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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 months ago

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Tangerine x stripper fem!reader

Mini-series summary: When Tangerine opened an underground strip-club to cover for his murder-for-hire business operation, he wasn't expecting to become so easily distracted by one girl in particular.

Chapter summary: Accidentally walking into something you shouldn't have causes you to learn about Tangerine's real business, effectively creating a rift between you and him (4.8k) + epilogue (1.6k)

Warnings: blood, violence, slut shaming, murder, drugs, alcohol, guns, illusions to sexual assault and mentions of death but nothing happens, still a happy ending!

credit : @little-miss-dilf-lover 🤍🤍 thank you endlessly!

BAD FOR BUSINESS MASTERLIST

You're sitting on Tangerine's desk during your break. He's working on his laptop, listening to you blabber with intention, only half focused on his work. Instead, his focus is drawn to the way you cross your legs, the baby-blue babydoll dress you're wearing tonight hugs your curves and that bow in your hair is making him lose focus.

You've barely touched your yogurt and Tangerine flips a page, interrupting you: "You should eat, love." He reminds you and you nod, taking another spoonful.

"And then Nicola told him to fuck off," you continue, through your mouthful, "which was hilarious. You should have seen his face! Scummy bastard! Annette and I were laughing so hard," you laugh at your own story. Tangerine seems a little less amused.

"Is Nicola okay? Customers should not be making comments like that."

You smile a little, placing your yogurt on his desk and leaning closer to him. One of your heels rests on his chair now, your hand playing with his hair. "She's fine, babe, you know we can take care of ourselves."

Tangerine looks up now, his gaze stern. "Yeah, I know," he says and then sighs, "I just worry."

"I know," you laugh and kiss his cheek. You sit up and jab your spoon into your yogurt again. "Honestly, I don't even know why you do this job. You hate anything to do with this business."

Tangerine is quiet. He turns to his laptop again, your words sinking in. If only you knew, he thinks.

"I don't hate you," he says softly, almost embarrassed. He feels shitty. He wishes he could tell you the truth about what this is, and he wishes he could officially ask you to be his girl. He wishes for a lot of things he can't fulfill.

Not now.

You smile, opening your mouth to say something else, when the door suddenly swings open. Startled, you stand up and adjust your little dress, suddenly self-conscious at being caught in your boss's office during your break. No one usually comes in, especially unannounced.

Tangerine stands as well, discreetly putting himself in front of you as a tall, lanky man dressed in a grey suit walks in. His hair is jet black and he has rectangular glasses perched on his nose that hide a dark pair of eyes. He looks a little older than Tangerine, maybe mid-thirties, and he pauses when he sees you.

"Fucking our employees now, Tangerine," the man smirks. You recognize him as the other boss. He's barely around anymore, but you remember meeting him on your first week.

Unlike Tangerine, this man has always make your stomach feel queasy.

You tense a little and grab your yogurt from the desk you now realize Tangerine most likely shares with this man. Tangerine looks even tenser than you are and he turns to you, sending you a look that you read as "Go. Please."

You nod, quickly walking to the door and down the stairs. Tangerine relaxes a little once you're out the door but he continues to glare at Leo.

"No one is fucking anyone," he says as calmly as he can.

"In that suit, I'm not surprised you can't get a girl like her," Leo whistles, dropping his briefcase as he hangs his coat. "Which one was that already? Candy? Diamond? She's smoking hot."

Tangerine holds his tongue. He doesn't want Leo to know of his feelings for you so he just corrects him. "Angel. You should really know our employees' stage names by now."

Leo rolls his eyes as he walks over, picking up a folder. "They're strippers. Who cares?" He reads over the documents and then looks up at Tangerine. "Thanks for taking over when I was away, mate, why don't you go take a break, hm?"

Tangerine's jaw clenches. He hates how Leo thinks he can boss him around when he's always the one doing the work. He hesitates for a moment. Usually, he isn't afraid to call Leo out on his bullshit but he has more important things to worry about than his ego. He wants to check on you.

He didn't even get to kiss you goodbye.

"Oi, T," Leo calls just as Tangerine walks out the door. Tangerine groans and peeks his head back into the room, an annoyed look on his face. "Meeting tonight, remember?" Leo's words ring in Tangerine's ears and his expression falters for a moment.

He'd completely forgotten.

"Ya, I remember," he says roughly, his voice strained as he ignores the impending doom he feels in his stomach as he turns to rush down the stairs to find you.

* * *

You slip on your mary-janes, grab your woolen coat, and hurry out the door. It's late and you're the last girl here. You've been having this awful habit of daydreaming lately, your stomach filled with butterflies as you remember Tangerine's lips on yours, his hands caressing your skin. You shake the thoughts, turning to lock the backroom with the spare keys you have.

You hum, thinking back to the words Tangerine had whispered in your ear when he'd found you after you'd hurried from his office. You make me happy. You feel your cheeks warm as you remember the quick kiss he'd given you in the dark corner near the bathroom and how stupid it is that he manages to make that sketchy corner into something so romantic.

You'd usually leave from the backdoor, but tonight you decide to walk through the lounge in case Tangerine hasn't gone home yet. Sometimes, he waits for you without even needing to be asked. However, this time, the lounge is empty.

You look up, seeing that the blinds to Tangerine's office are shut but that the light is on. You can see faint movement behind the blinds and the movements pique your interest.

Is Tangerine working late?

It hadn't even crossed your mind to remember Leo's arrival just a few hours earlier.

You walk up the stairs, holding your bag over your shoulder. You can hear hushed voices; multiple male voices you don't recognize and your stomach flips with nerves. You know you should turn around, you really should, but you don't.

You're too curious.

The office door isn't fully closed and without thinking, you gently push on it with your open palm, freezing when you peer inside. There are four men in the room; all of them are large and scary with various guns displayed on their bodies. They're laughing obnoxiously, discussing something about a latest kill.

You bite the inside of your cheek, scanning the room as you listen in. You see Tangerine and Leo in the center, leaning over the desk as they look at what appears to be plans of some sort. More guns lay on the desk and the entire room smells like smaok and drugs.

"40 million quid for three men dead, easy," one man laughs, flicking his cigar into the ashtray.

Leo chuckles, clapping Tangerine on the back. "What do you say, mate? Sounds like a good one, hm?"

Tangerine nods, still looking over the plan, his eyebrows pinched. "I suppose three kills is simple."

You're frozen in shock. Kills? 40 million? Your mind can't seem to wrap your head around what's happening. You look at Tangerine and for the first time in weeks, you don't recognize the man you're looking at. You back up, holding your breath.

You need to get out of here.

"Bloody hell, who do we have here?" A man's hoarse voice echoes around the room and suddenly, his hand is wrapping around your arm and dragging you inside.

Your bag falls to the ground. You let out a gasp, squirming in the man's grip but he holds you still. He's much taller than you and much stronger. He smells like alcohol and you can see the gun on his hip and you hold your breath in fear.

The men whistle at your entrance, laughing amongst themselves. The only man who isn't finding this amusing is Tangerine; he's tense, his dark blue eyes locked with yours as he wears an expression you can't read, but his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh, look who it is, it's Angel again," Leo barks a cruel laugh, sauntering around the desk as he approaches you slowly. His hand raises and he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. You wince, pulling away from his touch as if he's burning you and Leo pouts, faking pity.

"This one of yer strippers?" a man asks. He's much older than the others, his hair whitening, and he's grinning at you like one of your customers would.

Leo nods, wrapping his hand in your hair to keep you from squirming again. "Yup," he pops the "p" and grins, "Isn't she just a prize? Tangerine sure knows how to pick 'em."

Tears brim in your eyes at the implication. What had he told them? You look at him, watching him just stand there. He hasn't moved or said a word.

You're shaking now, terrified at being trapped in this situation. You aren't usually helpless but they're outnumbering you, and they have guns.

Leo pulls on your hair a little, making you gasp in pain again. The other man wraps his arm around your waist, grinning.

"You shouldn't have wandered in here, little mouse," Leo whispers. He smiles when he sees the tears on your cheeks. "Because you know what this means, hm? Can't have you scurrying off and snitching on us—"

Your eyes widen and you squirm harder. "No-no-no please, I won't tell anyone! Please. Tangerine!" You sob, angling yourself towards Tangerine as you try and yank yourself out of the man's grip.

The other men look towards him. "Ya close with the stripper?" One snarls, his smirk evident.

Leo keeps his hand in your hair, pulling on it to shut you up. You muffle your sobbing in fear of angering them anymore. Tangerine doesn't speak, his gaze intense, and the men take that as a no. Leo turns to you again and laughs. "Such a shame. She's so pretty. She must bring us a lot of money."

"Can I have a turn with her before we kill her?" The man holding your waist asks, earning some raucous laughter and agreement from the others and you feel defeated. You keep looking at Tangerine, pleading with your eyes as you cry softly.

Leo untangles his hand from your hair and nods. "Sure, have your fun, boys. I don't fuck used goods," he laughs cruelly and embarrassment washes over you. "Now, where were we?" He looks at the plans again, clearly disinterested in what's happening to you.

The man holding you slides his hand up your stomach but before he can touch you more intimately, Tangerine's voice interrupts; "No," he says plainly. You sniff, struggling weakly now as it hurts to move in the men's arms. You watch him take his gun and slide it into the waistband of his trousers behind him. Leo looks up, confused.

"My turn," Tangerine says, walking over and snapping his fingers. The men release you, making it clear Tangerine has authority. Your stomach sinks. Why hadn't he helped you then? You glance between him and Leo, not completelyunderstanding the dynamic, but as soon as you're not being held, you make a run for it.

You don't get very far because Tangerine grabs you and holds you close to him. You cry, hitting him as you scream and thrash against his body.

"Let me go! Please! Please!" Your head is spinning and everything begins to hurt. You can smell his cologne, a smell that was so familiar and reassuring now feels tainted and wrong. When he wraps his hand around your mouth, you gasp for air and dig your nails into his wrist, drawing blood. He hisses in pain but only tightens his hold on you.

"Shut up," he growls in your ear. You can hear his heart thumping in his chest and you begin to calm down so that you can breathe properly.

The other men watch in amusement. "Feisty little mouse," one exclaims. They all laugh.

"I'll take care of her," Tangerine says hoarsely, breathing heavily, still holding you so you don't move and the more he speaks, the harder you want to cry, "This little slut has been teasing me for weeks. She owes me," he pauses, and his voice is a little shaky, "and then I'll get rid of her."

The other men seem disappointed but Leo smirks, "No funny business, hm?"

Tangerine nods, his voice steady. "No. I'll be back in an hour."

The men all laugh and whistle and Tangerine presses his lips to your ear. "Don't scream when I move my hand, okay? Please." He whispers the last part for only you to hear and your chest tightens. Your vision is blurred with tears but when he removes his hand, you find yourself obeying him.

