely different shows with completely different goals. i just saw someone call ofmd a "black sails ripoff" and honestly what the fuck are you talking about. is black sails a pirates of the caribbean ripoff?? is there only allowed to be one television show about pirates and everything else is a copy?? or is it just the fact that there are also gay characters in it? im just like there are PLENTY of real and good criticisms why does it always come back to this. let them exist separately
#if this post gets too many notes i’m deleting it. it’s not an ofmd stan post please don’t ignore the last bit#i do not want the hardcore stans getting ahold of this and then ppl interpreting ME as one 😬#the post thats going around thats like calling it 'a comedic version of black sails' you mean a comedy about pirates????#yeah they use the same characters bc they are...... real pirates........#like i know (or have to assume) its not 100% literal and maybe i am being autistic about this but i still just get. tired of it.#AND IM NOT SAYING YOU SHOULD LIKE IT OR NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT IT OR NOT MAKE FUN OF IT#shit on it and the fanbase to your hearts content but this just gets on my nerves like. idk man#then on the flip side there were ppl saying if you liked ofmd you should watch black sails!!! which like. idk.#ofc i would rec black sails to anyone bc its fantastic. but i wouldnt rec a gritty drama to someone based solely#on the fact that they enjoyed a comedy.#full disclosure i am an ofmd enjoyer! i love taika and had been excited about the project for a long time. i dont 'participate in fandom'#bc i do not like The Fandom and i havent been all that enthusiastic about the show since it was actively on/had just aired#but like i am not saying i like the show so dont talk bad about it. i am saying theres lots to say about the show#so why do we always make it about black sails#r.txt#ofmd#for ppls blacklists lmao
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Hm, maybe it’s just bc I have mommy issues but I really don’t like how the comics are trying to push Mystique as a good guy now.
Like. Yeah. She tried to kill her son by throwing him off a cliff to save her own ass and used her daughter’s powers to her own benefit but yeah sure she’s a good guy now?
#anyways this is something I will always be bitter about lol#like people are getting upset about her being bi and marrying Destiny#which isn’t the problem lol#idk man. maybe it’s just projecting but unrelated to Kurt and Rogue so much bc of the mommy issues 😅#and idk if they really are bc I’m just not keeping up with the current marvel comics lol#but that’s what it’s seeming like
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#this group project is going up in flames please please this is the third time we’ve tried to schedule a meet up to work on it#the third time i’ve looked around and made eye contact with everyone to confirm the day and time#only for me to get there and surprise surprise at least two people are missing bc they had something come up#i can’t gauge whether i should blame them for it each time or not#bc sometimes it’s like hey sorry i got called into work last minute#well i’m really angrier at your employer than i am you. but also you might’ve been able to anticipate that maybe?#you must have at least some free time in your schedule idk#like that you can absolutely guarantee for sure#if not your employer is a demon#most of these people aren’t even giving reasons is the thing#like man i wanna know are you actually busy or just not feeling it#take your rest as you need but please let me know when you are feeling it bc we need this to be solid by thursday#peach rambles
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who’s up making sound effects ☝️☝️☝️
#talkingcore#realizing that the little pshooo noise I make when moving an object from one place to another can in fact be heard and perceived by others#purely on the basis I don’t hear anyone else making sound effects… you’re telling me I’m supposed to just push elevator buttons in silence??#like when you’re looking for things you don’t do like a lil choochoo chugging a long situation? okay… 👁️👁️💥💥💥💥#hot girl walk backfired I am so sleepy fuck this group project I can’t do anything til other people put info in…. I want to sleep#they pushed it off an extra 50 minutes pls let’s just get it done so I can go to sleep peacefully at like idk 8:30 (this is unrealistic)#I can sense the stress and disappointment. so sad so sad#maybe I’ll wait to post so I can have as much of my woes in one place (I am so sleepy)#this is hell I forgot we had a floor meeting at 830. the dude whose work I’m waiting on is not done. I’m feeling like the Arthur dad#tip: I am so fucking mad though the mad is really just Tired it’s due at 9 am tomorrow I do not want to be thinking about this past 10pm#it’s 8:49 maybe it’ll be good soon Please I need Slumber though also there’s Clunking going around who’s clunking#919 literally no progress this is super hell. DUDE WHERE SRE YOU GOING WE ARE ALL WAITING ON YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHH#man…………….. this is twisted. and sick :((((#THEY FINALLY FREED ME 9:37 GOD DAMN… AND THEYRE STILL NOT DONE IM JUST NOT TRAPPED ON ZOOM#this is my attack on London for Realsies we already had an extension it should’ve been due this morning. ass cheeks up for Real for real for
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Mmmmm yes, more multifaceted characterization pls!
