#lazybones anon

[doodler16]

Lazybones Anon here again. And I'm here to make few takes/aspects that may or may not be appreciated by critic side of Hellaverse fandom, so:

Give more moments with female cast (mostly Millie (wit gal than dumb muscles), Evalyn (the alt name for Vaggie, don't confuse with Evelyn from TOH, please), Charlie, Emily, Stella, Via, etc.)

Make black characters more black than whatever shit Viv tried to pull on

REMOVE STOLAS physically (not the VA)

Also REMOVE VAL AND VOX

Give some appropriate attention for Pentious, Angel Dust

Striker might be a jackass, but should've been a morally gray jackass

Octavia deserved better life and parents than she has (the broken mom and idiotic dad who are constantly bickering and try to kill eachother. No seriously, when there'll be an episode where Stolas kills Stella? Viv? Will you do that or not?)

The rest will be done for another day. Unless you have some notes to take and say it

Wassup, Lazybones Anon! I’m pretty confident the Hellaverse critic/anti community would agree with at least most of these notes. Vox got a ton of potential as a villain. I assume with Angel Dust getting appropriate attention you mean with his redemption, as it was practically told to us and skipped over.

[petertqrk]

Hilson and tattoo parlor AU

OOOOO how I love tattoo parlors… a second home 2 me. Hope u like this^_^

The door chimes out, and Wilson’s ready to put on his Supportive Artist Smile, but he thanks a higher power he has no client right now because the sight of who it is gives him the annoyed frown his regulars love to terrorize him and call him Smitten over.

“We’ve already had to reschedule two of your appointments, Cuddy is this close to hiding your portfolio around the room, again.”

House’s unaffected smile is as aggravating as it is attractive and Wilson hates that he can’t help but agree with the quality of his inks when he replies with “they knew what they were getting into when they waited months for me, and I make copies now.”

Give me a pairing & au setting and I’ll write a 3-sentence fic

[2-dsimp]

I feel like Danny would be conflicted on if he would want to screw his darling when they're in a really well done sexy cosplay because of how hot y/n looks in it or not because he doesn't want their outfit ruined since cosplay outfits take a long time to do (makeup alone takes a while and if the outfit is handmade it is even longer).

Like, he's so horny seeing his darling dressed in such a hot and lewd outfit, saving many pictures for his "private" files, and dreaming of so many scenarios he could go at it like a rabbit with y/n, at the same time he would sob if even a small tear were to damage the outfit.

He's probably likely to keep the stockings/thigh highs on his y/n at the very least if he does take off the rest of their outfit while he's desperately going at it.

-a rambling anon

I do agree with that dearest rambling anon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) NSFW,MDNI🔞 fem! Reader

Generally speaking being the lazybones he is Danny doesn’t necessarily have a high sex drive to begin with, as it’s mainly nonexistent.

Before meeting his darling he’d be too busy fanboying over his favorite anime creators and merch that he hoards like a dragon to even have the effort to jerk off. If it did go hard he’d just think about old grannies or cute animals so it’d soften leaving him with no distractions on his binging.

Overall he’s a lowkey kind of guy when it comes to his energy output emission. But once he meet his cosplayer darling, who had the uncanny ability to turn his off switch on in an instance. Before he knew it, Danny’s whole entire nonexistent sex life dynamic had shifted.

And being the weeb virgin he is, the first time around when yall decided to make love. The Boss would be overly nervous and excited making pathetic humps against your mound. Jaw slacked from just rubbing his leaking dick against your soft skin. Lacking any thoughts whatsoever inside his head. As he soon became a love sex zombie from the way your pussy put him in a trance.

He’d continuously praise and thank his goddess for letting him cream your insides with his filthy otaku cum. Since you’d pop his cherry and take his nut simultaneously in one sitting. The moment his mushroom tip got suckled inside your tight twat.

Btw Danny’s got an uncanny fixation with thick thighs he’s wanna get crushed in between them and suffocate just so he knows what heaven feels like★彡

[ashkabbom]

Hiiiiiiiii!!!! I was wondering if u could do a platonic haikyuu story? With Sugawara's younger sibling (Idrc the gender u write :3) + the third years? Byyyyyeeeee!!!!!!

Dear Anon, you reminded me of something I didn't even remember existed, I never knew about Sugawara's brother, so it's going to be based on my head 😞.

English is not my first language, so please correct me if anything is wrong and sorry for delaying this so much.

I had two paths and I ended up going the first one, but feel free to ask me to do it another way. Take care and drink water🫶🏽

Big future, little beginners

→Sugawara's younger brother + Third Years x Child!Male!Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary/Synopsis: A day with your best friend, his brother and his friends

Sugawara/Kōshi= Older brother

Suga= Younger brother

The day had just begun for you, it's okay that you hadn't even gotten up from the mattress, the warmth of your blanket was so comfortable... And then someone starts poking your head with... Their foot???

"Hurry up! We're going to be late if you keep sleeping." A boy's voice tells you and in response you just summarize something about today being Saturday. "You've got to be kidding me... It's 7 AM ON A FRIDAY!"

The boy says to you and suddenly a snap in your head. It was Friday, and Friday means that there is still school, having school means no sleep until 9am.

"You finally woke up.. Good morning to you too" The boy says smiling. Not just any boy, but Suga, your best friend since you had changed schools about a year ago. You decided this as soon as you started talking to him for the first time.

You look at the clock on the dresser next to your friend's bed. 7:20am, you both had to leave at 7:45am to get to school.

You curse and quickly get up to start getting ready. Suga laughs at your desperation and goes to the kitchen to wait for you.

"How come it takes you so long to eat breakfast?" Your friend asks you, genuinely confused. You were walking to school together and you had been shoving a bread roll down your throat for 10 minutes.

"It's too early, my mouth is too slow to chew" You said as you chewed.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" He scolds you with a smirk. "That's an excuse for your laziness, lazybones."

You let out a few "Hum, Hunfs!" as you chewed, indignant at such an accusation against you. You weren't lazy!

"But seriously, do we need to be walking so far ahead of him?" You say after chewing, looking back and seeing Kōshi, the oldest Sugawara, walking a little behind the two of you.

Your friend sighs a little. He feels a pang of guilt, not wanting to even look back.

"There comes a time in your life when your parents or older siblings taking you to school is embarrassing!" Suga says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to everyone. "I'm a grown-up now, I know how to go to school by myself."

"Oooh... I get it I guess" You didn't know if he remembered that you were only 7 years old, but you understood that he wasn't THAT little anymore, right? "Se você tá dizendo, quem sou eu pra questionar.."

It was hard to tell if you would feel the same way. Mom was working a lot lately and couldn't take you to school, but you always used to have a friend to go to school with you.