Some desperate part of is still hoping he'll save you.

He's rough as he yanks you with him down the stairs. Dread fills you and you start crying again, trying desperately to run in the opposite direction. Tangerine doesn't reprimand you for the noise as he pulls out outside and into a small alley near the bulging, the door slamming shut behind you. You're not screaming anymore, only crying.

"Please don't hurt me," you sob, trembling as he pushes you against the brick wall. "Please," you plead with him. Tangerine doesn't answer but his gaze is dark. He reaches behind him and grabs his gun, unlocking it. You break down in tears, your hands shaking.

You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting him to press the barrel to your head, but instead, you feel his familiar warmth as he rests both hands against the wall near your head, and his forehead hovers over yours as he inhales shakily. You hiccup, still very obviously terrified.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his hands curling into fists on the wall. "I'm so sorry."

You choke on a sob.

Tangerine pulls away, his hand hovering over your cheek as if he wants to wipe your tears away but instead, he drops it to his side and looks into your eyes. "Run. Go home," he pauses and you can see that his own eyes look glossy with tears. "Don't come back. Please. Stay away. I'm so fuckin' sorry, angel," he says.

Your voice is caught in your throat.

"I love you," he continues and you just stare at him. You're unable to move. You don't know how to process any of this information.

Tangerine panics and slams his hand on the wall. "Go! Now!" he screams and you gasp, tears falling down your cheeks as you push past him and run down the dark street, not even knowing where you're running to and you don't look back. You feel queasy and you can't wrap your head around what just happened as the scene replays in your head.

Isn't she just a prize? Tangerine sure knows how to pick 'em.

I don't fuck used goods.

Don't come back. Please. Stay away. I'm so fuckin' sorry, angel.

I love you.

Back in the alley, Tangerine punches into the brick wall with a quiet shout.

* * *

Tangerine slams the door to his apartment, cursing loudly as he throws off his blazer. His eyes are bloodshot and he sniffles, sinking into his favorite armchair and holding his head in his hands. Tangerine doesn't cry. He hasn't cried in years, but for the first time, he can't help himself.

"What happened?" Lemon yawns, clearly having been woken up by the door slamming. When he sees the state his brother is in he pauses, his expression twisting. He stands in front of the armchair, unsure how to deal with this.

"T," he begins.

"She walked in on us," Tangerine states, his voice trembling. He fists his hair in his hands, clearly frustrated. "Y/n. She heard everything and they– they– scared 'er. They hurt 'er and I- just stood there and did absolutely fuckin' nothing!"

Lemon is quiet as Tangerine stands and begins to pace the living room. He doesn't know how to help. "Tangerine," he tries again, walking closer, "It's okay. You couldn't have done anything– not with Leo and the others in the room—she'll understand—"

"Understand?" Tangerine spits, his anger only directed at himself, "She can't come back to work, because of this. I had to make the think I- I- killed her. God, Lemon, I can never see her again. I ruined everything. But, I couldn't hurt her. I could never hurt her. I- she– she might call the cops on us—"

Lemon grips his nape, holding him still. "Y/n wouldn't tell anyone."

Tangerine stares into his brother's eyes. "She would have every right to, Lemon. And that's not the point, I— They– fuck–"

He breaks down, remembering your scared expression and how he had done nothing, and leans his head on Lemon's shoulder. "I ruined the only good fuckin' thing I had going for me. I really fucked up."

Lemon just holds him, not sure what to do or say to make this better.

* * *

You've been spending the last four days in bed, crying your heart out. You've shut your phone off. You've been ignoring all the worried texts and calls from your friends, missing all your uni classes and of course, missing your job.

Don't come back.

Tangerine's words ring in your ears and you press a pillow against them, curling up in a ball. You've been feeling sick since the encounter, remembering the men and their words and the implications of their words. The way they looked, the way they talked, how they tried to touch you.

Tangerine was a criminal, they'd been preparing a kill. He kills people. You can't seem to wrap your head around it. Sure, he was always a little cold and he seemed extra gentle with you as if he was making up for something, but you would have never imagined this.

You sob harder into your pillow, your heart breaking.

A few hours later, you're in your kitchen when you hear the knock on your door and you pause. Your heart leaps. You're in an old, paint-stained shirt, and some worn-out sleep shorts. You hear the knock again and pause again. This time, you hurry across the floorboards and peek through the peephole. Your breath hitches in your throat and you frown.

You unlock the old latch from your old apartment door and open it. "Hello?"

Lemon tilts his head, catching your eye, "Hey," he says sheepishly, holding up a box that you assume contains a pastry. "Can I come in?"

You hesitate, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Lemon wasn't in the room that night. He might not be involved. You know that's probably bullshit but curiosity gets the better of you again.

Plus, he has food and you're starving.

You open the door and let him in, holding out your hand for the pastry. Lemon smiles and hands it to you. He motions to the dining room and you nod. He follows you and you grab a fork silently, sitting down at your small table and opening the box.

You read the label; it's from your favorite bakery. The one you'd taken Tangerine to one weekend, on one of the outings you'd never outwardly said was a date. Inside is a chocolate croissant, your favorite, and your stomach twists.

You look up at Lemon who sat down in the chair opposite yours and he sends you a small smile. "He sent you, didn't he?"

Lemon nods. "He didn't think you'd want to see him."

You fiddle nervously with the box. "I don't want to see him," you say, your voice shaking a little.

Lemon nods again, clicking his tongue and looking down. "Listen, I know you're scared but my brother isn't a bad guy. He isn't. And he cares for you. A lot."

Tangerine's three-word confession rings in your ears and you can't deny the truth in Lemon's words. Still, you don't succumb that easily as your eyebrows crinkle.

"If he cares for me, as you say, he would have spoken up for me in that room."

Lemon sighs, "It isn't that simple. Tangerine and Leo–they have a complicated history and it would have been even more dangerous to speak out in a room full of—"

"Criminals," you finish for him, nodding. You close the pastry box, staring at Lemon with a hard expression. "You weren't there, Lemon. You can't understand how scary it was to be surrounded by a bunch of dangerous men, realizing you can't even trust the one man you thought you could."

Lemon listens, his gaze stuck on yours.

"Frankly, I don't think even think he meant it when he told me he loves me—"

Lemon's face twists and he shakes his head, clearly confused. "He told you he loves you?"

You pause, fiddling with the box again. "Yeah he did but—"

"No—no, my– my brother, he doesn't just say that to anyone. He doesn't say it if he doesn't mean it," Lemon says and you become quiet, hearing the solemn and serious tone in his voice, "And I know he fucked up, but now i really fuckin' think you should hear him out. He's outside, by his car. You should talk to him. And if you never want to see either of us again after, I promise we'll leave you alone. I promise, Y/n."

You ponder his words, looking up at him. Some part of you wants to ignore the knowledge that Tangerine is downstairs, waiting for you. You want to push him away, tell Lemon to fuck off and to never think about them again, but that's impossible.

I love you.

Tangerine's words are engraved in your memory. You can still feel his lips on your skin, the way he touches you with care, the way he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters. Your heart warms, just remembering how sweet he was.

And then you remember his hand covering your mouth, his harsh words, and your stomach drops.

You take a breath, grounding yourself. You don't know what to do, but some twisted fucked up part of you knows that if you don't go down and at least talk to him, you'll regret it forever.

"Okay," you say seriously and stand, walking into the living room and grabbing a hoodie. "One chance," you add, grabbing your keys. You lock your door behind you and then walk down the stairs behind Lemon.

Once the outside air hits your skin, you pause. Tangerine is standing by the car, just like Lemon said, and when he hears the door open he turns expectantly.

"What did she—" his voice falters when he sees you behind his brother. "Oh."

You're silent as you keep a distance from him. Lemon senses the tension and clears his throat. He excuses himself and turns to take a walk. Tangerine watches him leave, half hoping he'd stay. He turns to you again and shame contorts his expression. He walks forward only to have you back up against the building.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Tangerine whispers, his voice quivering.

You glare at him, tightening your arms around you. The noise of the city fades into the background as you process his words. You shake your head, your voice is strained and you hope he can't tell you might burst into tears at any moment.

"How can I believe you? You lied."

Tangerine shakes his head. "I never lied to you."

"Well, you kept something from me! Something big!" you argue, your sadness turning into anger and when he walks forward again, you meet him and stab your hand in his chest, "Don't pretend you didn't have any opportunities to tell me! And don't pretend you didn't think I would have liked to know this is who my boyfriend really is!"

Tangerine blinks, his tongue skimming over his lips at the word boyfriend.

You stutter, "Potential boyfriend. Someone I was seeing—"

"I know," he interrupts you, running a hand in his hair. "I know I should have told you. I should have warned you before I started to become involved with you, okay? But can you blame me?"

"Well no," you interrupt and roll your eyes, "if I was a killer I wouldn't want anyone to know—"

Tangerine shakes his head, his gaze hard. "Y/n. It was never about me. I couldn't care less what happened to me. I mean, sure, it would hav' sucked and it will if you do tell anyone, but I truly don't care what happens to me—" his voice sounds stern again and your eyes are locked on his as you listen.

He walks closer and this time, you don't move. "I only cared for you. I care for you. I stayed awake at night dreading the very scenario that fuckin' happened. Imagining you looking at me the way you are now; with fear. Imagining worse— and it tore me up, darlin'."

You soak in his words, swallowing a lump in your throat. "Then why didn't you stop them? Why pretend to want to hurt me if you love me so much—" The word love falls from your lips and Tangerine's expression visibly tenses. Still, he tries to explain.

"Love, I had no choice," he says softly, "I was frozen in shock and I couldn't go against everyone in that room. You don't realize how worse that would have made the situation. I'm sorry. I wish I could have done more."

You shake your head, your voice low because of the morning crowd in the street, and add, "No. You had a choice. You always have a choice. You chose to just stand there and then pretend to want to hurt me? Do you realize how fucked up that is?"

Tangerine's jaw tenses and he holds out his hand as if he wants to caress your cheek but he pauses, frowning. He drops his arm.

"You're right. I did make a choice," he admits after a moment, reflecting on your words, "and I did what I thought was my best option in the worst possible situation. I'm really sorry I wasn't what you needed at that moment, and darlin', if I could go back, I'd do anything to prevent you from walking into that room—anything to keep you safe—but I was trying to protect you, even if you can't see it—"

He pauses and you glance at his lips, your gaze flickering to his eyes once more. "And you don't have to forgive me. You can even keep being angry with me. I can live with anger, but I'm here because I don't want there to be a single part of you that thinks I didn't care for you. That I don't care for you, because I do. I just- I want you to know how much I care. How I would never hurt you like they wanted to. Never. I- I adore you, everything about you; how you drive me absolutely mad when you're away and how you involuntarily draw me in with your laughter whenever you're around—

And I'm a smitten fool to think I ever deserved you," Tangerine continues and his voice becomes softer, "I just, please know that my feelings for you are very real. Please know that hurting you like this was the last thing I ever wanted and it will haunt me forever because I love you. I love you so damn much it hurts."