I love this fandom but man, sometimes we can get so black and white about things…. ;-;
The thing is, I could see Elrond having these feelings especially, it 100% feels in-character for him. He’d be the kind to know very well what his adoptive kidnap dads have done, heck, he might have even done extensive research on it for all we know, but would still love them regardless.
He’s seen them laugh, he’s seen them cry. He’s heard them discussing things that are too weighty for him and Elros, off in another tent so the twins don’t have to hear. He’s had them tuck him into bed and comfort him after nightmares, and seen just how many nightmares they’ve had, too.
Elrond’s seen both parts of his kidnap dads, the part that would shed the blood of unnumbered innocents and the part that would care for two orphan children in the midst of war. The part that would grow to love two orphan children, despite all the destruction in their wake.
He’s seen Mae and Mags as the kinslayers they were, true, but he’s also seen them as people. People who can love and cry and fear and feel. People who he simply can’t condemn and divorce his empathy from, because love grew between them. They raised him. He can condemn their crimes, but he can’t bring himself to condemn them.
I love Kidnap Fam a lot, I really do, but I’ve seen a trend of brushing over the worst parts of Maglor and especially Maedhros’ history in Kidnap Fam works.
And I suppose that’s fine sometimes you don’t wanna deal with atrocities and you just want fluff.
But I think a lot of the time when writing the Kidnap Fam there’s a tendency for mostly Elrond to sort of excuse the actions of the House of Feanor.
I think maybe that’s because it is hard to conceptualise Mags and Mae being both kind to the children and villains at the same time.
And don’t mistake me, I think all the sons of Feanor were villains by their deaths. Maedhros, in my opinion, is the definition of ‘die a hero or live long enough to be a villian’.
Being critically online (guilty) I find it hard to remember that the world isn’t black or white. People are multifaceted. Their goodness doesn’t wipe away the harm they’ve done and vice versa.
All this to say that I’m really looking forward to some more Kidnap Fam fics that explore the idea of Elrond loving and honoring them as his parents, all the while being like ‘yeah they were also horrible but I still love them and don’t think they should be doomed forever’.
Because at the end of the day, neither Mags nor Mae were truly monsters (just straight evil with no goodness), but people who were capable of hunting for hours for a pair of lost boys, and refusing to burn the ships for love, as well as slaughtering an entire city full of refugees.
So yeah! Let’s see some Elrond having complicated feelings about that!! Woo!
#ooooof yeah#rambles#i did NOT do whatever i was thinking justice but. oh well.#eldritch peredhel kind as summer elrond. founder of imlamdris. dodger of the crown. i feel like he would have a very wide worldview.#and a truckload of empathy to boot.#and sometimes that kind of stuff combines#and you’re left capable of hating the things people have done#but not the people themselves. you can’t being yourself to hate a person - no matter what they’ve become.#idk man. maybe i’m just projecting on the poor guy but still#feels like elrond.#tolkien#silm
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sometimes it’s more stressful for things to be on the verge of working out than it is for them to not be working out at all
#i was in absolute bliss before I started thinking about my research plans#but now that I’ve been applying to this and maybe landed a project today (?!?!!) im absolutely freaking out#im just so bad at sending emails and playing my hand carefully and saying things in a way that will leave as many doors open as possible and#get me what i want. I think I might’ve backed myself into a corner with this project i might be getting and idk how to get out. sighhhh i ne#need like a yearlong break from this fucking holy shit#college was so fucking easy that shit did not prepare me at all for this#also i have vegetables in the fridge that are going to go bad soon if they haven’t already but im too fucking tired to cook myself dinner bu#but i really need to cook today or else im going to have to throw them away!!! fuck!!!!!!!#this would be so much easier if we had a dishwasher and don’t have the smallest sink known to man which makes it near impossible to handwash#pots and pans. oh housing…thats another thing that I’m stressed out about#oh the joys of being in a grad/professional program 🙃#can you tell i like complaining#i haven’t slept well in the last 3 weeks. wonder if that might be affecting things#ramblings#sighhhh#god there’s so many typos in this. if anyone actually reads this hope ya can figure it out o7
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idk if someone asked you this but i’m a new reader and I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS!!!
can you please make wonwoo, the nerdy president who u thought was innocent and sweet but he’s the one behind ur fave nsfw audio creator???? AND HE’S A HARDFUCKER.. not what u expected tho..
