#bc my eyelids are so hooded and weird

[sunnywalnut]

For those of you that want to know how to actually write these things:

-people are likely to forget things that have happened anywhere from an hour to a couple days ago. Like long term vs short term memory, you know? At least for me personally, while the information is "transferring" into long term, it gets fuzzy. (I'm also Neurodiverse so perhaps it's bc of the autism) But also. Getting hurt. Hurts. Your brain is likely already preoccupied with the fact your big toe is fuckin broken rather than remembering what happened two weeks ago at a specific diner with a specific man you said two words to. Your brain can also add in details that weren't there at all. Like how the salt shaker was on the other end of the table and that's why the man handed it to you. Rather than what actually happened of him handing it to you because your hands were full. Use this to your advantage. Especially when writing unreliable narrator. This happens in real life more often than you realize.

-even if you "miss" important parts and don't cause a concussion, you'll likely be bruised, have a headache, and open wounds. Because the skin on your face is actually pretty thin and fragile. Especially around the eyes and temples. Facial wounds tend to heal really nicely tho so it's okay to "ugly up" your characters for the drama and not keep scars. Some people do scar pretty easily tho(like me) so it's completely valid to give them scars for the drama as well. Some people will scar bc of muscle tape(like me) or bug bites(also like me). Though these scars are usually just discoloration that fades within a couple years.

-water HURTS. Also your eyes are going to burn. They're going to burn so bad. You know how wind burns your eyeballs and makes them water? Yeah it's like that but worse. Considering how cold/how much moisture is in the air, it can feel like it is stabbing your bare skin. Your neck, your eyelids, your wrists and hands, wherever it can get to it. Also how the water hits you is very important. If you flop on your back/front, you're likely going to be winded. Being winded in the middle of water is very dangerous. You'll likely suck in some water. That shit burns. You'll cough. You'll probably suck in more water. This is how you start drowning. You really can't prepare for this. Though there are ways to stop this response. I recommend actually looking up stories from survivors because they have wayyyy more in depth descriptions than I do.

-police aren't taught how to deescalate. They're taught to expect the worst of all situations (all politics aside. Again. I would do actual research on these kinds of situations. Especially police brutality and violence. Videos are going to be helpful in research as well. Especially on how to get realistic pacing/dialogue)

-homemade rafts are NOT prepared for harsh waves. And also. If you don't have ways to fix your sails, you'll likely just drift wherever the water takes you(if it takes you anywhere) also sunlight reflects off water. This means you can get a mean sunburn and also your eyeballs can be affected. Same thing with snow. This is why people sometimes are told to wear sunglasses in snowy climates. This can also cause hallucinations (it's actually very common on long voyages and likely are the source of sirens/mermaids)

-it's completely impossible to nail everything about a stranger. They could be "acting weird" bc they're autistic rather than dangerous. Or be going through withdrawals from something as simple as smoking. Or indigenous vs Hispanic or black. Or not white and still have bright green eyes. Human brains are weird. I've had people claim I have anywhere from red to bright platinum blonde hair when my natural hair color is actually just light brown with a VERY light red tint. I've fully thought my own crush I had as a kid had dark brown eyes when they had bright BLUE eyes. And I knew this kid for like. 2 years at this point. Factor in things like horrible lighting, hooded eyes making their eyes look darker, not realizing somebody has freckles until later, mislabeling a hairstyle (especially if it's a cultural hair style and the person describing them to police or whoever is somebody who is not from that culture. They'll probably go for describing it rather than trying to name it if they know they're not gonna be right)

-I've never hijacked a computer so you're kinda on your own here. However. I'd assume that you'd need some type of USB or something to download some kind of "poison" to their database (at least that's just what I've seen as of lately)

-the whole point of IVs is that they're in your veins. They're there to keep them open to administer saline/medicine directly into your blood stream. Unless you get those plastic ones where the needle itself is taped down and attached to a tube that is then screwed onto the drip. To remove without removing the actual needle, just squeeze the hard plastic(to hold in place, I'd guess? I've only ever seen this when I was in the hospital and they did it to me) and untwist the top. But uh. This still leaves the needle intact. And it actually does hurt if you bang or nudge it on anything. Afterwards. It also hurts like hell if they put these in wrong. Like it's pinching really hard. They can adjust them, but not by much. It still pinches. Really bad.

-that's just like throwing a man in ancient Rome. So many men together, sweating, laughing, sharing flasks of whisky by the same lips, watching the alcohol glisten off the curve of your partner's lips in the light of bonfire flame... You're telling me you wouldn't fall in love if your best friend slept not even two inches away underneath the glowing night sky? Watching his breath rise and fall with sleep, his sweat soured hat drawn over his brow to save him from the morning light? Tending to your mate when he's injured, staying behind with him knowing that the rest have to go on without you both? You're telling me you wouldn't shift a bit closer? Laugh a bit louder? Offer him a few more sips from your share? You'd fall in love with him faster than the shooting star you wished upon last night, hoping to one day grow familiar with the taste of his lips.

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

[biolums]

i did my makeup last night and now i feel like a normal human being again. killing stabbing murdering which ever deity made makeup my creative outlet. do they KNOW how inconvenient that is for me

[artemfication]

Experiment gone wrong

They/them, GN-reader, not proofread, sfw, reader has electro vision and is from Inazuma. Tiny bit of angst (kaeya), established relationship, kaeya gets turned into a kid by albedo on accident, no weird stuff happens I promise! I have recycled this from my wattpad genshin book bc i use that app to write down my ideas quickly lmao, I’m ranting again, pls enjoy this kaeya fluff!

'Oh...I don't think this was suppose to happen...' the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius rubs his chin as he looks down on the result of his latest experiment.

'M-Mister Albedo....what happened to Sir Kaeya?' Sucrose, his assistant, asks surprised and anxious at the same time.

'Please take him to Klee's room for a bit and put him on the bed. I will have to contact...his now caregiver...'

‘And he volunteerd?’

'Yes.'

'And you didn't think this would have had any consequences?'

'Well...I mean...every experiment has it's consequence-'

'It was a rhetorical question.' Y/n signs as they pinche the bridge of their nose. Instead of having a nice day off, their idiot of a boyfriend gave himself as a lab rat and now he has turned into a literal child! This feels illegal...

'I hope you're positive about being able to develop a cure for this within a day...'

'Of course, please make sure he stays safe until we have created a cure for him.' Albedo nods and he leaves the room with Sucrose, leaving them alone with the sleeping child. Perhaps they should ask Diluc if he still has the children clothes he and Kaeya used to wear. Fingers crossed he didn't throw them away.

'Kaeya...?' They kneel down beside the bed and carefully shakes the boy's arm to wake him up.

'Kaeya....?' They repeat and they sees his eyelid move, before it opens to reveal the beautiful deep blue iris with the starry pupil.

'Hey darling....' They greet him softly as he hums sleepily, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up to sit.

'Where am I? Who are you?'

'You're in a room from the Knights of Favonius of Mondstadt. I'm Y/n, I always take care of you.'

'A-Are you my nanny...' they can tell he is a little nervous, yet oh so polite. He wasn't wrong when he told them people loved him as a kid, because he was so well-mannered.

'Please, just call me Y/n. No need to be formal with me, I'm not that old yet. And yes, I'm your nanny.' They chuckle and sit down beside him.

'Do you remember anything?'

'Not really...all I know is that I have...a brother and my dad.'

'Do you remember what he looks like?' They ask, trying to find out if he remembers his biological or adoptive father.

'He has long red hair and is very tall, he owns the Dawn Winery...so that would mean, that's my home!'

Oh Archons...

At least there is nothing wrong with his memory.

'I see...I'm happy your memory is still okay. Your dad asked me to take care of you since your brother is uhm...' this will be risky. But they can't tell him the truth or it will mess him up badly.

'Your brother went to Fontaine, as he needs to learn how to become a good knight in the future. Therefore he needs to know what's good and what's bad. And your father is busy with the tavern, but we could pay him a visit? We need to tell him you're okay after you hit your head when you were playing around Windrise, you scared me when you passed out. Luckily the healer told me you won't have any aftereffects.'

That's so evil...but they would love to see how Diluc is with kids as he is usually a very...stoic man.

'O-okay, but...can I hold your hand?'

'I'll carry you, it's not that far...but..' they grab a small cloak Albedo left them and hand it to little Kaeya.

'You have to wear this. Your dad doesn't want to risk people recognizing you. Otherwise they will touch you without permission and that is forbidden.'

'Oh....'

