#I think it’s pretty neat :o)

[spock-adoodledoo]

THE OP...... HELLO ????? HELLOOOOOOO

things i like off the top of my head:

the transition of maomao pointing at the moon to pointing at other things, including a hawk (probably from the hunt???).

the hint of the former emperor lol (he's framed by lotuses, which usually represent purity and rebirth,,, interesting)

baby jinshi (bursts into tears)

THE AMOUNT OF DOORS AND KALEIDOSCOPIC/MAZE LIKE ELEMENTS. it's giving shrine of choosing, and also seems to emphasize the palace and/or its politics as this colossal organization that's fraught with secrets and difficult to play well... ahghh i love how it ties the whole op together. sooooo visually pleasing

also some of the color palettes, eg maomao's shots at the beginning, and the wet frog panels, are realllyyyyy nice

shisui maomao and xiaolan at the end<3

edit: I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH LIHUA AND SHIN. FHKALJKDFLSM yeah . banger op. just realized both she and loulan have a "double" in the palace they're so clever for that four consorts sequence

[thatisaloaf]

Oh yeah look at this thing i made

My friends gonna turn it into a pin as soon as she finds her pin press :]

[residentialsinyomakai]

i love him. i love him. i love him. i love him. i love him. i love him. i have a headcanon that he’s so-sorree’s older brother and they hate eachother’s guts. i love him.

:3

I LOVE THAT HEADCANON AHXIEOF

Always figured they were related somehow, plus both of their designs are fun :]

[gwuncan-exhibit]

…and so it ends! After seven months of a lot of on and off productivity, I can finally say that I finished this Gwuncan tale! 💫💚💙

I’m so happy it’s done, I don’t really finish a lot of things I start tbh, but I’m glad that this was one thing I was able to complete (-: GwenxDuncan were always my favorite couple from the show and I just really wanted to give them a cute little love story. I hope I did these characters justice! 🫶🏼

Alsoo…I UPDATED THE COVER!!! @purplemys drew me a really beautiful piece a few months ago and I’m still shook to this day by what they created! 🥹💟 Go follow them pls, they’re really cool and have some amazing art!

[seaoreos]

the funniest thing about being bi and having a self-shipper partner + qpp who are both mainly/exclusively attracted to men is that when they see a neat woman they immediately look at me and go ‘bee you should selfship with her’ I love it

[ahqkas]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a s/o who doesn’t know they have hero identities yet and they find out s/o has some merch of their hero side at their house? S/o just thinks that heroes neat and uses one of the figures as a door stopper so the door does not slam when it’s windy and the windows open or paper weight for important paperwork so it doesn’t go flying everywhere?

♯SECRETS WE KEEP CLOSE TO OUR HEARTS

— gn!reader, kinda based it of the stuff i own !!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

. . . BRUCE WAYNE !

IT STARTED OUT LIKE ANY OTHER MORNING AT WAYNE MANOR. the first rays of sunshine peeked through the heavy curtains of bruce’s grand bedroom, the golden light pooling across the floor. you shuffled out of bed, your feet cold against the hardwood, and grabbed the nearest hoodie to ward off the chill. you’ve never been a morning bird. but what would change it now?

unbeknownst to you, bruce was already awake, freshly showered and shaved, nursing a steaming cup of coffee alfred made for him in the kitchen. he was going over the morning’s headlines of the gotham gazette when he heard your light footsteps approaching. a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. mornings like this—quiet, unhurried—were rare but cherished.

“morning,” you greeted, still groggy as you walked into the kitchen.

“morning,” he replied, glancing up from the paper. the casual warmth in his voice faltered the moment his eyes landed on your figure.

you were wearing that hoodie. black, oversized, and emblazoned with a bright yellow bat-symbol on the front. he recognized it immediately—he’d seen it on display in some tacky downtown gotham shop months ago. he’d even scoffed at the inaccuracies back then, not expecting you to own one, let alone wear it. and now you were draped in his merch.

bruce blinked, caught off guard, but quickly schooled his expression back into neutrality. “what are you wearing?” ( curiosity on the outside , panic on the inside ) . what if you knew of his nighttime activities?

glancing down at yourself and your choice of clothing, you tugged at the hem absentmindedly. “oh, this? yeah, i love it. it’s super comfy. got it on sale a while back.”

“you’re a fan of batman?”

you gave him a curious look. “who isn’t? he’s gotham’s hero. besides, the bat-symbol looks pretty cool.” you shrugged, heading to the coffee maker. “though i guess it’s a little weird wearing merch of someone who’s technically, like, a crime boss for good.”

bruce choked on his coffee, barely masking it with a cough. “crime boss?”

“well, think about it,” you teased, pouring yourself a mug of the dark liquid. “he’s got henchmen—like robin and nightwing—and a lair filled with gadgets. he’s just . . . on the good side.”

the batman fought the urge to laugh. he leaned back in his chair, observing you with a mix of affection and amusement. who knew he had such a lovie around his finger? “that’s one way to look at it,” he replied smoothly, though he couldn’t help but feel a small swell of pride.

you turned, leaning against the counter, and sipped your coffee. “why? you don’t like him?”

his brows arched, genuinely curious. “what makes you say that?”

“you’re awfully neutral about the guy for someone who lives in gotham. most people either think he’s amazing or a total menace. you’re, like, switzerland on batman,” you said, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“let’s just say . . . i have a unique perspective.”

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

IT WAS ONE OF THOSE LAZY AFTERNOONS WHERE THE TWO OF YOU HAD DECIDED TO STAY IN. the sun filtered through the curtains of your cozy apartment, casting warm, golden light across the room as you lay curled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while dick was sprawled in an armchair across from you, pretending to do his own stuff at his phone but mostly watching you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

everything was perfectly normal—until he noticed what you were wearing.

it was a t-shirt, oversized and clearly one of your go-to comfy options. but not just any shirt. emblazoned across the chest was the bold, angular symbol of nightwing, printed in that unmistakable electric blue. now that got his attention.

dick blinked, lowering the glowing screen slightly to get a better look at you. for a moment, he felt a mix of pride, amusement, and sheer panic wash over him. you had nightwing merch? did you know? were you teasing him? or had you just picked it up as a casual fan of blüdhaven’s vigilante? there were so many questions but so little answers.

“nice shirt,” he commented casually, though his voice had an edge of curiosity, asking you with saying the question out loud.

you glanced up, oblivious to his sudden attention. “oh, this?” you plucked at the hem and grinned. “yeah, i thought it was cool. i found it at this little street market the other day. plus, the guy’s kinda awesome, you know?”

he quirked a brow, trying not to look too amused. “kinda awesome?”

“okay, really awesome,” you gave in with a laugh. “i mean, he’s out there keeping blüdhaven from going completely off the rails. and unlike some other heroes, he doesn’t have a million-dollar budget or fancy gadgets. he just . . . handles it.”

your boyfriend leaned back in the plush chair, a smirk tugging at his lips. “sounds like you’re a pretty big fan.” talk about narcissism.

“well, yeah, who wouldn’t be? he’s smart, agile, and has a heart. plus, have you seen his—” you caught yourself, suddenly looking flustered and with a good reason. you were caught ranting to your boyfriend about nightwing.

“seen his what?” dick was intrigued even more now after your little slip up, leaning forward with his smirk deepening. oh, he was just starting.

you waved a hand dismissively, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. “nothing. forget i said anything.”

“uh-huh. sure. so, did you pick that shirt just because you’re a fan, or . . . ?”

you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at his suspiciously amused tone. “what’s with the third degree, grayson? are you jealous or something?”

“me? jealous of a guy in spandex? never,” he replied with mock indignation. but the way his lips twitched betrayed his amusement—and the fact that he was having way too much fun with this.

“good,” you teased, leaning back into the pillows. “because if i ever run into him, i’ll totally make sure to tell him my boyfriend is completely secure and not at all threatened by a superhero.”

dick laughed, shaking his head a little. “oh, i’m sure he’d be very flattered to hear that.”

seeing you in his symbol was both endearing and a little surreal. part of him wanted to come clean right then and there, to tell you that the guy you admired so much was sitting right across from you, teasing you about your t-shirt. but for now, he decided to keep his secret.

still, as he watched you lounge in that nightwing tee, a soft warmth bloomed in his chest. if you only knew the truth, he had a feeling you’d still think he was kind of awesome—though he wasn’t sure you’d ever let him live down the spandex comments.

. . . JASON TODD !

IT WAS A BREEZY SATURDAY AFTERNOON, and the windows of your small apartment were wide open, letting the crisp, cool air in. papers were strewn across your desk as you worked on sorting through bills and notes. to keep the occasional gust from scattering everything, you’d grabbed the closest thing you could find—an action figure.