You loved the Sugawara brothers and didn't mind going to school with them, it was really cool actually!

"I can't stand having to wake up early and go to school anymore." You complain out loud when you realize that you are arriving at the school gate.

"You don't like waking up early in general, do you?" Suga says looking at you with a small smile.

Before you can disagree, you and he hear your friends calling out to you. The small frown on your face soon disappears and is replaced by a cheerful smile.

You and Suga give Kōshi a quick hug, who laughs at the quick little goodbye, and soon you're running towards your friends.

"The independence phase is definitely something.." Kōshi says and sighs, with a tired face, to himself before looking at his friends.

"Let me guess, your brother again?" Daichi says looking at the two younger boys far away from them.

"He's in the 'I'm too old for this' phase and since then he's been wanting to be more independent," Sugawara reflects a little on this. "But he's only 7 years old."

"He's probably doing it because he wants to impress his best friend," Asahi says with a slight laugh. "It's normal."

"You were just like him." Daichi laughs a little, remembering when they were younger. "The difference is that you were a little more sociable, but your independent phase was definitely something."

"Oh, that's right! There was that time in-" Asahi starts almost laughing.

"Okay okay okay! We don't need to keep going back to my past!" Sugawara complains, patting both of his friends on the back, who only laugh in response.

Soon the trio heads off to their own classes and lessons.

At the end of class you run out of the school gates excitedly, your friend running right behind you, laughing and saying that you were going to get hurt.

Kōshi wasn't waiting for the two of you alone, Asahi and Daichi were also beside him. You connect point A to point B in your head, and shout towards them "Surprise attack", jumping on Asahi, Suga doing the same to Daichi, the older Sugawara laughing at the situation.

You ride all the way to Kōshi's house on Asahi's back, insisting that this was the only way you could get to the house. His friend, on the other hand, was holding Kōshi's hand the entire way as he talked about what happened at school today.

"Today in kindergarten I got hit in the face with a ball!" The others laugh at how happily you say that.

"At least you're happy, but didn't that hurt?" Daichi asked a little worried, but a child falls, cries and in a few seconds he's back to normal, right?

"Yes! Because Suga is teaching me how to play volleyball, so I was able to catch almost all the balls!" You boast happily.

"Oh? He's teaching?" Kōshi looks at the younger Sugawara, who is embarrassed but quickly tries to hide it with a smug face.

"Obviously! We're going to be the best volleyball player in the universe." He says a little nervously, but convinced of his words, as if it were an undeniable fact.

"The best players?" Asahi asks curiously.

"No! The best player! Like a fusion of the Power Rangers." You explain obviously. "We can share first place together!"

"Ah, yes that makes sense." Both three agree with your... Reference.

"You'll see! In the future we'll be playing and you'll be watching us and cheering and..." You think of something else to complete your sentence.

"And dying of envy at how much bigger we're going to be than you, you're going to be very proud of us!" The younger Sugawara completes and you just agree with 'uhum! uhum!'.

The older trio laugh at your words, but they firmly agree and say that they will be the first fans of the two future players.

You soon complain when you realize that you're going to have to get off Asahi's back because you're already in front of Sugawara's house.

Soon you were standing on the floor, next to Suga, it was still afternoon and only now did you realize that Asahi and Daichi hadn't gone to their houses.

"We're going to go out and buy something and walk around a bit, I already told mom. Do you want me to buy something for you two?" Kōshi asks and you think for a bit.

"Marshmallow! Colorful marshmallow and ice cream" Suga says and you quickly agree. Tomorrow would be Saturday, you would be playing video games tonight and sleeping late tomorrow.

"Okay okay, if the money allows I'll buy you something to drink too. Behave yourselves." Kōshi tells you and ruffles both of your hair, you laugh and the younger Sugawara complains a little.

You both say goodbye to the trio, they soon begin to walk away, but before you actually enter the house Kōshi calls Suga.

"A little bird told me that if you look under my bed, you might, supposedly, find a volley ball." He says leaving the doubt in the air with a little smile, turning back and walking with his two friends.

You and Suga are confused for a few seconds, just standing at the door, but soon your heads work and you run inside the house after closing the door.

"But haven't you had that volley ball for about 5 or 6 years?" Asahi asks after noticing that the younger Sugawara didn't know about the volleyball.

"He would throw the ball everywhere when he was a baby, which led to some broken things. My gift was almost his, since he would start crying if someone caught the ball" Sugawara says sighing as he remembers that that ball had even been thrown into the toilet.

"I didn't know he liked playing volley too, he always said it was a bit boring every time he came to see it." Daichi said curiously.

"I didn't know about it either, but I think I already suspected it, whenever he can he'll watch it even though I've already said he finds it boring" Sugawara responds with a little laugh. "He's always been quiet and shy. But I'm so happy that he shares something he likes with someone he likes."

"He's pretty set on what he likes, so I think he'll actually play volley ball until he can't anymore," Asahi muses as they continue walking.

"They're both going to be good players in the future if they want to keep going." Daichi says, placing a hand on Sugawara's shoulder, who nods and smiles. His little brother, playing volleyball.

Needless to say, you and your friend played volleyball all afternoon. You ended up falling asleep after dinner.

"OH! Look there! They really came!" You say jumping and waving to some people in the stands.

You were waving more specifically to a trio sitting in the stands. A very excited Sugawara cheered along with Daichi and Asahi trying to calm the two down a bit. They were just giving encouraging words but everyone around was listening.

"Yeah.. I know, I noticed..." Suga says looking at the stands and nodding slightly to his brother.

"Why are you all shy now? You were almost bursting with the hope that they would come see the- Ow!" You suddenly get a pinch on your arm. "Why this out of nowhere? Don't tell me you're embarrassed? Huh? Suga? Huh?"

Suga starts to walk away from you, ignoring your provocations. The trio in the stands couldn't help but smile seeing the scene.

"I think no matter how much time passes, they will still be those two children that we saw grow up." Daichi sighs as he watches his team organize themselves for the match, Asahi and Sugawara are unable to say otherwise.

[voidandabyssal]

Heyy i saw your request are open :D, im sorry if this is cringe but can i get uhhhhh....can i get a uhh...can i get the lovely undertale and underswap boys with a tired s/o who came back from school or work

Some context:

One day i came back from school and i literally just pass out cold on the sofa and slept for a good 4 hours until my parents woke me up lmao

I wanted the boys reacting to that kinda scenario, would they be worried? Would they be chill? It's in your hands now 🥸✊️

Also thank you so much for be writing for undertale i love your works, please take as long as you need, no pressure

Take care 👋

Fear not anon, cringe is dead and I am busy burying it 6 feet under

Sans:

Sans spots you knocked out cold on the couch soon after returning from his own tiring job

He joins you right away

Sans doesn’t want to push you awake or anything so he just collapses on top of you.

