#ya a`lem

[batbaffle]

Blaze C1 pls? :] (or shadow B7👉👈)

[spectrumspace]

20th century authors will write realistic predictions of the nightmares that arise due to the Torment Nexus that is generative artificial intelligence, then ask "is anyone gonna handle gender very poorly in this story" and not wait for an answer.

[lemonitenite]

just letting you know that you seem pretty chill :D

here some blueberry 🫐

Yummers

[lemememeringue]

YA GAY'S SALARIED NOW

[lem-argentum]

doug <3333333

[betterbooksandthings]

"Manipulating morality is a fine thing. It might be why books where the villain is actually the hero just hit right.

This inversion of the hero-versus-villain dynamic plays with our ideas of the public perception of good versus bad. Oftentimes, systems of power are not inherently just, but they establish a set of rules and laws that govern goodness and badness on a large scale.

It is much easier to see wealthy, powerful people as good because, if you follow the just world fallacy, they have worked hard to deserve it. On the flip side, if things are going wrong, by the same principle, it is their fault. Just like many psychological principles, it is just one of those things that often feels intuitively correct but is not.

However, the underlying idea makes a “the villain is actually the hero” setup compelling. It disproves the just world fallacy and reveals a darker truth about the broken systems of justice. “The villain is actually the hero” also sets out to correct historic antisemitic, racist, ableist, and homophobic villainous tropes.

Sometimes, the histories and social structures we are taught growing up misidentify goodness and heroism. The only way to correct it is to go through the difficult process of discovering the truth that the hero was the bad guy all along. “The villain is actually the hero” is always satisfying because even when no one else notices the hero is the problem, the villain is there to thwart them."

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining Ghost having a non-existent love life due to his past trauma. After much prodding, Soap convinces him to hire an escort to fulfil his needs. Not just any escort, either, but one of his old schoolmates who specializes in "the complete girlfriend package". (She's also plus-sized.)

-

"She's a right classy bird. Chooses her Johns real carefully." Soap admits, leaning against the bar top. He pulls out his phone and begins to scroll through his Instagram feed. "She's a lil' pricey, but look. She's got a private villa that she'll keep ye in the whole weekend."

Soap swipes through clusters of photos. The villa is beautiful and the interior has a rustic, home-y vibe to it. It doesn't look like a manufactured place, but like someone actually lives there. Ghost is intrigued just by that fact alone. He's never really had a place to stay when on leave. Well, he doesn't count his shithole flat as much of anything.

"She'll cook fer ya too. N' I think she's some type of masseuse?" Soap prattles on, flicking through even more pictures. It seems he was right. In one of the extra bedrooms there's a massage table set up.

"What she look like?"

Soap smiles sheepishly.

"She's not the type of bird I've seen you go for in the past." He admits before pulling up a folder of pictures on his phone. "But she's bonnie, Lt. A right knockout, I swear."

He scrolls towards the bottom of the folder, looking for a more recent picture. Ghost notices the the skin colored thumbnails as they pass by in a flurry. He already knew, didn't really care, but decides to press on it for his own amusement.

"You one of her Johns?"

Soap nearly chokes. He stops scrolling and looks up at Ghost.

"Well, um...yeah." He admits. Ghost taps on one of the juicy thumbnails. It opens the video. Despite himself, Soap blushes.

Neither man say anything else for a minute. They quietly watch the screen as a pretty cunt is being stretched out by a cock they both know the owner of. She's wet and dripping and glistening in the phone's flash. Her cunt is visibly softer, rounder, with thick outer lips and even cushier looking inner thighs.

Ghost is instantly intrigued by the sight of this woman's body. He'd always found himself in situations with toned or muscular women. He never thought much of it at the time. Ghost was rarely around civilians, and even then he never frequented places a soft girl like her would be seen. Now, in the rec-room, watching a video of Johnny fucking open this girl he realizes he's been going about things all wrong.

Johnny's not being very nice to the girl in the video either. Its apparent he's putting his whole weight and stamina into his thrusts. Ghost couldn't remember ever fucking a woman like that. He'd always had to go slow, angle himself just right to avoid hurting himself or his lovers. A tinge of jealousy shoots up his spine when he notices how the soft pudge of her thighs cushions Johnny's much sharper hipbones.

"Hm..."

"You like 'er?" Johnny asks. "She told me she's looking for 'new clients' if yer interested."

Ghost taps through even more of the photos and videos. They're mostly of her pretty cunt being fucked out but there's a few of her looking cute and relaxed in lingerie or nothing at all. She's got a decent face. Better tits though. Ghost doesn't think he's ever seen a set that fucking soft or suckable.

The last video in the folder is of her bare ass. She looks over her shoulder, smiles flirtatiously, then proceeds to shake her body in a way that makes her ass bounce rigorously. Johnny's hand comes into frame. He grips roughly at one of her cheeks and spreads her apart. A thick glob of cum spills from her slightly gaping, inner lips. The video ends.

Ghost raises his brow at Soap.

"She lets you cum in 'er?"

"Ya know I don't like rubbers, Lt. Can't stand the wee fucks." Soap laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I jes' get a copy of my physical from the doc. Send it over t' her 'fore I drop by."

Ghost huffs.

"Here, lemme give you 'er number."

Ghost doesn't try to stop him when Soap fishes his hand into his jacket pocket. He already knows the security code.

"I'll let 'er know yer a friend 'o mine. 'F I vouch for you she'll take ya in no problem." He nods. "I think you're gonnae thank me after all this s' said n' done, Lt."

For good measure Soap texts her a simple greeting from Ghost's phone. She replies within a few seconds. Ghost's eyes glint at the little notification flash.

"We'll see..."

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You've been the Twins' handler for years now, and when Tangerine blows up at you one evening after a mission, he apologizes in an unconventional way.

Epilogue

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: implied fuck boy!Tangerine, bitchy!Tangerine in the beginning, reader is named Peach, unprotected sex, passionate sex, not much foreplay (they're desperate lmao), swearing, insecurities, praise kink, degradation, emotional, Tangerine is all over the place and bad with his feelings!

~ i'm so sorry i feel like this took forever <3 enjoy! @j23r23 ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not," you smile, your nails drumming on the desk as you pick at the petals of the roses in the jar near your computer. "Ah ha, he loves me. Knew you were so full of shit," you hum happily. 

"Piss off," Tangerine loudly grunts in your ear and you tilt your head, scrunching your nose. You've told him not to yell like that—you've warned him that the earpiece is sensitive and you'll lose your hearing if he continues like this—but he never listens.

Being the Twins handler for almost four years now you've learned how to deal with their quirks.

Lemon, as ruthless as he is, is too trusting. He's also loyal to a fault and he'd die for Tangerine in seconds; something you've had to account for in your missions so it doesn't happen. 

Tangerine on the other hand? Recklessness under the guise of control. He'd burn the entire world down for Lemon without hesitation, his temper as bright as the flames of a wildfire.

Unexplainably however, you were drawn to him the most.

While he pushes your buttons like no one else, you also tend to push him in ways that leave him wanting—no needing—more.

"Tan," you warn again, "don't talk so loudly, they'll hear you!"

"Stop your yapping in my ear then, luv," Tangerine snaps, his comment snarky and you hear a loud humph as it sounds like someone crashes into something.