( not just any action figure, though. )

sitting proudly on top a stack of papers was a small, highly detailed replica of gotham’s infamous red hood, complete with his signature leather jacket, red helmet, and pistols. even the little red bat on his chest matched the original.

your boyfriend walked in, carrying takeout bags in both hands as he kicked the front door shut behind him, his boots making soft thuds against the floor. “babe, i got—” he froze mid-sentence when he spotted the figure perched on your desk. his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

no fucking way.

“is that . . . ?”

you glanced up briefly, barely registering his confusion. “huh?”

he set the bags down on the counter, crossed the room in a few strides, and picked up the small figurine. jason held it up, examining it with an almost comical mix of horror and amusement on his face.

“this,” he said, gesturing to the action figure like it had personally offended him, “is red hood merch.”

“yeah, and?” you replied nonchalantly, not looking up from your stack of papers.

“and?” he repeated, incredulous. “why do you even have this? do you collect vigilante merch or something?”

“no, i just saw it at some random shop a while ago. i thought it looked cool, so i bought it. plus, he’s kind of a badass.”

jason blinked, caught between pride and disbelief. “you think he’s a badass?”

“yeah, don’t you?” you finally looked up at him. lips curving into a teasing smile. “what, are you jealous of a figurine now?”

his jaw ticked, his expression unreadable as he turned the figure over in his hands. “jealous? no,” he muttered, though the tightness in his voice suggested otherwise. “i just think it’s funny that you’re using this to keep your papers from flying out the window. kind of disrespectful to the guy, don’t you think?”

you laughed. “oh, please. i’m sure gotham’s notorious anti-hero doesn’t care if his likeness is helping me with my paperwork. honestly, he should feel honored.”

“honored?” jason echoed, his lips twitching into a smirk despite himself. “yeah, i’m sure that’s exactly what he’d feel.”

you leaned back in your chair, watching him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what’s with the attitude? are you secretly a red hood fanboy or something?”

he rolled his eyes, setting the figure back down on your desk—albeit more carefully than he’d picked it up. “oh, yeah, totally. i’ve got a whole shrine dedicated to him at home.”

“hm, i bet you do,” you teased, grinning as you watched him retreat to unpack the takeout.

jason shook his head, his smirk lingering as he pulled out the food. internally, he was debating how to feel about the whole situation. on one hand, the fact that you admired red hood (even if you didn’t know it was him) was oddly flattering. on the other, the sight of his miniature self keeping your papers in line was downright hilarious.

as he set the table, he couldn’t resist throwing a final jab over his shoulder. “just saying, if you’re such a big fan, you should probably treat him with more respect. maybe let him do something cooler than babysit your bills.”

“oh, relax,” you shot back, laughing. “if he has a problem, he can come tell me himself.”

jason snorted, shaking his head as he brought the plates over. “careful what you wish for, babe.”

don’t be surprised when red hood comes knocking on your door, sweetheart!

. . . TIM DRAKE !

THE NIGHT WAS CLOSING IN and tim was stretched out on your couch in your apartment, his phone resting on his lap as we tiredly watched the tv. the soft hum of the crime documentary filled the background as you dug through your bag by the door, fishing around for your keys.

“found them!” you declared, holding them up triumphantly.

tim glanced over with a small smile tugging at his lips. you were adorable like this, excited over the smallest things. “that’s a lot of enthusiasm for finding keys.”

you walked over, jingling the keyring in the process. “it’s not about the keys, it’s about this little guy.”

you held up the ring, pointing specifically at a tiny lego figure hanging off of it. the miniature figure wore a domino mask and a red-and-black suit with a yellow “R” emblazoned on the chest—a miniature red robin.

your boyfriend froze on the spot. his brain seemed to hit a wall as he stared at the tiny version of himself dangling from your keys. the little figure swayed slightly, as though mocking him.

“ . . . where did you get that?”

“oh, isn’t it cute?” you beamed, completely unaware of his internal crisis. “i found it in one of those comic stores a while back. thought it’d make a perfect keychain. and it has! look at him, so heroic, guarding my keys.”

tim blinked, unsure whether to laugh or groan. heroic? lego him? guarding your keys?

“you’re a fan of red robin?” he asked carefully, tilting his head.

you shrugged, plopping down onto the spot on the couch beside him, immediately leaning into his warmth. “i mean, yeah. who isn’t? he’s kind of underrated, though, don’t you think?”

“underrated?”

“yeah!” you set the keys on the coffee table and turned to him. “i mean, everyone talks about batman and nightwing—and robin, obviously—but red robin? he’s like . . . the smart one. the strategic one. he deserves more credit, you know?”

tim raised an eyebrow, trying not to look too smug. “so, he’s your favorite, then?”

“mmm,” you pretended to consider. “he’s up there. though nightwing’s a close second. sorry, but the guy’s got moves.”

he snorted, leaning back against the couch. “can’t argue with that.”

“but red robin’s, like, the total package,” you continued, gesturing animatedly. “he’s clever, he’s got that whole detective thing going on, and he doesn’t get as much attention, so he’s probably not as cocky as some of the others.”

your hero boyfriend choked on his laugh. “not as cocky?”

“yeah, he strikes me as humble, you know?” you leaned forward, picking up the keychain again and holding it up like it was a sacred artifact. “plus, he’s got great taste in suits. red and black? iconic.”

tim bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to keep a straight face. “so you carry him around everywhere?”

“of course,” you said, grinning. “he’s like my little sidekick. protects my keys from danger. well, mostly from me losing them, but still.”

he shook his head, unable to hide his smile anymore. “you’re something else, you know that?”

part of him wanted to tell you right then and there that the figure you adored so much was literally him—but there was something too sweet, too hilarious about the situation to ruin it just yet. besides, you looked genuinely happy talking about red robin, and he kind of liked seeing himself through your eyes, even if you didn’t know it. he made a silent vow to tell you the truth soon. but for now, he let you keep your little lego protector, amused and endeared by the fact that you unknowingly carried a tiny version of him wherever you went.

[feelo-fick]

this is like the fourth. no. fifth? sixth????? time ive actually come close to weeping at a cute ship thing. what the fuck man. what the hell.

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐞.𝐦.

This piece contains 18+ content.

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader [friends → lovers]

Summary Eddie holds good on his promise to take you out on a date, and as the night comes to a close, you realize you’re not ready to say goodbye [fluff, smut, 4.3k].

A/N This is the long-awaited continuation of come whatever may. You can read that first if you'd like, but enough context will be provided here. Spoiler alert: the sex is very soft, teasy, and desperate because they’re in l-o-v-e. Haven't written smut in nearly two years, but I evoked the muses of times past—and thus!...

PART 1

∘°∘♡∘°∘

Summer is long gone, but when you open the door to Eddie holding flowers, the warmth that rises to your cheeks makes it feel nearer than ever. It’s a vibrant bouquet composed of white roses, red lilies, baby’s breath, and leafy foliage. The wrapper crinkles as he extends them to you with an easy smile and soft hello. Your eyes flick back up to his after admiring the delicate blooms. 

There’s a healthy flush to his cheeks, his curls neat and defined. The black leather jacket he’s wearing clings to his slender frame with a polished edge. Under the weight of your gaze, he huffs out a chuckle that reminds you you’re still on earth. 

“Gonna let me in, sweetheart?” Charm drips from his voice and shimmers within his chocolate eyes. 

Nodding, you shuffle backwards, allowing him to enter and push the door shut behind himself. As he steps further inside, you can feel his gaze sweeping over your outfit. An olive-green corduroy dress layered over a beige turtleneck that’s soft against your skin. His smile grows, glinting bright enough for anyone to believe he just won the Lotto when, really, it’s just the pretty sight of you holding the flowers he bought. 

“These are beautiful.” You raise the bouquet, but Eddie’s eyes remain on you. Seeking refuge from his gaze, you tuck your nose down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the petals. “They smell amazing too.” 

“That’s all you, sweetheart.” 

You get shy when his eyes meet yours. “You like my outfit and everything?” 

Eddie swallows back a degree of his earnestness so he doesn’t sound too far gone. “Of course I do, are you kidding me?” 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Robin descends the staircase with a bag slung over her shoulder like she’s prepared to leave, hair tied up in a messy bun. Given your parents were away in Indianapolis for the weekend, you’d asked her to come over and help you get ready so you wouldn’t be alone. 

Eddie’s eyes flick to her, clearing his throat. “Did you help her pick this out, Buckley?” 

“Obviously,” she smirks. “Nice hair.” 

“It is really nice,” you agree with a soft smile. Eddie lifts a passive shoulder, chest fluttering. 

“Rob, do you think you could…” she takes the bouquet without you having to ask. The two of you had shuffled through the attic and dug out a vase earlier that afternoon. 