i don’t know if i make sense but please pretty please 😭☝️
Synopsis: where you discover that the nerdy class president is the one man who creates the most nasty NSFW audios that you spend long nights listening to. WC: 2.8k WARNINGS: smut, audio porn, masturbation, hard fuck, dirty talk (obviously), bad sleeping habits (because of wonwoo), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, pussy eating, penetrative sex, protected sex, wonwoo whining, a lil invasion of privacy.
you’ve been running on fumes all day, the hazy buzz of sleep deprivation clinging to your brain like static. it’s no surprise, really. your night had gone the way it always does: you got home, flopped into your chair, threw on your headphones, and let onyx_lens—your favorite nsfw asmr creator—drag you under with that stupidly deep voice of his.
it was kind of pathetic, actually. you barely remember what the script was about—something about obedience or whatever—but you do remember the sound of his voice sinking into your brain like warm honey, making you cum so hard that you blacked the fuck out right after. now here you were, bleary-eyed and trying to stay upright in literature class, the regret of last night’s poor choices catching up with you.
wonwoo, the class president who was somehow both effortlessly chill and annoyingly observant, had been glancing at you every few minutes. you could feel his eyes on you as your head dipped forward for the third time, only to snap back up like a busted bobblehead.
but, in true wonwoo fashion, he didn’t say anything. no scolding, no judgmental sighs—just quiet observation.
when class finally ended, you were ready to yeet yourself into a nap for a solid 72 hours. you were shoving your stuff into your bag when wonwoo’s voice cut through the noise.
“you good?”
you froze. his voice wasn’t the same as onyx_lens’s, obviously, but it had that same deep, smooth timbre that made your brain short-circuit for a second. it didn’t help that his question sounded so much like something out of an nsfw script. you turned to face him, hoping your face wasn’t giving away how flustered you suddenly were. “uh—yeah,” you said, shaking your head a little too quickly. “just tired.”
wonwoo raised an eyebrow. “not sleeping well?”
your brain screamed. your tired, half-horny brain screamed louder. the overlap of his voice and onyx_lens in your head was un-fucking-bearable. you managed to nod, muttering something about late nights and deadlines, hoping he wouldn’t pry.
he didn’t, but his next question wasn’t much better.
“think you could help me with the sci-fi project? your last lit analysis was good, and i could use the extra pair of hands.”
you blinked at him. “me?”
he nodded, adjusting his glasses. “you. unless you’re too busy with...whatever’s keeping you up.”
oh, you mean my nightly sessions with onyx_lens and my vibrator?
you swallowed hard and tried to play it cool. “nah, i can help.”
and that’s how you found yourself standing outside wonwoo’s apartment later that evening, clutching your bag. his place was exactly what you’d expect from him—minimalist, neat, and smelling faintly of coffee.
“come in,” he said, holding the door open for you. “make yourself comfortable.”
easier said than done. you perched awkwardly on his couch as he set up his laptop on the coffee table, your eyes darting around the room in an attempt to ignore how nice his voice sounded in person.
“so,” he began, sitting across from you, “any ideas for the project?”
you cleared your throat, trying to focus. “uh, maybe something about robots and humanity? like, exploring ethical dilemmas or something.”
wonwoo nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on you in a way that made your skin heat. “good idea. we could tie that into the main themes from class.”
he leaned forward slightly, scrolling through a document on his laptop, and you couldn’t help but notice how his glasses slipped down his nose. you were so not prepared for this level of proximity or his stupidly deep voice.
“you okay?” he asked again, glancing at you.
you blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “yeah, just...thinking.”
his lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “good. let me know if you need a break or...anything.”
the way he said anything sent a shiver down your spine. you weren’t sure if it was exhaustion, residual arousal from last night, or the sheer presence of wonwoo in his element, but your brain was a mess.
you were supposed to be helping him with this project, but all you could think about was the way his voice would sound whispering in your ear, saying things that would make onyx_lens blush.
you were so close to winning the “most pathetic college student of the year” award it wasn’t even funny. after much back-and-forth with wonwoo, class president of your downfall, you somehow convinced him to let you walk home alone. except the man still went all soft and paid for a taxi anyway, which, like… thanks? but also stop being so nice, what the hell.
it was nearing 11 p.m. when you got home, and as if on cue, your phone pinged with a notification: onyx_lens’s weekly live is starting.
you stared at it for a second, blinking in disbelief. today’s theme? "neon circuits and orgasm denial (a cyberpunk experience) 8d audio"
sci-fi-themed. of fucking course.
you almost laughed at the audacity of the universe for this one. was this some sort of cosmic joke? was wonwoo onyx_lens?! no way. no goddamn way. you shook off the thought as delulu nonsense and dragged yourself to the bathroom for a quick sponge bath.
