#peeling oranges for you

[nightraiderreblogs]

@audriandae

Yes I would peel your orange for you. Did you know everyday you're in my life I see so much more beauty in the world than I ever have before

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men vs Orange Peel Theory

Xavier

• "Xavier, can you peel this orange for me?"

• "Of course!"

• No hesitation, all enthusiasm to do something for his babygirl. Very good boy.

Zayne

• You don't need to say anything, just place an orange next to him, nudge it in his direction and his muscle memory will take over and he'll peel it without even realising he's doing it.

• Reliable, locked in, responds without verbal prompt. Green flag king.

Sylus

• "Sylus, can you peel this orange for me?"

• "Sure. Do you need anything else? Are you hungry? I can call the chef or if you ask nicely, I'll make something myself."

• Not very good at the actual orange peeling part, compensates by going above and beyond. Attentive, happy to serve. Husband material.

Rafayel

• Uh... So here's the thing; if you catch him in the right mood and ask in the right way... Yeah, he'll do it!

• However, this man would debone a fish for you anytime. Which is exponentially harder??

• All in all, it's a win. He's just built different. Ocean diva exclusive.

Caleb

• LMAOOOOOO

• He literally cheated death for you, of course he'll peel your fucking orange.

• . . .

• The orange might have drugs in it though, so be careful.

• Least you could ask for, really, he'd do much, much worse bigger things for you. Easy peasy. 11/10.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie goes out and buys oranges to do that ‘would you peel an orange for me’ thing that was trending a while back. He completely forgot that they already had oranges so Steve was peeling one when he got back. But nonetheless, he persist.

Eddie: Stevie, baby. Can you peel me an orange?

Steve: Oh, you can have this one. I’m almost done.

Eddie: But I want this one *holds up orange* can you peel it for me?

Steve: Yeah? I will, but…

Eddie: But what?

Steve: Last time we had oranges, you bit into one like an apple and ate the peel. You said that’s how your ancestors ate them.

Eddie: That was for a bit

Steve: You’ve done it multiple times

[mythblossoms]

ember

pairing: sylus x gn!reader content: yearning, first kisses, nicknames (sweetie/sweetheart), soft sylus ;u; a/n: 'i could love you violently' person meets 'show me how to be gentle'. dedicated to the most lovely, most wonderful @deepspacenova - i hope you have the sweetest valentines day! wc: 1.2k

Accepting a late night joyride from Sylus was expected to be three things: fast, loud, and freeing. Weaving through the highlighted streets of Linkon, the deep rumble of his motorcycle reverberating in your chest, the wind whipping past you.

These nights were thrilling, laughter spilling from your lips - chest warmed. But they would always end the same, a practiced routine that you had come to know well. Being fast meant arriving home, city lights reflected in the side mirrors. Being loud left a ringing in your ears, even after he said goodnight. Being free, briefly, left a dullness in your chest as the red light of his motorcycle sped out of view. 

In the time you’ve known Sylus, something had lodged itself in the pit of your stomach. A heavy, unnamed thing, that demanded its presence be known each time you met. Desperate and raw, quickly growing claws and sharp teeth that nipped at the spaces between your ribs. A hunger that was never sated. 

So tonight, when he’s securing your helmet, gently tapping it twice, you don’t think to ask any questions. The taste of freedom still sweet on your tongue while that familiar clawing feeling prickles in your stomach. Sylus situates himself on his bike, extending a hand to you. A small gesture, an offering - a silent ‘if you’d like’ answered as you take his hand, ‘always’. 

Something was different tonight, charged in the same way the neon city lights hummed against your skin. His deep laugh, more carefree. Your arms, wrapped tighter around his waist. The winding streets that led home each passed by as Sylus chartered an unknown path, landing on some nondescript street cluttered with street vendors. The parked motorcycle quiets as Sylus pulls off his helmet - eyes shining, hair tousled. Your hand aches then, a longing to card your fingers through his hair, soaked ember orange from the overhead lights.

“Still early, sweetheart. Up for something more, entertaining?” Gently, he removes your helmet — his hands ghosting over the loose strands of your hair. And something different pulsed in your veins, the claws gripping your rib cage - teeth poised at your heart. The thud of anticipation.

“What did you have in mind?”

Sylus loved liked you in this light. Orange hues highlighting the tips of your nose, your cheekbones - just enough shadow to conceal your eyes, your smile. A hidden view, just for him, the warmth glinting across your eyes as you clinked your bottle to his. The soft murmur of other tables lost to him as you laughed again, his heart unfurling a little more. 