There is that word again and you pause, heart beating as you listen to him. You find yourself leaning into him and you can clearly see tears in his eyes, threatening to spill at every word. They mirror your own and yet you can't find the words to answer him.

At least not until he sighs and turns to leave, and your chest tightens;

"No wait," you gasp instinctively, grabbing his wrist so he turns around. When he does, you wrap your arms around his neck, practically throwing yourself into his arms.

Tangerine's arms tighten across your middle, burying his face in your shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath. "Angel," he whispers as you tighten your hold on him too.

"I don't forgive you, not completely, not yet," you admit breathlessly, but hold onto him anyways. "But you promise you love me?" You ask in his ear, sounding insecure. "You promise you'll keep me safe? Promise it. Please."

"I fuckin' promise," he says instantly with no hesitation, as he strokes a hand down your hair to soothe you. "I love you. I promise I mean this."

You nod, taking a moment to pause and inhale his cologne. Your mind fills with words from his apology, words that don't feel like empty promises, and instead of the memories from that night, all you feel is safe again.

You pull away and look at him seriously. "And no more pretending you don't want me to be yours, okay? No holding back this time, not now that I know—"

Tangerine nods, his warm hand cupping your cheek, "No more pretending. You're mine. My girl. If you'd still like to be? If you'll have me?"

You crack a small smile, nodding, "I would like that," you say wearily, still holding back those three little words.

Tangerine understands and doesn't press you. His heart beams, threatening to leap at you as if offering himself. He drops his arms, tightens his hands on your hips, he pulls you in and he presses his lips to yours.

It's delicate and loving and he's taking his time, savoring you. You relax in his arms, cupping his cheek. You can't help but smile against his lips, which causes the same smile from Tangerine and you laugh as he rests his forehead on yours.

"I love you," he whispers again and deep down, you know he truly means it.

FIN ♡

Epilogue - 6 months later

It took a while for your relationship with Tangerine to return to normal. In fact, it took a while for anything to feel normal again. You'd lost your job, having to lay low for three months or so because Tangerine needed Leo to keep thinking you were dead. But he had promised it was going to be easy and over with. He was the one who had records—your real name—Leo didn't, he never did. Tangerine promised there was no way that bastard could reach you. That he wouldn't let him.

"He's not very bright," Lemon had promised you, not hiding his disdain for the man.

And you chose to believe them.

It had taken a few months to fully digest Tangerine's career. He's tried to explain the best he could that it wasn't fun for him. That is was his work and he was good at his job. He was good at taking down bastards who deserved it, for one reason or another.

"Think of it like a more illegal version of your future job—executing bastards who deserve it," Tangerine had said nonchalantly.

"A fucked up illegal version," you retorted, sending him a dirty look and Tangerine shrugs, holding your hand and squeezing.

It definitely took a while but eventually, you came to terms with his profession.

Because you'd lost your income, Tangerine had also promised to take care of you until you finished your studies. You ended up staying with him and Lemon after the first two months, and luckily the commute to the university from his apartment was far less distance than from yours.

And anyways, living with Lemon and Tangerine was proving more entertaining than you'd expected.

"Who hid my toothbrush?!" Lemon grumbles one evening, storming into the kitchen where Tangerine is making his famous pasta sauce. You're reading him your essay and pause, looking up from your laptop.

"You need it now? We haven't had dinner," you say, glancing at Tangerine with a small smirk as he cuts up some tomatoes.

Tangerine just rolls his eyes, ignoring his brother as he focuses on not chopping up his fingers. "No one hid your toothbrush, Lemon. We're fuckin' adults, not children," he says and glances at you, reaching over and tapping his finger on the counter near your laptop, "Wanna continue, my love? I'm really liking this one."

You laugh, looking at him with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, I bet you do, babe. It's on organized crime," you turn to look at Lemon, who seems a little less distressed over his toothbrush and now more invested in the conversation as he leans on the counter.

You turn back to Tangerine as he pours the tomatoes into a pan. "Y'know, if I end up working as a lawyer and you got caught for being some criminal mastermind, I could prosecute you."

Lemon barks a laugh, "Oi, don't jinx him!"

You frown, shaking your head. "I'm not! I'm just saying!"

Tangerine comes up and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Or you could represent me. Y'know, be my lawyer," he says and winks.

"How romantic," Lemon teases and walks over to read your essay over your shoulder. "This shit seems complicated as fuck."

"It is," you say and chew on your pencil as you read the notes you have next to your laptop.

"My smart girl," Tangerine hums, stirring the sauce now as he wipes his hand on his apron. Lemon smirks at him and walks behind him, ruffling his hair a little just to tease him for being such a softie for you. Tangerine pushes him off.

You're lost in thought, re-reading your essay in your head as the brothers argue playfully in the background.

Later that night, you're brushing your hair in the mirror while Tangerine trims his mustache. You're unusually quiet and he knows instantly that something is up. Still, he doesn't mention it until the lights are off and you're snuggled against his chest, his arm under your head as he plays with his hair and listens to the ceiling fan.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, love?"

You hum, circling hearts on his chest as you snuggle against him. You hold your tongue until he taps your head, prompting you to answer him. "It's nothing," you whisper.

"Try me," Tangerine says into the darkness, his voice soft.

"I was joking back then but—what if it happens? What if one day, I have to represent you," you say after a moment of silence, your voice strained. "Or I have to actually prosecute you—"

Tangerine chuckles slowly, still stroking your hair. "I doubt you'll have to do any of those things, darlin', considering we're together—isn't that against your rules?"

You pause, holding him closer. "I mean yes and no but—" you pause, "what if, y-you don't come home because something went wrong or—you actually end up in prison," your voice fades and you go quiet again and Tangerine understands what this is about. He's never actually stopped to think about how you worry for him. How it must weigh on you, learning what you do, and to know all the things that could happen to him.

"Hey," he says and sits up to turn on the bedside lamp. He pulls you up with him and turns to look at you. "Sweetheart, nothing is gonna happen to me. I'm careful, ya know that." He strokes your cheek, wiping under your worried eyes as he taps your nose. "You have nothing to worry about."

You look at him, still worried. "But, how can you be so sure?"

Tangerine smiles and nuzzles his nose against yours, kissing your lips sweetly. As much as he doesn't want you to worry about him like this, it's kind of endearing. He pulls away and pulls on your bottom lip, smiling. "Because there is nothing in this world that could keep me away from you. I won't let it happen."

His words warm your chest and you smile, leaning into his touch as you kiss him. His hands cup your face as you climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. Your hands find his hair as you kiss him, tasting him as if you're starved of him.

"Promise?"

Tangerine nods between kisses. "I promise, angel."

You continue to kiss him, occasionally rocking your hips into his as he groans softly into your lips. It's sensual and soft and you're both exhausted. Tangerine runs his hands up your back, holding you. "I love you," he says, sucking love bites onto your neck.

You hum and say, "I love you," back as you kiss him again and dip down to give him your own set of marks. He groans, happiness filling him as he reaches back for the lamp and manages to turn it off again, plunging you both in darkness again.

"Mine," he whispers against your hair and you nod.

"Yours."

* ~ *

my dear reader, this was such a fun mini-series and i am incredibly proud of the writing in this. i really hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it and sharing it with you all! xo

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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Cater Diamond: Woke Up Lookin’ Like This

The way that goofy diamond mascot follows Cater into his various outfits 💀

dbsjgejeje Can’t believe he’s being an beauty guru/influencer showing off makeup products and shooting a GRWM vid in his groovy… OTL

Rise and Shine!

Looking like you have it together is far different than actually having it together.

Some days—like today—Cater had trouble getting himself out of bed. He always did in the end, but with great effort, like lugging a sack of potatoes to the washroom. A splash of ice-cold water often did the trick, rousing him awake and adding a faint flush or pink to his face.

But color is a flaw. Imperfect. No pure diamond has splotches of another color tainting it.

He’d paint over his half-dead canvas with cleanser, toner, serum, and moisturizer. Skincare was less routine and more ritual for him. A special magic charm, complete with an incantation muttered to himself.

Smile already. You’re never fully dressed without it.

By the time he patted himself dry, his face managed to settle into its usual arrangement. The upward curve of his lips, a friendly sparkle set in his eyes, tangerine waves pushed back by a headband to show off the mask he wore. This was “himself”—the thinnest sliver of Cater he showed the world.

He plopped down on at the foot his bed. His phone was mounted on a tripod, and just out of camerashot were various pieces of equipment. Extra lights, reflectors—tricks to flatter him. To distract, deceive. Even the placement of the plushies on his bed had been arranged for maximum visual appeal in the eye of the camera.

Aaand… action.

The recording started.

Cater flashed a huge grin and waved to his phone. “Gooood morning, Magicam fam! How’re you doing today?”

His spectators were, of course, no one. Not now, at least. He’d have to edit this footage later, tweak and fine tune it to achieve perfection before releasing it to the public. Then he would lap up that sweet, addictive validation.

And so he donned that mask once more, playing to his imaginary audience.

“Hahah, you guys are so silly.” He playfully tossed a few of his locks. “Did you think Cay-kun woke up like this? It takes effort to look this good!”

Cater winked, pointing at his imagined audience members. “You can do it too! I’ll walk you through my base makeup routine 🎵”

He held up a slim grey tube, his palm acting as its backstop to keep the camera focused on it. Other products were neatly lined up before him like a procession of card soldiers.

“Lately, I’ve been really gravitating to this beand new UV primer! Have you heard of it? It literally just came out this month. I got my hands on it as soon as I could and I’ve been wearing it every day since!”

Cater rattled off the benefits and uses of the primer: UV protection, dewy—not greasy (this difference was important) finish, great coverage, evening skin tone. “You can put powder on top or dab it on with a tissue over a full face of makeup and it still looks good! This is sure to go viral ⭐️”

He was in the middle of a demonstration when the knocking came. Cater startled, smearing a blob of product across one cheek.

“Aaah, shoot…!”

He scrambled for his phone, cutting off the recording. Then Cater shot up, rushing to his door while rubbing the primer into his skin.

"Coming...! Wait just a sec!" he called.

An aside, to consult his reflection in the mirror and ensure that every last bit of product had been pressed in. His skin was left supple and glowing, giving the impression of a guy that hadn't spent the last hour before drifting off doomscrolling and commenting on shallow posts. A guy that had it all together.

Cater slicked back a stray strand of hair and braced himself for his next act. The door swung open, revealing you and your school bag.

“Mornin’~! You’re up bright and early!” he chirped, casually leaning against the doorframe. “Wasn’t expecting you to be over so soon.”