Tangerine sounds out of breath and you use your mouse to click on the map on your computer. You zoom in and ask, "Where's Lem? You aren't supposed to meet any security for a while—"

"He's busy, darlin'. And your little shortcut turned out to be not so short after all," Tangerine says and you hear a loud grunt. It's obvious he's in the middle of a fight.

Your blood runs cold as you chew on your lip. Your hands quickly dance over the keyboard as you try and find another way for them—an easier way—

"Hey, Peach, will ya stop breathing so damn loudly, it's distracting me," Tangerine's voice interrupts your worry and you hold your breath when you hear a loud thwap and then a grunt—immediately accompanied by cursing and more hoarse shouts. 

"Tangerine!" his name spills from your lips as you hear louder blows. "Tan?" you whisper when the line disconnects and a low buzz is heard in your ear. You fumble to discard the earpiece onto the desk in front of you and then you focus on finding Lemon. 

If anyone can help Tangerine, it's Lemon.

With a frown, you activate the tracker you'd promised not to slip into Lemon's jacket, and a little red light blinks on your computer screen. He's not far from where Tangerine is. You lean over and connect to the microphone on your computer.

"Lemon?!" 

You hear a crack and then the shuffling of clothes against the microphone in the tracker. "Peach?" Lemon grunts, "Ya cheeky lil' bird, I told ya not to track me," he lets out a breathy laugh, and another smack is heard, "Fuck me, these fuckers just don't die easily!" 

"Lem? Where's Tan?" you ask, seeing that the tracker Tangerine wears voluntarily on his suit hasn't moved in a while. "Is he okay? I think the earpiece broke."

Something must have happened to his tracker too if it's malfunctioning.

"Yeah, which is why I say I should wear it—but he's bossy and he's your favorite," Lemon says. 

"I don't have favorites!" you insist, your cheeks burning.

"Sure, whatever," Lemon chuckles and then adds, "Ah, speaking of the devil—I can see 'im now. Damn, he's beat up ain't he. Bullocks. Y'know your little plan was shit, Peach, security swarmed us almost immediately!"  

You pinch your eyes and guilt settles in your stomach. "I know, I know, I'm sorry,"

You hear Tangerine's voice distantly as he grumbles, "Fuckin' arsehole broke my earpiece when he punched me—I lost contact with Peach," he complains and you hear shuffling. Your stomach fills with unwanted butterflies at the sound of his voice and how your codename rolls off his tongue. 

"She can hear ya," Lemon says, his smirk evident in his tone, "Say hello, Peach."

"She tracked ya?" 

"Yeah, and bugged me too apparently."

 "What the fuck, my tracker doesn't do that," Tangerine says and you hear an infliction in his voice. 

"Yeah, cauz you always have the earpiece."

"Because she likes me better,"

"That's what I said!!" 

"Oi, you wankers, I can still hear you," you interrupt, "Will you just come back to the van now? The mission's a bust," you finish. While they continue to bicker for a moment, Lemon finally shuts down the tracker—by breaking it you assume—idiot—and it isn't until the van door slams open that you hear and see them again. 

"Oi, now you're takin' the piss," Tangerine exclaims, glaring at his brother as he runs a hand through his mussed hair. He enters the van and you stand. Your eyes scan over his appearance; his suit is torn and bloodied and he has a gaping cut on his forehead. His ear is also bleeding from when you assume the broken earpiece had shattered. 

"Christ," you whisper and walk over to him. Lemon smirks as he walks by the both of you and collapses onto the second chair near your desk. He's less beat up than Tangerine—who'd taken on more men you assume—but you remind yourself to check on him later anyway.

Tangerine senses you come up to him and he tenses when you hold his cheeks in your hands and check his wounds. "Tan, this looks bad," you say. 

"Peach, I'm fine," he grumbles and turns his head away. He sounds grumpier than usual.

"Look, I'm sorry—I'm sorry I messed up, I—"

Suddenly, Tangerine explodes. His hand comes up around his ears as he scrunches up his nose. "Will ya just stop talkin' for one fuckin' second?!" he yells and even Lemon, who had been a silent bystander to the conversation, looks up from where he's bandaging his hand. 

Your eyes widen and you blink at Tangerine. "W-what?"

He presses his index on his temple and narrows his eyes at you. "I have a fuckin' headache 'cause of you and you talkin' my fuckin' ear off all the damn time! And now I can barely hear because it's ringing so fuckin' hard!" he points to the blood inside his ear. 

You flinch at his tone and try to control the tears threatening to spill as he harshly berates you. 

"Right," is all you say, "sorry," your voice sounds small and you push by him and out to the front of the van to start the engine. 

* * * 

When you arrive outside their house—well, your house too since you've been living with them for the past three months—you don't talk to Tangerine. You don't even look at him.

Instead, without a word, you walk up to your room, tears still brimming, and slam the door behind you. 

Your stomach hurts and your nails dig into your palms as you run a shower. You desperately want to wash away any memory of what happened tonight. 

It isn't uncommon for you and Tangerine to fight—but he's never shouted like that and never in response to your worry.

Once you finish with your shower and walk out of the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around your body, you jump when you see Tangerine standing in the middle of your room.

He'd clearly freshened up too but, unlike yours, his hair is freshly dried. You aren't surprised—you know he hates sleeping with it when it's wet. 

He's wearing a casual pair of beige slacks and a white T-shirt. The fabric strains against the muscles in his arms as he crosses them across his chest and you look up, feeling a burn in your cheeks.

Tangerine's ear has been bandaged and his cuts and bruises look kindly tended to. Lemon, you assume, he's always been soft on his brother even when he's acting like a jerk. 

Tangerine is staring at you intensely, his blue eyes shining a shade darker than usual. 

"Shit, stop being creepy," you grumble, holding your towel tightly around yourself. "Have you come to say you're sorry for acting like a prick or just stare a hole into my head?"

Tangerine's eyes narrow and he shakes his head. He stalks closer to you, pink lips parted and his hands find your hair near your nape. He pulls you in, seemingly unbothered by the squeal you make or how you're unable to move your hands to push him away. 

Not that you'd want to push him away anyway.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" you hiss, staring at him, "have you gone mad?"

Tangerine just continues to stare into your soul. "You're so damn annoying," he mutters.  

"I'll scream and Lemon will come and beat the shit out of you," you threaten, challenging him. You know Lemon would never do such a thing and you'd be a fool to scream. 

"But, fuck me, I like you so damn much," he finishes his sentence, and then his lips find yours. His hand tightens in your hair as he kisses you. There's no tenderness in his kiss, no hesitation or remorse, just pure passion as he wraps his arms around you and holds your back as he pulls your chest to his. 

You clutch the towel, making sure it feels secure, and kiss him back. You make a small sound behind his lips but you can't deny the heat in the kiss or how badly your stomach tightens just right. The steam coming from your bathroom is taunting as it surrounds you; sticky and warm. 

"Tan," you mumble as his hand comes around your jaw and he turns your head to kiss your neck. 

"Shut up," he growls, "you talk too damn much." He squeezes his eyes shut and the words fall easily from his lips as they press to your skin.