by the time you flopped into your chair, headphones on, the live was already in full swing. that voice—that stupidly deep, velvety voice—flooded your ears as the chat buzzed with unhinged comments. onyx purred, and you were done for.
you couldn’t even focus on the sci-fi plot he was spinning, something about rogue androids, monster cock, neon vibrators and human experimentation. his voice wrapped around you like a silk chokehold, and you were gone—just a vibrating mess in your chair, coming undone embarrassingly fast.
fast forward to the next morning: you woke up feeling like a used dishrag. again. headphones still on, your phone dead, and the memory of last night’s live replaying in your brain like a broken record.
by the time you dragged yourself to class, you were running on fumes and vibes. your hoodie was scrunched up around your face, making you look like a cross between a gremlin and an overgrown baby.
wonwoo noticed. you could feel his eyes boring into you as you tried—and failed—to stay upright. you were so close to just giving in and laying flat on the floor. honestly, it might’ve been comfier than your chair at that point.
wonwoo, sitting two rows away, looked like he was internally debating whether to intervene or let you rot in peace. when the bell rang, you startled awake like you’d been electrocuted, nearly knocking your stuff off your desk in the process.
“you okay?” he asked, falling into step beside you as you shuffled out of the classroom like a zombie.
“i’m fine,” you mumbled, voice muffled by your hoodie. “just need food. like, now.”
you detoured to the convenience store on the way to his apartment, snagging an entire kimbap roll and tearing into it like a starving animal. wonwoo followed behind, holding your water bottle with a look that was equal parts judgment and amusement.
“you couldn’t wait?” he asked, watching as you ate half the roll in one bite.
“bro,” you said around a mouthful of rice, “if i didn’t eat this, i was gonna pass out on the cold asphalt. your problem now, mr. class president.”
he rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, just handed you your water like the reluctant babysitter he was.
this was going to be a long afternoon.
you couldn’t help yourself. the suspicion had been eating away at you for weeks now, ever since you first heard his voice in class and that nagging sense of déjà vu set in. wonwoo had escaped to the bathroom, and you had the perfect opportunity to snoop.
your fingers hovered over his notebook, but then your gaze darted back to your own screen. back and forth, back and forth. his notebook. yours. the coincidences were piling up like a conspiracy wall in your head. the voice, the specific vocabulary choices, even the cadence—how did i not notice this earlier?!
“fuck it,” you whispered to yourself, grabbing his notebook and quickly pulling up the site where you normally streamed your favorite asmr creator. just to check. just to confirm your theory.
your heart pounded as the site loaded, every second dragging like molasses. the channel page opened, and at first, it seemed normal. too normal. you almost clicked away, feeling stupid for even suspecting anything.
but then you saw it: edit profile. analytics.
your breath caught, and a sharp scoff escaped you as you crossed your arms. oh, my god. the realization hit you like a freight train. it’s him. wonwoo. class president. sci-fi nerd. “how the fuck did i not notice?” you muttered, half impressed by his audacity.
you were so lost in your spiraling thoughts that you didn’t hear him return—until his voice, practically kissed your earlobe.
“what. do. you. think. you. are. doing?”
you jumped so hard your knee slammed into the underside of the desk. whipping around, you found wonwoo standing over you, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.
“uh—nothing?” you stammered, trying to slam your laptop shut, but his hand darted out and stopped you.
“‘nothing’ doesn’t look like you snooping through my computer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm.
your cheeks burned. “okay, fine, maybe i was curious—”
“you were curious?” his tone sharpened. “curious enough to invade my privacy?”
“invade your—bro, you’re literally whispering dirty robot sex fantasies to the entire internet. how is that private?”
“that’s different!” his ears flushed a deep red, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “that’s content. this—this is personal.”
you rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair. “oh, please. you’re mad i figured it out. admit it.”
he leaned closer, towering over you now, his hand pressing down on the desk beside you. “what do you want, huh? blackmail? are you gonna tell everyone?”
you laughed, loud and incredulous. “tell everyone?! dude, relax. i’m not gonna expose your little side hustle. besides…” you smirked, tilting your head to look up at him. “you should be thanking me. clearly, i’m a fan.”
wonwoo’s eyes darkened, and his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.
“you’re a what?” he asks, your pulse skyrocketing as he stepped even closer, crowding you against the chair.
“did i stutter?” you whispered, the challenge clear in your tone.
his mouth crashed onto yours, teeth and tongue and frustration. you barely had time to process it before he was yanking you out of the chair, his hands rough as they gripped your hips and spun you around.