'They're not bad people...' they kneel before him, putting the cloak over his shoulders, before pulling the hood over his head.

'You are just too beautiful for people to believe that you're real.'

It's not a lie, but they can't risk people seeing him in this form, it will send him into confusion, but they don’t want him to have a panic attack as well.

'I-is it okay if I sleep on the way?' Kaeya asks as they have hoisted him on their back.

'Of course, if you're tired, you should always sleep. After all, a kid like you needs to sleep lots to be able to grow well.' They make sure he has the hood pulled over far enough, before leaving the headquarters as quietly as possible.

As soon as they’ve opened the tavern door, they are met by the winery owner, putting back some bottle and glasses.

'We're closed.'

'I have a problem.'

'What is it?' He asks and they nod towards the sleeping child on their back.

'He doesn't know about your dad...' they whisper and Diluc pulls the hood off to reveal a sleeping child Kaeya.

'The hell did you do to him?' He asks as he carefully takes the boy off their back to put him on an old couch.

'It was Albedo, he volunteered to be a lab rat and well...'

'The knights again.....'

'Just come here and I'll tell you what you need to do.'

They gesture for him to come to the bar and lean forward to whisper in his ear, telling him everything and anything they made up to avoid panic and confusion.

'Listen, he thinks you're your dad. He doesn't know anything. He has the memories of his twelve year old self, way before all of it happened. So please, don't make him panic...'

Diluc signs, shaking his head as he curses at the Knights for being so reckless and idiotic. But seeing little Kaeya reminds him of how close they were when they were younger. Glued to the hip, playing, sleeping, learning and exploring together. They were inseparable...until that one night...

'Listen, I-'

'Dad?' Kaeya's small voice interrupts Diluc and the red head looks down to see the kid has woken up again.

'You're awake, how are you feeling?'

'A little better...are you done with work?'

From a small distance, Y/n sees how Diluc's eyes have softened at the sight of little Kaeya and they have a small smile as they watches them interact.

'Dad? Since when did you shave?' Y/n almost chokes at the sudden question and covers their mouth to stop themselves from laughing.

'I shaved it when you were still asleep. Remember, I always leave at dawn.'

'Oh right...dad, when will Diluc come back?'

'Within a few weeks, Fontaine is quite far after all.'

'If you're done with work, we can go home, right?' Diluc looks from Y/n to Kaeya and back, making them just nod, telling him to just say yes and take him home.

'Why don't you go ahead with Y/n? I will finish cleaning and you can ask the maids to make your favorite food.' At that moment, Kaeya's stomach growls, making the boy smile sheepishly.

'I will dad, don't worry. I'll see you later.'

As Kaeya is getting ready to go to the Dawn Winery, Diluc leans over to Y/n who offers him her ear to listen.

'I'll send out a falcon to deliver a message to the staff so they're aware and won't spill anything. In the mean time, make sure you take your time getting there, stall him a little if you can.'

'I can't promise you anything, but I'll try to...' they mutter. Shortly after, they leave Mondstadt to walk to the winery and on their way, Y/n tries to get little Kaeya to trust them a little more as he is incredibly quiet. He has told them how he used to be such a shy person until he received his vision. Quite the turn of events...but perhaps becoming more confident meant protecting himself from noisy people. Because even though they've been together for a couple of years, he is still a mystery to them.

'M(x) Y/n, you have a vision right?'

'Yeah, I do. Why do you ask?' Kaeya suddenly stops walking and they stop as well to turn around with a questioning look.

'Because...Diluc also got his vision...but do you think I will get one too?' Oh no...

'Do you know what they say in Inazuma about visions?' They ask and kneel before him as he shakes his head.

'One's vision represents one's ambition. What they mean by that is, people with an ambition that appeals the gods will be granted a vision. The vision is suppose to be an aid for pursuing the said ambition.'

'But...how do you know your ambition? How do you find it?' They chuckle lightly and they take his hand to start walking again while Kaeya gives them a confused look.

'There are many ways you can discover your ambition. Your vision depends on your ambition. Let's say, an anemo vision. The god of anemo, Barbatos, is the god of freedom. To have a chance to obtain an anemo vision, your ambition must be to Barbatos' liking.'

'So how did you get your vision?'

'Me? I'm not sure. The Raiden Shogun is the god of eternity. But I'm not sure in what way my ambitions have anything to do with her desires. One day I was preparing to board the Crux Fleet to travel to Liyue. I was one of the Captain's Fleet protectors. I was simply enjoying the view at sea. When I was about to grab my food from my backpack, I found the electro vision.'

'Then what are your ambitions?'

They chuckle at his curiosity and they secretly wish his adult self would have maintained that curiosity. But sadly, nothing really impresses Kaeya that easily anymore. Even if he says it impressed him, his tone doesn't match his words.

'My ambitions...I just don't want to be lonely...but I like to be alone at the same time. The people I care about fall under my protection and I would do anything to prevent them from getting harmed.' As they spoke those words they have reached the Dawn Winery where they get greeted by the maids.

'M(x) Y/n, Young Master Kaeya, pleased to see you have returned in good health, we have already prepared Young Master Kaeya's favorite dish for dinner.'

'Fruity Skewers?! Woah, I haven't eaten those in a long time!'

'Well, how about you go and eat-'

'I'm back.' A heavy voice interrupts and both turn their heads to see Diluc entering the mansion as well.

'You're fast.'

'I was almost finished when you came in, so it was only a matter of time.'

'Dad, look! They made my favorite food!'

'I see, how about we go eat, hmm?' Something about Diluc acting like a dad makes him look more soft-spoken and happier. He is usually so stiff and...emotionless...

'I also received a letter addressed to you.' He hands Y/n a letter and they nod quietly as the takes it from him.

'You guys can start dinner, I'll be outside for a little while...taking care of some other stuff...'

Leaving the two to have some proper family time, they close the big door behind then and sit down on the stone fence to open up the letter, which is sealed with the Favonius symbol.

'They're quick...' they mumble as they read. Albedo has managed to make an antidote and it should be ready by tomorrow. So he is asking them to come to the headquarters so they can give it to Kaeya and get him back to his present self. As much as they love to see happy-go-lucky kid Kaeya and the way Diluc is treating him so warmly, it's not fair for kid Kaeya. At some point he'll have to find out everything, so it's best to go back to how things were and just hope that maybe, some day, the brothers will make up and become as close as they were once before.

They feed the falcon as a reward and rip a paper from their journal to write back a reply to the alchemist, stating that they will be there tomorrow around nine.

After sending the falcon back, they go inside again to join Diluc and Kaeya for dinner. Kid Kaeya is so different from his adult self. He did tell them what he was like as a kid, but seeing it with their own eyes makes them feel sad. If only he was still so bright and full of life as an adult as he was as a kid. To this day, all they know is that he turned to drinking to sooth his pain.

—

'So tomorrow he'll be back to normal again?' Y/n turns their head to see Diluc walk up to them as they are watching in de doorway over a sleeping Kaeya.

'Yes...'

'You're not happy?'

'I am...it's just sad to see him go back into hiding behind this mask...in the two years we've been together, not once did he show me real enthusiasm or any other emotion that wasn't related to him being confident and prideful....'

'Maybe talk to him about it?' They scoff at his suggestion. Since when did The Diluc Ragnvindr think talking was a good idea? He himself doesn't even like to talk!

'I will talk to him about it...if you start trusting people a little more.'

'I don't nee-'

'Yes, you do. Open up little by little. I saw the look on your face when you saw Kaeya being a kid....I know you want to find answers about your dad, but that doesn't mean you should close yourself off and assume every single person you meet will leave you.'

'But I don't...I don't find anyone interesting...'

'Jean.'

'Jean?'

'Yeah, Jean.' Diluc looks stupidly confused, almost making them laugh at his dumbfounded face. They have never seen anyone looking that lost. Let alone Mondstadt's most desired bachelor.

'You two would look pretty cute...'

'Shut up.'

'I'm just say-'

'You will not speak of whatever happened today, or I will personally throw you into one of Natlan's volcanos.'

'I would like to see you try.' He simply huffs in response, before leaving to do his usual Dark Knight Hero stuff and right before they are about to close the door, they hear sniffing from the bed and Kaeya's small voice.

'M(x) Y/n...?'

'Did I wake you?'

'No...I was just having a bad dream...'

'Do you want some water?' A moment of silence, before Kaeya responds shyly with a request.

'W-will you stay with me...?'

'If you want me to...are you scared?'

'Yes...Diluc used to always sleep next to me so the bad dreams wouldn't come. But now that he is away, they keep coming back...'