Luckily he’s pretty light so him crashing down onto you doesn’t wake you up

If Papyrus doesn’t catch either of you two, then you’d both probably sleep until the next day

When you do wake up (likely to the sound of Papyrus’s lecturing) you accidentally shove Sans off of you

He goes crashing to the floor. The perfect wake up call for such a lazybones! (At least that’s Papyrus’s opinion)

Papyrus:

Like Sans, Papyrus walks in to you already passed out on the couch

He gives you the deepest, most withering look he can manage and exhales the most disappointed sigh he can give

You are spared the wrath of Papyrus’s lecture, for now! He is much too busy finishing up this year’s paper work!

(He can also see how tired you are so he leaves you be)

At least until it’s 8pm and your still knocked out, then he shakes you awake

Though he doesn’t lecture you

He really shouldn’t encourage such lazybones behaviour! But he also noticed how tired you were lately

He can make one exception, just this once though!

Blue (us sans):

Blue was too busy cooking in the kitchen to notice your long nap

When he goes out to get you ready for dinner he notices you

Weren’t you napping like 4 hours ago?! Blue gasps, have you turned into Stretch?! Has his brother’s bad habits finally rubbed off on his favourite human?!

He has a moment of silence for you before he tugs you out from the couch and plops you down on the dining room chair

Can’t sleep if you’re too busy eating

Blue also tries to feed you some sweet desserts! Then you’ll have more energy!

Then you can hang out more!

Stretch (us paps):

You’re so tired when you get home that you fall asleep on Stretch. Just collapse on him like as he lays on the couch watching the latest nabstation show

Stretch wraps his arms around you and follows you right into sweet, sweet unconsciousness

He wakes up briefly just to chase Blue off from bothering either of you

Then he carries you up to his room. There, now you can sleep fully uninterrupted for however long you want

He regrets doing that when you both wake up at 3 in the morning and have all the energy in the world

(You accidentally wake up Blue and now you’re both stuck listening to his lecturing. Send help!)

[coolskeleton95-pkmn]

GREETINGS, ROTOMBLR! I SUPPOSE IT'S TIME TO MAKE A PROPER INTRO POST! NOT THAT I NEED ANY INTRODUCTIONS! I'M SURE ALL OF YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO I AM!

IT'S NONE OTHER THAN THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THE BELOVED (ASSISTANT) AMBASSADOR OF MONSTERKIND! I KNOW THAT IT CAN BE INTIMIDATING TO APPROACH SOMEONE AS COOL AS I AM, BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY! I BELIEVE THAT ALL OF YOU MUST BE GREAT, TOO, AND ARE CERTAINLY WORTHY OF BEING MY FRIENDS, NYEH HEH HEH!

AS FOR WHERE WE ARE, MY BROTHER AND I MOVED INTO MONTENEVERA WHEN FRISK BROKE THE BARRIER! FEEL FREE TO COME SAY HI, IF YOU'D LIKE!

SPEAKING OF MY BROTHER, HE MIGHT BE HERE FROM TIME TO TIME, TOO. DON'T MIND HIM. HE'S TOO MUCH OF A LAZYBONES TO MAKE HIS OWN BLOG.

I DON'T HAVE ANY POKEMON CURRENTLY, UNLESS YOU COUNT THE ABSOLUTE NUISANCE OF A GREAVARD THAT KEEPS TORMENTING ME... THIS SHOULD CHANGE SOON, HOWEVER!

(ooc info under the cut!)

-Absolutely NO NSFW asks. Mun and both muses are adults, but I'm not comfortable with it.

-If I don't answer your ask or take a long time to get to it, it's not personal! I probably just couldn't come up with a good response. I'll also delete any asks that make me uncomfortable for ANY reason.

-This is a post pacifist AU! Not much changed besides the surface being the Pokemon world, though.

-IN CHARACTER anon hate is fine, but if it becomes out of character, you will be blocked.

-Sapient Pokemon blogs are fine to interact!

-Pelipper mail, Pelipper malice, Musharna mail, AND magic anons are all on, though I may not answer all of them.

-While this IS Papyrus' blog, definitely do feel free to try and interact with Sans, too! Papyrus might get a bit annoyed by it, though.

Think that's everything important!

[writtenontheport]

Hey, can I request a lockwood x reader where the reader takes him on an impulsive date and they j walk in the rain (with tooth rotting fluff) 🫶

Good Dreams and Good Days

Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Rather short drabble, Fluff, Waking up sleepy and happy to the love of your life is great, Lockwood in love, silly people bickering affectionately, ‘5 more minutes’, romcom scene really, Do I ever write anything else?, Lots and lots of rain, Reader is gender neutral cause I flipped a coin and it landed on gn, Reader is described as pretty and gorgeous at some point (gn kinda way 🤞)

Notes: Sorry this is a bit short, anon!! I absolutely adore the prompt though, thank you so much for sending it in <3 Sorry if it might not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it either way!! Also!! Very loosely edited!! I only read it over once when I usually read and then reread it over and over but this time… I just went with it!! Tell me if you watch anything off

Summary: Lockwood wakes up and falls right back asleep. You’re just trying your best to take your boyfriend on a date…

Lockwood rarely has good dreams. Most of time his sleep is dreamless; preferable to the nightmares, but he rarely (if ever) has good dreams. In this dream he can feel your hands on the skin of his cheeks and your lips pressed gently to his hairline, motioning out words he can’t quite hear more than he can feel. Your voice pulls him from the heavy blanket of a dreamless sleep and it rolls off of him in gentle waves. It is the sweetest dream ever to know you’re there to wait for him to wake up.

“Anthony,” he hears you whisper finally, your thumbs swiping over the skin of his cheeks in a caress, “Time to wake up now.”

He can feel you smile into his skin and sinks into the drowsy happiness of it, his hands finding their way to yours. It earns a giggle out of you that has his heart beating faster, something warm filling up his chest. A smile wiggles its happy little way onto his lips the more he wakes up, but he keeps his eyes closed. He just wants to be pampered for a little longer, really.

“I know you’re awake,” You laugh, lips against his temple. “Come on now, Anthony. Don’t be difficult, this is important.”

“What’s so important that we can’t just stay here and sleep in on a day off, hmm?” His voice is thick with sleep and deeper than his usual chipper, smile ever present as he feels you pepper his cheek with kisses. “We could just stay here all day like this instead, yeah?”

“I have bigger things planned, you lazybones,” you say laughingly. “Plus, I’ve already let you sleep in. George and Lucy had breakfast ages ago, you know?”