"God, you don't understand how hard it is for me; hearing your sweet voice in my ear while I'm trying not to get fuckin' stabbed or shot to death! You don't know what you do to me, darlin'. You have no fuckin' clue. It's fuckin' torture," he says as his hand tightens in your hair and you whimper.

"Tan, m-my towel," you tell him, struggling to hold it up as his body presses against yours.

This makes Tangerine snap out of whatever trance he's in for a moment and he looks down at you. His eyes have softened just a little and his tone is sultry when he asks, "Let it fall. I don't care. Do you?" His lips quirk up. "I've dreamt of you naked a thousand times, luv."

Your eyes round at the intensity of his words. You want to tell him to fuck off—that you've never thought of him like this. Never imagined his lips on yours or the way he'd feel inside you. But then you'd be a liar, and you aren't a liar. 

Instead, you drop the towel, your eyes still intensely locked onto his. The cold air sends a shiver up your spine and Tangerine's hands find the skin on your back instead of the towel. His eyes haven't left yours and he looks surprised that you'd done it. He hasn't looked down and his cheeks have turned a dusty pink. 

"What?" you move your hands up to his cheeks and hold them, "you said you'd dreamt of this. Well?" With as much confidence as you can muster, tilt his head to your naked body. You can feel your hands tremble against his cheeks, all kinds of insecurities and uncertainties bubbling inside you and just as you're going to pull away from sheer embarrassment, Tangerine speaks; 

"Fuckin' hell, you look so much better than in my imagination," his hands slide up the curves of your hips and breasts. His touch is surprisingly gentle for how passionate he'd been in the beginning.

You watch as his eyes roam around your body and he runs a hand over his jaw, staring at you with pure admiration. "You belong in a fuckin' museum," he whispers behind his hand. 

"Alright, lover boy," you roll your eyes and shift to move away but his hands find your hips and he hoists you up into his arms. You gasp, your arms finding his shoulders and your legs cling to his waist as your wet hair sprinkles water over his face. It's a weird position to be in considering you're naked.

"Tangerine!" you cry as he carries you over to your bed and you squeal when he drops you and hovers over you. 

"Let me worship you, darlin'," he whispers as his knee slides in between your legs and he kisses your lips again. He disconnects them and looks at you seriously, "Please," he pleads and your eyes widen.

Tangerine never says please.

You find yourself nodding, too lost in the haze of it all to hear the small voice in your head screaming how stupid this is.

He'll throw you away after. He doesn't care. He'll hurt you. He'll break your heart! 

You kiss him again, his lips moving against yours rhythmically. You're so lost in pleasure that when he sits up on his heels to strip his shirt, you whine and grasp at his arms. "Shhh, I'm here, dove," he chuckles, enjoying the power he has over you. When he leans over you to kiss you again, this time your hands find his abs and you can't help but explore them. 

"You countin' them, luv?" he chuckles after a moment and his lips find your nipples as he squeezes one of your breasts in his hands. You make an embarrassed sound that quickly turns into a moan when he positions your hips just right so the fabric of his slacks hits your clit. 

"I know, I know," Tangerine teases as he senses how needy you're becoming. "Shit, you're just a little slut, aren't ya, luv? Knew you'd wear those dresses to tempt me—didn't ya?"

You nod. You had. You didn't think it worked—he always played it so cool.

"You should know I would wank one out after seeing you—your thighs so visible and," he pauses and uses his hands to spread you open until he sees what he wants, "and that pretty pussy. So fuckin' pretty—

—you let me have a peek sometimes didn't you, naughty girl? Knew you did it on purpose," Tangerine says. He sounds satisfied with himself that he'd found you out and his grin widens when you nod. 

"Just for you," you whisper, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Please, Tan," you whine, you're already so wet for him. 

"What do you want, hm? Tell me," he smirks and dips his head down to kiss your neck as his hands wander around your skin. He sits back up and removes his slacks and boxers. Your eyes downturn on his cock and you bite your lip. God, is he really this beautiful everywhere? How fucking unfair. 

Tangerine's hand comes up to your chin, "Where do you want me?" 

You look into his eyes, unsure how to ask him for what you want. Tangerine smiles, his thumb touching your lip. He's gentle, his eyes softer now, "Peach," he leans in and kisses just behind your ear. You shiver. "It's okay. Tell me where you want me," he smiles against your skin. 

"Inside me," you say, your voice small

Tangerine hums and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "Where inside you, luv? I want to hear you say it for me."

You feel your cheeks warm and you stare up at him. "In my pussy," you say and Tangerine's eyes light up and he smirks.

"My pleasure," he says and shifts his hips until you feel his cock press against your pussy. He feels you tense as your hands tighten around his shoulder.

"Hey, it's just me," he says, pushing in slower now. He looks concerned as one of his hands finds your hair and pushes the strands away from your eyes.

Yeah, that's the issue, you want to tell him but you just nod, squeezing your eyes shut. 

"Look at me," he says as he pushes inside you fully. You gasp, arching into him and your breathing becomes harsh. He's so thick and long. Tangerine doesn't move and you let out a whine, your eyelids fluttering. "I said, look at me. I won't move until you look at me, darlin'," he whispers sternly. 

When you finally look at him he smiles, "Do you trust me? I'm not gonna hurt you—promise." 

You nod, biting your lip. Of course, you trust him. "I trust you," you answer breathlessly. 

"Good girl," Tangerine praises and kisses your forehead. He starts to move his hips, pulling in and out of you with torturous strokes. He feels so good.

As he fucks you, he leans his forehead on yours, occasionally whispering praises into your ear as he tells you how pretty you look with him buried inside you. 

"So fuckin' pretty with my cock inside your pussy, hmm," he grunts, continuing the pounding of his hips. "You close, luv? Already?" He teases you with a smirk and kisses your lips. You let out small moans, skin warm and sticky as you nod. 

"Good," he smiles and uses his thumb to rub your clit, adding pressure as he fucks into you. "So good for me. All for me, hmm?" 

"Y-yes," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. 

"Open your eyes, Peach," he demands and you do so instantly. "I want to look into your eyes when you come apart around me."

With that, the tension breaks inside you. Your body feels weak from the pleasure and your chest rises and falls rapidly once your high finishes. You let yourself relax into the mattress for a moment, ignoring the sudden stream of thoughts—good and bad—that race into your mind. Tangerine's lips touch your forehead again and then he pulls out, finishing on your stomach with a grunt. 

You blink, feeling the bed dip and then his warmth disappears. You panic a little but you're too weak to move. If he wants to leave, let him, you convince yourself as you stare at the ceiling. However, when you feel something cold and wet across your stomach, you flinch and scramble to sit up. 

Your eyes are wide and Tangerine pauses, removing the washcloth from your skin. He frowns a little, "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly. You stare at him. He's still shirtless but he's pulled up his trousers.

"You aren't leaving?" you ask, looking around the room and you suddenly feel very bare. 

Tangerine's frown deepens but he doesn't speak for a moment as he washes away his cum from your skin and, after discarding the washcloth, he reaches behind him to hand you his shirt. You accept it without thinking and put it on, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continue to stare at him. 

He shifts, sitting beside you with one leg off the bed. He still hasn't answered and you start to feel an impending pit in your stomach. 

"Why would I leave?" he asks calmly, his voice doesn't have a hint of concern in its tone. 