“Tell me a secret,” you grinned. The tips of your fingers grazed his, the slightest touch that felt accidental — but they way your eyes held his suggested something else. And he would. He would share anything, everything with you if you kept looking at him like that. Who did you see when you looked at him? In this moment, it felt like it was only him and you — two people sat in a quiet corner sharing something.

So Sylus was willing. Ready to peel back the bitter layers of his heart, offer it to you like the tenderest orange. A gentle, vulnerable thing. 

‘There are no secrets with you —  you only have to ask.” A challenge, half an orange offered but not yet reciprocated. Did you like oranges? Or did you despise their potential sourness, the bitter bite? His eyes searched for yours for an unspoken answer. 

The moment was fleeting, your cheeks tinged with the slightest of color before looking at your hands. “That’s a safe answer,” you fiddled with the label on your bottle, condensation coating your fingertips. Your movements betrayed your reply, some hidden sentiment simmering beneath your skin. 

 The offer still lingered on the table, ripe and ready. “Think you can do better, sweetheart?” Sylus hummed, crossing his arms. 

“Sure - all you have to do is ask.” You were bold, perhaps encouraged by the blend of warm light and cool shadows that wrapped around you. Mirth dancing in your eyes, the corners of your lips just turning up.

And maybe he was feeling bold, the desire to shed that bitter peel so overwhelming — because gentle things took time to reveal, and he was tired of waiting.

“Do you trust me?” Half his tender heart extended towards you, if you’d like. If you wanted.  “Yes,” you murmured — as if you were delicately wrapping fingers around the soft segments of his heart, a silent always.

The claws that once gripped at your ribcage grew frenetic. Twisting and pulling at your chest, desperate to escape the container that is your thoracic cavity.

You swallowed.

“No questions, sweetie? That’s new.” Sylus led you up another flight of stairs, the quiet building still under construction, lit only by the exterior city lights. “Aren’t you curious about where we are?” 

“I’ve known you long enough now that I’m sure it's some  new business,” you say. “Or a soon to be luxury penthouse.” 

“Am I so predictable now?” Sylus chuckles. He guides you, one hand lightly pressed to your back, out some random door. His touch is warm, stirring something inside you. “Maybe I just like the view.”

The neon lights that flew past you all night now glowed softly below you. Streaks of light weaving together to create an intricate pattern, the hum of a city brimming with anticipation. 

“The city has its own beauty,” he mused. 

“You almost sound sentimental,” you tease.

“Maybe I am,” he states. You turn to him, meeting his eyes that pour into yours — reflecting the neon glow of the city, the anticipation. His hand moved tentatively, tucking wind swept hair gently behind your ear. “Or perhaps someone brings that out in me.” 

His hand, still tentative, just barely grazing the length of your jaw. His eyes, soft and searching. “I like the view with you.” He dropped his hand then, looking back out at the skyline. “I care about you.”

He offered his heart so easily to you - tender and beating. And that thing that occupied your chest was emboldened by the proximity of something so sweet. Forcing itself up your throat, clawing at your tongue — grasping for those segments it desperately craved.

“I don’t think I can ignore how I feel about you anymore.” Gentle, certain - you stepped closer, hand placed gently on his arm. “You mean too much to me.”

He chanced a look at you, one hand coming to rest on yours - his words almost lost to the wind. “Are you sure?” A moment of vulnerability, so unguarded and raw - his eyebrows almost knit in pain.

And because you felt brave, bold — delicately embracing his heart in yours, you pulled him closer. Hands cupping his jaw and holding his gaze. “About this? Always.”  Your lips met his, slowly. Deliberately. His movements carefully matched yours, hands running up your spine. Pressing into him, his warmth - the heady scent of his cologne, you deepened the kiss. His hands moved to cradle the nape of your neck, grounding you both in this moment. And in this moment — the city lights a blur, the wind wrapping around you both, the light smile playing on his lips — you never felt so free.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

orange peel theory (dark! and soft!rafe)

words: 1k (about 500 words each)

warnings: name calling, suggestive

orange peel theory: girlfriends ask their boyfriend to peel an orange for them, as a test to see if they are willing to help with small tasks that the girlfriend can do herself

dark

you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions, looking at you with concern, not sure if he’s ever seen you read before.