Eddie had promised this date, along with flowers, a week ago when you slipped away from Steve’s party to be alone. That night, he’d kissed you in the heat of the moment but wanted to backtrack and do things right. You deserved that much. 

The time you’ve been looking forward to has finally come. 

With your hands now free, the only thing you can think to do is wrap your arms around Eddie. The world goes still as he hugs you back, nerves quelling beneath your skin. For a moment, you merely enjoy the warmth of the same arms you’ve been wrapped in countless times before. With your head tucked into his chest, enveloped by the faint scent of his cologne, you release all the worries that ride on the sweeping coattails of change. For a moment, he’s just Eddie, your best friend. 

When you pull away, he leans in, tilting his head with that familiar, boyish curiosity. “You alright?” he asks quietly, searching your gaze.

You nod, a smile breaking through. He takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, “Just checkin’.” 

Robin soon walks back into the foyer. “I put the flowers in a vase for you,” she announces, taking her hair down and shaking it out. “Hate to admit it, but you two are actually cute. It’s disgusting.” 

“Hey,” Eddie lifts his hands, laughing. “Little victories.” 

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder with a content sigh. “Welp, I’m about to go pester Harrington at Family Video.” She turns to Eddie, playfully narrowing her eyes. “You better treat her right, ‘cause best believe I’ll be hearing all about this date.” 

When she slips out the door, Eddie smiles at you in silent assurance. 

●・○・●・○・●

The sun hasn’t quite begun to set, but orange and pink faintly blend on the horizon. A cool fall breeze flows in through the cracked windows as the radio plays softly. Eddie had asked his Uncle Wayne to borrow his pickup truck because it’d be more romantic than his bulky van. You can’t say whether he was right, only that you’re grateful to be riding shotgun with him—headed to an unknown destination, no less. 

You’d already guessed through a list of places that Eddie denied with amusement. Sighing, you look out the window to people bustling about, walking dogs and strolling out of shops. You’re coming out of the more commercial side of town, nearing Lover’s Lake and the state park.  

“I give up,” you sigh. 

Eddie chuckles, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, ignorant to his warming effect on you. “Okay, fine, I’ll give you a hint.” That makes you peer over at him in interest. “If I had to guess, I’d say not a lot of people have had the chance to try it out yet.” 

That’s a dead giveaway. Your mouth falls open in surprise. “That new place along the lake—Stillwater Grill?” The twitch of Eddie’s lips is telling. “No way!” The excitement in your voice makes his chest tighten.

Stillwater was supposed to be good, from what you’d heard. A slightly elevated dining experience minus the formalities and steep pricing of a restaurant like Enzo’s. Where classic American favorites embrace small-town charm, according to the paper. 

Upon your arrival, the parking lot houses a pretty decent number of cars. Lover’s Lake provides a serene backdrop that catches the evening light. Couples stand outside admiring the view. Eddie opens your door and helps you out of the truck like a proper gentleman. You happily tuck yourself into him as you walk inside. 

When you were younger, you often wondered what love would be like. Books and the movies always presented countless possibilities, but you always believed it’d be special for you. So different that nothing else would be able to compare—perhaps, selfishly. One thing for sure, you never could’ve dreamed up someone like Eddie. 

As he sits across from you under the dim glow of the lights, laughter and chatter filling the air, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to put all this into words. Belly full, you realize that what you’ve enjoyed even more than the food and cozy, rustic atmosphere was his company. 

Eddie has an inexplicably magnetic way. There was a magic in getting him all to yourself. In relishing the lovely sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always on the verge of laughter. The passion he exuded made it seem like the way he loved a given thing was biblical. He could talk the ears off a cornfield if he wanted but knew instinctively when to listen. Even your passing remarks seemed to bear some semblance of importance to him.  

Conversing with him had always been easy, but without other people vying for his attention, you were truly able to admire the boy before you. To embrace the deepening attraction. 

As you wait for the waiter to bring the tab, you don’t realize you’ve grown silent and begun blinking at him with the fondest eyes. 

●・○・●・○・●

The wooden stairs of your front porch creak under both your footsteps as you climb them, stopping in front of your front door as the night settles around you. Moths flutter around the lanterns framing the door, crickets chirp in the lawn. Eddie kicks at a dead leaf, combing through a sea of thoughts in search of the right words. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says. You wait for him to continue. His doe eyes search yours for the briefest moment, seeing right through you it seems. “Would you like to be my girlfriend? ‘Cause I think it’s gonna be hard for me to quit you.” 

Your mouth opens a couple times in a mix of giddiness and surprise. “Yeah,” you finally breathe. “Yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” 

Smiling, he steps forward to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that you feel everywhere. It manages to outshine the first, more desperate, kiss you’d shared a week prior. This one is steady and sure, like a promise sealed with a prim bow. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you shyly duck your head. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” he asks, lifting your chin. 

He doesn’t want to go, instead wishing he could stall and stay right here with you. He’s parted ways with you hundreds of times before, but now he can’t seem to figure out how he ever did. That’s how he knows he’s in trouble. The best kind. 

“I’ll pick up,” you promise. 

He stands at your door until you see yourself inside. It’s quiet without him. Your eyes land on the flowers he got you, now in a vase in the living room thanks to Robin. Too quiet. The sound of your front door reopening stops Eddie in his tracks. He turns around with a slight furrow between his brows. 

“Everything okay?” he calls, mindful of his volume. 

You make a small motion for him to come back to you. He listens in a heartbeat. 

There’s a weighted look in his eyes beneath the playfulness, “Miss me already?” 

“No,” you lie. 

●・○・●・○・●

It’s a wonder how you manage to make it feel like there’s a pleasant fire kindling within him. What started out as yet another easy conversation, has turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs as the TV drones in the background.

Everything feels heightened now. The brush of your lips against his, your fingers gently scratching at the nape of his neck. 

Eddie’s lips part in a soft, shuddering breath when you roll your hips over him. 

“Hold on a second, sweetheart.” His eyebrows are pinched as he pulls back from the kiss, hands stilling you. 

You blink down at him all owl-like. “Did I do something?” you murmur, purposely shifting over him again.

He restrains from canting his hips upwards. There’s a softness to his gaze even though his cheeks are flushed hot. 

“If getting me worked up counts. You’re real good at that.” His shamelessness is dizzying. “Just don’t wanna get ahead of myself.” It’s a subtle invitation, a chance for you to call things off in case you aren’t on the same page. 

But you can feel warmth pooling low in your belly. “What else am I good at?” 

He knows you’re game then. For whatever this is, whatever it’s bound to become. 

“Trying to pretend I’m not driving you crazy too.” He chuckles when you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. 

There’s a gentleness to the way Eddie’s hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, meeting the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Eddie,” you murmur, lifting from his neck as his fingers continue their trail upwards.

“Hmm?” He pauses, thumb stroking your skin in soft circles. 

“Can we go to my room?” A slight shiver runs through you as his fingers move to trace along the crease of your thigh.

“Your call, sweetheart.” 

Before he withdraws his hand, he snaps the waistband of your panties and grins when you straighten.  

●・○・●・○・●

The lamp on your nightstand casts everything in a dim, warm glow. Eddie shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your desk chair, eyes roving over the notebooks and pens strewn about. The sight of his tattooed arms makes you move to kiss him again, letting your lips wander to the corner of his mouth and his chin in a trail of warmth. He throbs in his jeans when you slip your fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and curl them into his stomach. 

Reluctantly, he pulls away from your lips and steps back enough to pull the fabric over his head in one swift movement, muscles rippling as the dark ink on his torso is revealed. With newly disheveled hair, he kisses you backward onto the bed, crawling over top of you as you settle into the mattress with a pleased hum. 

Having the upper hand allows him to press hot kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as you huff out sighs and caress his milky skin with buzzing fingertips. Nothing about his movements is rushed, each press of his lips intentional enough to believe he'd had them planned for years.

Eddie didn’t know your body yet, not in the way he’d like to. But he was reading it in real-time. Cataloging every writhe and hitch of your breath so he knew where to return. The obsessive part of his brain often gets on his nerves, but he’s grateful for it now. Grateful he wants to see every move and sound you can make. There’s an artistry to it, a musicality. 

An inkling of panic arises when he begins to suckle on the side of your neck as you offer it. Not because he’s being rough, but because it’s overwhelming enough to want to crawl out of your skin. A soft whimper rises up your throat as your hands find his flexed biceps, digging in. You’re unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away. 

Eddie rises from your neck on his own accord, running a finger over the spot. “You like it when I kiss you here, huh?” There’s a slow, honeyed quality to his voice. 

When you offer a helpless nod, he leans back down again, and you shudder as his mouth laves over the same sensitive area a little ways beneath your ear. Exasperated, you blindly paw for the waistband of his jeans, fingers shaky as you fiddle with his belt buckle.