They sit down on the floor next to his bed to softly run their fingers through his hair, hoping for him to calm down and go back to sleep again.

'You're safe here, Kaeya. I promise.' So it appears he's been having these nightmares since childhood...

The way he asked for them to stay hasn't changed either...they remember, before they were dating, Kaeya would sneak into their room through the window to find comfort. They always ended up cuddling him to sleep. And whenever they were over at his place, he always asked them to sleep over so he could cling himself onto them, face buried in their neck. Apparently the perfume they always wear is calming to him.

—

'Y/n~' a voice sing songs playfully as someone is poking their finger against their cheek. They moan tiredly and peek carefully to see who is waking them.

'Why were you sleeping on the floor, love?' instead of a little kid, they see a grown Kaeya looking at them in amusement, knelt down beside then on the floor.

Upon realizing, they immediately pull him into a tight embrace, making him let out a laugh as he hugs them back just as tight.

'You idiot, what were you thinking, offering yourself to be Albedo's test subject?!'

'I thought it would be fun...but what happened? Why are we at the winery?'

'I'll tell you...once we get home..'

'What about Diluc, he's not back yet?'

'I am.' Both turn their heads to the door to see the red head having his arms crossed, looking like his usual cold self.

'Don't you guys have to be at the Favonius headquarters?' The second to last word spewed out like it was poison.

'Oh, right, we have to tell Albedo.'

'And here I thought I could have a nice breakfast-'

'We can get that at Good Hunter, now let's go you dumbass.' Y/n drags their boyfriend out of the winery, yelling a thank you to Diluc and when the door closes, the ex-cavalry captain has a small smile om his lips. At least Kaeya found someone who makes him happy and comforts him. Something he failed to do...

—

'Albedo!'

'M(x) Y/n and sir Kaeya...'

'He turned back to his old self over night! He seems fine so I don't think the cure is needed.'

'That's a relief. At least we have an antidote in case something similar happens again.' They then turn to Kaeya with their hands on their hips, giving him a heavily displeased glare. He isn't scared of many things and his partner is normally their usual confident, smart , cute — and in the back of his mind, pretty damn sexy — self. But the glare he is receiving now is giving him goosebumps in fear.

'And you...' they begin, their eyes now turning purple. 'You get three seconds to run, before I hunt you down and throw you into the Cider Lake off Mondstadt's highest point.'

'3...'

'I gotta go!'

'2...'

'I swear it won't-'

'1...'

'Bye-'

The two zoom out of the lab, leaving both Albedo and Sucrose a little perplexed.

'Is that how relationships work?' The Chalk Prince asks curiously at which his assistant quickly shakes her head, cheeks tinted pink.

'No, no, this is only how sir Kaeya and m(x) Y/n's relationship works. Not every couple is like that!'

'Hmm...interesting.'

[neotrances]

My eyes are so hooded no lid is visible and I'm trying to Love Myself and that shit but. Every time I do eyeliner it's a crap shoot of if it'll look good or not lol. I went to school for hair/makeup too but it's still a struggle. Does yours seem to change at all? I swear some days my eyelids are droopier/puffier and I feel like I'm playing with a different eye shape every time I do makeup. I look like I stole somebody's grandpa's eyelids 😭

literally yes that’s y i gotta be careful restarting bc my whole eye area is sensitive n i’ll get puffy so fast ☹️ i usually try to just put liner near the ends but that looks weird sometimes, if it helps at all i try to use a easy erasable liner as an outline before using my waterproof one so that might help u !!

[ooglywooglies]

its not just a case of ariana doing this = bad, me doing this = good, btw

like theres stuff from this period that was just as not good for me as trying to whitewash myself. i used to do things like dye my hair blacker than it already is (my hair is like half black and half brown in like an even spread or something its weird) i used to pose my face in a way that hid the hoods of my eyelids more than other poses (being a halfie means that you can look more or less of one thing or the other depending on the angle and the lighting and all that)

like part of the reason i did that stuff was bc it was more trendy to be asian at the time, and like ive always liked being vocal about asian struggles and stuff and it felt like i HAD to be "more authentic" in a way that ended up also being kind of a performance in a similar way to the whitewashing stuff but in the other direction. like ironically i knew i was trans the whole time so none of it was ever authentic it was just a back and forth rejecting my rejection from whatever group i didnt fit into most recently

thats whats so shit about being mixed is youre not really both and youre not really neither and youre not one or the other youre all of those things at the same time and its contradictory, these days i generally identify as "primarily asian" even though its not even true on a blood level fun fact im only a quarter asian, i identify as "primarily asian" because i have been treated as such by people virtually my entire life, the experience of being treated as if im white is only something ive known in small doses or somewhat recently (i have a whole post about how being half asian in suburban australia is very different from rural wyoming or minnesota)

anyway anyway, i think this has a lot to do with like femininity and beauty standards, like its pretty telling that i basically dropped all this shit immediately after i started transitioning (socially i mean, which means its been like 5 years) and i keep saying i want to dig into the ties between asianness as an aesthetic/appeal and femininity specifically, how i feel like i can never really escape femininity (not that i necessarily always mind, i am a nonbinary man) because of my features and the way my race/phenotype is gendered

the way it turns out gay men fetishize asians (who are bottoms) in a similar way to how asian women are fetishized by anyone who is attracted to women (but most certainly to a lesser extent)

idk my main source is my own experiences on grindr and its hard to disconnect my experiences of being fetishized for my race (as a man) and my gender (as a trans person) because they were happening simultaneously on there. like i cant say if asian cis gay men would be fetishized the same way as me because they dont have the axis of trans to worry about, and i cant possibly know if my transness contributes to the demasculation of my asianness since its not something i can remove

i remembered this morning that vanessa hudgen is wasian and i went to google what she is specifically and i saw some article about her "making an effort to let more people know shes filipina" or something and it looks like in pics she does her makeup differently than she used to and its funny if thats the case bc thats something i started doing after high school (when i still wore makeup), in high school i drew my eyeliner on my top eyelid and bottom eyelid but after awhile i started only doing the top

i used to do the underline in an effort to make my eyes look "bigger" and i used to wish my eyes were green like my sisters and at some point i basically flipped from wanting to look "more white" to look "more asian"

and just thinking that this is so weird. also this was well before there were asianfishing makeup trends like whatever the hell ariana grande was doing not too long ago and thats like, obviously an entirely different can of worms

[wizardnuke]

hi! about eye makeup, i have hooded eyes too but also wear glasses, so this might not be suitable for you? idk anyway i was experimenting and one style i actually quite like is not putting any colour on the eyelid at all, and then colouring in the crease and above. my favourite colour i used w it was a shimmery blue/green but it looked amazing - i was really surprised it looked even somewhat decent bc like i said, experimenting, a, and b, it just sounds weird. like, no eye liner, just shadow. but it really framed my eyes beautifully and made them pop. (i also have dark brown eyes, so dark they look black, so to have a style that made them pop was wild and awesome. i didn't take a photo but if i remember to tomorrow, i'll send one.)

!! thank u legend

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

His Little Imp

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Warning: Finger sucking, blowjob, face-fucking, cum play/cum eating, handjob, slight exhibitionism (if you squint), usual dirty talk, and language.

A/N: soooo I haven’t posted something like this in ages 👀 like I haven’t done a member x member fic in a really long time. but this idea barged into my head while I was trying to fall asleep one night and it wouldn’t go away. plus, this is a favorite trope of mine heh heh. also, it is conveniently Felix’s birthday as I’m posting this (I swear that wasn’t actually intentional, it just worked out that way lol). this isn’t edited bc I kinda forgot and also I’m lazy 😂 anywho, I hope you enjoy - I sure enjoyed writing it hehe ❤

The whipped cream was distracting. Tasty, sure, but it was the tiny glob on the side of Felix's mouth that he had somehow missed when he licked his lips that kept grabbing Seungmin's attention. After a few moments of actively trying, and failing, to ignore it, Seungmin sighed exasperatedly and reached to thumb it away. "Lix, you have whipped cream on your face," he alerted the older boy before he swiped the offending substance off his skin.

Felix made a noise of recognition and leaned forward to give Seungmin better access. The younger gently scooped the cream off with his thumb but wasn't fast enough in retracting his hand; without warning, Felix sucked the whipped cream off and giggled as his cheeks tinged slightly pink. Seungmin stilled, lips parted and eyes wide, and he could only imagine how red his own face was. Felix shrugged and looked away as Seungmin finally let his hand drop to his own lap, "Couldn't let it go to waste."