“Oh—well, I wanted to see if I could catch you without your full face on.” You squinted at him. “Wow, did you really wake up looking like this?"

Cater gave a laugh that was light and effortless. "What do you think?" he asked teasingly. An expert dodging of the question--not the truth, but not quite a lie either.

You bit your lower lip, considering it. "Come on. Nobody's that perfect. Even Vil-senpai has to work hard to be the way he is."

You took a step toward him, and he backed up. One foot rested on that line dividing his room from the rest of Heartslabyul. You teetered there, as if on a tightrope. One more step, and you'd breach into his territory--his room, his most intimate place.

"... What's your secret?"

My secret?

He had many. Too many. They writhed like worms inside of him, those ugly pieces that shrank from the sunshine.

Cater turned away, plucking up another tube of product. He squeezed a dollop onto his index finger. "What's the fun in giving it away? I think..."

His arm shot out, poking you in the chin.

"... It's more fun to give chase! If you spot a white rabbit hopping around, you'd be curious about where it's going, right?"

Your reached for where he had marked you. Your fingers came away moist with a thick cream. With a sigh, you rubbed at it, the cream vanishing into your skin.

"You're impossible."

Cater smiled--perhaps for the first real time since he had woken up. "That's one impossibility! Come up with five more before breakfast and maybe I'll be nice enough to give you a hint~"

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Cater Diamond #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #Cater Diamond x Reader #Reader #self insert #jp spoilers #something no one asked for #Cater birthday takeover #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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virgolixx · 10 months ago

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Head cannon:

:what these one piece men do/react to you being mad at them:

Sanji, Zoro, luffy, Ace,

Theme: Fluff💕

⚠️Warnings: clingy sad boys, overall happy ending

(Authors note: Hello to those who have left requests I apologize that I am taking so long to get them out, I lowkey abandoned this account for some time, hopefully I can get those request out soon as I can, for now enjoy this head canon.)

(Also sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes)

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Sanji

Reason to why you’re mad:Sanji was giving women heart-eyes that were only now looking at him due to the straw hats saving the islanders danger.

You’ve been ignoring Sanji the entire day this man is literally devastated/crying and sweating.

Once knowing why you are mad this man is begging on his knees for you to forgive him

Sanji would cook you your favorite meals and snacks in hopes it would be a nudge to get you to speak with him again and let him give you all his love, but being salty and still mad you would scream for luffy and give him the meal Sanji made. Sanji would be on his knees in tears and then trying to fight luffy.

Once night hit, Sanji gave an entire speech to you as to how sorry he was while you were getting ready for bed, until you told him “don’t wait for me I’m sleeping at Robins and Nami’s room tonight”. You were enjoying a girls night sleep over, while Sanji was tossing and turning in bed hugging your scented pillow, until he just couldn’t bare it anymore and stormed over to the girls room.

Barging into the room Sanji throws him self to the floor crying as how he misses you with him, and that he only wants you and those other women where nobody’s to him. The room was silent for a minute until Sanji heard footsteps coming closer and feeling someone pulling him up.

You wave good night to the girls and lead Sanji to your shared room, quiet. Once in the room you hug Sanji and finally let him know your emotions, “Please Sanji only me…no flirting with other women”.

Sanji lefts your chin and gives you a sweet loving kiss and tells you, “I promise my love, you are in my future I want”.

Picking you up bride style he walks you both over to the bed and lays you down in a position where you are slightly on top of him and cuddled you till falling asleep.

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Zoro

Reason to why you’re mad: You and Zoro had an argument about how clingy you were at times, he was always with you why couldn’t he just have workout time as his alone time. While you just wanted to support him in his hard work to reaching his goal, to bring him snacks and water to stay hydrated.

It’s be 3 days since the fight, and you’ve distanced yourself from Zoro, no more morning or good night kisses, you haven’t snuggled up against him let alone joined him with afternoon naps, and of course you haven’t joined zoro as his personal cheerleader during his workout sessions.

Zoro is feeling grumpy and misses you desperately but with his tough macho ego he did not budge till the third day when he awoke from his daily nap under the tangerine tree, he didn’t feel the the warm weight of you on his lap where you usually are. Instead he hears your voice coming from the kitchen chatting away with Sanji.

Standing up Zoro goes over to you in the kitchen and looks at you from the door gram with his arms crossed, feeling his heart twist with how pretty your smile looked he walked over to you and picked you up and placed you over his shoulder.

Walking away Zoro heard Sanji yell, “Hey Moss head We were talking, and you don’t pick up a lady like that”! “Yeah, yeah what ever shitty cook”, zoro spoke.

Back under the tree Zoro sits down as he places you on his lap you facing him, one hand on your hip while the other grabs hold of you hand playing with your fingers. Absently looking to the side.

“Zoro”, you speak out as you place a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you, “you okay”?

“3 days”, he spoke. “What”, you ask confused? “You haven’t been joining me these past 3 days…..and”, sighing deeply. “I don’t like it at all”.

“I was just trying to give you your space zoro”, you spoke softly with slight hurt as you were still sad from the argument. Pulling you in zoro hugged you semi tightly with his face in the crook of your neck taking in your scent. “Don’t, not to this extent anymore, I miss you…..miss the kisses, our naps, and my personal cheerleader”.

Pushing zoro’s shoulder slighty back, you kiss his cheeks and then on the lips, “what do you say should we take a nap”, you say. Smiling softly Zoro approves and positions you into a more comfy position. “Yeah, I’ll finally have a good nap with you here”, zoro spoke as he dozed off.

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Luffy

Reason to why you’re mad: You argued at how reckless he is, and always getting seriously injured, and he’s always just brushes it off with a laugh.

Luffy got badly injured during his last fight and was out cold for 2 days, of course you were by his side, and of course luffy laughs off the situation.

I know for a fact this boy would never know why exactly your mad of, until either Sanji or robin tell him.

He gets serious and understands the situation, he gets it you’re just afraid one day you could lose him to an extremely powerful foe.

Luffy is following you around the thousand sunny trying to get you to talk to him he’s even offering you a plate of meat his favorite food, but nothing you continue to do your duties on the ship.

Sulking and pouting he sits on the deck cross-legged, till he sees you walk out and finally enjoy your break, Luffy yells your name and uses his gum-gum powers to pull you to him and settle you on his lap.

His arms completely wrapped around your torso you have no chance of escape, as he finally told you, “you know you’ll never lose me right, I’ll continue to get stronger to keep you save”.

Finally relaxing in his hold you look at him with tears in your eyes and a smile, “Just don’t scare me like that anymore, I can’t stand seeing you hurt”.

Laughing brightly as you kiss luffy all over his face he hugs you tightly and softly says, “I won’t ever my queen, I promise”. Luffy then kisses your temple and finally on your lips.

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Ace

Reason to why you’re mad: Ace was gone for a month longer than expected on a separate mission White beard sent him on, that’s 2 whole months and when he came back boy was still so busy with errands around the ship. Feeling a bit sad/salty you leave the grand dinner party for ace’s return early.

Once returning to the Moby dick ace spread his arms open wide for you as you ran to him for a big embrace. Once engulfing you in a hug ace spins around laughing as you giggle and cover his face with kisses. Once putting you down you tell ace, “you’re finally back I’ve missed you so much”. “Ive missed you so much as well my love”, ace told you as he cupped your face leaning down for a kiss.

Sighing you tell ace to not leave your side anymore and wanting to spend the afternoon cuddling and later get some food, sighing deeply ace tells you, “I wish I could love but I still have to talk with pops and complete some errands on the ship”. “No can’t you do them tomorrow please ace”, you told him softly.

Once again ace tells you, “Sorry love I can’t but in a few hours I’ll be yours alright”. Ace then kisses you and walks away to talk with pops.

Throughout the entire afternoon you watched with longing as ace was talking with other crew members and completing his work until it was finally dinner time. You sat beside ace with your plate of food trying to talk with him but kept getting interrupted with the others talking with ace.

After a while you grew tired and a tad bit petty how ace still didn’t chat with you and only with the other members, you decided to leave and go to your and ace’s room. Not even 10 minutes later ace tried to place his hand on where your thigh should be but just felt the hard bench. Looking over he fully noticed you were gone but your plate still practically full.

“Excuse me” Ace spoke as he stood up with his and your plate, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”. Reaching your shared room ace switched on the lights of the room and places the plates of food on the desk, walking over to you ace plops him self over you self grumbling a sorry and that he was now finally yours for the rest of the night n has brought your plate.

As you looked over at ace still a bit mad you quickly get soft as ace is giving you puppy dog eyes and pursing his lips for kisses, with a sigh you cup ace’s face and kiss him.

After the kisses ace gets up and walks over to the plates of food, he hands you your plate and sits beside you. You both continue eating and chatting away to soon cuddling the night away.

#Spotify #one piece x reader #ace x reader #one piece #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #vinsmoke sanji #portgas d ace #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy

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theshinazugawaslut · 5 months ago

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𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝒀 #𝟐 — 💀🎃 "𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 & 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉" 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 / 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙

tw/cw: dubious consent, mentions of attempting suicide

Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go.

It's the first thing you had learned as a young bumbling girl, back when you'd clutch onto your mother's cold hand tightly and ask in a high, squealing voice about the woods you had found out were strictly forbidden.

"Don't go in there," your mother had said in a hushed tone, "there are awful people in there; ones who will offer you ruby-red apples with the magick of eternity's youth, but you mustn't ever take them, my baby, and if you even manage to get away from the faeries and witches and wolves, then you will reach the ocean infested with all sorts of monsters. You don't wish to be eaten by a half-bird half-fish now, would you?"

So you'd always been wary of the forest, as a little girl to a lady, living a respectful life at the village.

You spent days embroidering satin gowns with arcipluvian birds and cutting sweetheart necklines with a healer's steady hand and stitching diamond-encrusted bodices into tulle skirts; all the uninteresting things that come with being a dressmaker's daughter.

Though tonight, you'd long abandoned the box of jewels and the slim needle that had become a tender muscle in your mind, left them by the melting candle on your bedside.

Your shoulders donned a blood-red cloak made of velvet, your gown glittering under the night sky; you'd stitched it yourself from the spare fabric of a rich woman who often visited your family's little shop in the village. It was a lovely thing and it was your most prized possession: the bodice was nice and fitted, ivory in colour with rose and aureate embellishments, low and tight so that the clear spheres of your breast were nipped with cold; you'd made your skirts wonderfully layered also — a swelling blood red silk underskirt covered with a sheer, glittering gold fabric, with two overskirts in damask patterns, sable and cream and sun-spun.

When you had sewn it, you'd left it hanging in your sparse wardrobe in hopes to wear it on your wedding day.

Now, all that was left was to wear it tonight and walk straight into death; the tangerine glow of the lantern held up in your dainty fingers, lighting the path to the angel of death.