“Breakfast doesn’t have to have a specific time, love. Plus, I thought we weren’t doing anything today but sleep in. Are we headed out anywhere?” He mumbles, shifting his head to press a kiss into your palm. The sheets ruffle all about him, and his head dips down into what he realises is you under him. He peels one eye open.

“Well I can’t tell you or it’d ruin the surprise,” You laugh, gently jostling you both. You’re gorgeous in this angle (in every angle, really) and seeing you like this invokes a sense of comfort that makes him forget all the work and bruises it took to get here. He takes the hand that isn’t holding yours to his lips and slips it under your waist, burrowing his head into you and pretending to fall back asleep. It works a little too well as the drowsiness seeps back in.

“Just five more minutes,” he grumbles. Your reply slowly fades out as the world seems to settle into the sensation of you in his arms and your hand combing his hair. Lockwood may not always have good dreams, but when you’re around he dreams of the best thing there is: having you there when he wakes up.

5 minutes actually meant at least another hour, as by the time you usher him downstairs it’s already nearing noon. You scold him lightly for it as you usher him down, but he presses kisses all over your face and you can’t stay mad at him for long.

“So, where are we headed?” He asks you, watching you slip on your cosiest jacket. He can hear it drizzling out from a nearby open window and takes an umbrella out from the stand. It’s an old, worn one from the days when his parents used to walk around London (if they ever did stay long enough to). Fitting now that he’s using it with you.

“I’ll tell you when we get there.” You give him a secretive smile that fills the cavity of his chest with something peaceful and warm; in the buzz of his cold thoughts, that is a blessing. Lockwood can’t help himself from leaning over to smack a quick kiss on your cheek, and you swat at him playfully. Again, he sinks into the domestic joy that fills him at your smile.

“Have you at least told Lucy and George we’ll be out?” He hums, pulling the front door open to watch the rain fall harder and harder. The sidewalks are absolutely drenched now, and on the road the water is pooling and running along the sides. It’ll keep the ghosts at bay better if you stay out for too long, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“Of course,” You huff from behind him, slipping your arm around his. “George went upstairs to fetch a few books, but promised to come down and lock the door once we’re out. Lucy helped me get ready and said to have fun.”

“All that while I was taking my time getting pretty?” He shakes the umbrella and pops it open outside the door. A quick glance back at you has him enamoured all over again; the essence of you so clear in how you dress he can’t help but feel winded. “You look lovely, darling.”

“And you, Anthony, look dashing,” You whisper to him as you pull the front door closed behind you and you two finally set out. The rain hits the umbrella, harsher and harsher by the minute. “Let’s get walking; I’ll tell you where we’re going on the way.”

Lockwood hums and uses the hand with the elbow wrapped around yours to hold the umbrella up. He watches you purse your lips, and guesses right away that you have absolutely no idea where to go.

You confirm this when you finally say, “…I actually… hoped you might be able to choose?”

The laugh that spills out of him blooms first in his chest; hopelessly endeared by you and your antics. The rain splashes all about you but all he can hear is your beating hearts intertwined like a melody, the weather a fading instrument in the background. You giggle with him, and he falls in love with you all over again.

“Let’s head to the café then, I reckon neither of us have had breakfast, right?” You nod vigorously at the suggestion, beaming up at him in the way that makes his heart tumble and spin.

Rain showers down onto the pathways of gloomy London like a choir of splashes and splats; in the midst of the downpour a sole umbrella hides two people walking along the path. The melody they make is rather extraordinary in that it is not one intended to be anything but the sound of their hearts, laughter, and love meant to be heard by no one but them.

This, by far, is better than a good dream. This is a good day, and this good day has you.

A/N: Took a break from the series (plural) I’m working on to write this little drabble! Was rather enamoured by the idea, I think it’d be lovely to take someone out into the rain on a walk. Anyways! Thank you Anon for your request!! Very lovely <333

[silverryu25]

Ooooh I got another idea, so here we go: Day 4, Time Travel, plus the dialogue prompt "But what if we don’t burn alive? What if we just burn for each other? Isn’t that a possibility too?” I hope you like it! -Mystery

Thank you @mystery-fic-anon!! :D

This was a real brain-teaser honestly! A tough combo but I hope I managed to nail it XD

DAY 4 - Time Travel + “But what if we don’t burn alive? What if we just burn for each other? Isn’t that a possibility too?”

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Red growled out another swear as he paced from one side of the cell to the other, glaring daggers through the iron bars that lined one of the walls.

It was a damp and smelly place, worse than any of the nasty spots in the dump he used to hide in as a babybones in the underground. It made his bones itch and his nasal cavity flare in pure disgust he couldn’t get rid of even after a few hours in this clusterfuck of a prison.

Living on the surface really spoiled him when something like a nasty hole in the wall could sour his mood this badly.

If only he hadn’t been so eager to try the new invention he and Sans were playing around with, then this mess wouldn’t have happened. A time machine didn’t seem possible while they were stuck in the underground with limited resources, but once they reached the surface and the two undergrounds finally merged together (relatively) peacefully, there wasn’t much to do so Sans and Red started talking about everything and anything. Their talk eventually led to their backgrounds in science and engineering, then led to some experiments and finally resulted in them playing around with the machine from their basements. 

A time machine.

It took them a few years to get it to do what it was supposed to, but once they had all the kinks figured out, the only thing left to do was try it out. Unfortunately, Red might have jumped the gun just a tiny bit too early and pushed for an experiment that didn’t go exactly as planned and ended up with this fucking mess. A prison in some medieval shithole of a town full of witch hunting morons that took one look at them and immediately started one of their witch, or in their case monster, hunts.

Now here he was staring daggers at cell bars and contemplating how to get out of this angle forsaken hellhole.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a chuckle from behind him and his first instinct was to spin around and swear at the one making that sound, but he couldn’t. Not when the melodic and deep chuckle sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, stuck in one of the worst possible spots since he got out of the underground, yet he couldn’t even be properly angry at his partner in this mess.

Instead, he just turned a glare towards Sans, who just smiled brightly at him.

“come on, red.” Sans patted the seat next to him on the straw cowered plank. “you’ll walk a hole in the ground if you continue like that.”

“wha’ else ‘m i s’pposed ta do, sans?” Red growled out as he turned his eyelights back towards the bars.” “sittin’ ain’t gonna get us out.”

He could hear rustling behind him, but no footsteps. Sans probably sprawled on the pathetic excuse for a bed and played his usual lazybones routine. He’d be annoyed if he didn’t find Sans’ confidence kinda hot. But given their situation, he was too would up to really appreciate it at the moment.

“hole up here with me and we’ll figure stuff out together.”