Feeling your struggle, Eddie moves to press a final kiss to your throat before pulling away from your neck. 

“Stupid thing,” you pant, pouting up at him for help. 

Chuckling, Eddie reaches down with one hand to undo it with ease. Then, watches with blown pupils as you hurry to undo the button and zipper. He slips off the bed as smoothly as he can to remove his pants, black boxers tented and straining. A spark of heat surges through you as you press your thighs together at the sight. 

No sooner is he crawling back to help you out of your clothes. The lacy underwear set you’re wearing beneath is a pretty shade of baby blue, and Eddie can’t help but palm himself. 

“Jesus,” he sounds awed and devastated at the same time. “You’re so gorgeous...” 

Before he’s even had time to process, you take off your bra, baring your chest for him to see. Your nipples pebble with the new exposure and all of two seconds pass before he’s surging forward, sending you tumbling back to the mattress in a breath of startled laughter he swallows down like a lifeline. 

You gasp into his mouth, back arching, as he cups one of your breasts, circling and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You’re barely kissing him back anymore, but he continues licking into your mouth as your lips part around shallow exhales. 

That’s when the phone begins to ring. Eddie sits back on his haunches despite your attempt to stop him. 

“Might be important.” His voice is rough. 

“They can leave a message.” 

He smirks, dragging a hand through his hair. “You sure?”

Lifting your leg, you run a careful foot over the swell of his boxers. He twitches at the contact. 

“You’re all I care about,” you murmur. “Need you, E.” There’s a desperate edge to your voice that draws him right back in.

“You’ve got me.” He runs a lone finger down the front of your panties. “Can I take these off?” You’re only half listening to his words, nodding to whatever. “Lift up for me.” The muscles of your thighs tremble as you do. 

Tossing your panties aside, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your belly button. Then another one just beneath it. A surprised sound rises up your throat when he gently spreads you open to kiss that swollen, sensitive part of you that’s pulsing with need.  

“Oh, gosh—” you stutter out, hands threading into his hair.

“Need me right here?” His voice is laced with a smile, and you can’t help a breathy laugh. Prideful warmth ignites in his chest. “Or do you need me somewhere else?” He trails playful, ticklish nips along your inner thighs, making you squirm. 

“Eddie, please…” 

He’s gracious enough to begin rubbing your clit in precise, measured circles, intently studying the pretty scrunch of your face.

“Firmer,” you instruct breathily, “—just like that, just like that.” Your legs spread wider instinctively, arching when he collects your slick with a slow, heavy finger. 

You’re already so on edge from his previous attention that it only takes a few moments before you ascend into bliss, muscles growing taut as your mouth falls agape. The strong, rhythmic pulses serve as your only touchpoint to reality along with Eddie’s tender caress at your slick, fluttering entrance. One he didn’t even have the chance to breach. 

“Look at you…” he says, voice thick. “Made it easy for me.” He laughs a little, more turned on than anything. 

“It’s not funny,” you halfheartedly assert, cheeks prickling. 

“No,” Eddie agrees. “Just super-duper hot.” 

As he raises up, you realize his other hand is tucked into his boxers, lazily stroking himself. A second wave of desire builds within you, overlapping the remnants of the first and any sense of embarrassment that had begun to kindle. It’s spurred by the deep flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are soaking you in like he’s just witnessed the most beautiful unraveling. 

Under your hazy, watchful gaze, he scrambles off the bed. Without warning, he shoves his boxers down, kicking them from around his ankles. His arousal impressively springs up towards his stomach. You bite your lip at the rosy, leaking tip, the gorgeous vein snaking prominently along the underside. 

Eddie peeks over at you with a dazed quirk of his lips before retrieving his wallet from his jacket. He pulls out a square foil packet and promptly rips it open with his teeth. 

Upon crawling back into the bed, he isn’t expecting you to take his cock in a loose hold, stroking upwards from the curly hair at the base to circle your thumb around the tip. There’s a pleasant tug low in his gut as he kicks up in your palm. 

“Sweetheart…” His voice is soft, nearly a plea. You let your hand glide back down, this time venturing lower to cradle the soft weight hanging beneath. He nearly buckles forward. “What're you doing to me?” he rasps. 

“Nothing,” you murmur innocently, wetting your hand and giving him a few more easy strokes, enjoying the warm, veiny feel of him before withdrawing your touch. 

He curses under his breath as he rolls the condom down, his gaze never leaving you as you reposition yourself to take him. 

“Eager beaver,” you lilt as he crowds over you. 

“Yeah,” he exhales. “I am.” 

He lines up at your entrance, tip catching as he collects your slick with a wavering breath.  

You open your legs even wider. “Want you,” you murmur, breathy and sweet. 

The expression on his face is like something from a painting, raw and rapturous as he eases into your encompassing warmth. He takes it slow, giving you time to relax around him as you breathe through the dull ache of welcoming him in. A low, guttural sound escapes him once he’s buried all the way. 

Your chests brush. Tears prick in your eyes at the closeness, the feeling of being filled so completely. 

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs, lips clumsy against your chin. “Like I made you up in my head.” 

He begins moving, slowly drawing back only to push back in. A steady rhythm finds him as your mouth falls open, legs hooking around his thighs. The muscles of his back ripple with his effort, and you chart every tense line with your fingertips. 

With a low groan, he makes a minor adjustment to better reach that spongy spot within you. You arch into him with a whimper, breath catching in your throat. 

“There she is,” he whispers, reaching between your bodies to rub firm, steady circles against your clit. 

“Oh, god…” It sounds like you’re in pain even though you’re the furthest thing from it. When you close your eyes, tears stream down your face in twin streaks, surprising both of you. Eddie tenderly wipes them away, gaze soft. 

“You’re okay,” he promises. “It’s just me, angel.”

Except, Eddie isn't just anything. You’ve never felt so close to someone, so in tune, and somehow, it’s Eddie—sweet, goofy, wild-haired Eddie—who knew exactly what you needed. He picks up the pace as you arch and writhe beneath him, body yielding without question.

“You feel so good,” you whimper, clenching around him. 

His groan reverberates against your neck as his hips jerk sloppily, “Can’t say stuff like that…” Those words only make you tighten around him again.

The dazed way he mouths at your shoulder lets you know he’s clinging onto composure. You’re too warm, too everything—snug, and soft, and beautiful. He’s not ready for this feeling to end. This heady, binding haze of pleasure.  

“Eddie,” you breathe softly. “Wanna ride you…” 

Your plea nearly finishes him off. “Yeah?” he croaks.

You nod, whimpering. He barely withstands the feeling of slipping from within you. Shifting onto his back allows him a moment of reprieve, but he nearly loses himself when you straddle him, sinking back down with a circle of your hips. 

You brace your hands on his ribcage, steadily rocking on top of him as your head tips back. Sweat glistens in the divot of his sternum as he attempts to move in time with you. When you speed up, he closes his eyes to calm himself down. 

“Hey…where’d you go?” You croon, grazing your nails from his chest to his quivering stomach, relishing the feeling of his warm, dewy skin beneath your fingertips.

The wrecked way he forces his eyes back open almost makes you fall apart. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as a greater sense of urgency awakens between you. It’s in the way you speed up, both eager, desperate, chasing. He memorizes the way your body moves over top of his, the bouncy sway of your chest. 

“You look so pretty taking me like this,” he shudders. “My pretty girl.” 

“Eddie…” you coo, high and breathy. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he chokes out. “Wanna feel you come around me so bad.” He’s babbling now, “Shit, I’m not gonna last. I can’t take it anymore, angel...I can’t—” 

The earnest crack of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge, vision spotting. Pleasure radiates throughout every fiber of your being as your walls contract around him. He stills your hips with a firm hold, bucking upwards and coming undone in surging waves. You slide your hands over his abdomen to feel him flex with each strong jolt that wracks him. 

As your body begins to relax, you blink down at him, lips parted as you catch your breath. Eddie throws an arm over his face as he sucks in air, neck and chest flushed pink. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. 

Both of you shudder as you ease off him. The pleasant ache of loss pulses between your legs as you partially lay down on top of him, hooking a leg over his waist. He traces along your thigh in light, soothing passes. You can feel his chest rising and falling. 

“You okay?” he eventually murmurs.

You nod, kissing his shoulder. “You?”

“I think so,” he chuckles weakly. 

●・○・●・○・●

The afterglow brings a quiet stillness to the air. Clean and beneath the sheets, you study Eddie’s long lashes, his nose, his plush lips. He eventually cracks a self-conscious smile.  

“What?” he questions. You shake your head because you don’t know what to say. He doesn’t look like he believes you. “C’mon...” 

So, you think of something, a small truth you’re willing to give him, “I just really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.”