You had never thought your mother would arrange your marriage to the worst man in the village. Your beauty was sought by every boy and man of the village, and you'd hoped your mother would match you to the sweet butcher's boy across the street.

Keigo, his name is; a boy with hair spun off golden sunflowers and eyes that glitter like topaz under moonshine, sharp as a hawk. He gave you candied cherries once, the tart fruit dipped in hardened sugar water, and he'd smiled so shyly after.

Instead, your mother betrothed you to Touya, the eldest son of the village chief. You had wanted to cry as the man's intense, electric-blue eyes blazed flames into your skin as your mother and his father discussed the engagement.

Everyone knew of Touya, the enigmatic eldest son covered in gnarly, mulberry scars and strange silver rings and snow-white hair, rumours circled like wisps of smoke that he had been set alight with fire by a witch as a young boy. Worse, rumours said that the young man dabbled in dark magic.

You wouldn't marry a man like that, which is why you'll die.

In the forest.

(Don't go.)

Your lantern only illuminates the trees in front of you, just a few steps away into certain death. Webs shimmer like meshed steel in front of you as you take a ginger step inside, the slow crunch of a leaf below your boots is the only indicator something exists inside.

Almost immediately inside the forest, something shifts.

You can't tell what it is but it's there.

Red.

Your eyes become deer-like, large and frightened, and you turn around, wanting to head back but you find that the path back... isn't there, just endless forbidden forest.

That can't be.

Something gets stuck in your throat from panic, like a globe of cloth that makes your throat dry.

You keep walking, your legs a lot heavier now, something akin to logs.

The world around you seems to shift, a sepulchre silence heavier than the cloak on your shoulders. The trees held the macabre stench of blood, speckles of fungied moss glistening like wet witch dust on its mottled bark; the branches twist toward the sky like dark, skeletal fingers, reaching for the stars that winked down from a velvet expanse.

The moon is hideous tonight.

A whispering breath, no, a breeze, shifts through the lines of the forest and your body. It sounds old, perhaps a little sad. It beckons you.

In the back of your head, you can hear the sound of children singing.

Ring-a, ring-a rosies-

There's a beat of a drum, somewhere deep in the darkness where your lantern's weak light can't reach. A drum, a drum- A beating heart.

a pocket full of-

Enchantment twists and coils around you like a serpent, why are your eyes so-?

posies!

The phantasmal gas becomes the damp breath of the forest.

Shadows dance at the corners of your vision.

Your senses begin to reel, ethereal and monstrous and real suddenly not all the same.

A tissue! A tissue!

Flickering shapes form and die behind the trees; those shapes try to reach hands towards you, scintillating and fading.

The sound of a child wailing echoes throughout the forest, haunting the glades, and pouring into some desolate space elsewhere.

When did you start crying? Why are you running?

Someone is trying to hush you, the sound a hollow echoing, more like the ballad of a crumbling cathedral, like fingers of shadow snuffing out the lights.

Why did you go?

Don't go.

We all-

Arthritic brambles catch on your dress for a moment, gnarled with age, snapping like bones as your boots slap through the sounds of the night.

Something spidery slips into your mind, nails sinking deep into the goo of your brain. The distorted image of your parents flashes before your eyes, the grotesque form of the sun-haired boy, the sweetness of electric-blue eyes.

Time loses meaning; minutes stretch into hours as you drift between consciousness and the realm of the lost. In this state, the boundaries of your existence waver like the edges of a dream, fraying like the gossamer threads in your gown.

Fall-

The night sky above transforms into a kaleidescope, the stars becoming blurs of light, something sinister flashing in front of your pupils instead.

In that one moment, you live hundreds of lifetimes, the beat of the drum getting louder, the singing even more so. You see it all: flowery childhoods and fantasies of a lover and children with his blue eyes and your tears at his funeral-

Down!

All you can do is shriek as you fall, dress dirtying.

It's silent again.

You look up and you freeze.

A deep pool of glittering, gemstone-blue expanding here, a stream behind it, most likely leading to the seas. It's stunning; glimmering like star gleam, burbling and thrumming like a child blowing bubbles into a cup. It lights up the rest of the forest around you, ripples reflecting across tree bark.

You reach out a hand just to touch, fingertips trembling just about to touch the surface.

A hand encloses around your wrist.

You don't have it in you to shriek a second time as blood-curdling eyes meet yours.

His eyes are red. Vivid, vibrant, violent.

He's simmering with cruel intent, volcanic and about erupt, but he's strangely calm, something hypnotic in his gaze and bluish hair falling in front of his ashy face.

The hand around your wrist is gentle. Thick, long fingers, and a broad, heavy palm; made to destroy, you don't doubt his touch is decaying.

He's half-submerged in water, the upper half of his body all sinewy muscle and the lower half... beneath the blue water, you think you see black swishing around; pulsating like a jellyfish.

"...A human," he murmurs with a heavy tongue, and you can see the gills flare . "So pretty."

Then everything about him changes, that eerie calmness you had caught before disappears as he smiles at the way your mind screams, your eyes bloodshot and terrified.

There;s something rotten in the way he quirks his lips up.

His teeth have the same glint as blood-drenched bones, like flesh ripped out of a body, like hot red swallowing you whole.

"Why are you here, little girl?" he asks, hissing through calcite.

The hand around your delicate wrist tightens.

Run.

Don't.

"I- I- I-" you stammer uselessly. "I- No, I-"

"Shh, 's okay." His other clawed hand comes to touch the plump of your cheek, talons gently tracing soothing patterns. "You don't have to... say a word."

His voice is sultry, soft... It's almost mesmerising.

The fingers on your wrist dance to the back of your hand as he traces the veins there, as if he wants to rip them out and sew himself a tail from them.

He entwines your hands together tenderly.

"Such hardworking hands," he coos, eyes taking in the sight of all the pricks from needling away at dresses. "You need to unwind." His eyes flicker to yours and he gives a half-smile half-smirk, almost genuine. "I can help with that."

His grin is lopsided, those red eyes glimmer, the incandescence of them illusory. "You want to...?"

Your vision becomes hazy, blurring like it did earlier, only this time it's much more relaxing. Like sleep spindles wrapping around your sore joints.

"You missed me, right? You came here all the way to see me, 'm honoured," he murmurs, mouth against your knuckles before pulling back just a little. Another flow. "You came here to see me, right?"

You can't remember now.

Why... did you...?

Why do you feel so disoriented?

"You're the sweetest, you know." The large, gentle hand on your cheek moves to the back of your head, sinking into your hair and bringing you closer to his mouth. You try and shake your head to fight away the warm haze. It's useless. "I've been feeling hungr- Lonely, for so long."

Both his hands cup your jaw now, thumbs caressing the lines he can find on you.

"You're lonely too, right...?" he murmurs and you find yourself nodding along, the gills on his neck flare. "It'd be nice if... you'd join me, here, in the waters." His voice is a whisper now, his mouth inching closer. "I bet you'd like it. My voice is prettier below as well, do you want to hear?"

You blink, frazzled.

The fingers on your face dig in a little harder.

"It'd be nice, you know, listening to beautiful songs with me," he says, "I just adore singing, especially at deaths, it's why everyone calls me Shigaraki. I bet you have a beautiful name, too."

But you don't say it, all you can hear is his name on repeat, like sea froth and foam on the red tip of your tongue.

"Beautiful girls like you deserve pleasure, you know...?" he whispers. "Do you want to...?"

You don't know why you nod.

But he kisses you. It's cold and his teeth gnash against yours, something in it is desperate as his claws make quick work of ruining your beloved dress.

Whatever he does, it keep the oxygen in your lung as he hauls you into the glowing pool that has become duller below it.

He's gorgeous in the water, in all his tentacled glory, and his eyes are burning red to keep the magick of remaining docile on you.

His lower half is the most bizarre thing you'd ever seen: blacker than squid ink at midnight, obsidian veins creeping up on abdomen and then his lower half splitting into eight meaty tentacles.

He grabs you by the throat this time, kissing you with his forked tongue, fangs nipping into the fat of your gasping bottom lip, the other hand holding your head.

You're entirely nude; soft legs floating in the water, virgin cunt exposed, the plump of your ass glimmering. He pulls back, grinning like a warping shadow as his hands touch your swollen breasts.

It all happens at once.

A slimy tentacle wraps around your leg, the other twinning the action, suckling onto your shins and knees and thighs, and he spreads you apart like a starfish, uncaring for how your hips almost shatter from the pressure.

Another tentacles winds itself like a gutless animal around your stomach and squeezes tight enough that all you'd eaten comes gurgling out in a cloud of yellow. The tentacle is large enough to sheathe around your tits, the suckers across the tentacles are like reverberating mouths on your nipples. Within seconds, your nipples are raw and bitten, expanding to twice their size obsenely.

Shigaraki grins as you let out a strangled moan before he shoves a bulky tentacle in your mouth causing your eyes to almost pop out your skull as it goes down into your thoat so that it almost explodes from expanding to fit the thing.

It's gorgeous how sweetly you let him thrust the throbbing tentacle in and out, even sweeter how you scream around it as he doubles down on your sugary pussy and ass.

It hurts so much you can't even feel it inside your stomach, the tentacle on your breasts moving up to squeeze at your throat.

Your stomach convulses from the gruesome size of him, hammering into your womb like a savage barbarian in a brothel. You catch sight of the merman through your tears; his eyes have rolled to the back of his head, mouth hanging open in a vulgar moan, and he was right, he does sound prettier under water.

Your blood is clear in the water as he fucks you, tentacles and sucker clamping and sucking and thrusting on the inside and out.

You're going to die like this, with this monster making you the prettiest human cumdump-

The flames of dark magic suddenly bleed into the waters, severing the tentacles of your captor, the spell breaking and you screech, watching as the monster flails about, blood gushing and staining the pool red as the cut tentacles float.

All you feel is unfamiliar hands holding onto you and swimming out of the waters.

The last thing you remember seeing is electric-blue eyes.

#shigaraki #tomura #tenko #shimura #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki tomura #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #x reader #mha ff #fanfiction #oneshot #kinktober 2024 #day 2

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dr-solomon · 10 months ago

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— txt masterlist.

🔞 [MDNI]

SOOBIN;

× link + thoughts

YEONJUN;

↪ 429; Daniel only call you when it's half past five, he has a collection of your lipsticks, every day you spend together is like your last day, one of you needs to stop your relationship, and it's the day he tries it.

↪ wet dream; you see your best friend in your wet dream and he wakes you up in your moaning.

↪ oranges; jun's dirty live.

↪ "you were dreaming about me?"

↪ blow

↪ silicon diamonds

↪ bad boys (w/beomgyu)

↪ hey, prada (w/kai)

TAEHYUN;

↪ you're here for getting wet?; your boyfriend accepts your sweet request and brings you to the gym, but something doesn't go your way. [requested]

↪ tangerines; tyun's dirty live.