Red didn’t miss the pun but he clenched his teeth to stop himself from snorting. This was no time to encourage Sans to joke around. They were in serious trouble.

“sans. they’r gonna burn us alive in a few ‘ours if we don’ get outta ‘ere.” 

There was no answer, the quiet somehow deafening. Red didn’t want to scare Sans, he was determined to get them out of this in one piece. But he needed to focus and if making scaring Sans to take the situation a bit more seriously was needed, he would do it. Anything to keep them safe with all their parts intact.

He wasn’t sure how fast bones burned and didn’t want to find out.

“but what if we don’t burn alive?” An uncharacteristic pause followed Sans’ words making Red turn to look at him with a raised browbone. “what if we just burn for each other? isn’t that a possibility too?”

Red’s cheekbones exploded with a crimson blush, lighting up their dark cell. Just as he realized that was another pun and almost shrugged it away as one of Sans’ usual jokes, he noticed a soft blue blush spreading on Sans’ cheeks. Sans looked almost shocked that those words came out of his mouth, as if his own tongue betrayed him.

Red carefully parted his teeth, ready to ask what the hell Sans was going on about when a loud crash rang through the hallway in front of their cell.

The guards.

They were coming to get them.

There wasn’t any time for Red to drill information out of Sans but he wouldn’t drop this.

Now he had to focus on getting them out and safe. After…

After that, Sans and him are gonna have a very burning chat about what he meant.

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Tada!! Hope you like :D

The setting is basically: Sans and Red played mad scientist, invented time machine, used it and ended up in the wrong time, got caught by medieval people that decided to burn the demons…

Red is all about “gotta get us out of this alive” while Sans is more in the “should I confess in case we don’t get out alive” type of headspace UwU

They will get out alive of course, but the accidental half-confession will definitely have consequences >;3

[yellow-leaf-clover]

(Sans is now open for asks! Just a couple things real quick however)

(As Sans is not the main focus here, he's not going to respond often as mentioned. This blog is mainly about the kids and Flowey I just really like playing Sans and wanted an excuse to. Think of it like how Geno Clover is a fun side thing except Sans is canon)

(It is important to note this is Pacifist Sans, and he's still trying to seem like that lazybones who can't fight to save his life. Even to omniscient anons he'll likely insist on keeping up this facade)

[voice-from-the-dialtone]

get up, you lazybones!!!

*helpful anon is pulling dialtones wrist, trying to get him off the couch... to no avail*

-helpful anon

Dialtone scritches Helpful behind the ear.

[doodler16]

Even when I didn't watch Hazbin Hotel ot Helluva Boss fully, i have some words to say regarding worldbuilding and design, i think...

The idea of multi-layered Hell may sound 'neat', but with writing plot holes and all, it wouldn't work when other souls going straight to Pride Ring and cutting off the opportunity to see other type of sinners besides Pride ones (if i did miss something...meh), so, why not just make Hell a flat disk (akin to Flat Earth or Discworld, or something similar concept of flatness) or - turn Seven Rings of Hell into Seven Sinful Moons that spin around Heaven (i could imagine this planet would've been outta clouds, floating plates with growing plants on it, and mash it up in solarpunk magitek aesthetic, besides whatever angelic tech they're using, cuz why not?)

We have only introduced to Biblical Hell's and Heaven's inhabitants (like succubus, hellhounds, imps, angels, cheerubs etc.), it's not hard to make some research (if you don't have enough energy or motivation) to add more than just Biblical Hell and Heaven, with precision take, so we could get more diverse Hell and Heaven (and not ending in worldbuilding dump situation. Also, why not expand eldritch beings a bit bigger here since we have vok Eldrich)

Why make Stolas as a baby and Paimon as a daddy to him, if you could've made them immortal ex-archangels that rebelled against heaven before they were banished (like in the book), so they could be related as 'cousins' by technically speaking (and imo, Emily and Charlie could've been a cousins too?

There are certain designs i may have liked (looks up at Sera's and Emily's grey skin as black, Alastor's twig like body and Bee's design. Coughs), but I won't deny that most designs are so bad, they could hurt your eyes, too hard to animate and just questioning, how do they even exist? Maybe I'll sound harsh or something, but Spindle Horse and Vivz had a chance to make a proper design (for instance give Hellhounds more diverse eye designs than just red sclera and red eyes - yellow and brown, bright pink, etc. Make some proper research of demons, angels and overall animals and clothing), but did she even listen? Nah! She thought she could do better designs than fan-arts (and certainly she made a slip here and crashed HARD by saying such arrogant and stupid words)

If HH and HB are happening in the same universe - at least there should be moments, scenes, even smallest details and hints to show some ongoing events in each show of the same universe (mayhaps I may have said tight or wrong, meh)

And I think that's all i had to say (tho it won't be last posts i may write down), tho you can point out or make a comment of what I've said or missed. And until next time, I'm out

Lazybones Anon

I dislike how Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are in the same universe. I even forgot that too. Like how Flaze said in his video how will it affect each universe.

[unu-nunu-art]

Thank you for all your kind words!!

I sometimes find a motivating and sweet ask in my inbox. I usually don’t respond to them right away, so instead, I figured I should answer them all at once this way. I hope this is okay .w.

So yes, I am always reading all of my asks, but I often can’t find the time to reply to all of them... which that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them! >u<

@cia192 and @lazybones-ertz Thank you, I’m glad you think so <3

@aylikibo This is one of the sweetest things I’ve heard so far! I’m always happy to inspire people with what I do, and I definitely want to try to keep this up ^u^

And lastly, to that wonderful anon... hello! *waves back* I know I’m late, but who knows, maybe you’re reading this, haha. I’m so happy I keep getting so many nice and supportive anons and in case you still wanna hug Template and Pale, remember: For Template, be gentle, not squeezing and also not longer than 3 seconds. Give him time to adjust, he’s fragile in this matter. Pale can be hugged anytime tho. ;D

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Dashi's emotions changing so fast from that laugh to a sad-seeming sigh, and Dashi trying to hide his identity and be along for a bit in general, really hit harder when you think about how this has to be shortly after Chase and Guan left him all alone.

Oh, Actually I wanted to make a separate post about it, but since you've asked I can write whatever I had in mind right here!

First of all, I hear you, my dear anon friend. No Chase and Guan in the first episode exploring the past would make us come to the conclusion their little group fell apart :( It hurts me deeply especially when I see good!chase fighting alongside his friends, smiling ;A; Stupid Bean.