He hums, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. “What was your favorite part?” 

“Probably the food at Stillwater,” you say, though your fingertips are tracing along his jaw, then down his neck, trailing to his waistline to lightly brush between his hip bones as he squirms. “Best I’ve ever had,” you lilt. 

Eddie breaks into a flustered laugh, leaning over to sleepily kiss the coy smile from your lips. 

“But really, though,” you say afterward. “Thanks for tonight. Never met a guy quite like you.” 

Eddie realizes then that he’d better get a head start on counting his lucky stars. 

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Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think.

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[unknown-guesses]

"Opportune murder" you say? Well well well if that isn't succession drama I see peeking over the horizon!

Someone might have already pointed this out, or it's obvious, but, the extra art with Eklutna about "seeing your own face(?) reflected back", and Owlstar saying that "StarClan said", which I'm assuming is him repeating what Eklutna told him, I have a feeling that it's just... a lie. Yes, StarClan was reaching out about the oil, and it just so happened that Eklutna was the one who they reached out to and she spread the word. But that was it. They just needed help with that, it wasn't meant to be something bigger. But Eklutna NEEDED to feel like she was meant for even more, and she started lying to herself that her kits are meant to rule, to the point where she herself started to believe in her own lies. StarClan said... nothing. It was something she made up and yet fully believed it was StarClan who told her that due to how deeply she believed in her own lies. And when she looks up, it really it just herself reflecting back, cause StarClan's mission for her was already complete.

The newest update is just living in my head rent-free. Welcome back! I see you've joined ArtFight, and if I may suggest adding Eklutna herself. Have a nice day!

I have now added Eklutna to the artfight profile! (friendly reminder to tell me who you guys want to see refs for because I likely won't do a ref for everyone, this post has a list of all the refs I've done so far), and you're definitely onto something here about what went down between Eklutna and Starclan. The question is I think, "is a lie really a lie if the liar truly believes it?" would Eklutna be so certain that Starclan would protect her if none of it was true? If it is all made up then what does that mean for her kits? Will they face punishment from Starclan for their mother's actions? Does her belief in it make it true in some way? Regardless, glad I could infect you with my silly cat brain worms.

Rosehippaw is certainly angry, with Starclan for letting her be so sick, with her parents for babying her, with the clan for acting like she's worth less than her sister, with her sister for being born healthy, ect. She's gonna have a complicated relationship with starclan for certain, whether she makes it or joins them. Currently she is more than sick of the medicine den, and cannot wait for the day to come where she leaves it and never comes back. Absolutely you can add an emoji! I'll do my best to keep an updated list for "optimal recognization" lol.

Thank you so much! It's such an honor to be someone's favorite blog, especially among all of the super talented creators in this community! I hope to inspire as many people as possible to start their own clangen blogs, cause they're SO FUN and you never know where they might go! As far as your question... wow, I wonder if we'll get an answer to that in a couple of generations time... hmm... But to really answer you: It, like a lot of things, would depend on the leader. They might decide to delay their leadership ceremony for a couple of moons, leaving them a perfect target for an opportune murder, or they could go ahead with it, potentially sacrificing their kit's health for the good of the clan and some insurance should anything go wrong during the birth. It would all depend on what the leader valued more, their kits or their clan.

Anyway, not to get off topic but all of these above asks have one thing in common:

(If you do not know what the dodgeball of prophecy is: they all predict something different that will come up later in the story.)

[menagerofmischief]

nsfw alphabet -> ln4

main masterlist / navigation

nsfw alphabet (a-z)

lando norris x reader

a/n: another request from the request graveyard. I see you guys, I promise I'll try to get to all of them!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Lando is a clinger! He doesn't really wanna move, preferring to stay down and cuddle, twisting his body into your own and staying cozy from your warmth. If he has to move he will, but best believe some part of his skin will be touching your at all times. He's also big on sharing baths together afterward with you leaning back into him.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Boobs! He loves your boobs and if he could he would never take his hands off of them. Loves to cuddle with his hands up your shirt and just holding your boobs.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Has no preference whatsoever. He likes anything, filling you up, cumming in your mouth, on your stomach/ass/back/tits. He's down for all of it and will always let out a little groan as he takes in the sight.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He gets hard watching you do domestic things around your shared apartment. You're leaning down to put dishes into the dishwasher, boner! Reaching into the washing machine to pull out a lost sock? Boner! Vacuuming the new rug? Boner!

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's pretty experienced and knows what he's doing. Uses his experience to drive you absolutely wild.

F= Favorite position

Doesn't really have a favorite but enjoys positions where he can grab your boobs easily. Loves cowgirl because your tits are bouncing in his face, it's his own personal slice of heaven.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Sometimes when you're having soft/slower sex he'll randomly burst into giggles. Other than that he's pretty good at giving what the situation requires.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He keeps it pretty neat, trimmed all the way down but doesn't completely shave it off. If you had different preferences he'd be up to trying and when it comes to you he doesn't mind anything as long as you're comfortable.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He can swing either way but I do think that he leans a bit forward to romantic and wanting you to experience every touch deeply and feel everything. However if it was a bad day, get ready because he can and will absolutely go rough.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Prefers you touching him rather than him touching himself but when you're not there or he's away, he'll be jacking off like a boy in puberty, always having your picture up on his phone or calling you to hear your voice.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Lives for your praise! Call him a good boy and he'll be a puddle on the floor. Also loves sucking on your nipples, whether it's during the intercourse or just cuddling with his mouth attached to your tit.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Absolutely up for getting down and dirty anywhere but loves to do it in your apartment. Any surface/room will do.

M= Motivation (what gets them going)

You! End of story. One look of you and oh, where did his pants go?

N= No (something they won't do)

I think he's pretty much down to trying anything you're interested into but wouldn't want to do anything that could seriously hurt you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He loves tasting you almost as much as he loves when you're sucking him off so his absolute favorite is 69, where he can get the best of both worlds. Absolutely knows what he's doing and would eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

P= Pace (do they prefer it slow or fast)

Pretty good at reading the mood and following what you want. Want it faster, he's pounding you into the mattress so fast your head is spinning. Prefer is slow, he'll make sure you feel every inch and drag.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies or taking their time)

Prefers to take his time and go for multiple rounds, but if either of you is feeling needy he'll absolutely pull you into the first corner and go for a quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He's up for experimenting and is pretty much down to try anything at least once. The most important thing for him is that you're both feeling comfortable.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go)

He can go multiple rounds at a time. Give him a second to catch his breath and he's already hard and leaking again, aching to get back into you.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Has a whole drawer filled with all different sorts of toys and enjoys using them to bring you pleasure. Likes to keep a vibrator pressed to your clit while he fucks you or eats you out.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He likes to tease but can't follow thought with it to the end because he has a weak spot for you and wants to give you all the love.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Absolute whore! Whines, moans, grunts, anything and everything. From making you beg, to him begging himself. Doesn't shut up.

W= Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

After Hungary '24 he railed you against the wall of his driver's room that shared with Oscar's, making you scream his name in an attempt to annoy his teammate.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in those pants)

He's packing, we all know it. Did you see the ridiculous amount of photos where his bulge is shown? Pretty sure someone said he's made it onto a Twitter (catch me dead calling it X) page called 'famous bulges'

Y= Yearning (sex drive)

The meter broke from how high it went ;) He wants you, all the time, everywhere, no questions asked. Can go whenever you want, for as long as you want.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Depends on the situation but I think yes, or at least moderately quick. Especially if you're staying right in bed and cuddling, he's dozing off quick and letting out soft snores (yes, I think he snores, sue me).

[bakug0uzb1thc]

saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall holding your daughter in your lap while she played with your fingers babbling to herself.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture of the way you held her.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he emphasized the end of his sentence.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” You said holding her up for him to hold.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm, When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He would gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording, pointing at what caused you to end up with a daughter.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)

[keeps-ache]

game wants my email to play, i give it my email. i don't play game, because it was kind of eh anyway. they send me emails, because i gave them my email. i ignore them. they send me more emails. i ignore them. they send me email with a subject title that is essentially 'hey free stuff !!!!'. i boot up game. game wants to update. i know this takes forever so i do other stuff in the meantime. it doesn't finish updating for 3 hours. my computer is lagging. my music is bugging. my stylus is trying to fake another death. it's finally done updating !! i hit 'play'. loading screen for 30+ minutes and i can't listen to my music now because i don't have the option to turn off game's music on the loading screen. my everything is so slow. so so slow. but also.. despite all this................. free stuff.........

[hoe4hockey]

NSFW A-Z Quinn Hughes

Warnings - smut and mentions of smut. DNI if you are a minor.