↪ my girl; "you can't get out of my car until you feel better."

↪ taehyun plays with you

& txt's reaction to you crying during sex

©dr-solomon 2024

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applepiealopecoid · 1 day ago

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colors in writing

black — black, shadow, jet black, ebony, crow, charcoal, coal, oil, raven, ink, onyx, soot, pitch black, obsidian, midnight

brown — brown, mocha, peanut, coffee, dirt, cedar, cinnamon, chocolate, brunette, pecan, wood, fudge, grizzly bear

red — red, blood, wine, cherry, apple, brick, crimson, ruby, scarlet, strawberry, maroon, rose

orange — orange, tangerine, fire, tiger, carrot, apricot, marmalade, citrus, pumpkin, basketball orange, ginger, deep saffron

yellow — yellow, blonde, blond, pineapple, butter, lemon, mustard, banana, corn, honey, gold

green — green, sage, lime, chartreuse, grass, fern, leaf or leafy, basil, pear, clover, green apple,

blue — blue, cobalt, sky, lapis, blueberry, azure, diamond, navy, royal blue, denim, cornflower blue, lobelia blue, river, ocean, lake, pool blue, sonic

indigo —indigo, deep indigo, royal indigo,

purple — amethyst, lilac, periwinkle, orchid, grape, hyacinth

violet — violet, french violet, pure violet

pink — pink, rose, salmon, fuschia, hot pink, bubblegum pink, cotton candy pink

white — white, feather, paper, bone, snow, pearl, eggshell, cloud, dove

#writing #writeblr #writer #writers and poets #creative writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing tools #writing advice #colors #colorful #vibrant #bright #inspiration #colours

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rastronomicals · 22 days ago

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4:58 PM EST February 23, 2025:

Tangerine Dream - "Diamond Diary (12 Inch Single)" From the Soundtrack album Thief Special Edition (March 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

After which, I get off the boat.

#Tangerine Dream #Thief Special Edition #Diamond Diary (12 Inch Single)

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tangerinescumslvt · 14 days ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

ENVISAGE: TANGERINE X READER

WARNINGS: slight smut (?), angst if you squint hard enough

A/N: lemon seems like the type to wear a fanny pack. i was out shopping today, and i felt lonely and sad so i came up with this.

6.9K (apologies)

Walking around an outlet with your arm around Tangerine's bicep was something you've been wishing for since the day he left for work. Which was 3 days ago, but he came back yesterday, had a day off and now you were strolling around the mall. A woman mumbled something, sprayed a tester fragnance on a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"Thank you" You smiled at her as you walked by them. You brought it up to your nose and smelled it, it smelled amazing. You brought it up to Tangerine's nose and he breathed it in and nodded.

"You want it?" He asked looking down at you, you glare at him and shook your head. You passed the paper over your shoulder.

"Oooh it smells great, I'm gonna save it for my girl" Lemon smiled and put it in his little fanny pack.

"Why didn't you bring her along?" You asked as you guys entered a store.

"She has a stupid work thing" Lemon grumbled.

"Oh I know how that feels" You sighed glacing at Tangerine and he rolled his eyes playfully. You looked into a glass case and looked at the rings then looked back at the ring on your left hand. Nothing could beat the huge piece of diamond on the thing. Tangerine followed your vision into the glass case and tried to find the ring you were looking at. You grabbed his bicep and dragged him to the escalator that led to the mens section.

"Time to get you a new suit" You smiled up at him, he looked down at you and furrowed his brows.

"What for?" He asked.

"You absolutely totaled your blue one on your last trip" You shook your head in disbelief.

"Is that really the reason why we're getting me a new suit?" He smirked slightly as you reached the top and hopped off the escalator. You pursed your lips and looked around the store.

"You looked hot in that suit" You shrugged and avoided his gaze.

"Is that so?" He teased as he tried to make you look at him, he grabbed your chin softly and lifted it to look you in the eye. You tried to hide your smile.

"We'll go to Victoria's Secret after this and you can customise me like a Build-a-Bear" You smiled sneakily, his smirked dropped for a second at the thought and came back into a much more mischievous one.

"Deal" He said as he placed his lips on yours, you smiled into the kiss.

"GOD T-M-I GUYS!" Lemon groaned as he started walking -more stomping- the other way towards the luggage section.

"Why is he even with us" Tangerine complained as he watched his brother walk away, he snapped his head back to you when he felt a small slap to his chest.

"Don't say that" You glared at him and grabbed his hand and walked further into the fitting room where there was a tailor waiting for customers.

He fixed the cuff links and stared at himself in the mirror as the tailor was fixing the suit from his back. You swung your legs as you eyed him up and down.

"I feel very objectified" Tangerine said looking away from the mirror and at you once the tailor walked away and gave him the clear.

"I was going for that" You smiled at him and got up from your seat and walked towards him, he rolled his eyes and shook his head and his gaze went back to the mirror. You looked at the mirror and saw the both of you. You put a hand on his chest and smooth out his under shirt.

"You look good" You smiled and went on your toes and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arm around your waist. He turned his head and looked at you, he placed his lips on yours. You pulled away, to which he frowned at.

"We should go find Lemon and get mac n' cheese" You smiled at him innocently. He chuckled.

"Anything for you" he smiled and kissed your forehead.

You were smiling at the baby at the table beside you, making a mess of herself as she ate. The thump of a plate hitting the table broke you out of your trance. You smiled at Tangerine as he took his seat beside you and opposite of Lemon who was taking a picture of his food, probably sending it to his girl.

"What were you looking at?" He asked as he wiped his utensiles with a napkin. The man was usually covered in sweat and blood, somehow feels the need to wipe down a utensil that was most definitely washed. You nodded to the baby you were looking at, a faint smile on your lips.

"Dirty little thing isn't it?" He asked as he watched the baby make a mess of herself.

"Messes will always go away" You tusked, still smiling at the baby. He glanced at you and then the baby and hummed and started eating. You turned back and started eating as well.

"What'd you get?" You asked Lemon glancing at the huge bag next to him.

"I got this briefcase for our next job" He explained as he wiped off something from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Sorry, next job?" You asked, slightly raising your voice. Lemon looked up confused and looked at Tangerine who was glaring at him and shaking his head. Lemon made an 'o' shape with his mouth but nothing came out. He glanced at Tangerine, at you, back at Tangerine then back at you then suddenly threw his fork onto the floor.

"Oh look at that, it's dirty now, I better get another one" He laughed nervously and scurried off his seat and walked to the counter, making small talk with the waiter hopefully to buy some time.

"You just got back" You said and turned in your seat to face him.

"I- I know, it's just that they're offering a shit tonne of money, and we... could use it" Tangerine shrugged as if that excuse made sense.

"Oh fuck that, you've got enough money to get your great grandchildren through college" You groaned and glared at him.

"We, you know I hate it when you refer to our money as my money" He said softly.

"Ohh trust me, I know, that's why I said it" You hissed at him.

"Love I'm sorry, Lem just came up to me and told me abo-" He tried to explain

"Tan you just got back, you always do this! Maybe this time don't bother coming back" You whisper yelled at him and got up and picked your bag up.

"Love..." Tangerine sighed as he tried to grab your elbow, but you shoved his hand away.

"I'm going to Victoria's Secret and you're not coming" You said glaring at him and walking away. Tan let out a big sigh and rubbed his face in his hands.

"Tough crowd eh?" Lemon sighed as he sat back down. Tangerine removed his hands from his face and glared at him.

"How was I supposed to know you didn't tell her?" Lemon glared at him and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

You were looking at a lace robe when you felt a soft hand on your back. You were gonna turn around and smack the guy but a whiff of an all too familiar cologne flies by your nose and you relax. You purse your lips as you felt him hug you from the back and put his head on your shoulder, looking at your side profile. You didn't acknowledge him.

"You'd look hot in that" Tangerine stated and softly kissed your neck. You didn't answer and slowly walked to the perfume aisle, Tangerine following behind you with his arms around your waist. You grab a tester and spray it onto a piece of paper and bring it up to your nose to smell it. This time you go to throw it away instead of giving it to Tangerine to smell. He softly grabs your hand before you throw it and brings it up to his nose and sniffs it, then lets go of your hand to throw it away.

"You didn't eat" He said as you started walking to the bra section, looking at the new arrivals. Again, no answer. He nuzzled his face into your neck and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled into your neck. Your lips curved up slightly into a small smirk, barely noticeable. He was always too proud to apologise.

"Hmm?" You hummed as you grabbed a display babydoll lingerie, black, just how he liked it. He sighed again and lifted his head only to see what you were holding. He paused slightly and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry" He said more clearly now, looking at the lingerie you were holding. You smiled as you felt him hug you closer. Feeling something in his pocket, and it was not his gun.

"What do you think of this?" You asked and turned your head to look at him, referring to the lingerie in your hand. He cleared his throat and subtly thrusts his hips into your back.

"It's nice" He answered simply. You hide a smirk.

"Hmm" You hummed and bent down to open the drawer to look for your size. You were bent so that your bum was in front of him. It would look like a cute innocent scene to others, but you both knew that cute and innocent went out the window when you walked into the store. You picked your size and stood up properly and he shoved his face into your neck. Trying to hide his flushed face.

"Where's Lem?" You asked, completely ignoring his apology and walked around the store to torture him more. He kept his front stuck to your back to save himself the embarrassment.

"His bird's meeting ended so he left to get her, she's coming here" He mumbled, trying not to groan as you stopped abruptly making his hard on push into your bum.

"At least someone misses their girl" You mumbled to yourself, but he obviously heard because he was close to you. He sighed soflt.y

"Baby of course I miss you when I'm away" He groaned and lifted his head from your neck to look at the side of your face. You walk to the counter seeing that the line was empty and put everything you wanted to buy on the counter and smiled at the lady behind the counter. Tangerine stopped talking so it wouldn't interupt your interaction with the lady.

"That's all for today?" She asked and smiled as she took the black lace set and looked for the price tag.

"Yes please" You smiled at her and pulled out your wallet from you bag but Tangerine grabbed your hand before you could. He let go of your waist for the first time since he started and went for his back pocket. The lady behind the counter watched the whole interaction, trying not to smile. You slaped Tan's hand off your hand and grabbed your wallet to take your card out.

"No stop it" Tangerine glared at you, hurrying to take his card out.

"Take this one" You gave your card to the lady with a smile, she catched the huge diamond ring on your finger and understood that you guys were married.

"No put that down, take this one" Tangerine said and snatched your card away from the lady and handed her his card. She let out an awkward chuckle and looked at you to see what you said. You groaned and snapped your head to your husband.

"God Tan, I'm angry at you, let me be angry!" You hissed and glared at him.