Seungmin awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded stiffly, "Uh, yeah, of course."

And that was that. They both went back to what they were doing before the 'incident', Felix acting like nothing had happened. But Seungmin was still distracted, just not by the whipped cream anymore. He couldn't get the image of his thumb in Felix's mouth out of his head; those pillowy, raspberry-colored lips, how warm and wet his mouth was, the juxtaposition of innocence and mischief that glinted in the older boy's eyes when Seungmin finally tore his gaze away from Felix's mouth and made brief eye contact, and the faint blush that dusted over those freckled cheeks.

That moment replayed in Seungmin's head way more times than he would ever admit. Not that he would admit to thinking about Felix's mouth in the first place, absolutely not. Seungmin definitely didn't think about Felix's mouth when he was tucked away in bed that night, staring at the inside of his eyelids and willing himself to just go to sleep.

~

Days later, Seungmin was cooking something in the kitchen of the dorm, it being his idea instead of Felix's for once. He regretted that idea fairly quickly when he gracelessly elbowed a full bowl off the countertop and reflexively tried to catch it, making an even bigger mess in the process. Seungmin swore and threw his head back dramatically, groaning in frustration.

"Lix, I made a mess again."

Felix shuffled into the kitchen already laughing even before he saw the state the younger boy was in, "How many times are you gonna tell me that exact thing in our lifetimes?"

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders and held up both hands, one of which was dripping with the sauce from the bowl, and stared down, past his sauce-streaked apron, at the liquid covering the floor surrounding and all over his feet. Felix tip-toed closer, avoiding the splatters and various sized puddles, and grabbed Seungmin's wrist which startled him. He looked over just in time to see Felix's plump lips closing around two fingers. The texture of Felix's tongue sliding against the pads of his fingertips, ridding them of the sauce, also rid his brain of anything and everything; his mind was just static. His entire body felt like static, too. The only place that had any feeling left was the hand in Felix's grasp and mouth. Jolts of electricity transferred from Felix's taste buds down Seungmin's wrist into the numbness of his arm while Seungmin stood motionless, mouth agape and something akin to disbelief etched into his expression.

Felix dragged the fingers from his mouth and looked off into the distance as he licked his lips, "Needs more salt."

Apparently, even when his entire body is in some weird form of hibernation, Seungmin's knack for sarcasm is completely unharmed, working as usual despite the lack of function everywhere else. So he said the first thing that barged into his empty brain, "Oh, well, hand me the salt shaker. I'll just sprinkle some on the floor here."

Felix snorted and doubled over with laughter, his tiny hands clutching his knees, "Sorry. Sorry, that, yeah, never mind." He wiped at his eyes and straightened up, "Let's clean up."

Seungmin nodded in agreement and looked disdainfully at his feet, "I really need to change my socks." Felix followed his gaze and cringed before busting out laughing again.

And just like that, they acted like nothing happened. Again. Only this time, Seungmin had a new image brandished into the back of his eyelids when he struggled to sleep that night. And this time when Seungmin replayed the moment in his mind, there was definitely no trace of innocence in Felix's eyes.

~

Now that his brain had so thoughtfully provided him with a new fixation, all Seungmin could think about was Felix's plush lips and warm, wet mouth. His eyes found Felix's face far too often and lingered on his lips for far too long. It was getting bad and he really hoped that no one noticed, especially Felix. But, alas, luck was not on his side -- it never was when it came to this 'situation'.

"Minnie, you're staring again," Felix pointed out from his spot on the couch, legs draped over the back and his head dangling with his attention fixed on his phone.

Seungmin grunted in acknowledgement and blinked rapidly. In his defense, he admittedly had been staring at Felix's mouth but sometime before his brain alerted him to look away after an unsuspicious amount of time, his thoughts wandered and he ended up staring off into space, deep in contemplation. "Sorry," he apologized and squirmed in his seat across from Felix, "Just thinking, didn't even know I was staring."

Felix hummed and spun himself around so he was sitting like a normal human being before patting the place next to him for Seungmin to come sit. "But, unconsciously or not, you've been staring at me a lot." Felix watched the younger make his way over, frowning when he sat down on the opposite end of the couch. He quickly crawled over to Seungmin and sat back on his heels, tilting his head like a confused puppy. "Is something wrong, Minnie? Did I do something wrong?" The pout was evident both in his tone and on those lips of his that Seungmin caught himself gawking at yet again.

Seungmin vehemently shook his head and tried to back away but was blocked by the armrest, "No! No, not at all! Everything's fine!"

Felix hummed again, squinting suspiciously as he eyed the younger boy before his expression morphed into one of smugness and teasing. "Like what you see?"

Snapping his eyes up from where they had been watching Felix speak, Seungmin swallowed thickly, "Uh, is that a trick question?"

Felix shook his head slowly and bit at his bottom lip. "Oh, come on. There must be something keeping your attention or else you wouldn't be staring at me every waking moment!"

Seungmin floundered, unable to come up with an answer. What was he supposed to do? Tell him the truth? Oh, yeah. Sorry, Felix. I just have this super weird fascination with your mouth and it's all I can think about. Not just during the day, I can't even sleep at night because I keep imagining your mouth. I want you to suck on my fingers again just to feel you, nothing major. Yeah, like that was gonna happen. That would go over so well.

"Am I really that pretty you can't keep your eyes off me?"

Seungmin was abruptly wrenched from his thoughts by the boy that was still kneeling on the couch next to him. He was all too aware of the fact that they were sitting too close to each other, so much so that Felix's bare knees were pressed up against Seungmin's thigh. Seungmin's brain finally processed the question he had just been asked but before he could stop himself, he breathed out his answer.

"Yes."

Felix's eyes became hooded and dark and he leaned in closer, a smirk curving his lips. "Tell me, what's your favorite feature of mine?" It should have sounded extremely narcissistic but something in the tone of Felix's voice, a bit contemptuous with just a hint of genuine curiosity, made Seungmin heat up, surely blushing a brilliant shade of red under Felix's enticing gaze.

Seungmin's mouth went dry and he found himself swallowing again as he fumbled for another answer, but Felix held up a finger to halt him. "Wait, let me guess! Could it be my tiny hands?" He wiggled his fingers and scrunched up his nose cutely.

"Oh, maybe it's my eyes," Felix tilted forward again, batting his lashes seductively and looked up at Seungmin through them.

The older suddenly sat up on his knees and lifted his shirt, causing panic to rise in Seungmin and something else. "Probably my itty-bitty waist, right? Wanna grab at it with your big, strong hands?" Felix teased as Seungmin's eyes wandered over the expanse of skin directly in front of him, defined abs, deep v-lines, and that tiny waist.

Seungmin was sweating. Or maybe that was drool. Probably both. And he wanted to touch. Bad.

He instantly glanced up when Felix started talking again, "But that wouldn't make any sense." He dropped his shirt and plopped back down, pouting because he hadn't guessed correctly yet. "You've been staring at my face this whole time." Realization washed over Felix's face and the smirk made its way back onto his plush, tempting lips.

And it was in that moment that Seungmin knew he was fucked.

Felix had known the whole time. He was just having fun riling Seungmin up, making him sweat, making him want him even more, the little devil. "I know," Felix licked his lips, seemingly in slow motion, "It's my mouth you like, isn't it, Minnie?"

Seungmin's sharp intake of air was answer enough. Felix nodded once, "You can touch if you want."

The younger gulped and hesitantly lifted his hand to the other boy's face. When he got within an inch, Felix snarled and snapped his teeth. Seungmin practically jumped out of his skin, eyes like saucers and his breathing labored and panting.

Felix giggled. He giggled. "I'm just kidding, Minnie! I won't bite. Unless you want me to." Felix winked and sucked in his bottom lip to bite down on it. When it popped free from his mouth, the wet flesh glistened in the light and Seungmin threw all fear out the window, grasping the side of the older boy's face before slowly sliding his thumb over Felix's bottom lip and lightly tugging it down. Felix poked his tongue out impishly and hummed, giving Seungmin permission for whatever he wanted to do next.

The younger boy's stare flicked from Felix's mouth, up to his eyes, and back down again. Seungmin retracted his hand only slightly to rest two of his fingertips against the pillowiness of Felix's lips. Tongue peeking out again, Felix gently licked at Seungmin's fingers, watching him intently and gauging his reaction, and when the younger gasped and his eyes fluttered but stayed open, Felix took both fingers into his mouth and sucked.