You fiddle nervously with the hem of his shirt, looking down. Your hair, now half-dried, is a mess from the pillows and you push it down and around your ears in an effort to compose yourself in front of him. "Well, I- I just assumed that you would—" 

Tangerine tilts his head. "You think I would fuck and ditch, did ya? Ya think so low of me, Peach?" It feels like he sounds almost amused.

You shake your head but your nerves don't stop. "I mean, what do you expect me to think, Tangerine?" you look into his eyes and continue, "You come in here, all pissed at me—you yelled at me earlier and made me feel all shitty about myself—and then out of nowhere you kiss me and then we—"

"Fuck." Tangerine finishes bluntly. 

You narrow your eyes at him. "Yeah, that," you let out a breath, "So, please, tell me. What am I supposed to think? What do you want from me now? Because I can't be one of your fuck toys, Tan. I refuse to be that girl. I- I care about you—" you feel your emotions get caught in your throat and you feel your eyes sting. Furiously, you wipe your eyes with your hands, refusing to cry in front of him. 

Tangerine hasn't said a word. He's looking at you but you can't read his expression. You hate it. You shut your eyes, ready to call it quits, and tell him to leave, but then you feel the bed dip again and you feel his hands cup your cheeks. Your eyes snap open.

"Don't cry," he whispers, his thumb sliding under your eyes and catching your tears, "Please, don't cry because of a stupid bastard like me," he cracks a smile, hoping you'll smile too but when you don't and he sighs, "Okay, I was a dick, a real fuckin' dick, and you didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry." 

You nod, still listening to him, "You really were a dick," you whisper. 

Tangerine chuckles and nods too. "Yeah. I was," he pauses and moves his thumb across your cheeks as if admiring you some more, "Do ya really believe I'd fuck ya for this to be a one-time thing, luv? That I'd just throw ya away after?"

Your cheeks feel warm. "I- I don't know," 

"You do know. You think I would do that to ya," Tangerine says, his voice low. 

"I mean—that's what you do don't you? I've known you for years, Tan. All those girls—"

Tangerine suddenly laughs and his hands drop from your face. "Peach, you aren't those girls," he says, suddenly serious, "I wasn't just making it up when I said how hard it is for me to listen to you in my ear all the time. Not because you're annoying—which sometimes you are but that's beside the point—but because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for years. You're all I goddamn think about. Do you understand how hard that is for me?"

You just frown, shaking your head a little. "No. This doesn't make sense. Why now—why not yesterday? Or months ago? Or years ago?"

 Tangerine runs a hand in his hair and lets out a breath. "Because I didn't want to but I snapped, I snapped, okay? I'm not fuckin' proud of it. I yelled at you and I felt so bad after I didn't know what to do with myself anymore—

—you're always there for Lem and me, and I realized, after that fuckin' earpiece broke, that I hated not having your pretty voice in my ear anymore. It felt like I'd lost you—do you have any idea how scared that made me feel, even when I knew it was irrational and that you were completely safe?" His words come out jumbled and strained. "I fuckin' hated it, I hated feeling like that so I snapped," he finishes. 

You stare at him, his words hitting you hard. You've never seen him like this and it scares you, but it also turns you on some more. Why does he have to be so fucking hot? "And I'm sorry. I am. I would never throw you away. I don't want to throw you away after this—especially after fucking you—that's the last thing I would want! I– I-" 

You stare at him some more, your eyes wide, "You what—?"

Tangerine pauses, "I love you," he says, articulating every word so you hear him clearly. 

"You love me?"

"Yes."

"As in love love?"

"Fuckin' hell Peach, ya want me to scream it at ya or somethin'? I'm in love with ya. I love ya more than anythin' I fuckin' have. You're my everything. I love you so damn much."

All your anger, doubt, and shame instantly vanished into thin air. He loves you. All this time he'd loved and he was just shit at expressing his emotions? You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as happiness overwhelms you. 

"Are ya laughing at me?" Tangerine's voice cuts in the air and you focus on him. He looks surprised and hurt. 

Your smile falters and you shake your head. There is so much you want to tell him that you're at a loss for words. He looks so pretty like this, sitting in front of you, and your hands find his cheek instead of using words.

Your fingers skim the bandage that's still wrapped around his ear and you want to ask him if it still hurts. You want to ask him so many things. He's staring at you, chest heaving, and you don't think as you kiss him. 

It's softer than the previous passionate kiss you'd shared. Only, Tangerine reacts with as much eagerness as earlier. His hands find your back and he presses you against him, your lips sliding against yours. It's intense and lovely all in the same. 

"I love you too," you say quietly between kisses. 

"Say it louder," Tangerine suddenly hums, his eyes shut in pleasure. You think he needs you to talk louder because one of his ears is bandaged and hurt.

So, you do as he asks and it earns you another kiss, however when Tangerine mutters, "I wanna hear ya say it again," you know he heard you fine. His voice is so love sick you just grin and wrap your arms around him, your hands bunching in his curls.

"I love you, Tangerine," you say breathlessly, "I love you."

"You have no idea how happy ya just made ma, luv," he responds instantly, running his hand over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. "God, I'd die for ya," he mutters and you frown, slapping his arm a little. 

"Don't talk about you dying, you git," you reprimand, and Tangerine smirks. 

He kisses your neck and with a teasing tone he reassures you, "Ya have nothin' to worry about, luv. I'd much rather live for you. You have all of my heart, darlin'. It's all yours," he guides your hand to press your palm against his chest and you feel how quickly his heart is beating.

"This beats for you."

You smile and kiss his lips once more as you bring his other hand to your chest too. "And I'm yours," you whisper. "Only yours."

And until then, you'd never seen Tangerine's grin widen as widely as it did when you said those words. 

[sunflowerscottie]

Not to be Catholic on main, but I love a sexy church

[yurinaa-world]

Characters: Boothill x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: wearing a revealing cowboy outfit

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁

He could hear your groans and complaints right through the dressing room about “How revealing it is” or “How the back and sides are open” and “What’s the point of wearing it if you’re showing everything for free”

“Are ya gonna come out or just pitch a fit. Bin' waitin' years fo-wah ya.”

The door swung open as you let loose a very annoyed sigh before exiting the changing room to face him.  He was leaning against the wall with his eye immediately going to check out every part of your skin that was showing.

“Ugh you're such a creep.”  You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest—feeling his dirty gaze on you like a hungry animal. He chuckled as he stepped forward to pull you into a hug. “Is it wrong to be admirin' true beauty?” before making you yelp by hoisting you up, making you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

 “Boothill!” you shrieked at him and he seemed to be enjoying this look on you.

“Come own don’t be lak that. ya didn’t lem-me feel ya up yet.”  He grinned as he gently bit your cheek making you complain again.

 “who knows maybe i’ll betray ya an’ tie ya up with my whip 'n bite every part of ya that you’re showin' off.” he grins at you, biting your neck lovingly, making you groan—he was like dog that like to bite out of affection—while you tried to squirm away, hissing at the feeling teeth teasing you.

 “As they say: save the horse an’ ride the cowboy. Can’t change the rules, darlin’”

N/a: had to sneak in that corny line

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[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Dads as Stereotypical Things that Dads Do

Last Father's Day I created a Tier List of Cosmere dads. This year I went to a reddit thread about "stereotypical things that dads do" (here), and then thought about which stereotypical dad activity would best suit various Cosmere dads...if those things existed in the Cosmere, ya know.