Nevertheless, let's focus on Dashi. The show gave us no insight into how Dashi felt about Chase turning Evil. We have Chase, who was and is still content with his decision; he's living his best life and considers evil pretty satisfying. Guan, on the other hand, tried to 'save his friend' for many centuries but to no avail. And there's Dashi, who during his first appearance mentions nothing about the other two. Then, we see his ghost form and he makes a re-appearance in the last episode. This time with his friends. He seems pretty chill (yeah he trapped Wuya for the first time, so victory time), confident and one may say, with that little screentime the Mighty Trio got, Dashi fights with them as someone who knows their moves and trusts them wholeheartedly.

What a shame there is nothing more revealed about Dashi's relations with his teammates. Seriously, Dashi in the show isn't even allowed to say their names? But maybe this choice of making Dashi a mystery man isn't coincidental? There is a possibility it outlines how disconnected Dashi becomes from anything that's happening in the universe of Xiaolin Showdown.

Bear with me a little while. Dashi’s introduction from the very first episode of s1 is far different than the one in Days Past (e01s02). In e01s01 Grandmaster Dashi was presented as a fable, legend, someone so great he is almost perceived as devine. A hero who saved the world (mind you, no mention of Chase and Guan in the scroll) all solemn in his glory. And then Omi encounters a lazybones who would only sleep lol.

Not only this great warrior acts differently than in the scrolls, but also he’s not comfortable with fame. He shoos people away and wants to give Omi an autograph, so the little monk would leave him be.

There is so little to make out from one episode/ showdown, however we know several things:

1. He’s a light-hearted fella, who likes to prank people

2. Grand Master Dashi? More like PunMaster total disaster

3. And by disaster I mean It was a disaster that most of his clothes turned pink because of Dojo lol

4. he’s the fun guy. He wants to have fun. Children are fun, Omi is a kid…. I just love the way Dashi was messing with him ok? Big annoying uncle vibes.

5. And from that scene, anon mentions we see Dashi acting odd. He told a pun and suddenly went all gloomy.

This change of mood might be attributable to Chase and Guan’s disappearance from Dashi’s life. In my personal headcanon, Chase and Guan would often yell at Dashi every time he made a pun. I see Dashi as an ‘I-seek-attention’ kinda guy ‘but only from those I like’. Dashi keeps on annoying his bros because it’s his love language xDDD and seeing how mad Chase and Guan get – he feels encouraged haha. In reality, the other two adore his antics, although in fear he would act like a fool 24/7 they think they’re ‘toning him down’ by showing displeasure xD

‘bro ur jokes lame. Cease it’ ‘haha nope’

and this game goes on and on.

Without them, Dashi has no one to ‘bother’. Add guilt and knowledge Guan wants to be on his own and every puzzle piece is its place.

Just look at this man. He misses his friends. And I understand him. What's the point of telling jokes if no one will laugh (or get mad) at them? Laughing alone ain't fun. heck, being alone ain't fun. I bet that the only person (ehem dragon) that keeps Dashi sane is Dojo. However, he can't give him what Chase and guan had and that's another issue that's bugging our grandmaster.

When you look at it this way, the story of every person in the Mighty trio bears something tragic. But let's stick to Dashi. I really like fanbase interpretations of Dashi, such as @writerkatsblog's idea that Wuya and Dashi were a couple, which makes Dashi an even more tragic character. Just imagine: your girlfriend turns out to be an evil witch you have to fight. Being a leader ain't easy either. You have to rebuild every village your ex destroys. Yes, you make nice magical artifacts. People praise you, but also put pressure on you and your teammates to end it once and for all. Eventually, you manage to defeat the love of your life. One more sacrifice made. Chase and Guan get more competitive, both feeling inadequate and you don't know what else to do to resolve their conflict. Next what happens really destroys you: one of your friends gets cursed and you haven't noticed. The other one blames you for not noticing. There is nothing else to save, so you let go of that remaining bond, for the greater good. For the greater good, you hide shen gong wu. For the greater good you move into the shadows, writing down revamped version of the story for the next generations. It's only you and your loyal dragon-pet-friend. With every journey, you get more tired showing more and more problems away, but they won't disappear. They pile up until they hit you the hardest. Battles won't satisfy you anymore because you have no one to celebrate them. You joke around as a coping mechanism, but there is no joy to that if you don't share a laugh with those you consider close. You suffer more, for the greater good.

So, In my personal opinion, Dashi chose to die as the ultimate ' I can't deal with this anymore' surrender. That's why Guan is nice and fine and alive, while Dashi appears in the ghost form in the present times.

Given that, I agree with anon it really hits harder when you look at that fading smile. It's the smile of someone who has lost everything and is afraid that he can lose more even though he has nothing left. Yet another example of a successful person who, in reality, is most unhappy. I bet that's why he despises people recognizing him in the crowd. To some extent, he doesn't want that recognition in order to not get overwhelmed by his 'fans', but the real reason he prefers to remain anonymous is a bit of shame mixed with grief. After all, the best battles Dashi took part in were with people he should have long ago forgotten about. The problem is, he can't.

To sum up, Dashi is a man of contradictions: starting from how he decided to lie here and there to leave his comrades out of the story with Wuya and ending with his tendency 'to toss problems away' (just look at all the shen gong wu. Now the monks have to collect them with the help of an old dragon and scroll, no other means of guidance from Dashi) Ultimately he realized he's the biggest problem, so he got rid of himself, also in the name of the greater good.

Very gruesome way to finish the post, but yeah that's my take on Mr jokester with a tragic backstory. Thanks for reading it!

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

So I'm actually about to go to bed, and I got the notifications for your posting like right before lol. But before I do, because it's on my mind rn, what about Edge (was that your name for him I've already taken my sleep meds) and any other boys of your choice with an s/o who just has the shittiest sleep schedule around? Some days they wake up at 2am, others at 10pm, the amount of time they're up can range from 9-30 hours, once slept for 22 hours, is always exhausted

(no I'm not describing myself how dare you accuse me of such a thing)

I would actually kinda like to see like a specific answer of how they'd react to s/o being asleep for a solid 22 hours being that is kinda,,,,,, concerning,,,,,,,,,,,

~ Sincerely, a very much not sleep deprived Carpal Tunnel Anon thank you very much ~

JHjhfdjbhsfdhjbsfd I felt this on a spiritual level

UT + US + UF PAPYRUS WHEN S/O HAS A FUCKED UP SLEEP SCHEDULE

CINNAMON (UNDERTALE PAPYRUS)

This isn’t healthy for you, you know! Humans need their sleep! And they need lots of it, too! Just because he can mess around with his sleep schedule as much as he wants, that doesn’t mean you can too.

Very concerned and very openly states that. He might try to get you to go to bed by pretending he needs sleep but can’t sleep without you, which you both know isn’t true (especially since he doesn’t need that much sleep and he has said so before--)

Tries to prevent you from having such unhealthy sleeping patterns but- but you’re so tired so he just can’t bring himself to wake you up sometimes!