Is it even a hockey themed blog if you aren’t posting Quinn Hughes content? 👀

A - Aftercare

Very important to him. Wants to make sure you are well taken care of and well looked after. If anything can be a bit too intense at times. “Quinn someone who just fucked me so hard and I’m pretty sure bruised my cervix can’t then turn around and hand feed me and wipe sweat from my forehead.”

B - Body Part (Their/Yours)

Loves his hands, loves how strong they are and how long his fingers are. Like that he catches you watching him flex his fingers and his veins running along his hands makes you almost drool.

Loves your smile, doesn’t always come off as a fun loving guy but anytime you smile whether it be because of him or literally anything else he eats it up.

C - Cum

Comes hard and lots. Doesn’t care where it ends up as long as he can see it dripping from you or out of you.

“That’s it baby, stick your tongue out and show me how good I taste.”

D - Dirty Secret

Hasn’t ever tried it and wouldn’t know how to ask but wants to try anal. So bad. Like he dreams about it. You walking around the lake house in a skimpy little bikini doesn’t help the situation at all.

E - Experience

Has had a few partners but when you first started dating everything was still a bit clunky as he stumbled around and learned every little thing you like, what made you tick. Now he can make you come from flicking and tweaking your nipples alone. You fear Quinn Hughes may have ruined you for anyone else.

F - Favourite Position

Loves missionary. Loves looking into your eyes and swallowing your moans with kisses while he feels you fall apart around him. Also like to have access to your neck to wrap his long fingers around it.

G - Goofy

Quinn thinks there is a time and place for goofiness and the bedroom isn’t one of them. He can make you giggle and laugh after he’s ruined you.

H - Hair

Dark thick hair that he keeps neat and tidy, connects to a snail trail that when he stretches and his shirt lifts it drives you insane.

I - Intimacy

Very very big on intimacy, in any sense. Loves being close to you and knowing that you are his and his alone.

J - Jerk off

Might do it once or twice a week. Doesn’t really have the need if you aren’t there. His teammates have joked after he drilled into them at practice that maybe he needs to blow off some steam.

“The only thing I’ll be wrapping my hand around is my girls neck and I think that will be exactly what I need.” He says to Brock, leaving him standing in shock in the hallway. He couldn’t look you or Quinn in the eye for a few weeks.

K - Kink

Choking - big fan of choking. He likes his hands knows you like his hands and knows you like them too. Got drunk one night and you wrote necklace between his thumb and pointer finger then placed his hand around your neck. He legitimately almost came in his pants.

L - Location(Favourite places to do it)

Strictly a bed guy, likes having you spread out before him so he can do whatever he wants to you.

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

You being a brat. It spins his head and flips a switch inside him.

N - No(Draw a line In the sand)

Will not have sex with you anymore if his brothers are around. Only because they either have some sick intuition and have walked in on you guys in some not so pg13 positions.

O - Oral

Giver, could spend hours buried between your thighs. Wants to feel your thighs squeeze his head and watch them quiver as he tastes you on his tongue over and over again.

P - Pace

Likes to take his time and savour every moment. Would never go fast and want it to be over quickly unless absolutely necessary.

Q - Quickie

The only time they are required are during the off season when you and him offer to go and pick up dinner so you can have a little fun in the car before you get home. Yet somehow Jack still texted midway through and requested you guys pick up some extra stuff.

R - Risk

Quinn is very calculated and thinks about things heavily before he does them, in life, in hockey and also with sex. Doesn’t love the idea risk at all. In any sense, especially when it comes to you.

S- Stamina

Has stamina thanks to working out and training but he really just is a sleepy guy at his core. Loves doing what needs to be done then watching a movie and cuddling into you afterwards.

T - Toys

You have them but you only use them together. He caught you once when you didn’t hear him come through the door and the “punishment” that followed was almost worth doing it all over again.

U - Unfair(How much they like to tease)

Loves it, will tease you any chance he gets. Even in public he is so good at it and sneaky about it the only person who knows are you and him.

Hands in you underwear at a team dinner, check.

Laying on the couch watching movies with his family during the summer and his hands are cupping your breast under your shirt, check.

V- Volume (how loud they are or/what noise they make)

Moans and groans into your ear or your neck, the action sending vibrations all over your body.

W - Wildcard (random head cannon)

Has terrible nightmares, wakes up sweaty and breathing heavily gripping his chest. Looks over and see’s you and suddenly everything feels better again. Will hold you close and almost inhale you while he drifts back to sleep.

X - X-ray

Above average in length. Used to be insecure about it but has definitely learned to use it.

Y - Yearning(how high is there sex drive)

Doesn’t think he has a particularly high sex drive until he isn’t with you then it feels like he could quite literally stretch his skin off. Makes it even worse when he comes home from a roadie and then you can’t walk the next day.

Z - ZZZ(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Has trouble sleeping in general. Does enjoy staying up and watching you cuddle into him, when he eventually does drift off has an arm firmly wrapped around you.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

you kiss the tip before giving them head —jjk edition

Satoru Gojo—He’s already cocky, sprawled out and smug like he’s doing you a favor. But the moment your lips press a soft, teasing kiss to the very tip of his dick, his entire body jolts like you just hexed him. “…The hell was that?” he breathes, raspy, desperate. Then you do it again. Satoru hisses, his cock twitching against your tongue. He fists the sheets, pupils blown wide. “You—You can’t do that. You can’t be cute and nasty. That’s my job,” he pants, already losing composure. You don’t even have your mouth around him yet and he’s already twitching like he might fall apart. “Holy shit, you’re evil. I’m gonna fall in love again.”

Suguru Geto—He watches you with reverent eyes, one hand brushing your hair back like you’re something holy. But the moment you press a soft, worshipful kiss to the tip, his breath catches. “…You’re unreal,” he mutters, almost more to himself. You swirl your tongue against the slit, tasting him, and his composure fractures. “You don’t have to tease. Unless you want me to forget all my manners.” But he doesn’t stop you. He watches, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his cock throbbing in your hold. “Go on, baby,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek. “Show me how sweet you can be.”

Toji Fushiguro—You expect a grunt. A curse. Maybe a cocky smirk. But when you kiss the tip of his cock? He goes still. “…The fuck was that for?” he growls, low and confused. Then you smile, sweet and innocent, up at him, and do it again. Toji’s jaw locks. His hips twitch forward involuntarily. “Cute little tease,” he mutters, eyes dark. “You’re playing a dangerous fuckin’ game.” His hand curls into your hair as you lick a slow stripe down his length. “You better finish what you start, brat,” he growls. “Or I’m fucking your throat ‘til you cry.”

Kento Nanami—He’s neat, precise, composed, even in bed. But when you drop to your knees and press a single, reverent kiss to the flushed tip of his cock, all of that shatters. Nanami exhales harshly, like you just knocked the air from his lungs. “That’s… unnecessary,” he murmurs, trying and failing to stay calm. But you kiss it again, slow and teasing, and his hand immediately fists in your hair. “…Correction,” he says, low and trembling. “It’s completely necessary. But if you tease me like that again, I’m going to fuck your mouth like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.”

Choso Kamo—He already thinks you’re an angel. So when you kiss the tip like it’s something precious, he melts. “O-oh…” he gasps, looking down with wide, stunned eyes. His hands tremble slightly as they brush your cheeks, unsure if he should hold you or let you take your time. “Y-You’re really doing that… just for me?” You smile and kiss him again. His hips jerk, and he lets out a sound so pretty, it makes you want to ruin him. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, dazed. “But please… don’t stop.”

Ryomen Sukuna—You dare kiss his cock like it’s sacred? He laughs. A dark, guttural chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “Well, well… look who learned manners.” You kiss the tip again, and his reaction is instant. His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your eyes up to meet his. “Think you can tease the King of Curses?” he hisses, cock twitching against your lips. But there’s a twitch in his jaw, a stutter in his breath, a crack in that sadistic smirk. “Fine,” he snarls. “Be sweet. I’ll ruin you for it.”

Yuji Itadori—He was already blushing, thighs trembling, nervous from how hot you made him feel. But when you look up at him with those innocent eyes and kiss the tip, he whimpers. “A-Are you serious right now?” You swirl your tongue just under the head and he nearly loses his balance. “I’m—I’m not gonna last,” he stammers, a hand clutching your shoulder like it’s the only thing anchoring him. “Why’d you have to do that? That’s cheating!” He’s flushed down to his chest, panting before you even wrap your lips around him. “I might die happy.”

Megumi Fushiguro—He tries to keep his cool. Really, he does. But the moment you softly kiss the tip, his entire body tenses like a string pulled taut. “Don’t…” he warns. His voice is strained, rough. “Don’t do that unless you’re ready for what comes after.” You do it again, just to see what happens. Megumi exhales a shaky breath through his nose, eyes darkening. “You’re going to regret that,” he mutters. His hand comes to cradle the back of your head, almost gentle, until he forces you closer. “…Open your mouth.”