"Be angry at me by using my card!" He argued back, softly, he never raised his voice at you, which really contrasted with how he was at work.

"I- I just need one card for this to get paid" The lady smiled awkwardly. You turned back to her and smiled.

"I'm sorry love, use my card" You smiled at her and slid your card closer to her. She nodded and to grab it but before she could Tangerine snatched it and put it in his wallet.

"Now you've got to use mine the whole day" He turned to you and gave a look that screamed that he won. You rolled your eyes at him. The lady looked at you and you gave her a small nod telling her to use his card.

"I just won't buy anything for the rest of the day" You shrugged and smiled at the lady as she handed you your victoria's secret bag. She glanced at Tangerine's defeated face and tried not to laugh. He grabbed his credit card from her and his head went back to your neck, arms around your waist.

"I apologise for whatever this was" You smiled at her.

"No it's completely fine" She smiled back at you and you started walked out with Tangerine right behind you, his arms still around you, trying to calm his boner down.

"Where's Lem and his girl?" You asked as you took your phone out and checked the time.

"I think he said they were meeting at the entrance near the big christmas tree" He murmered into you neck. You nodded and put your phone back into your bag, and started walking towards the entrance, Tangerine following right behind you.

"I've got to use the loo" You said and stopped right in front of the doors that said restroom. You gave him your bag and went in. Tangerine stood there with your bag, he put it on his shoulder and leaned against a wall, picking at his cuticles. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. You didn't really have to use the loo, you just needed some space from him to see how you were going to handle the argument.

You splashed some water on your face and sighed into your hands. You stared at yourself in the mirror again and leaned closer to get rid of the little pieces of mascara that had falled out. You were wearing waterproof mascara but it still managed to come out. You thought back at Tangerine.

You had to be honest with yourself, you hated his job. You knew he was the good guy, but the fact that he was risking his life and one day he might not make it back home to you. That scared you. You couldn't imagine a life without him in it, you didn't even know how you functioned properly before you met him. He was your source of energy, you needed him to breathe. But you couldn't ask him to stop, he already did so much for you, and this job is all he's ever known, well and Lemon.

You sighed again and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off your hands. You make your way out.

"Ah you're back" Tangerine said, his ehad snapping up right away when he heard the door open, and eyes relaxing when he saw you. You smiled at him softly, it wasn't like you could be angry at him for too long. His eyes alone would make you forgive him even if he had just stabbed a knife into you, in fact you would turn the knife inside of you if that's what he wanted. He puts his elbow out for you and you wrapped your arm around his bicep. You walked around the store, to where Lemon said he would be.

"Hi!" You smiled at Lemon's girlfriend, rather new girlfriend. They started dating 3 weeks ago but Lemon didn't want her to meet you and Tangerine, he was scared you would scare her away. She turned to look at you as you greeted her. Lemon turned too and gave you and Tangerine a nervous smile.

"Ah, Veda, this is my brother, Tangerine, and this is my sister, Y/n" Lemon introduced, turning his nead to nod at Tangerine then at you. She looked at each of you and smiled.

"Guys, this is Veda" He turned to you and his brother and gave the both of you a stern look, but with a smile on his face.

"It's nice to meet you Veda" Tangerine smiled at her politely and nodded at her slightly.

"Hi Veda! I've been meaning to meet you for so long now" You let go of Tangerine bicep and went to her to hug her, she hugged back and let out a little chuckle.

"Let me guess, Lemon went against it?" She joked as you pulled away from the hug.

"Oh yeah, but trust me, all this man talks about is you and Thomas the Tank Engine" You joked as you rubbed her arm trying to get her to not think too much about it. She glanced at Lemon and he gave her a sheepish smile.

"So I've got competition now huh?" Veda joked as she looked back at you.

"Oh yeah, big time" You played along with her and pulled completely away from her and went back to Tangerine.

"You guys are brothers?" Veda asked and pointed between Tangerine and Lemon. Probably confused, she probably knew Lemon had a brother named Tangerine, but she probably didn't expect Tangerine.

"It's a complicated history" Tangerine said and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Your bag and the Victoria's Secret bag on his other arm. Veda made an understanding sound and nodded but then eyed Tangerine's arm around your waist.

"Aren't you guys siblings?" She asked suspiciously.

"No, God no!" You said, slightly laughing and shaking your head.

"But he said sister, and if Lem and Tangerine are brothers then..." She said trying to piece things together.

"Oh! I meant sister-in-law, they're married" Lemon quickly corrected himself.

"Ohhh" Veda said and noded. You showed her your left hand and the ring on your finger. her eyes widened and her lips turned upside down in amusement. She looked back up at you and nodded in amusement, aproving of the size of the diamond on the ring.

"I'm sorry, I was so confused" She laughed, trying to make it less awkward.

"Oh no it's fine, it's Lem's fault anyway" You shrugged it off. Tangerine smiled at her trying to assure her that he wasn't offended and Lemon scrunched his brows at you.

"Okay enough blaming, are you guys done shopping?" He said rolling his eyes and turning his head to you and Tangerine. You looked up at him and he looked at you.

"I'm done" Tangerine shrugged, you looked at Lemon and nodded.

"Aren't you guys gunna shop?" You asked, your eyes going between Veda and Lemon. Lemon looked at Veda and she shook her head.

"I'm tired after the suprise visit from a patient at work, I just want to take a nap" She shrugged.

"Okay, let's go home then" You said and looked at Tangerine. He opened your bag and searched for the car keys.

"Wait! I have to piss" Lemon said and left for the restroom. Tangerine rolled his eyes.

"Why does he always have to take a piss when we're all ready to go" Tangerine groaned softly.

"I honestly have to go too, sorry" Veda said awkwardly and hustled into the restroom.

"Match made in heaven I guess" You chuckled and watched her figure rush to the restroom. Tangerine chuckled and pulled you closer to him. You looked around the store while Tangerine pulled his phone out because he got a notification. You saw a store filled with baby clothes.

"Aww" You hummed and walked towards the store and looked at the tiny clothes on display. You picked one up and it was so tiny it made your heart want to burst into pieces. Tangerine sighed as he read over the email he had gotten, it was about the job he was going to go on. Apparently it postponed. He put his phone back into your bag and looked at your back, seeing you by the baby clothes. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and put his chin on your shoulder, looking at what you were looking through.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He jokingly asked and gave you a weird look. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.

"I wish" You joked and picked a shirt up. Tangerine's gaze turned from joking to serious.

"Look it's you" You said smiling, Tangerine turned his head to look at the onesie you were holding. It had a little orange on it.

"That's an orange, love" He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You tusked and rolled your eyes.

"Tomato, tomato" You rolled your eyes and put the onesie down. You picked another one up and laughed.

"Oh look this one actually has a tomato on it. Oh look at that, with a little face too" You laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Tangerine shook his head with a smile on his face as he watched you laugh. The sound of your laugh was better than any other sound he's ever heard. Your laugh was contagious, made him want to laugh too. He chuckled softly and took the onesie away from you and folded it and put it back on the rack. You calmed down and leaned into Tangerine.

"I want one" You whispered to him, slightly hoping he wouldn't hear you. He turned slightly to look at your face to see if you were joking or not, but your face was serious. You were staring at the little mannequin of the baby with a suit on.

"You guys are matching" You said and pointed at the mannequin. He turned his head to the mannequin. He let out a genuine laugh to see the little tie and the suit. You smacked his bicep softly.

"It's cute" You laughed as well.

"Alright I think that's enough, you're hungry and delirious" Tangerine laughed slightly and pulled you away from the store.

"Oh please, I'll be fine" You rolled your eyes but let him guide you away from the store, lowkey glad that he did because if you were there any longer you could've sworn your ovaries would have exploded.

"You're going home and you're eating" Tangerine said as he started making his way to the doors when he saw both Veda and Lemon make their way out of the restroom. You gasped all of the sudden.

"Where's my mac n' cheese?!" You said gasping, now very concerned about your lunch.

"It's in the car my love" Tangerine said bluntly and took his car keys out of your bag as you made your way closer to the car. You sighed and turned to Tangerine as you came to a stop.

"I love you" You said and looked at him in all seriousness.

"Weren't you angry at me a few minutes back?" He asked, teasing you and raised an eyebrow at you as he clicked on the button on his car keys to unlock the car. He opened the car door for you and helped you get in.

"Yeah you still haven't apologised" You rolled your eyes as you let him fasten your seatbelt for you. He gave you a side eye as he put the seatbelt into the buckle, he leaned back slightly to look at your face and gave you a look. You looked away to the drivers seat to avoid his gaze. He smiled softly and grabbed your chin to make you turn to him.

"I'm sorry" He said sincerely and looked deeply into your eyes. His eyes told you everything you needed to know. So blue and clear, every single emotion he felt, it never showed on his face but his eyes would always give it away. You pursed your lips and squinted ur eyes at him.

"What exactly are you sorry for?" You tilted your head slightly. He rolled his eyes but the small smile on his lips stayed.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the next job" He said, his hand now on your cheek and his eyes boring onto yours.

"I guess I forgive you" You shrugged. He chuckled slightly and shook his head ever so lightly.

"I love you" He said softly and put his lips onto yours. You didn't kiss him back, trying to fight the smile off your face.

"You know we're gunna stay like this until you kiss me ba-" He started but you cut him off by kissing him back. The smile on your face now very evident and unabashed. He smiled into the kiss. You pulled away when you heard the doors on the car open. His forehead was on yours and you look at him, his eyes were slightly closed.

"You better hurry up and drop them off" You whispered slightly, with a small smirk on yourself.

"Unless you don't want to see that lingerie on me" You shrugged, talking in a very low voice, making sure the couple in the back didn't hear you. They couldn't because they were talking about something as Lemon opened the door for Veda. His eyes snapped open and he traced his tongue along his cheek. He stood back up and shut the door and quickly got into the drivers seat.

"Will you two lovebirds hurry up" He said as he buckled his seat belt and turned the engine on. You leaned back into your seat and smiled to yourself.

"Calm your tits" Lemon hissed at him and closed the door for Veda and got to other side of the car and got in.

"Who's place first?" Tangerine asked and rotated in his seat slightly and put a hand behind your seat to look behind. You watched his movements and put your right leg on top of your left and squeezed them together slightly. Veda and Lemon looked at each other as if they were talking to each other telapathically.

"My place" Lemon anwered Tangerine.

"So our place?" Tangerine asked as he put the car in driving mode again and started driving out of the parking lot. We lived in the same building and your apartment was right above Lemon's.

"You guys live together?" Veda raised an eyebrow, looking between Tangerine and Lemon only because they were in her view and she was sat right behind you.

"No no, same apartment building" Lemon replied. Tangerine let out a small laugh and put a hand on your thigh as he drove with one hand.