Here's what I got!

1. Sneeze loudly: Stormfather

Dads are known for their incredibly loud, heart-attack-inducing sudden sneezes. And if the Stormfather COULD sneeze so loudly that everyone in the house jumps, he totally would.

2. Drink Cheap “Dad” Beer: Lem

Cheap beers like Budlite or Coors are the drinks of dads. I think Tess's dad Lem would genuinely like them.

3. Fall Asleep in Front of the TV in an Armchair: Taravangian

Part of it is Taravangian's ploy to seem old and harmless...and part of it is that armchairs in front of the TV are simply the best place to sleep.

4. Stare into Space while Standing Outside: Dalinar

The dad pose: standing outside with the hands tucked behind his back or resting lightly against his hips, staring off into space, contemplating Dad Things. This is Dalinar through-and-through.

5. Turn Off the Lights and Turn Down the Thermostat to Save Electricity: Lirin

Dads are known for wandering through the house and turning off lights and also declaring that no one is allowed to touch the thermostat because we are not made of money. This is Lirin. He's definitely used the "What? Are you trying to heat the whole outdoors" line on Kaladin when he left the front door open too long.

6. Dad Jokes: Rock

"Dad! Please be careful with my art project! It's fragile!" says Cord, and Rock, who has been waiting for his chance, replies, "Do not worry. I am steady...as a Rock!" And then he laughs and laughs while Cord groans.

7. Lightning-Fast Dad Reflexes: Wax

Perhaps you have seen the videos online where a child tries to dive headfirst from the couch and a dad suddenly reacts with superhero speed and precision to, like, catch them by their ankle and save their noggin. This would be Wax. There goes Max, trying to dive headfirst off the coffee table, and there's Wax appearing out of nowhere to catch him.

8. Grill-Master: Gavilar

Not in the sense of making delicious grilled food (that's Rock again), but in the sense of "standing-by-the-grill-with-a-beer-in-hand-and-not-allowing-anyone-to-touch-his-precious-burgers-and-oh-you-want-it-rare?-sucks-to-be-you-you-get-what-you-get-and-what-you-get-is-a-lump-of-charcoal" Grill-master dad.

9. Saying "No" to a Pet and Then Bonding Deeply with Said Pet: Elhokar

I can just see Elhokar putting his foot down about how they are NOT getting a cat but then Aesudan takes Gavinor to the pet shop and they get a kitten anyway and now the kitten naps in Elhokar's pocket 100% of the time and Elhokar loves it so much.

10. Scaring Away the Daughter's Boyfriends With a Shotgun: Kelsier

Vin is like "Dad meet my new boyfriend Elend" and Kelsier is already pumping the shotgun threateningly. This one is essentially canon.

[spritesitrus]

IT'S JUST OUT OF SHEER CURIOSITY TO SEE THE SEXUALITY OF KOOPALINGS

Is anyone in a love interest or relationship? And if not, who do you think would be in a relationship or love interest?

Ludwig

Ludwig: "Why I'm currently in a very loving relationship with Captain Toad. I usually never let myself be cheesy with my past romantic partners so it makes for a nice change."

Lemmy

Lem: "Well, umm...I can't really say I've been too successful with romance as of recent. Becoming friends is definitely not a problem but every time I wanna confess my feelings I just suddenly freeze up and completely embarrass myself."

Lemmy: "It really sucks.."

(One day he'll gain the courage to confess to someone...surely!!!(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧)

Morton

Morton: "Oh me? Well, I've had a few in the past but honestly, I've come to realize that I've never really been that interested in someone romantically."

Roy: "What about your current man-crush on that one mail Toad?"

Morton: "For the last time, it's not a crush. I just have respect for the guy and I'd wanna get to know him more if the chance ever comes up again."

Roy: "Sure."

Morton: "...💢"

(Also this is just a funny thing i realized)

Roy

Roy: "Well I'm with my one and only awesome boyfriend, Kiiro! Not only is he the best guy I know, he's incredibly cute, charming, and the funniest guy ever. We are literally in perfect sync and I couldn't ask for a better man to be with!"

Roy: "And not to brag or anything but I say that our happiness totally rubs off on others."

Morton: "I hate them."

Iggy

Iggy: "Sorry, did you say something to me?"

Wendy: "They're asking if you're in a relationshi-"

Iggy: "Oh. No."

Wendy

Wendy: "Anyways, I've been trying to ask out Pom but she just never gets the hint. Maybe she's not interested..."

Pom: "I've been sending signals to Wendy that I'm interested in her for months but she keeps missing all of them."

Wendy/Pom: "WAIT, WHAT-"

Larry

Larry: "Love? Who even cares about that crap anymore? It's never been a real thing anyway! It's something only idiots who can't face reality believe in. So don't mention it to my face again if you know what's good for ya!"

Iggy: "So I guess he just got dumped?"

Lemmy: "Seems so."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

tangerine beinf annoyed and fingering the reader while being on his phone? shes like whining and over stimulated and begging to slow down and hes just kind of mumbling that a good slut should know how to take it

hii! omg omg I love this SO MUCH. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

can’t be quiet

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (word porn, fingering, praise) minors dni

masterlist + rules

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More often than not, Tangerine liked to have you near while he was working from home. He loved to have you in his office, sat on his lap while he researched for upcoming missions. So now, like any other day, he had you perched on his lap with your back to his chest. His hands momentarily brush over your upper thighs for a sense of comfort as he reads through the article on his computer screen.

He sighs and strokes higher up your thigh, brushing the bare skin under your nightgown. Circling over as he places a light kiss to the side of your neck. Whispering. “Fancy a quick break?” You didn’t even need to see his face for you to know that there was a wicked smirk across his lips.

Nodding fervidly in response.

He gently slaps your inner thighs to separate your legs, wrapping his arm around your stomach, he reaches around and immediately palms over your underwear. Slowly stroking over you through the fabric while he begins to nibble on the side of your throat, sucking and kissing your warm skin. His eager fingers part your underwear to the side as his other hand reaches around to touch your pussy, brushing his middle finger through your folds. Slow and tantalising.

His finger slides up to circle your clit, lightly rubbing over it as he breathes heavily under your ear. Adjusting you in his lap, settling you atop him in a more comfortable position so he could tease at your entrance, lightly playing around and dipping his finger in.

He suddenly sighs, somewhat frustrated before pulling his hands away. “Fuckin thing.” He groans, tearing a hole in your underwear to give him better access to you. His fingers instantly latch back onto you, slipping through your folds, just like they belonged. He slides in his middle finger, slowly teasing into you and curling upwards which caused a shuddering reaction from you. A reaction he often craved.

Adding his ring finger inside of you, slipping in with great ease and immediately rubbing up into your g-spot in a come hither motion. “So warm.” He whispers against the back of your neck, softly chuckling as rubbed you from the inside. He wraps his free arm around you, holding your tits tightly as he pulled you back to his chest, gripping you as he began to finger fuck you.

“You like having my fingers buried deep inside of you? Hm? My big hand making you feel good, baby?” He whispers, rocking his palm over your clit as he continued the same engulfing pace. Grinning at your whimpering response. “I’m glad, honey.”