“you want to act like a brat,” he growled into your ear, his voice so reminiscent of his asmr persona that it made you roll your eyes back slighty, “then you’re gonna get treated like one.”
he bent you over the desk, the cold surface pressing against your chest as he yanked down your college skirt and underwear at once. his fingers slid through your folds, already slick just from being around him.
“so fucking wet,” he muttered, almost to himself. “you get off on this, don’t you? knowing it’s me.”
“shut your mouth,” you gasped, but it came out more like a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them and pressing them hard on your front wall.
“make me,” he challenged, his other hand coming down sharply on your ass. the sting made you gasp, your hips jerking against his hand as you tense on the desk.
the pace of his fingers was relentless, his thumb circling your clit in time with the thrusts. every part of your body was starting to be feveirsh, and you hated—hated—how easily he was unraveling you. you spent nights thinking about how it would be if onyx fucked you, and here you are. of course you would be a mess in a second.
“sorry” he mocked you. “am i too much for you?”
you clenched around his fingers, your nails digging into the desk as you tried to hold back a moan. “you talk too fucking much actually wonwoo,” you hissed.
“yeah, that's what's paying me at nights” wonwoo chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out and flipping you onto your back with his big arms. before you could protest, he was kneeling between your legs, his mouth suddenly hot and insistent against your core, better than any other vibrator you insisted on using at night.
the sounds—the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue—mixed with your whimpers as he devoured you like a man starved. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.
“stop—”
“stop?” he looked up, his chin glistening. “not until you admit i’m your favorite.”
you glared down at him, breathless and defiant. “you’re such an asshole.”
“and yet…” he smirked, diving back in and flicking his tongue against your clit until your head fell back, a broken moan spilling from your lips.
it didn’t take long before you were coming undone, your body shaking as his mouth pulled your clit. wonwoo didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, dragging out your orgasm until you were a trembling, incoherent chaos beneath him.
wonwoo doesn’t waste a second after pulling back, his hands flipping you over again so you’re bent over the desk, your cheek pressed to the cool surface as he grinds against you. the thick outline of his cock rubs against your dripping folds, still covered by the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. you gasp, your hips jerking back involuntarily, and his pearly-white smile flashes above you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, almost smug, as a dark spot begins to spread on his sweatpants from your slick. “you’re soaking me through.”
the way he emphasizes the word makes your back contort in shivers, but you’re too far gone to care. your fingers claw at the desk as he keeps humping against you, his pace quickening. when he finally pulls back, you hear the shuffle of fabric as he yanks down his sweatpants and briefs. the soft clink of a drawer opening catches your attention, and you crane your neck to see him sliding on a condom.
“you’re still melting all over my desk,” he rubs a hand over the curve of your ass. “can’t even wait for me, huh?”
before you can respond, his hand comes down sharply on your ass, the sting making you gasp. he doesn’t stop, spanking you again and again until your skin is flushed and burning.
“you look so pretty like this,” he says, his hand smoothing over the heated skin before gripping your waist and lining himself up. “all messy and desperate for me.”
when he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch until you’re full and breathless, pussy trying to clench at his big grith to adjust. wonwoo groans, his head falling forward as he sinks in to the hilt.
your walls flutter around him, and he moans at the feeling, the sound so real and raw that it sends a jolt straight to your core.
“talk to me,” you manage to gasp, your voice muffled against the desk.
he chuckles, his pace picking up as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “you want me to talk dirty? you want me to tell you how tight you are? how good you’re taking me?”
you moan in response, your hips bucking back against him as his words send you curling.
“yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he continues, his voice thick with lust. your moans grow louder, and he suddenly remembers the videos you must’ve listened to—the whining, the moaning. the thought makes his stomach flip, and he decides to give you exactly what you want.
he starts letting out soft whimpers, his voice breaking with each thrust, the sounds spilling out almost involuntarily. “fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me cum—”
the genuine desperation in his voice drives you wild, and your body clenches around him, pulling him deeper. he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave marks, but you don’t care.
“please,” he moans, his voice high and strained. “let me cum for you. let me—fuck—”
you push back against him, meeting his thrusts as your own climax builds, your breaths coming in short, broken gasps. the room is filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies moving together, and the tension snaps all at once.
you come hard, your body shaking as you cry out, and wonwoo isn’t far behind. his hips stutter, a guttural moan escaping him as he spills into the condom, his body trembling with the force of it.
he collapses over you, his chest heaving against your back as you both try to catch your breath. after a moment, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his voice still hoarse as he murmurs, “guess i’m a little better live, hm?”
you just let out a defeated moan, the coldness of the table soothing your hot cheeks.
“keep quiet about this, and i'll keep giving you more.” well, it's just an excuse that wonwoo said to fuck you over again.
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