The faintest moan slipped from Seungmin and he breathed heavily, "Lix."

Felix hummed and smiled around the digits in his mouth, laving his tongue against the fingertips and sucking diligently. He found himself leaning in even further, hands resting on the couch in front of him and his ass perked out, an elegant curve to his spine.

Felix could feel his sense of control slipping and he almost lost it completely when Seungmin pushed his fingers in further and pressed down on the back of his tongue, causing him to gag a bit. Seungmin groaned in response, free hand snaking up to rest at the nape of Felix's neck as he slid down further into the couch.

Felix took the opportunity to move his hands from the sofa seat to rest one hand on each of the younger boy's thighs. Seungmin jolted minutely at the contact but smiled weakly as he pulled his fingers from the older's mouth, a single strand of saliva connecting them like spider silk sparkling in the light. Felix pouted at the emptiness and started to lean backwards but Seungmin stopped him with both hands on his waist. Quirking an eyebrow, Felix leaned back in as Seungmin tugged him forward.

"C'mere," he slurred and pulled the older into his lap. Felix fell against him from the force and chuckled as he situated himself in Seungmin's lap, thighs resting on either side and his arms draped over the younger boy's shoulders. Seungmin stared up at him, completely entranced, eyes wandering over every facial feature, stopping at every freckle and marveling at the beauty in front of him.

Felix giggled, "Minnie?"

"Huh?" Seungmin grunted, immediately making eye contact, pupils already blown.

A coy little grin playing over Felix's face, he leaned in a trifle closer and whispered, "Aren't you gonna kiss me?"

Seungmin was well and truly fucked.

He gulped and wet his lips, steeling himself in preparation. Not that he didn't want to kiss Felix -- boy did he ever! But this was something that had only played out in fantasies behind his eyelids when he let his mind spin things just enough while he was in that space between awake and unconsciousness when he laid in bed at night. This wasn't something he ever expected to happen outside of his daydreams, so to say Felix's question caught him off guard was the understatement of the century.

Felix saw the brief flicker of panic in Seungmin's eyes and he couldn't help but frown, fearing that he had somehow made the younger uncomfortable. "Minnie, if you don't want to kiss me-"

"No! It's not that at all, believe me!" Seungmin reassured as he soothed his hands up and down Felix's sides. He chuckled despite himself, "I just- I've thought about this so much but I guess I never really thought it would happen in real life?" He winced slightly at how lame he sounded but Felix was beaming and Seungmin could see the older boy's desire to tease sparkling in his dark eyes.

"I'm curious," Felix paused to bite at his lip playfully, "How did it go in your daydreams -- us kissing?"

Seungmin yet again explored his deserted brain for an answer and came up empty handed. The twinkle in Felix's eyes somehow became even more mischievous and he scrunched his nose a little before laughing breathily, "Why don't you just show me?"

The younger nodded dumbly, a hesitant palm resting on Felix's hip while the other shakily reached for the side of his face, thumbing at his bottom lip once again. Seungmin delicately guided Felix forward, noses brushing and fingers trembling.

The closer they got, the more Felix could feel his own nervousness thrumming in his chest and he wondered if Seungmin could hear how fast his heart was racing. But, he assumed, Seungmin's heart was most likely beating wildly, too. Their breaths mingled and jolts of electricity went through them both when their lips barely grazed each other's. Felix was yearning to just dive in and kiss him hard, no second thoughts, but he wanted Seungmin to take the lead and do whatever he was comfortable with.

After what felt like ages, Seungmin softly pressed his lips against Felix's and quickly pulled back a little bit. The older couldn't help the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Seemingly just testing the waters with that initial peck, Seungmin searched Felix's eyes for any sort of hesitation or discomfort and when he found nothing but ardor and rascality, he leaned back in. So gently, so carefully, so sweetly, Seungmin kissed Felix and drew him in closer, chests pressed together.

Seungmin was in heaven -- Felix's lips were somehow even softer than they looked or how he'd imagined, the feeling of holding him was the definition of blissful, and he couldn't get enough.

Felix was going insane -- he felt like a madman and he felt bad about it because all he wanted to do was kiss Seungmin senseless but darling, charming Seungmin was kissing him so innocently.

A few cautious pecks later, Felix calmly pulled away and smiled warmly. "I know I'm small but you don't have to be so careful with me, Minnie. I won't break. And I don't mind if you're a little rougher with me." The older couldn't help the blush that crept onto his cheeks, "I actually kinda like it. A lot."

That was all Seungmin needed; his gaze immediately darkened and his chest rumbled in a sort of growl before pulling Felix back in. His kiss had gone from gentle and pure to searing and sinful at the drop of a hat. He was stealing Felix's breath and the older found himself gripping onto Seungmin's shirt to stabilize himself to some extent.

Seungmin bit and nipped at Felix's pillowy lips, occasionally sucking the lower into his own mouth. He licked at the seam, silently asking for permission, which Felix unabashedly gave instantly.

Felix's jaw went slack and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when Seungmin's tongue finally tangled with his own. He whined lewdly when Seungmin sucked in his tongue and, at the same time, squeezed his ass firmly, yanking him in even closer. Felix couldn't help but roll his hips, grinding down in Seungmin's lap and relishing in the low moan the younger let out when their clothed erections brushed against each other.

"Want you in my mouth. Wanna taste you," Felix whimpered against Seungmin's lips when they paused to breathe.

Seungmin chuckled, "Isn't that what we're doing?"

Panting, Felix shook his head and pouted, "Wanna suck you off. Please?"

Breath caught in his throat, Seungmin stared at the boy in his lap. "Any of the guys could come out or come home and see us, we're on the communal couch," he hissed, panicking.

Felix pouted more and punctuated his begging by grinding down again, "Please, want you in my mouth. Please?"

Throwing caution to the wind, Seungmin groaned and tossed his head back before nodding, "Fuck. Yeah, OK. Fuck yes."

Eagerly clambering out of Seungmin's lap and onto the floor in front of him between his legs, Felix clutched at the strong thighs next to him in anticipation. He nosed at Seungmin's clothed length, humming contentedly while the younger squirmed under him.

Seungmin's hips canted and he couldn't help but moan deeply as Felix palmed him and mumbled into his thigh, "You want my mouth just as much as I want your cock, don't you?"

"Ngh, yes. Please, Lix," he groaned at the ceiling. Felix toyed with his zipper, still keen to tease despite being desperate himself. "Please," another whispered imploration. The eldest smiled softly and obliged him, undoing his jeans and tugged them down with bated breath. Seungmin lifted his hips to make it easier, resting back into the couch when Felix had pulled them partway down his legs.

The younger was straining against his briefs, his cock having already leaked enough pre-cum for it to leave a dark spot on the front. Felix whined when he noticed it and pressed gentle kisses along the still covered shaft before sucking at the head through the material, tiny hands kneading at the meat of his thighs, fingertips occasionally slipping under the hem to rile the younger up even more. Seungmin was gripping onto the couch like his life depended on it, drunk off the pleasure regardless of the fact that he was still in his briefs.

Felix quickly solved that problem, fingers dipping under the waistband to slide down the offending item of clothing. His breath hitched when Seungmin's hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and his eyes flicked up to the younger's, mouth agape and watering. Seungmin chuckled huskily and took the perfect opportunity to throw Felix's words back in his face, "Like what you see?"

Felix blinked torpidly and nodded, unable to hide the blush that dusted his cheeks when he registered the question. Without preamble, he leaned in to suck at Seungmin's balls. "Oh!" Seungmin shuddered, gasping at the sudden contact. Felix hummed and lapped at the supple flesh before licking up to the head of his cock. There he suckled tenderly, the tip of his tongue sporadically dipping into the slit, and made eye contact with Seungmin who looked close to passing out.

Panting and squirming, it was Seungmin's turn to whimper, "Shit, Lix! You look so fucking pretty! God!"

Felix fluttered his lashes in response and sunk down on Seungmin's dick, lips stretching obscenely around his girth. He moaned at the feeling of the younger boy hot and heavy on his tongue; his eyes rolled back and drool dripped from the corners of his mouth. Seungmin moaned right along with him, throwing his head back and anchored himself so as not to thrust wildly into Felix's tight, wet throat.

"Lixie, so pretty for me," he brushed strands of hair from Felix's eyes as the older looked up at him again and rested his hand against one freckled cheek, feeling it bulge and hollow as Felix fervently sucked. "Fuck, your pretty mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?"