You hear Tangerine’s phone ring on his oak table and you instantly stiffen, eyes blown huge as you stare at his lit-up screen. Whispering “No.” As if you already knew what he was going to do.

He chuckles from behind you, keeping his fingers glued inside as he reaches for his phone with his free hand. “Yeah.” Speaking softly as if to tease you. “… ‘lright mate?” He greets the person on the receiver. “Nah, yeah I’m free to talk… what’s up? … You’re fuckin kiddin.” Conversing as he resumes his rocking motion, pumping into you with curled fingers. “Nah, mate that’s a fuckin piss take… no I told that cunt next week, why the fuck is going around saying that? I said next Monday because we’ll be ready next Monday… if I said next Monday then obviously I mean next fuckin Monday… mate come on now, leave it out would ya? … well whys he going round saying that? Prick going behind my back… me and Lem talked to him the other day… yeah. Yeah alright mate, yeah.” He groans, putting his phone on speaker and onto the table in front.

“That’s not off.” You say breathlessly, holding the back of his hand as he continues to pound into you.

“Yeah I know, he’ll be back in a minute… you gotta be quiet sweetheart, he’ll hear you.” Grinning against your neck. “Close that pretty mouth of yours… yeah hi mate.” Smirking as he places the phone back to his ear. “Be a good, quiet slut for me.” He mumbles, lifting his head away from the speaker to whisper under your ear. “Mate, he said quarter mil. We ain’t gonna take less when we were guaranteed that money.”

He could tell by the way you clamped around his fingers that you were close. Tightening as you whimpered, grinding into his fast-moving hand. “Go on.” He whispers, egging you on. Eyes screwed shut as you tried to be as quiet as possible for your overwhelming release.

He inconspicuously ends the call, dropping the phone onto the leather sofa to the side of him while he pumps into you. Mumbling against the side of your throat, grazing his teeth along the skin. “Cum all over my fingers.”

And so you did. You allowed the internal balloon to pop as you rode your high. Slapping your hand over your mouth to hide the moans and whimpers that were begging to escape your lips. He instantly yanks it away, desperately wanting to hear all of your pretty sounds, holding it to your side as you whined and rocked over him. Head rolling back with your mouth agape, panting heavily into the air.

As soon as the cloud cleared, your brain became aware of the phone call. Immediately snapping your neck to look at the absence in his hand. “You arsehole.” You lightly laugh, holding over your chest.

“I knew you wouldn’t be quiet.” He mutters against your skin, kissing a comforting trail up the side of it. “You sounded too pretty… only I can hear it.” He whispers, slowly pulling his fingers from you and angling them towards your mouth. Peaking himself around to watch while he dragged his cum-coated fingers over your lips, slipping one inside so you could taste yourself. “Only me.” He resumes, pulling his hand away from you, licking the residual slick from his fingers.

Adjusting you in his lap once more, wrapping his arms tight around your front while you nuzzled into him. Softly breathing as he inhaled your comfort.

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @she-bleeds-in-white-roses @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

[violettduchess]

Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires

Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;

Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!

I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!

Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU

WC: ~1.9k

The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....

Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.

You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….

Several weeks ago:

One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.

Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you. 

You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:

“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”

“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”

“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”

“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”

“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”

“I hear he’s never been married.”

“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”

“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”

This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Until……

He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.

“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.

And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.

And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.

And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.

The Present:

And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.

Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.

Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.

“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”

Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better. 

With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”

“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”

You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.

“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.

“Then let us begin.”

He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.

“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.

“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”

“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.

“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”

You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?” 

Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”

Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.

“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”

You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.

“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here….she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”

His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.

“Tenderness. Joy.”

He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”

Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.

“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.

Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.

“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page. 

“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.

He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……” 

“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.

His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.

“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”

“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."

And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.

Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.

An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.

Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Okay I apologize for the Dad!Tangerine mood I’m in rn now LOL, but can I please request a Dad!Tangerine x daughter!reader where the lil girl and Tan’s dynamic is much like Sully and Boo from Monsters Inc? The lil girl’s personality is like Boo. Tangerine and Lemon are on a job (taking out super bad people), and just as they’re about to leave (them two being the only living people left standing), they hear a little cry, and they follow it (being really concerned) and find a 2 year old girl all by herself, said little girl immediately stopping crying when Tangerine starts talking to her, even when Tangerine is all grumpy, it just makes her giggle, and Y/n starting to call Tan “Daddy”. (At first The Twins definitely weren’t planning on keeping her with them, but she quickly melts their hearts hehe) After being with them a bit, she starts pointing at Tangerine and going, “Daddy!!” And he’s like, “No no no, I am not your Dad kid”, but she just keeps going, “Daddy!!” And giggling (much like when Boo called Sulley “Kitty”). Tangerine gradually accepting the title, Lemon being fully on board the moment she calls him “Uncle Lemon!!” Also you know Lemon would be getting her ALL of the Thomas the Engine merch LOL… Tan accepting the Dad role as Y/n has him (and Lem) wrapped around her little finger

AHH I LOVE. Sorry this took me so long Cece, I wanted this to be good 😭

The girlfriend of Tan is one of my oc’s 😭 , no warnings really

Tangerine took the knife out the man’s chest, and he fell to the floor.

“How many was that?” He asked.

“14.”

“What? I thought that it was 15.” He said.

“Well, either way the file said 16 people were here.” Lemon argued, looking around the warehouse.

They circled it, and they didn’t realize the other room. They heard a loud wail, as well as whining. Tangerine and Lemon looked at each other, and held their guns out. They both hid behind the doorway, and looked around and were about to shoot when they noticed you. A child. No older than 3 years.

They looked at each other.

“What the hell?” Tangerine mumbled, and they both put their guns down. You crawled away from them and were now backed up to a wall.

“Shh, sh, sh.. it’s alright.” Lemon said, as they both approached you. Your cries got louder.

“‘Ts alright, Its alright. We’re not gonna hurt ya.” Tangerine said quietly and softly, he crouched down to your level. Your cries stopped and you looked at them.

Lemon slowly picked you up, and carefully held you in his arms. You looked at the both of them with a curiosity in your eyes.

“Guessin’ we killed her parents.” Tangerine sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Probably.”

“Wait.. is she the 16th person?” Tangerine thought.

“Wha- oh, shit. You’re right. It’s not like we can jus’ kill ‘er, mate. That’s way against my morals.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really plannin’ on it.” Tangerine said, angrily now. “But what the hell do we do with her now?”

“Dunno… maybe we jus’.. put her up for adoption? Leave her at a fire station?”

“The first ones not bad, but the second ones dangerous. They could miss her. Heard they ran over some baby cause they didn’t see her.”

“Yeah. Well, guess we could jus’ put her up for adoption. But how would we explain how we have her?”

“Never thought of that.” Tangerine sighed, and groaned. You made grabby hands to tangerine, and he quirked an eyebrow as Lemon laughed.

“Think she wants you, mate.”

“No way. Nope.” Tangerine looked the other way. Lemon went up to him, practically forcing you into his hands. Tangerine sighed and held you, you smiled and giggled, babbling at the mustached man.

“Dada!” You said, it didn’t exactly sound like that, but they knew that’s what you were trying to say.