But this time you’ve, erm, been asleep for quite a while. Is this normal?

After double, then triple, checking that you’re fine and not, in fact, dead/dying, he’ll stay pretty calm. Though he will probably try to wake you up, but if that doesn’t work, he’ll just hang around you all day until you do wake up.

You know, you were starting to really worry him there. You should really be less careless about your own health!

He may nag his brother for being a lazybones, but you clearly aren’t that, given you’ll sometimes just go past your limit and stay awake for more than what is healthy to do things, so he won’t complain over your laziness. He’ll complain about you being too reckless instead.

Overall, I’d say he’s - surprisingly - the best out of the three on this list at handling it.

STRETCH (UNDERSWAP PAPYRUS)

lol him too

Honestly, he’s just as bad as you when not kept in check by Blue. Poor Blue now has to make sure both of you don’t kill yourselves with your bad habits smh

Stretch is, however, a big ass hypocrite who will try to tell you to go to sleep at the right time but he won’t really push it. If you point out that he’s definitely not keeping a healthy sleeping pattern either, he’ll pull the “I’m a monster”-card to say he doesn’t need sleep in the same way you do. (Sure, Stretch. Sure.)

He gets some anxiety sometimes over your sleeping schedule but is usually not too bothered by it.

Until he realises you’ve been asleep for 22 hours.

He must have been away doing something for at least 6 hours for this to happen to begin with, because he would wake you up after 15 hours of nonstop sleeping due to his anxiety about you slipping into a coma or dying or something.

Lowkey has an anxiety attack while desperately shaking you awake.

When you wake up, somewhat disoriented, he can finally calm down. He does try to scold you, but it’s hard to feel like you’re actually being scolded when his voice is shaking as much as his hands are.

Please reassure him you’re not dying lol

EDGE (UNDERFELL PAPYRUS)

Concerned for you. He won’t say it out loud, but he shows it through his actions.

Like nagging you to go to bed at a certain time every night and waking you up at a certain time in the morning. It’s all about routine!

But then that doesn’t work and you get severely sleep-deprived most of the time because you just. Can’t. Sleep.

So he’ll allow you to have those long sleeps, because he knows you need rest, and as much as it bothers him that your sleep schedule is so… questionable, he’ll do his best to make sure you actually do get sleep. Even if that means you have to sleep in. (He’ll complain, but there’s no real heat in it.)

And when you just?? Sleep for 22 hours straight??? He’s super worried. Like, lowkey panicking after the first 16 hours. Googles it and tries to wake you up, checks your pulse, considers taking you to the hospital, but ends up waiting for a bit.

21 hours in. Google lied, didn’t it? You’re going to die. Oh my god you’re going to die and Edge is just letting it happen, fuck you are going to the hospital NOW-

You wake up on the way to the hospital.

Well, this is��� awkward.

[kiefbowl]

Kyle Ritte house did nothing wrong 🇺🇲

you can think that but whats sending me an anon going to do about it. go join his legal team if you’ve got so much to say lazybones

[serpentinesarang]

the rest is a secret

pairing: hyunjin (hwang hyunjin) x fem reader

genre: relationship!au, detailed smut

word count: 1983

content warnings: first-time sex (virginity can be implied if desired), unprotected sex (reader on contraception), mild swearing, lil bit of dom-y hyunjin

summary: it’s been three months with your boyfriend hyunjin, and he’s been patiently waiting to spice things up. when he accidentally encounters post-shower reader, he seizes the opportunity to do so.

a/n: requested by anon. thanks for your patience :)

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I can’t believe he’s taking me somewhere special for dinner tonight! you squeal in your mind, wrapping up a hot shower. You wring out the remaining soap from your loofah before turning off the water and drying off.

You think back to the text from Hyunjin you’d woken up to: Dress up for dinner tonight... the rest is a secret. Have a good day, baby. Sighing with delight, you wrap your hair up and go about your body lotion routine, making sure to use the one Hyunjin had gifted you on your two-month anniversary. Might as well go all out... you think.

Just as you’re reaching for your face products, you hear a sharp knock at the door. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and you’ve got nothing on the agenda besides dinner with Hyunjin, so who the hell is trying to bother you?

With an exasperated huff, you throw on the thin robe hanging off the bathroom door and step into the hallway, but your heart nearly drops to your intestines as you hear the electronic beeping of your front door passcode being punched in. The keypad sings its little opening tune, and you’re too frozen with panic to process the door swinging open and showing none other than your sweet boyfriend.

Oblivious, Hyunjin closes the door behind him like business as usual then glances up and locks eyes with you across the way. His mouth falls ajar, his spine shifts up, and he stops himself from getting closer.

“Y-you gave me the code last week... Remember?” he asks in a soft, almost scared tone. 

You let out the breath you’d been holding this whole time, your hands uncontrollably flying up to fist your hair out of sheer relief. “Yes!” you reply breathlessly. “I just... forgot about it, I guess...”

Smiling, Hyunjin pads over, stopping a few feet before you. “You freaked me out with that look on your face, baby.”

You pause for a moment, still trying to piece together why his presence doesn’t quite feel right. What’s he doing here before dinner? He’d disappeared after that text anyway, so you’d figured he was just gonna spend the day working.

“I’m sorrrry,” you chuckle sheepishly, bouncing a heel against the floor. “I wasn’t expecting to see you for, like, another hour or two.”

Hyunjin takes your hands in his, thumbs stroking your knuckles. “This was part of my plan: surprise you before dinner.”

Oh. Shit. He did explicitly allude to that in his text this morning.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here then,” you reply with a sweet smile.

His eyes do that adorable crescent moon thing as he matches your grin while squeezing your fingers in random patterns. “Dork. You smell good, by the way.” 

Then his eyes flick downward to the white robe you’d haphazardly tied around yourself. This is the first time in your relationship that he’s seeing you wearing something more revealing than work or street clothes or pajamas. And he digs it a lot so far.

Resuming eye contact, Hyunjin asks with puppy-dog eyes, “Did I interrupt anything?”

Missing his well-veiled insinuation, you answer, “Not at all. I just got out of the shower, actually.”

Dropping your hands and instead placing his on your waist, Hyunjin says in a hushed voice, “Do you know how sexy you look right now?”

You gently grasp his forearms, feeling a tingle of excitement course through your nerves. “No... Tell me more.” You stare up at him with growing determination, your intuition screaming that this is a make-or-break moment, and god are you ready. Three months of just making out and dry-humping is torture.

“Nah,” he murmurs before craning his neck to plant a long, deep kiss on your lips. He pulls less than an inch away, his lips literally still atop yours. “You already know.”