Felix whined and nodded in agreement, easing more of Seungmin down with each bob of his head. When he reached the base, he swallowed tightly, tears pooling in his eyes from the discomfort. Seungmin whimpered above him, getting lost in the pleasure. "How can someone be that pretty even when they cry?" he whispered, not really intending for Felix to hear, but the older heard and preened nonetheless.

With one last lave of his tongue over the bulging veins in the underside of Seungmin's cock, Felix pulled up slowly, the head falling from his lips with a filthy pop. He pumped the length with his hand, all the saliva making the slide slippery and smooth. "I know you're close, Minnie," Felix arched an eyebrow, "Are you holding out on me?"

Seungmin's hips pitched forward ever so slightly, dick twitching in the older's grasp, "Ngh, you feel too good. Wanna feel you for as long as I can. Don't wanna stop."

"Oh, baby! I'm not going anywhere! You can have my mouth again whenever you want, don't you worry about that!" Felix placed a single kiss on the head of his cock, seemingly sealing his promise, before smiling up at Seungmin, a dash of feigned pity behind his eyes. "Besides, it must hurt to hold it in so long like this." He tutted and shook his head, "No, that won't do. I know what'll make you cum, baby." Seungmin's hips shot forward at the pet name and Felix snickered meanly, "Here, fuck my mouth. I know you want to."

Seungmin whined and whimpered and writhed. He did want to. So badly. But he didn't want to hurt Felix. The eldest noticed the hesitation and smiled genuinely, "It's ok! I like it rough, remember?" Seungmin nodded tentatively and Felix took him back into his mouth, bracing himself against the strong thighs at his sides. The younger shyly thrusted once, again testing the waters, but when Felix's throat accommodated him so well, he sighed and reached to tangle his fingers in the older's hair before beginning to shallowly thrust. Felix moaned around the cock in his mouth, loving the feeling of his throat being abused as Seungmin's pace quickened and his strokes strengthened.

The older was a whimpering mess being used for Seungmin's pleasure and that got Felix more turned on than he's possibly ever been in his life. He reached down with one hand to grip at his dick over his shorts, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but he ended up pulling out his cock to thrust into his own hand, chasing the blinding satisfaction that he was on the very cusp of.

Seungmin was scorching hot, belly burning with his release so close, "Lix, I'm- I can't last anymore." Felix hummed in encouragement, quickening his own pace on his leaking length. "Lix, can I- I wanna cum on your face. You'd look so fucking pretty with my cum on your face. Can I, please?" Felix was eagerly nodding the entire time Seungmin was begging, or nodding as best he could while choking on his cock.

The younger whispered 'thank you's over and over again as he tugged Felix off by his hair and started to jerk at his sensitive dick. Felix obediently held his mouth open, tongue lolling out in wait, and seconds later, streaks of white painted his lips. A few shot up to land across his freckled cheeks and nose, narrowly missing his eyes, which he was thankful for because he could fully see Seungmin's reaction to his face covered in his cum. And god it was beautiful. So was Felix in Seungmin's eyes. And he told him so.

"Gorgeous," Seungmin breathed, smearing his cockhead in the cum covering Felix's bottom lip. The eldest moaned and smiled, lashes fluttering closed before he suckled any leftover drops of cum from Seungmin's cock and licked his lips. He dragged his fingertips across his face, scooping up all the cum, and sucked it from his fingers, making sure to look Seungmin in the eye as he did.

"Fuck, you're filthy," Seungmin smirked and tugged him back up into his lap, "C'mere." Felix clumsily scampered up, still hard cock bouncing against his own stomach when he sat down. Seungmin glanced down, smirk widening, and took Felix into his hand. "Good. Wanted to see you cum all over yourself anyway."

Felix whined, "And you said I was the dirty one."

Seungmin smiled naughtily before leaning in closer and started to tug at Felix's cute, pink cock. "Gonna make you even dirtier." The older keened and surged forward to kiss Seungmin again. Seungmin groaned when he tasted himself on Felix's tongue but made no effort to move away which made Felix twitch in his grasp. The younger twisted his hand and thumbed at his frenulum, making Felix gasp into his mouth. He swallowed his moans and jerked him to completion, cum spilling over his hand and shooting up the front of Felix's shirt. "Looks like you made the mess this time, Lix," Seungmin whispered against his mouth. Felix punched him in the arm and giggled as he came down from his high.

The two heard a noise and Felix turned around just in time to see Hyunjin, jaw on the floor, slap a hand over his eyes, immediately do a 180, and made a beeline out of the room, presumably in the direction from which he came. Felix giggled while Seungmin groaned, "I knew we'd get caught! You're gonna pay for this, you little incubus!"

~

Later that night, far past midnight, there was a soft knock on Seungmin's bedroom door. He opened it to find his little imp smiling sweetly, already batting his lashes.

"Can I help you, demon?" Seungmin asked with a raised eyebrow.

Felix clasped his hands in front of himself and cutely twisted in place, his big t-shirt billowing out around him made him look even tinier than usual. "I believe you promised me a punishment."

Seungmin scoffed before glancing the older up and down and growled, "This time, I'm shoving my fingers down your throat while I suck you off."

Felix feigned shock as he closed the door behind himself, "Minnie, how scandalous!"

[dykemaryflynn]

i love elaborate eyeliner but i can never do it bc i have dumb as FUCK hooded eyes so either i waste eyeliner and accidentally get giant smudges above my eye if its still wet or my eyelids look weird when i blink

[naromoreau]

Dunkel AU: Late night delivery

Ok so I wrote this super self indulgent smut thing in the Dunkel AU cuz I had to go at Sharky even here. Yeah.

Tagging @deputyshitlordsantana (I couldn't have done it without your help!! ❤️) @deputyoneill @starsandskies @absurdwanderlust and @far-cry-all-the-time bc I used your girls!

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“Better luck next time, sweetcheeks,” Santana quipped, palming Becca’s ass while Lila plonked the entire Hurk vs. Roosevelt file on her desk. It fell with a thud. The fucking thing was huge.

“C’mon you guys! Two outta three?"

“Nah, babe. We’re out of here. Your lucky break is over,” Julie chimed in grabbing her perfectly tailored coat, “time to learn how to aim.”

Becca groaned, slouching on her chair. “I know how to aim, thank you very much,” she fretted at Julie, glaring at the dart board, “is that fancy Dunkel shit I can't tolerate-- makes me feel all weird.”

“Speaking of which,” Kat intervened grasping the half empty bottle of expensive bourbon, “it’d be a shame it goes to waste-”

“It’s not juice Kitty-Kat,” Daisy pointed out, scoffing, while grabbing her purse.

“Let the girl speak, Daze,” Santana said, slurring slightly, and falling on Becca's lap.

Kat cleared her throat. “As I was saying, it’d be a shame to see Pappy Van Winkle here go to waste so,” she drawled with the flash of a grin, “what if we finish this at the bar at the corner and have some more? Dunkel pays.” Katherine’s eyes glimmered. She pulled a black card out of her pocket and held it high, between middle and forefinger.

Becca’s second groan got lost in the hubbub.

Everyone readied, sauntering to the elevator door. Santana stood up not before planting her lips on Becca's, defty tongues all wet and hot.

“There, something for the night,” Santana said with a smirk, adjusting her skirt and waving her goodbye.

Fucking tease.

“Thank you very much, Miss Rossi,” Becca yelled from her desk, beckoning at them with a sour smile.

Slowly, the grin ebbed away. She opened the binder and fiddled with the papers, trying to find the letters in dire need to be corrected.

“Mister Dutch Roosevelt.”

Becca started typing, droning on the following paragraphs in her mind. By the time she finished twiddling with the kerning, her mind was in the gutter.

Fucking Santana and her ridiculously plump lips. The thought of certain incident involving both of them on a particularly crammed supply store room three weeks ago, sent a jolt of pleasure that landed between her thighs. She pressed her legs, sidestepping the need to moan. But really. The floor was deserted, and there was not a single soul who could catch her while going at it.

She bunched up her pencil skirt passed the suspenders of her garter belt and drew a shaky hand to her center. Soaked. She stood, still throwing concerned glances to her surroundings. Maneuvering expertly she unhooked her panties from the garter belt and got rid of them, flopping back on her chair.

She found quickly her clit, alternating between rolling it hard and fast and dipping in and out with idle strokes. Her free hand unbuttoned her silk blouse, yanking down her bra. The fabric bundled under her heavy breasts and she didn’t lose a second rolling her nipples with avid fingers. She was getting there, her walls clenching by reflex under a hard rub of her nub, and fucking Christ if only fucking Dunkel would be useful for once. Where was the man when she needed his dick?