“Nope. Nope.” Tangerine groaned and put you back down onto the cold floor, you stared up at him still while he stared down at you. You walked around the room for a little, and motioned for Lemon to pick you up again which made him smile and laugh quietly.

“Aren’t you just adorable.” He booped your nose, and you giggled at the man, grabbing at his finger, his large hands looked like a giants to you.

“Don’t say it.” Tangerine mumbled when Lemon stared at him.

“We should keep her-“

“No.”

“Look at ‘er! She called you dad.” He hit tangerines shoulder.

Tangerine groaned again and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No. I’m not having this conversation-“

“I can be uncle lemon. I’ve always wanted to be an uncle!” He said, practically begging at this point.

“Uncle.. lewmon?” The pronunciation sounded w weird coming from you but it made lemon smile widely.

“Oh my gosh. See that? She jus’ called me uncle. We have to keep her.”

“I don’t exactly know how to care for a bloody baby!”

“All we gotta do is clean her diapers, which I’ve done, feed her, clean after her, and keep her safe. C’mon man. I’m sure your girlfriend would love her.” Lemon teased him.

Tangerine narrowed his eyes, picking up his phone and texted his girlfriend “how do you feel about a child? Specifically 2 years old or something?”

“Uh… why? Aaron, if this is another joke..”

“It’s not.” He texted back.

“I mean I like kids, yeah. Do you mean like.. as ours?”

“Yeah. Kinda. Found one on a mission, we can put it up for adoption but she seems to like me and Lemon too much.”

“I mean… I’d love too, yeah, but wouldn’t it be a lot? The adoption process and all.”

“Don’t worry bout that, love.” He said, and put his phone down with a sigh.

“Well.. looks like she’s ours now.” He told lemon with a shrug.

Lemon smiled “All cause of your girlfriend?” He teased.

“Yes. Shut up.”

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“Alright, alright, let’s give uncle lemon a break.” He picked you up, taking you away from his brother who desperately needed a break from watching you for hours.

“Thanks man.” Tangerine said to him, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah. It’s nothin’. Anything for my only and favorite niece.” He smiled at you and Tan again, while Tangerines girlfriend came running down the stairs.

“Alright, let’s go. Thank you lemon!” She had said, and quickly left him alone in the house.

He sighed “Man, can’t believe I went from an assassin to a full time babysitter.”

[cyberjam]

TANGERINE AS YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER !!

there's a lack of tangerine fics on here so i decided to take things into my own hands !

warnings - slight nsfw

word count - 2.3k~

song: sparks - coldplay ୧

NOT PROOF READ !! >_<

tan - 🍊 | lem - 🍋 | you - 🍓

main masterlist

- THE CRUSHING STAGE -

- when tangerine first met you he never would've thought that the two of you would become such important aspects in each other's lives.

- he thought he would probably see you once in his entire life, but the universe had different plans.

- you'd start running into each other way more than expected.

- he was honestly a little annoyed with how much he kept seeing you.

- " ya' stalking me, love?" - 🍊

- you rolled your eyes and bit back with a snarky remark. thus creating your frenemies relationship.

- everytime you ran into each other he'd say something backhanded and you'd reply right back with unexplainable quickness.

- these interactions lasted for approximately 10-30secs, sometimes a minute if you were lucky.

- well, it was no different when you ran into him and lemon after leaving a bar.

- you greeted and complimented lemon since it was your first time meeting him and then went on to give tangerine the usual teasing remark.

- it didn't sit right with him.

- he was jealous annoyed.

- he didn't even understand why he was jealous because the two of you never really built a relationship outside of being assholes to each other whenever you crossed paths.

- throughout the day lemon noticed how his brother was more annoyingly grumpy than usual and ended up asking him about his foul mood.

- tangerine keeps his mouth shut, but lemon sooner or later finds out it was because of what had happened between the three of you earlier that day. (he's very good at reading people)

- lemon calls him out for it.

- " Don' even know 'er, but it's clear you like the bird. Stop bullshitting and just ask 'er out." - 🍋

- tangerine doesn't ask you out, he doesn't even speak to you.

- he avoids you like the plague for weeks.

- he didn't want to have feelings for you. you weren't a terrible person by any means but he couldn't possibly have time for a love life with his profession.

- lemon noticed how tangerine was a little thrown off of his rhythm and figured it was about the situation between you two.

- he ended up giving tangerine annoyingly good advice and told him that life isn't just pain and death and how it wouldn't hurt to step into the dating world if he was interested in someone.

- love is a human emotion after all.

- tangerine contemplated his situation.

- you were on his mind too often for his liking and it was starting to drive him mad.

- tangerine nearly dying in a mission was what it took for him to finally approach his feelings.

- that mission shifted his thinking a bit and made him realize that his time was truly limited and he didn't want to waste it without even trying to court you.

- so, the next time you two ran into each other he asked you out.

- "seriously? i don't see you for nearly 3 months and all of a sudden you wanna go out for drinks?" - 🍓

- "yeah..." - 🍊

- You accept his invitation because you missed him terribly and was pretty heartbroken when you stopped running into him.

- the night is of course pure bliss.

- you two have drinks, you laugh together, theres a lot of smiling, and light flirtatious touches from both parties.

- he'll tell a joke and you'll laugh, resting your hand on his bicep, while his hand is resting just above your knee, softly caressing it.

- once he drops you off at your apartment complex he tries to kiss you goodbye.

- you reject his affection because he kept you waiting for so long and you wanted to make him work for it.

- he was feigning for you at that point.

- he loves a small challenge. and your affection was something he would fight to win over.

- three/four dates went by before you let him kiss you.

- he didn't hold back.

- you were squished between your apartment door and his body. he held the back of your neck and gripped your waist with such vigor.

- you honestly would've had him right there if he asked.

- you two made out at your door for a few minutes before he broke away with a smirk and dazed expression.

- he wiped away your messy lipstick from the bottom of your lip and you didn't hesitate to return the favor.

- " til' next time, yeah?" he'd quietly murmur before tilting your chin and leaning in, placing a gentle peck on your lips.

- "til' next time." you'd whisper even though he was long gone and in the elevator.

- THE DATING STAGE -

- man spoils the shit out of you.

- if you thought his stealing habit was bad before, it's gotten 10x worse now that he's with you.

- you don't encourage it at all and you even scold him for it but he just can't help himself.

- whenever he sees something that even remotely reminds him of you, he's taking it and slipping it into his pockets.

- sooner or later you get overwhelmed with the load of expensive/flashy items he's giving you and eventually ask him to tone it down.

- he'd definitely be a little hurt because gift-giving is his main love language. but he wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort whatsoever, so he tones it down.

- you and lemon are the cutest duo.

- you indulge in his thomas the tank engine brain rot and listen to him talk about it for hours on end.

- on days you're both bored he'd make you binge thomas the tank engine with him since tangerine won't engage in such "childish shit."

- it's always a good time tho, he loves adding in his own commentary and insulting diesel whenever he appears on screen.

- you gave him a few thomas the tank engine glass figurines and gave him new stickers for his birthday and he was really happy about it. he nearly cried :').

- he appreciated your gift A TON. that was also the first time he gave you a bear hug.^^ (your feet literally weren't touching the ground for a good 15 seconds.)