Inumaki Toge—He watches you with wide eyes, the faintest “nori…” tumbling out of his lips when you kiss the tip with a wicked little smile. His whole body jerks in surprise, and he clamps a hand over his mouth like he might moan out a cursed word. “Oh…” he gasps, hips twitching as you lick him. When you hum sweetly against the tip, he damn near collapses. His fingers twist in your hair, his breathing ragged. “…Don’t stop,” he finally whispers in your ear—real words, low and husky. “Please.”

[a-hazbin-reader]

Just had a fun idea but like, what about hcs on how the others would react upon realizing s/o has feelings for Alastor? Like out of everyone they could've fallen for of it HAD to be him kjbgbkjs

Thanks for the consideration and take care of yourself op! Drink water, eat food, and know ur favs adore you!

Everyone finding out that wifey is married to Alastor??? 👀 That's what I heard-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: A little suggestive in the middle bit? Angel helps wifey buy lingerie

Description: ☝️⬆️

You meet everyone at the hotel separately from your husband, so they never make the connection until they actually see you two together

Except Niffty, Alastor just had her trailing behind him one day

"Niffty! This is my darling wife! She is the lady of the house!"

"Neat! I'm gonna go find some bugs!"

"...she's cute, Alastor."

"She's a menace in disguise, my dear~"

When you first met Husker, you were playing cards when he suddenly saddled himself next to you with the kind of confidence that only an overlord has

Luckily, the game was only for fun, the two of you competing against each other in friendly competition

It's a good time between the two of you, you're charming and witty, Husk just eats it up and keeps asking you to play another game

"You're pretty good at this aren't you, beautiful? Do you gamble often?"

You simply hum and politely sip your drink, carefully thinking about how you're going to turn down the overlord

"I don't tend to frequent these sorts of places but my darling husband and I are celebrating so it's a special occasion~"

"Husband?"

"Oh, he's harmless! A real romantic...~"

He deflates a little at the mention of your husband but moves on like nothing happened and that's the last you see of him for a couple of months

That is until Alastor comes home one day looking exceptionally pleased with himself as he sweeps you up into an impromptu dance

"Alastor~! What's gotten into you~?"

"Another victory under my belt, my dear~! You know how you've been saying you always wanted a cat?"

"No?"

"Well, I went out and got you one!"

You barely have time to ask him what he means when suddenly Husk is standing in front of you, looking shocked

"Oh Alastor...tell me you didn't go after him just because he flirted with me a little.."

"Of course not, darling~! I did it beca-he did what now?"

Husk looks around in bewilderment before his eyes land on you wrapped in your husband's arms, pointing at you accusingly

"HE'S YOUR HUSBAND!? You need to look up the definition of HARMLESS cause he ain't harmless!"

You meet Charlie because she quite literally runs into you, tears in her eyes and obviously upset

"I'm so so SO sorry! I-"

"Hey hey...what are you sorry for? Are you okay, my dear?"

You can't help but mother her, wiping away her tears as she tries to excuse her tears as nothing serious

"Would you like to talk about it? I can't just leave you crying out in the street like a lost baby, now can I?"

She sniffles pathetically and nods, letting you guide her somewhere more private

"Y-yes please..."

"Come now, we'll make some hot tea and you can tell me what's got you so worked up..."

You two grow attached to each other after that and make time to meet with each other at least a few times a month

She gets anxious when she hasn't heard from you in a while and calls you whenever she's upset about something, seeking your opinion

You listen to Charlie's problems and try to offer her advice or do what you can to help her feel better, sometimes she just needs a motherly hug

She tells you about her hotel and whether you believe in her dream or not, you support her because she obviously needs it

Other times, you two talk about your respective partners and gossip

"Your husband sounds so sweet! I've got to meet him one day! When he comes back, of course..."

You laugh at her enthusiasm, gently patting her hand to calm the excitable young woman down a little and trying to quell the sadness of his absence

"And this girlfriend of yours sounds like she really cares about you, I'd love to meet her."

You feel compelled to look after her, and Charlie sees you as a source of comfort if not a mother figure to her

So she eventually introduces Vaggie to you because you've been asking to meet her, Vaggie is just excited to meet the famous Y/N

She's heard so much about you from Charlie that she had to see if you were genuine, she had to make sure you weren't using her girlfriend

Only to be taken aback by just how much she ends up liking you, looking to you for advice just as Charlie does

She's geared up, ready to fight, when one day you two are suddenly cornered by thugs out on the street, only to be baffled when you take them out with ease

Just how powerful are you?

"Wait wait wait-how did you pull off that move? I've been trying to learn how to do that for months!"

You're casually fixing your clothes and rubbing your wrist, completely unfazed by the ambush

"It's just a little something I learned from my husband~ Would you like me to teach you?"

"Y-yes! Please!"

She readily accepts, and soon she's just as attached to you as Charlie is, looking forward to the times you agree to spar with her

Her and Charlie talk about how much they love you one night before they go to bed

"So....she's great right?"

"Charlie, I fucking love her."

"Right!?"

You meet Angel at a clothing store, the two of you shopping in the same section when you catch him staring hard at the gloves

"You should try this one, the color compliments you really well, and they're made from a good material."

He jumps in surprise, obviously startled by your sudden arrival, but does genuinely seem to look at the pair of gloves you're pointing out

Angel picks them up and tries them on, seemingly more than pleased with your picks, whatever thoughts that were weighing on his mind momentarily forgotten

"Thanks..! Uh, maybe I can help you pick something out?"

He gestures to the many different lingerie in your basket, you're obviously having a hard time deciding which one to get

You have the decency to at least look a little embarrassed, a soft blush taking over your features and making you look innocent

"Would you? My husband is back, and I just want to show him how much I've missed him..."

Angel guides you to the fitting rooms, obviously excited to be of help, he could be saving a marriage for all he knows!

"Sure thing, doll! You put on each one, and Angel Dust here will tell you which one will knock your man off his feet! If I know anything! It's how to turn a man on!"

Normally, you wouldn't even THINK about showing another man your body in lingerie, but hearing that and having an inkling of who Angel is, you trust him

And it's surprisingly fun! Angel helps you narrow it down to three favorites that are sexy and comfortable, it never once feels creepy or uncomfortable

"Now pose like this when he comes in! Yes! Just like that! Your hubby is gonna lose his mind when he sees you!"

You can't help but laugh, not at all feeling ridiculous but enjoying Angel's antics and enthusiasm

"Thank you, Angel. We should go clothes shopping together again sometime, I had a good time today."

He winks and holds out his phone to get your number before walking away, no longer seeming so...depressed

"And you'll have an even better time tonight! See you later, doll~!"

You two shop together on the regular after that, greeting each other with air kisses and judging people together

"Ugh, do you see the hair on that gal? What an absolute wreck!"

"That hairstyle wasn't even popular when my husband and I were alive...ugh..."

"When am I gonna meet this man of yours anyways?"

"When he stops going to a tailor and agrees to come shopping with me~"

You're laying in bed with Alastor one night, nuzzled under his chin and cuddling in his arms when he suddenly speaks

"You know that little...project I've been working on?"

You're nearly asleep, the feeling of his thumb rubbing your arm soothing you more than he realizes

"Mhm..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could take you with me tomorrow...everyone there has been dying to meet you."

You open your eyes to look at your husband, smiling at him as you lean up to kiss him softly

"More people who don't believe that you have a wife? I'll be happy to set the record straight~"

He chuckles and rolls you two over so that he's on top of you, kissing down your neck as his hands push up your nightgown

"I can't wait to show you off to everyone~"

The next day, Alastor takes your arm in his and leads you inside, you're more than a little surprised to see that his project is a hotel

You're a bit shocked to see so many familiar faces in front of you, Niffty running up to hug your leg and Husk giving you a lazy wave

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel are all staring you like you're a ghost, eyes slowly moving from Alastor to you over and over again

Charlie drops her tray of snacks in surprise, rushing up to give you a bone crushing hug while Vaggie stands in front of Alastor as if to protect you

"Y/N! What are you doing here!? Are you here to give redemption a try? Oh, I knew you would come around!!"

You laugh and hug her back while patting her head, gently prying her arms off of you so you can pet Niffty

"It's good to see you too, my dear princess, though I'm here with my husband."

Vaggie's jaw drops, and she whips around to look at you, jabbing a finger at Alastor as you see her trying to digest the truth in front of her

"You! A-and him!? The Radio Demon?!"

Alastor takes the opportunity to pull you back to his side, a loving arm around your waist as you happily lean on him, hand on his chest

"Everyone! This is Y/N, my lovely wife~! Y/N, please tell them all that you're here of your own volition and that you are happily married to the most wonderful demon in all of hell!"