She bit her lip in utter ecstasy and her eyelids fluttered open. Next thing she knew she hollered her lungs off.

A man was standing in front of her desk, cheeks flushed and slack jaw.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

Granted. It was a very disrespectful and gamely way of greeting a stranger. For the other hand, she’d been giving him a free show when the only thing he’d had to do was clear his throat. Cough. Anything.

“Uh, m-mailman, Miss,” he said while she tried to compose herself and arrange her scruffed attire.

“What? What happened to Beanie?”

“He uh, he’s going to college ‘cuz he’s all smart and shit, and-and this gig ain’t ‘nough for him anymore,” the stranger blabbered.

“And when on earth deliveries have been so late? Who let you in?”

He took off his blue cap, ruffling his hair. She arched a brow. He was quite handsome. Chestnut hair, grey eyes, really good looking. Her cunt throbbed and she gnawed the inside of her cheek.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, I’ve been hella busy all day helpin’ my cousin movin’ in and y’know how those things are--” he said shrugging, “thought I could just-y’know flip this shit before the day died. They were real good downstairs.”

Becca’s heart galloped when her eyes fell to the front of his pants. A very noticeable bulge straining the blue fabric.

“I-I mean I’m sorry, ” he said, in an awkward slur, shuffling in his spot, “I’m--I’m just tryna make a few bucks ‘mkay? Didn’t wanna disrespect, I mean you gotta do, what you gotta do right?”

“What’s your name?” Her voice was almost hoarse as she made her way to him.

As predicted, his eyes took her all in. He gulped. “Name’s Sh-Sharky.”

“Well, Sharky,” she said taking a step closer, brushing his chest with her hard nipples, her breasts fairly screaming for attention, “I got a problem here.”

He looked down at her, parted lips and hooded eyes. “Yeah? Uh, wh-what’s that?”

“That your arrival was very inconvenient and now, I wonder, can you help me?” She tipped her head up, smiling at him.

“Buckled the fuck up and ready to hit it,” he outright blurted out, dropping his satchel and placing eager hands around her hips.

When she slithered her arms around his neck, he leaned closer trying to repress a wide dumb grin. She angled her head for a kiss and after a minute to sort noses and disposing of his cap, they kissed. He hummed. No, it was more a groan-like rumble that went straight to her cunt and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue slide against her lips, coaxing a moan from her.

“Wait, wait,” she mumbled, pushing him slightly.

For a second he looked as a boy who was just told Christmas was cancelled. “What gives, shorty?”

“Relax, mailman, we’re gonna switch the party to that office, see?”

She signaled Dunkel’s office, with a big, comfy leather couch, just waiting for them to desecrate it. He allowed himself to be shepherded in, as she pulled him by the hand and pushed him on the couch.

Things went very frantic at speedlight. Soon there was a heap of haphazardly thrown clothes laying around. His cock was already throbbing between her thighs, as his fingers played with the fabric of her garter belt, the only piece of clothing he’d begged her to keep. “See uh, I’m more like a, a Mc’Donalds kinda guy y’know?, never thought my wheels could take me to uh, fancy dine-o-rama land, so I’d like to enjoy the full experience,” he’d said and she’d chuckled doing what he asked.

“Oh fuck, shit!” He bristled, suddenly, “You have any wraps? I’m-- I mean I wasn’t hoping to--” He blushed to his ears while she stood from his lap with a smirk.

“It’s ok boo, I got you.”

She fumbled through the stash of condoms, grunting when she found the box empty. Fucking horny bitches. She included.

“Oh fuck it,” she said, straddling him again, “I’m game if you are.”

His eyes blew wide open. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah.”

He stroked his cock before pushing in, sliding easily into her. Her eyes screwed shut. Fuck. It was a very tight fit.

“Oh shit, shit!” He whimpered.

Becca whined, lust rendering her speechless. Then she gasped under a torturously slow roll of his hips, and threaded her fingers in his hair. She was desperate to start moving, bouncing on that mind-blowing pressure but he held her in place.

“Gotta go real slow, babe or I’ll bust in two secs,” he gruffed, taking a mouthful of her breast.

She nodded, arching into him and rocking gently as every nerve received the overload of sensations of his teasing tongue and dick.

He was brushing the edges of what she could take, every thrust more forceful than the last one. His groans and moans grew louder as she played her own tricks.

She lifted her ass, dropping down on him, giving a slow grind when his hips collided with hers, feeling his cock twitching inside her.

“Oh fuck, you feel amazing, shorty, so fucking tight,” he breathed on her lips, “makes me want to ask--”

“What?” She panted, through the hard pounding.

“Is this-fuck--a one time only thing?”

Becca kissed him, sucking his breath away. “I don't know, are you gonna keep delivering to this building?” She moaned while he pulled her down hard on his lap, angling his hips.

“Yeah.”

“Then I, oh shit, I think-- I think we can work something out. Now stop talking.”

There was a silly grin on his face at her words and he thrust with renewed efforts. The endline was just around the corner and when his thumb found her clit, she shattered into a tailspin of pleasure.

“Oh yesyesyes oh fuck, please!” There was a whimpered babble leaving her mouth as an electric volley wrecked her whole, the rolling waves expanding as she clenched around his cock.

She strove to ground again as he now slammed furiously, moaning in her neck. “Imma come-”

He intended to pull out but in the flick of a second Becca remembered the couch and the subsequent mess she would've to face if--

“Inside, come inside me.”

He groaned as he bottomed out, digging his fingers into her hips and spurted into her.

After a moment he kissed her again. It’d been a really productive night under her terms, but when she stood the reality cracked a little.

There was a big, soaked stain on the carpet just beneath the edge of the couch and on the furniture itself from when she finished just seconds ago.

Becca groaned for the third time that night.

“Oh fuck it,” she said, “this office should already be signed as biohazard as it is so...” She shrugged.

[ethereal-lix]

rant time, so if you dont wanna hear this just keep scrolling... (also i would just suggest scrolling anyways cause i just wanna get this off my chest) 

So wow, i had my sister cut my bangs for me tonight and i hate it so much !!! its literally the worst. my bangs are too short and i dont like them. like i already have to hide my eyes behind my bangs because i hate them and i hide my face behind my hair bc i am just so ugly. and now i cant even do that bc my bangs are too short and now everyone is gonna see my eyes and i really really really hate that. I have ptosis, which is a droopy eyelid, and it really sucks bc my eye lids arent even. i have one eyelid that is normal and open like a regular eyelid should be but my other one is just like there. like my eye lid droops. and it looks like my eye hooded, kinda like when your tired and your eyes just kinda close but not all the way, idk how to explain it. if you really wanna know what it looks like just google droopy eyelids. and to make things worse, i have Marcus Gunn Jaw-Wink syndrome, and thats where the eye muscle is connected to the jaw muscle and basically anytime i open my mouth my eye winks. (the same eye that has ptosis is the eye with jaw wink) and if i wasnt already insecure about my eye this just makes it worse. like i cant even laugh without my eye closing up and idk how to explain it, but i have one normal eye and one thats basically a freak of nature bc its so rare. i think only 5% of people in the world have it, so like 1 in every like 200,000 people have it. its so rare that i once had an eye doctor who has never seen it in his 20+ years of being a doctor. like its really rare and obviously i get made fun of for it. to this day i still have people asking me questions like “whats wrong with your eye?” “is your eye okay?” “why do you have a lazy eye?” Like im sorry ??? what??? are you seriously asking me this?? and these questions come from grown ass men. ive had people make fun of me by trying to “droop” their eye like mine, theyve made weird faces trying to imitate what my eye does when i eat and let me tell you it really sucks, because i cant even smile without having to worry about my eye, and of course when i get tired my eye droops even more and its uggggggh i have no idea how to explain it and it just really sucks because i cant hide my eye from the world and thats all i wanna do it just hide it so people dont ask me about it or make fun of me. Like i cant even have someone take a photo of me bc if i cant see how my eye looks i cant fix it so its more open and no matter how hard i try to fix it i cant unless im the one taking the photo and god it just makes me even uglier than i already am. like imagine already being ugly and then having a droopy eye lid so people can make fun of you cause you cant physically keep your eye open all the way, and then have a rare syndrome thing where if you just open your mouth your eye involuntarily opens. and god forbid im tired cause then my eye is even worse, like i just wish i had normal eyes and didnt have to worry about being made fun of cause it sucks. it sucks so much  

[iturmom]

Saw your message of the eye appreciation post and I just wanna say that you might have this condition called droopy eyelids. It's more frequent with Asian people and it affects the nerves and muscles of the eye I think?? I just barely zoomed past this knowledge so you might wanna Google it, but I remember that it can be treated with surgery. I think it's worth checking out in case you have it. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think what you described isn't the average, even for Asian people.

okay, thanks! i'll look into it. not that i have insurance to get any medical care for it, if that is even the problem. it's something i don't think about a lot considering it's just a fact of my life, but i do experience some sort of weird eyebrow fatigue or soreness pretty often, i'm just so used to it i guess idk. it was actually pretty recently that i even consciously realized it was a thing, since like i said it's just a fact of my life, i never really thought about it much. but then i just attributed it to my hooded eyes. i could not correct you even if you were wrong tho bc it sounds like you know more about this than i do.