- tangerine gets kinda annoyed by the relationship you two have but he's even more endeared by it.

- he's glad that the two most important people in his life like each other and can bond over something, even if it feels like they're slowly melting his brain with how much they talk about it.

- the two days before he leaves for his jobs are always the saddest.

- his job is really dangerous and there's never a 100% guarantee that he'll return so the two of you spend your time under each other for those remaining days.

- cuddling, kissing, fucking (and a little crying from you because you worry about him.)

- once you two started to get really serious and planned on moving in together, he had told you about his job and what he (and lemon) did for business.

- he wanted to make sure you were completely in with the relationship like he was.

- you were annoyed and pretty upset when you found out because of how long he kept it from you but you understood and your feelings towards him didn't change a single bit.

- he was pretty relieved when you told him you still loved him and wanted to be with him no matter what he did for work.

- living together is pure bliss really.

- baths and showers together are pretty frequent, most of the time not even sexual.

- he doesn't even mind doing face masks with you, you don't have to convince or beg him to do it.

- he will frequently pay for spa days for you.

- usually including a mani-pedi (he loves french tips), facial, wax, massage, etc... he loves to pamper his s/o.

- he usually arranges those spa days when he's away at work so you don't think about him too much.

- you get worried like any s/o would when he goes away. but his small texts throughout the mission (that are sometimes accompanied with a blurry pic of his fancy pointed shoes or lemon doing something in the background) relieved you until he came back.

- his missions can either be a quick two days or a long 2 months. he has a unpredictable schedule.

- the days he comes back, lemon doesn't even bother being in the same house as you two. he drops tan off and books a hotel for two days.

- you might be asking why and the reason is because you two are all over each other as soon as he gets back.

- i mean you two fuck so loud and do not hold back your moans/groans/screams.

- you'd think someone was watching a football game or getting murdered.

- tangerine can either be in the candlelit dinner, soak in the tub together, and then slow passionate sex after mood or the fuck you in whichever room you're in once he finds you mood. (you two have done it everywhere except lemons room, mainly out of respect for him)

- oh god, DO NOT WEAR LINGERE ON HIS DAY BACK. (for your safety and for his sanity)

- he will actually rip it to shreds without a care and will ravage you.

- he will not hold back if he's been gone for too long and that can lead to very exhausting mornings and aching body parts.

- honestly sex between you two only happens before and after missions. his sex drive isn't that high.

- i feel like he doesn't like to makeout that much. he feels like he's being teased and would rather just get straight into it. but if you love to kiss, he'll indulge in your desires.

- he definitely has a oral fixation.

- he loves going down on you and loves when you go down on him. both options are equally enjoyable to him.

- this might be a bit controversial but i feel like he doesn't really like to be called daddy.

- i think he'd prefer to be called sir, his name, or just the usual pet names you give him.

- he's okay with certain kinks but he strays far away from anything that can cause you any physical pain or will make you cry.

- he only inflicts pain on people when he's working or because some asshole got on his last nerve.

- he'd never bring that type of stuff home and do it to you.

- he isn't really into degrading either. he'd rather praise/tease you.

- he'd degrade you if you wanted him to but he won't really enjoy it as much as you would 😭 (sorry for the people with pain/degrading kinks)

- prefers to be a power top (and usually is) but he enjoys when the roles are reversed and you take control every now and then.

- he's honestly a very passionate lover, and not just in the bedroom.

- he's sweet and is always very soft with you. and only you.

- you rarely ever get into arguments because his patience with you increases by 1000.

- if he makes you cry he'd drop the entire argument in seconds and apologize.

"m' sorry for raising my voice, love. i know you don' like me yelling like that." - 🍊

- if he ever gets annoyed by you or is just in a really shitty mood, he'll keep some distance between the two of you to avoid snapping on you.

- you two definitely still tease each other, but his sly remarks are much lighter in tone from before, and he never really means any harm behind his words.

- he'll go from "I'LL BASH YA' FUCKIN' FACE IN, YOU PRICK!🤬." until you call him and then he's like "yes, darling i'll stop by the cafe you like on the way home🥰."

- he's very loud and low-tempered around others but he's so soft-spoken and calm around you.

- people who have ran into him would be surprised by the 180° his personality takes when he's with you.

- he definitely leans more into affection around you. i think he used to be awfully touch-starved before you two started dating :(

- tangerine is a very good-looking man, so women are throwing themselves at him any chance they get.

- he never gives them the time of day unless he's on a mission and needs something from them.

- say there's a lady at this fancy event who's constantly bugging him and trying to feel him up.

- he'd indulge in her flirting for a while if he sees something of worth. like a pretty necklace that he thinks will look good around your neck and not hers.

- and before you know it he has her necklace and is on his way home to add to your already impressive jewelry collection. (he has taken more than the same piece of jewelry twice.)

- he'll slap anyone's hand away if they try for a simple handshake or hug. but if you were to open your arms up to him, he'd lose himself in your embrace without any hesitation.

- your nicknames for him would be tan, love, meanie, babe, dove, and possibly more.

- his nicknames for you would be darling, your name but shorter or your middle name (if you have one), love, gorgeous, and very very rarely calls you this next one, it's only when he's in the extra soft mood-

- but sometimes he'll call you muffin.

- you swore up and down you'd never let your s/o call you cringy ass names like lovey-dovey boo-boo bear but you absolutely crumble whenever he calls you muffin. and he knows the affect that nickname has on you.

- the first time he called you it is when he was trying to calm you down from a panic attack.

- the club you were at got ransacked and shot up, lemon and tangerine were able to protect you from any harms way and all three of you left unscathed.

- you were still very shaken up from the event because you've never experienced anything like it.

- tangerine held the sides of your face and stared deeply into your eyes with a empathetic look in his eyes.

- he'd console you in the softest voice he could manage.

- 'y'alright muffin? it's over now, you don' 'ave to be scared, you're safe.' - 🍊

- ' i wouldn't let anyone hurt you, alright? not when you're with me.' - 🍊

- he reacts the same way when you call him pumpkin. he'll act like he hates it but he adores it sm.

- you're definitely the baker and he's the cook.

- lemon loves living w/ the two of you because he eats good at least 4/7 days of the week(if you guys don't order takeout or have leftovers.)

- cooking or baking together is usually the most intimate activity you two do. it always puts him in the domestic mood.

- he enjoys being around you, even if you two aren't interacting in any way. he's just content with being in your presence.

- sometimes he will overthink and have doubts about the relationship you two have.

- he really feels like he doesn't deserve you. he's a cold-hearted murder and you simply weren't. you two were complete opposites in almost every aspect.

- he wonders how he got such a warm-hearted and gentle person to be in love with him.

- he doesn't want you to leave him but at the same time he'd completely understand if you did. he's a huge asshole to mainly everybody and is a murder for gods sake.

- you love him way too much to ever leave him tho.

- you're always really quick to shoot down those terrible thoughts and reassure him.

- you always know when he's thinking of stuff like that because his usual annoyed frown is different from his sad frown.

- tangerine is truly grateful for you and appreciates the things you do for him.

- he loves you and you love him.

- lemon is more than happy for his brother but god, he feels queasy around you two sometimes.

whewwww, 🤧 i had a few more ideas but i felt like this one was getting too long.

hopefully you enjoyed it!! <3