At that, you cup his cheeks and mash your lips back together. A pang of desperation flashes within your chest as he molds his torso against yours and wraps his arms around your back, so you part your lips to meet tongues.

You’ve wanted this since the one-month mark because you and Hyunjin just click, and the level of physical magnetism between you has always been unbearably high. He’s truly your best friend, more so than your few girlfriends. You don’t need to think this through because now it feels right.

A few moments have passed. Hyunjin has carried and plopped you dead center on your bed. Looming over on all fours, he bores his eyes into yours with a nearly palpable kind of lust.

“Do you want me to undress?” he asks.

You smile. “I don’t care either way, baby. I’m just thrilled this is happening.”

Hyunjin smirks before tugging off his hoodie (no undershirt, that lazybones) and coming back down to tenderly kiss you. You feel the knot around your waist loosening, but he only moves the robe off your chest. Oh so delicately, he palms the underside of one of your breasts while bracing himself with the other hand.

You whimper when he kisses a sensual, painfully slow trail down your neck, stopping near the top of your other breast to gently suck and kiss. Both hands greedily rolling your breasts now, he slithers back to your lips, being a little more careless this time around.

Feeling your hunger exploding, you undo his jeans and slide a hand in, grasping his throbbing, girthy dick. Hyunjin groans into your mouth and thrusts his hips deeper into your touch, begging you wordlessly. So you oblige by slowly pumping his shaft and snaking your free hand in and around to grab a supple butt-cheek.

“Baby,” he whispers between kisses. “Harder―please.”

Trying not to smirk too much, you grant his request, maybe just a liiiittle too much pressure, but you reason that he’s way too turned on at this point. You even pick up the pace to a steady rhythm, occasionally caressing that butt-cheek.

Still feverishly making out with you, Hyunjin emits a deliciously drawn out moan against your lips, and he switches to tenderly pinching your nipples between his fingertips, which causes you to moan too. Now you can feel the precum gathering on your palm.

“Jinnie,” you pull away, “I’m as ready as you are.” Your eyes dart down to his dark pink tip bobbing in and out of view then back to his flushed face.

“Good,” he breathes out. “’Cause I want you bad.” 

With that, he pulls himself upright, forcing you to stop pumping him, as he scoots down your thighs to move aside the rest of your robe, finally giving him what he wants: your nude, freshly showered body all for him.

You can see his eyes actually glazing over with desire as he shamelessly assesses you, his hands trembling over you as if he can’t believe this isn’t his nightly handjob fantasy.

“Hyunjin, why are you shaking? Are you nervous?” you ask, starting to doubt yourself.

“No, I’m so fucking over the moon right now I don’t know what to do,” he replies, a seductive airiness in his voice.

You pause, taking his words into consideration. “That’s okay, babe. Why don’t we take the rest off?”

Within seconds, your robe is chucked to the floor along with his jeans and underwear. You climb on top of Hyunjin and sit on his thighs, his beautiful erection lying like a stone against his flat stomach as he strokes your own thighs with his moistening palms. 

“Can I touch you?” you ask, doing your best to keep your excitement from bubbling over.

“Please touch me,” he murmurs with expectant eyes, bringing his hands to your hips.

With the pad of your index finger, you trace a line up his veiny shaft from the base, and Hyunjin loudly exhales when you graze over the sensitive frenulum. Now, you lightly run your dominant hand up his shaft, pausing to dig his tip in circles against your palm.

“You’re teasing me...” Hyunjin whines, gripping your hips even tighter in his big hands.

You smirk. “What should I do then?”

He simply burns you with a narrow-eyed gaze, either mentally swearing about how ridiculously hot you look on top or carefully choosing his words.

Completely flipping the situation, though, he overpowers you with zero struggle, barreling you both over so he can loom above you again.

“I’ll tell you what you can do,” he responds in a dangerously husky tone while he captures your wrists in one of his hands and roughly pins them against the pillows. “You’re gonna have the best night of your life,” he growls, knocking your legs apart with his knee.

And without skipping a beat, Hyunjin pushes into you with his other hand pressed horizontally against your abdomen to feel his length poking upward from within your flexible, very aroused walls. And it does, causing an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp to escape your mouth.

Hyunjin freezes, bringing that hand to your cheek, still tightly clutching your wrists in the other. “Tell me when,” he whispers, eyes roving all over your expression of combined surprise and newfound pleasure.

You take this moment to push your chin up and open-mouth kiss him a few times before whispering your permission while he tries to palm one of your breasts: “Go, Hyunnie.”

Off he goes into a decent, far-from-slow pace, rolling his hips effortlessly into your wet core just enough to avoid slamming your cervix. Luckily for him, this is exactly where your G-spot rests.

“HYUNjin,” you huff as he adds more pressure to his thrusts, bumping into your spot every other second.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks in a breathy voice.

You can’t control your eyes rolling back in their sockets when he finally increases his speed, full-on hammering into your pussy now. “Nothing—oh fUCk—”

“Ohhh okay, that means ‘don’t stop,’” Hyunjin interrupts, looking at you smugly.

You regain control of your eyes long enough to meet his devilish expression with your own. “You can do better.”

The very millisecond his brain processes those haughty words, his eyes nearly boggle out of his skull before he laces his hands with yours and throws them down parallel to your shoulders. To sweeten the deal even more, he uses the same knee to slide under your thigh and push your leg up as far as he can press with his torso, which—at the marvelous new angle Hyunjin’s even harder dick is kissing your sweet spot now—sends you into your first vaginal orgasm.

Watching your chest uncontrollably convulse with euphoria, Hyunjin open-mouth grins out of both pride and arousal, pushing himself to let up on the speed but max out on pressure, definitely slamming your cervix with each purposeful thrust. At this, your own mouth flies open in a silent scream, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“BabyIneedtocum,” Hyunjin groans in one mashed-together word before conjoining your mouths with messy kisses and tongue-sucking straight out of porn.

“I’m on birth control,” you sigh against his hair as he licks your neck. “Cum in me, Jinnie.”

You hear the most guttural, pussy-throbbing groan from him because that’s all he needs: your sexy, fucked-out voice (as if it wasn’t already naturally sexy to him) telling him to go ahead and paint your tight cave of wonders white. 

All in less than a second, Hyunjin releases your hands, wraps his arms around your body, presses himself against you with all the energy he has left, and digs his already pulsing dick as deep as possible. You’ve been unknowingly clenching on him this whole time in the wake of your heart-stopping orgasm, so he spends a good twenty seconds holding you, taken hostage by his own unbridled pleasure.

Panting as if he’d hiked five miles in the mountains, he pulls himself off of you, cups your flushed face in his warm hands, and says, “And it’s not even close to dinnertime.”