"Wait you've been dating 3 weeks and he hasn't had you over yet?" You asked and you turned your head slightly to make conversation.

"We're taking it slow, unlike you guys, fucking on the first date" Lemon rolled his eyes. Veda's eyes widened and looked at you and Tangerine with an expression.

"We did not do that on the first date" You rolled your eyes back at him.

"Ehhh..." Tangerine made a sound that disagreed with you, you smacked his forearm that was holding onto your thigh.

"We did not." You hissed at him and then turned back to Veda and shook your head.

"We didn't, we just made out and this one went running to his only best friend to brag about it" You said and nodded towards Tangerine and rolled your eyes. Veda let out a laugh.

"I have other friends!" Tangerine glanced at you then quickly back to the road. This was all friendly fire, and you knew he didn't take any offence since his hand was still on your thigh, in fact it was sliding up to where it shouldn't be in public. You slapped his hand hard, but soft enough so that it doesn't make a sound. He slowly pulled away but kept his hand on your thigh.

"Yeah? Name one friend, who is not Lemon" You challenged him. He stopped the car at a red light and turned to look at you.

"You" He smiled cheekily. You smirk dropped and you gave him a blunt look.

"He's got a point" Lemon laughed, making Veda fall into a fit of giggles.

"I set you up for success" You glare at him and he just smiled at you.

"The light's green" Lemon said calming down from his laughter slightly, Tangerine turned back to the front and started driving again. Once the soft laughter died down, Veda spoke up.

"Tangerine, what do you do for a living?" She asked. You scrunched your brows and glanced at him, trying not to turn your head and make it obvious. He glanced at you too and looked at the rearview mirror to see Lemon's face. Lemon shook his head slightly, almost not noticeable.

"Um I'm in business" He answered simply, nodding his head slightly. You nodded your head as well to his answer.

"Oh so you and Lem are like partners?" She asked looking at Lemon and then back at Tangerine.

"Uh yea summat" Tangerine shrugged.

"That's cool, what about you Y/n?" She asked and turned her head.

"Oh I'm a software architect" You answered and leaned back into your seat.

"Oooh" Veda nodded and looked out the window.

"What do you do Veda?" You asked, wanting to continue the conversation as Tangerine pulled down the window to tap his card on the gate so he could get into the building.

"I'm a dentist" Veda said. You nodded your head but then put things together in your head.

"Wait Lem, so the stupid work thing you said she had, she was attending to a patient?" You asked turning in your seat.

"What?! I didn't say stupid work thing, I just said work thing" Lemon defended himself as Tangerine parked in the usual spot. Veda eyed him, and Lemon smiled sheepishly at her. Tangerine turned car off, got out of the car and walked over to the other side to open your door.

"Sorry, I mean to be fair, you spend your time looking at teeth" Lemon shrugged, Veda shook her head with a smile.

"It's interesting" She shrugged. You let out a laugh as Tangerine unbuckled your seatbelt for you and helped you of the car. Veda tried to open her door but Tangerine softly shut it back before she could open it fully, Lemon walked over and opened Veda's door for her and she gave the twins a weird look. Tangerine grabbed your bag for you and gave it to you.

"You guys go into the building, we'll bring the things in" Lemon said and went to the boot of the car and helped Tangerine get the things that was brought today. You walked up to Veda and wrapped your arm around her arm and guided her to the door that was linking the building to the parking lot.

"You look shocked, what's up?" You asked as you dug into your bag for your card to tap on the door to enter.

"They're so... they're such gentlemen" She said, as if she's never seen a man act the way they did before. You laughed at her expression and pushed the door open.

"Funny to be honest, their childhood was rough" You said smiling to yourself.

"We won the jackpot if you ask me" You shrugged and waited by the elevators for them, not clicking on the button so that you could click when they were here.

"Rough childhood you say?" She asked raising an eyebrow. You pursed your lips and tilted your head, contemplating if you should tell her. If she was going to be here for a while, she might as well know, but it was not your story to tell.

"Lem will tell you when he's ready, might be today, might be a few months from now, but I have no right to say anything" You answered, shrugging slightly. She nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"How long did it take Tangerine to tell you?" She asked and you saw both men walking to the door, they were talking about something as they made their way to the door.

"About a year, he is stoic as fuck" You laughed, she laughed as well.

"You got the more emotional twin, I got the cold one" You joked as you watched them enter the door, Veda turned her head and watched both of them.

"I love him to death" You smiled slightly, she turned her head slightly to look at you, only to see your eyes full of love as you watched your man walk towards you. You looked back to the elevator doors and pushed the button. Right before they walked into your earshot you pulled her closer to you.

"Hurt him and I will ruin you" You threatened her softly, but pulled away from her slowly and smiled at her sweetly. She looked at you kind of scared.

"He's my brother, and he's been hurt before" You said, justifying your need to threaten her. She nodded.

"Trust me, that's the last thing I would do" She reassured you and nodded slightly. You nodded and you eyed her. The elevator door opened and you walked in with her, Tangerine and Lemon rushed in as well. Tangerine had his new suit in a garment bag in his hands, the victorias secret bag and your mac n' cheese. Lemon had the suitcase he brought and a little packet that had something special in it. You pressed on the buttons with the numbers 7 and 8 on them.

"What were you guys talking about?" Lemon asked.

"Periods" Veda panicked and answered. Lemon gave her a weird look, Tangerine turned to look at you.

"What? She said what she said" You shrugged, Tangerine put his hands up in defense.

"We didn't say anything" He said defensively. You eyed him, you were so ready to jump him, he looked so delicious with his suit and his gelled back hair which had some curls sticking out. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened on the 7th floor. Lemon grabbed Veda's hand and guided her out of the elevator.

"Bye guys" Veda turned around and smiled at you and Tangerine, mostly at you. Tangerine gave her a soft smile and nodded his head. You smiled back at her.

"Bye love" You said and Lemon pulled her away to his apartment. The doors closed and you let out a sigh.

"What were you guys actually talking about?" Tangerine asked you as he looked at you up and down. He too couldn't wait to touch you. All he wanted to do was push you against the wall and make you feel good.

"Nothing you should worry about" You smiled up at him, you pulled him closer to you and went on your tip toes to kiss his lips. He kissed you back but pulled away.

"You're gunna make me drop everything" He rasped, his breath fanning your lips. You grabbed the Victoria's Secret packet and moved away from him and walked out the elevator, you times it perfectly with the elevator door opening and walked to your door and took your key out to unlock it as Tangerine made his way to you. You unlocked the door and opened it and made your way in. Tangerine followed suit and closed it shut quickly, he went up to the sofa to drop everything and placed the mac n' cheese on the coffee table. You bet down to unbuckle the straps on your boot heels, taking your time to tease him. He came up behind you, his front right on your butt, trying to release some type of tension.

"Love, please" He groaned slightly as he bucked his hips onto yours softly. You hummed and still took your time.

"For fucks sake" He sighed and held your hips and sat you down on the little stool beside the shoe rack, went down on his knees and unbuckled your shoes as quickly as he could for you, once he finally slid both boots off, he grabbed the Victoria's Secret packet and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and made his way to the bedroom. You laughed at his neediness. He threw you softly onto the bed and got on top of you, putting his lips onto yours.

"Mmm Tan" You mumbled, trying keep up with the peace of his lips. Your hands went to his hair, making his slicked back hair messy. You legs slowly wrapped around his hips, he bucked his hips slightly and you moaned into his mouth.

"Baby" You mumbled against his lips, you pulled away slightly, he tried to put his lips back on yours but you pulled back even more. He groaned softly.

"Whaaat" He panted, whining almost. You let out a small laugh.

"The lingerie?" You asked raising an eyebrow. He groaned, and thought about it, biting his lip. It looked like he was thinking hard as if his life depended on it. You rolled your eyes and rolled so now you were on top of him.

"I'll be quick" You smiled cheekily as him and got off, grabbed the bag and made your way to the restroom. He groaned and tried to grab onto you before you left but you were too quick. You quickly stripped and put on the lingerie. It was a simple black lace babydoll and a black thong. You quickly grabbed your perfume and sprayed yourself and some lotion to rub on your legs and arms. You opened the door again and saw Tangerine on the bed, deep in thought again.

"What? Are you regretting buying me this lingerie?" You teased as you walked to him, he snapped out of his thoughts and stared at you in awe. The buldge in his pants grew, he visibly swallowed.

"You're going to kill me one day" He groaned and softly palmed himself through his pants. You laughed at the state of him, his once slicked back and neat hair all over the place, his face flushed red, the top 4 buttons on his shirt already unbuttoned, and his suit already scattered somewhere. You slowly walked your way to the bed and straddled his lap, leaning forward and putting your lips onto his. He held onto your hips and kissed you back, much softly than before. He shifted slightly and rolled you so he was on top now. You wrapped your legs around his hips and you arms went around his neck, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, rubbing his tense muscles. You furrow your brows and pulled away from the kiss. He let out a loud frustrated sigh and put his forehead onto yours.

"Love if you keep edging me on I feel like I'm gunna die" He groaned and exaggerated. You rolled your eyes and the hand that was on his back slid down to his chest.

"What's wrong?" You asked him genuinely. He furrowed his brows and eyed you.

"What'd'you mea-?" He asked but you cut him off.

"Don't play it off like it's nothing. What's bothering you?" You asked and used your elbows to sit up slightly. Tangerine sighed and sat up slightly, still on top of you.

"I don't know" He said trying to do exactly what you told him not to do. You raised an eyebrow.

"It's just... were you serious about the whole baby thin' from before?" He asked you genuinely. It caught you off guard. You stammered.

"I- um, I mean yeah, we're married, we're very much stable financially, I like where we are relationship wise, unless you don't, do you think we're unstable?" You asked, suddenly overthinking. His eyes widened and he shook his head vicariously.

"No no, God no, I think we're great" He said quickly, trying to reassure you. You nodded slightly.

"Well then why not?" You shrugged, looking up at him with big eyes. He let out a breath neither you or he knew he was holding.

"Thank fuck" He sighed in relief.

"But if you're going to be away half the time, I don't want to" You said, suddenly remembering what he does for a living.

"I promise, it'll go down by a half" He reassured you again, you pursed your lips and glared at him but a small smile crept up onto your lips. You put yours lips back onto his and smiled, his lips turned upwards as well.

"I love you" You mumbled into the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss softly.

"I love you more, but we better get started" He said and started kissing your neck, making his way down your body to where you needed him most. You hands went back to his hair and you lifted your head to look at him.

"This is not how you make a baby" You laughed slightly, watching him trace over the lace on your thong. He grabbed the elastic part of it and snapped it against your skin making your jump slightly at the sharp contact.

"No, but it's a great way to start" He smirked and bit down on the elastic pulling it down with his teeth.

fin.

a/n: i may have gotten a little carried away...

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