[lostboylance]

lance and his mom

bc we all love crying over lance, right?

prompt for julance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15134330/chapters/35323920

It feels weird sitting in Red’s cockpit in his civilian clothes.

It feels weird having civilian clothes. At least, it feels weird on Earth. Out in space it was so much easier to detach from the idea. Out in space the war is always going on, there’s never an end only breaks. On Earth, all of it seems so far away.

Lance can see the stars. From here to an untrained eye they look like all the other stars in all the other galaxies they’ve seen. But Lance has memorized all of the stars and the constellations specific to Earth. It’s a relief seeing them all again, he relaxes into the feeling like it’s a warm blanket. There’s still a war going on out there, but here Lance feels safe.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in Red’s cockpit. It was dark when he sunk out of his room, like he was a little kid and into red and it’s still dark now. No sunrise in sight. So, he reasons, he should have more than enough time to sneak back in without worrying anyone.

Ever since he came home a week ago he hasn’t had a second alone. Not that it’s a bad thing. The castle had been his only home since he had gone to space, but it was so big and filled with so few the hallways always seemed lonely. He’s missed the comforted chaos of so many people in one house. He can’t take a single step without bumping into someone and, god, he’s missed it.

But it’s slightly suffocating at times. Going from being at a distance with everyone to having at least one person clinging to you at all times in a second feels like jumping into a cold pool. From the moment he knocked on his door a week ago to now someone has always been with him. Nieces and nephews clinging to his legs, his Mamma hugging him whenever he walks by, one of his siblings always having a hold on his arm or shoulder or wherever they can grab. It’s disorientating.

He used to have to hunt down people to hang out with. Now he has to hunt down places to take a breath.

The problem is he’ll miss it, when he’s gone. Which is probably why guilt threatens to suffocate him when he thinks about getting away for a moment to himself. He’ll miss it. He’ll hate that he didn’t take every moment to be with his family. He’ll regret his selfishness.

Lance tugs his hoodie over his head and slouches into it, trying to hide from those thoughts. Blue would always comfort him when he started spiraling like this, but Red is more hands off. Just being near her both helps and hurts and Lance hates himself for it.

The air around him is quiet, no regular sounds of night able to sneak in past Red. Only Lance’s breathing and the soft beeps from Red’s control panel keep him company. Which is probably why he jumps a foot in the air when a door behind him opens.

In space, Lance would react like a Paladin. Bayard drawn, up and in fighting stance, just in case. On Earth, he reacts like a kid caught in a cookie jar, sinking into his seat and pulling the strings on his hoodie to hide his face.

There isn’t a need to check who it is, Lance already knows.

“Leonardo.” His Mamma whispers his name, the same way she whispered a prayer as she hugged him before he left for the Garrison. It’s the only name she calls him by since he came home. One day he came home and asked to be called Lance, and she had agreed to it, but he hasn’t heard her use that name once in the past week.

“Mamma.” He isn’t sure if she’s here to scold him for sneaking out and scaring him. Before he it would have for sure been that, but now a days he isn’t sure of anything anymore. “What are you doing here?”

She hums softly, footsteps echoing in the cockpit as she approaches. She stops at his chair, but doesn’t touch him. “A mother can always tell when a child is out of bed, you know that.”

Lance coughs out a wet laugh and pulls back his hood to peek out at her. “Could never get anything past you, huh?”

His mother isn’t looking at him, she’s staring straight ahead, out of Red’s window and up at the stars. Not for the first time this week Lance is struck by how much she’s changed. Overall she looks how he remembers and her hugs are still warm and she still smiles softly at him when he comes downstairs in the morning. But now her smiles are accompanied by teary eyes and there’s a furrow in her brows that wasn’t there before. Her hair, the same dark brown that Lance’s is, is streaked with grey. And there’s bags under her eyes that Lance doesn’t remember seeing before.

She looks exhausted.

Everytime Lance thinks about it his throat starts to close up and his eyes start to sting. It’s his fault. Even though no one will directly say it, no one will yell it at him like he deserves, he knows that this is his fault.

“None of you can.” His mother agreed with a little nod of her head. “It’s so I can keep you four safe and out of trouble. It’s my job to always know where you are.”

Lance doesn’t say anything about her voice cracking and she doesn’t say anything about the tears in his eyes.

“It is also my job to know when something’s wrong. So, Leonardo,” she turns to him and cups his cheek with her hand, “what’s wrong?”

He’s imagined this conversation before, it’s practically all he’s been thinking about since his first day back. He was never sure when or where or even how he’d tell her, but he imagined something calmer. Maybe somewhat heroic, telling his mother he would have to go back into space to continue to fight for freedom throughout the universe. Or maybe he’d do it somewhere comforting, in soothing tones at the same place on the beach that she would take him when he was younger.

But now that he’s had time to be at home and unwind the exhaustion of fighting a war has settled deep into him. It’s soaked through his skin right to his bones and left him shaking and fragile. He can’t have this conversation right now, not with his mother. It’s obvious from the way that instead of a response a sob bubbles up from his chest. He tries to bite back the next one, jaw clenched so tight his teeth ache, but it’s no use.

He hadn’t imagined sitting in Red’s chair, his mother sitting next to him, holding him so close he’s half in her lap. She’s whispering, softly, in Spanish, running her fingers through her hair, but he can’t make a word of it out. He thinks she might be shaking too, but he can’t tell.

Outside the ship it’s still dark when he’s finally calm enough to look. His whole body is still shaking so hard his teeth are chattering, but at least he can somewhat breath again. Pressed against her chest, he can hear his mother’s heartbeat loud and true over the blood rushing in his ears. He could fall asleep right here, and never wake up.

“I don’t want to go back.” Lance forces himself to whisper, because he knows he can’t stay here all night. Each word takes up more energy than he has to give, his eyelids droop closed. “I can’t.”

His mother starts humming, a lullaby from long ago that Lance can’t remember the name of. Her fingers tighten in his hair.

“I’ve missed so much here. All of you. I- even at the Garrison, it wasn’t this bad. I don’t think I can do it again. Out there it’s- I don’t know if- I-” almost died he finishes in his head. She can never know. No one in his family can ever know how for a moment out there he was dead, before Allura pulled him back. They can never hear a word of it.

It still shakes him to his core.

“I know, I know.” She whispers even though they both know she doesn’t — she never will know anything close to it — because it’s what Lance needs to hear. “Oh, my sweet, sweet boy, I know you don’t want to leave. You never did. I still remember you trying to get me to talk you out of going to the Garrison because you didn’t want to leave us.”

She lets out a laugh and somehow it’s the brightest thing he’s ever heard. “Your dream since you were a boy, and you were too worried about all of us to dive in head first like you should’ve. Scared that we’d need you, scared of the events you’d miss, of the memories you wouldn’t be apart of. But I didn’t these worries overtake you, because you can’t let us hold you back.”

Gently, she pushes him away just enough so that he can look up at her. She smiles, dampened with sadness but still loving. “You have to go back. You know it, all of us know it. No one holds it against you. It’s not just about our family anymore, it’s about the universe. And if I could I would never let you leave the house again. After spending all that time thinking you were lost to us forever, I never want to let you out of my sight.”

His mother sighs, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “But I’m not that selfish, and I know you aren’t either. I raised you to not be. So, go, save the universe. Come back when you can, try to send messages.”

“I will, Mamma.” Lance’s voice cracks and he quickly nods. “I will. I’ll send messages all the time, you’ll get sick of them.”

“Just promise me one thing, Leonardo.” She stares into his eyes, already searching for the truth of this promise. “Promise me you’ll come back to me. You’ll come back alive and okay.”

I died out there, Mamma. The unspoken words are just on his lips, tingling and painful.

“I promise, Mamma.” He says instead, and lets her pull him in again.