You hear Angel trying to hold in his laughter, obviously flashing back to the many conversations he's had with you about your mysterious husband

"Yes yes, I'm happily married to him and I'm not under any mind control or deal or anything else like that~"

You can hear Vaggie's soul leave her body, Charlie's delighted squeal and Angel's uncontrollable laughter at the sight of you and Alastor rubbing noses in an obnoxiously cute manner

"This is the guy you've been buyin' all those sexy clothes for!? Oh my fuck!! This is too good!"

"I can't believe Alastor was your husband this whole time!! I knew he was secretly a big softie! Oh my gosh! You should hear how he talks about you it's so cute!!"

"...I don't get what you see in him..."

"I don't either, you know that when I first met her, she called him HARMLESS? She's delusional."

"He's a bad boy and she LIKES IT~!"

Your husband looks at you in confusion, gently stroking your cheek

"All this time I spent singing your praises to earn you a decent reputation around here was for nothing? I should've known you'd have stolen their hearts already~"

You smile and kiss Alastor's palm sweetly, earning a chorus of cooing and disgusted noises from your audience

"Actually, I've met everyone here before, darling... it seems we've been unintentionally been keeping our a marriage a secret from everyone!"

Charlie is just so enamored with the way you two interact as a couple, her eyes sparkling whenever she watches you two together

Vaggie is just disappointed in your taste in men and shakes her head whenever you two are affectionate, secretly she thinks it's cute

Angel gets a kick out bugging Alastor about the clothes he helped you pick out, always asking him if he liked the lingerie

Husk is just thankful for the distraction you prove to be for Alastor because then he has more time to himself, encourages you two to go on a lot of dates

Niffty is just crazy as always 😜 She likes you two together though and will stab anyone who tries to separate you two

This one took so long!! I hope you like it!!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fiancé!fem!reader

Summary: On a mission, your worst nightmare happens.

Genre: angst, no happy ending I'm sorry :(

Warnings: character death, blood set in canon, established relationship

~ this is basically just a re-writing of what happens in the movie… I was listening to The Prophecy by T.S when writing this is... ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

You had been foolish to assume the worst pain you ever experienced was being shot in the stomach. Sure, you had been in pain for weeks after that, but you'd take that bullet wound over the pain that currently cuts into your chest. 

You've been trying to return to where you'd last seen them for what feels like hours now. The bullet train had been eerily silent on your end and you had this sudden gut-instinct that you had to find the boys because something had gone horribly wrong. 

Entering another train compartment, you gasp. The moment you see the man with the bucket hat, you spin around and hide behind the door as you unlock your gun. You hold it behind you as you peek through the glass of the door. You frown when you see someone familiar behind him. 

Lemon's shirt is drenched in blood but he looks unharmed. "Lemon?" You croak out, tucking your gun away as you walk out. Suddenly, everyone's attention turns to you and you feel uneasy.

Bucket hat mimics your frown and the other two men look concerned, "Shit, is this?" The blond man starts to ask Lemon.

"Yeah." Lemon interrupts and he sounds exhausted. You stand still, feeling the tension in the air. You look at Lemon for reassurance when he walks closer but your heart sinks when you see the pendant around his neck.

"Where's Tangerine?" You ask quickly. 

Lemon doesn't answer.

"Lemon," you warn, lifting your palm up at him. You squint. Lemon's eyes jump solemnly to the simple, yet pretty, diamond ring you have on your ring finger and you feel nauseous. "Lemon, where is he?" you ask in a hurried whisper, conscious of everyone's eyes on you. 

"Hey," Lemon starts. You realize his own cheeks are damp with tears and when he reaches you, he just hugs you, "It's okay."

You shake your head furiously, refusing to hug him, "No," you croak, feeling that familiar horrible pit form in your stomach. You knew the moment you saw Lemon something had happened, but this? No. "No, please," you whimper and you start to feel shaky.

"Come 'ere" Lemon holds you into him but you resist and start to punch his chest.

"I want to see him! Lemon! Let me see him!" you feel crazy now as you hit him. It's not enough to hurt him so you do the best thing you can think of and slap him across the cheek. The sound resonates around the train car and you fall silent. When you see Lemon hasn't even reacted to your hit, you just feel hopeless.

"Lemon, please," you hiccup. "I- I just want to see him."

"No, you don't," he insists. You stare him down.

"Man, maybe you should just let her—" Bucket hat starts but Lemon instantly snaps at him;

"You, shut the fuck up and mind your own fucking business," he snarls but when he looks at you again, a look in his eyes shifts and he takes your hand. You let him lead you down a few train cars in silence as you try and prepare yourself for what you might see. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what you do see.

From a distance, it looks like he's asleep. Your mind tricks you into thinking he is until you move a little closer and then your heart shatters. You pause, hand clenching around Lemon's as you look at him with teary eyes.

"T-tell me this isn't real," you whisper and the look in his eyes tells you the exact opposite.

Lemon holds your hand all the way to Tangerine and at first you can’t move as you look at him. His face is littered in cuts and bruises that hadn't been there when you saw him last and his usually clean, neat, suit looks disheveled and is stained in blood. His blood.

He looks peaceful. His eyes are shut and his head is leaning onto one side. A nasty wound is visible on his throat and you croak out a sob as you cover your mouth and fall to your knees in front of him.

You choke out cries behind your hand and shake your head. You don't dare reach out and touch him—you don't know if you can handle this to be the last memory you have of touching him. Not when you have so many good ones. You squeeze your eyes shut remembering your last interaction;

Tangerine had let his hand slide down your cheek. "You be careful as well, my love," he had said. He'd never been this affectionate in public so his kind touch is a surprise. You catch his hand and press it to your cheek as you kiss his calloused palm.

"I will," you promised.

Tangerine kissed your forehead and when he pulled away, he looked at you like you're his entire world. His lips had moved downwards to kiss yours and the memory breaks you. 

You bend forward, choking on your cries. Lemon stands behind you, watching helplessly as you scream in pain. He doesn't move. No matter how loud you are he doesn't move. When you look at Tangerine's body again, you move closer. Your hands are shaking.

You reach out and this time you cup his cheeks delicately in your hands. Fuck this. They feel cold against your skin and you bite your lip so hard it bleeds. The blood that trickles down your chin, sprinkles onto Tangerine's shirt. 

You tilt your head, grimacing as you cry. You push some of his damp curls away from his eyes, wishing his eyes would open. With shaky lips, you press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you," you mumble into his skin, wishing you'd said it to him one last time when he could hear it.

"He knew," Lemon interrupts. He kneels down next to you and touches your shoulder, his hands are also shaking. "I know I'm not him, but I'm here for you. I love my brother and I know he loved you more than himself, he'd want me to look after you."

Your hand, now covered in Tangerine's blood, falls from his cheek and the pain in your heart only worsens. You turn and hug your arms around Lemon's neck. "Thank you," you cry, finally accepting his comfort. Words seem impossible. 

Lemon holds you close and you start to feel less alone. Your cheek hits the coldness of Tangerine's pendant and you pull away.

"Where did you find this?" you ask, touching the pendant.

"It was on me." Lemon says solemnly and then he takes it off and tries to hand it over, "Here, he would want you to have it."

You shake your head. "No, he'd want you to have it. He must have given it to you before he —" you can't finish the sentence. "It's yours, please. I have this," you lift your hand and look at the ring Tangerine had given you. A simple, yet beautiful engagement ring for the wedding you'll never have. The wedding you'd convinced him it was safe to have. Tears spill again and you let your head drop onto Lemon's chest. You don't even know what to say anymore. 

Lemon holds your head, looking over your shoulder at his brother. He feels angry at Tangerine. Angry for leaving him alone so soon, for leaving you alone, angry at him for dying—Lemon shuts his eyes, focusing on anything but the pain because he feels like his heart will explode. 

Your breathing becomes heavier, the feeling of your loves blood on your hands feels wrong. Lemon knows you must be exhausted. He stands and tries to make you stand as well. You don't move. You shake your head, turning back to Tangerine.

It still looks like he's just sleeping.

You look up at Lemon again and whisper, your voice hoarse from crying. "I want to stay with him."

Lemon frowns, "Are you sure? It's not—

"I'm sure, Lemon," you just say and reach out, your fingers stroking Tangerine's hair. "I'm staying with him."

Lemon sees the determination in your eyes and he just nods. He turns, leaving you alone with Tangerine. Once he's gone, you turn your attention to Tangerine and you hold his cheek again. His wound has stopped bleeding. He's lost too much blood. You press your hand on the wound, knowing deep down it's not doing anything but you can't help yourself. You lean in and kiss his temple. 

"Rest, my love," you whisper, your forehead pressing against his and another tear falls. "You can rest now."