“nothing.” you shake your head, shutting the book and setting it down, glancing at your phone to make sure it is still recording. “how was work?”

“fucking tiring. dealing with idiots all day.” rafe spits the words out before toeing his shoes off and leaving them in the center of the room.

“im sorry.” you pout, standing up as rafe takes a seat on the edge of the bed. you move to stand in between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his lips. he sighs with satisfaction, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, rubbing over them, tucking his fingertips under your shorts to feel your bare skin.

“can you get me an orange rafe? i’m craving one.” you move away from him, setting back on your chair to make sure you are centered in the camera.

rafe gives you a confused look but nods, mainly because he also needs to get a glass of water for himself. he re-enters the room, tossing the orange towards you, which you catch easily.

“thanks.” you smile as rafe takes a sip of water and then sets it on the nightstand. “can you peel it for me though babe?”

“what?” he questions, moving to kneel between your legs, an amused look on his face. “my stupid little slut not able to peel it on her own? too much of a baby?” “rafey.” you whine as he takes the orange out of your hand, unpeeling it and tossing the peel into the trash. he pulls a piece and then hovers it in front of your mouth.

“open up whore, i know how much you love to do that.” rafe taunts you before you lean forward, taking the slice of orange into your mouth and pulling it out of his fingers, letting the citrusy taste flood your mouth.

“you are so mean, this was supposed to be for tiktok.” you point out your phone, making rafe turn to look at the screen opened and recording.

“what?”

“for tiktok, its some trend about asking your boyfriend to peel an orange for you to see if he will do small tasks for you, and you totally failed!” you whine, stamping your feet on the ground in annoyance.

“but i peeled the orange for you.” rafe says with confusion.

“while also calling me a stupid whore!” you stand up, grabbing your phone and stopping the recording, knowing you won’t put it on tiktok.

“are you not my dumb little slut?” rafe asks, standing and stepping close to you, hovering over with his intimidating height.

“i mean i am, but-”

“exactly.” rafe cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours as he backs you up towards the bed.

soft

you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“hey baby.” rafe leans down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head, which you quickly tilt up to have him press a second one to your lips.

“how was work?” you ask, setting your book to the side, glancing at your phone to make sure its still recording.

“exhausting.” rafe sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, making you pout.

“im sorry bubs.” you comment as he sits down on the bed to take his work shoes off. 

“no big deal. how was your day?” rafe asks.

“good…” you shrug. you usually go into more detail, and rafe knows it, so he sits quietly, waiting for you to continue. “but i’m actually really hungry.” you blurt out, figuring you shouldn’t delay any longer as you look at your phone again, lucky that rafe doesn’t follow your line of sight.

“what are you hungry for? we can order delivery.” rafe knows you like to cook, but he also doesn’t force it on you, leaving the option to get takeout open whenever you are tired or simply don’t feel like cooking.

“i actually just want an orange.” you shrug.

“thats not really food, darling, but okay.” rafe stands, setting his shoes on the rack next to the door before heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

you can’t help smiling at the camera as you wait, covering your mouth as rafe reenters, already knowing that he’s going to pass the test.

“here ya go.” rafe hands you a bowl instead of an orange, making your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, before you take it and realize that the orange is already peeled and pulled apart, ready for you to enjoy.

“raaafe.” you whine.

“what?” rafe kneels down in front of your chair, placing his hands on your knees.

“i wanted a whole orange.” you complain, pouting your lower lip out as rafe looks at you in complete confusion.

“why, were you gonna eat the peel or something?” rafe laughs.

“no, its supposed to be a thing for tiktok.” you point towards your phone, which takes rafe a second to see from its hidden position. “you’re supposed to bring me an orange and i ask you to peel it to see if you’ll help me with a small task.”

“should i bring you back a whole orange then so you can ask?” rafe questions.

“no, i don’t even really want an orange to be honest.” you admit. rafe looks down into the bowl, taking a piece and putting it into his mouth, chewing it up. 

“what do you want then honey?”

“can you get me a banana?” you tilt your head to the side. rafe nods, grabbing the bowl from your lap before heading back to the kitchen.

you grab your phone and set it closer. “he’s just too good of a boyfriend.” you sigh as rafe comes back through the door, handing you a banana.

you smile at him in thanks, taking it out of his hand before he leans to press a kiss to your cheek, glancing at the camera, still recording when you realize how you can still test the theory.

“peel it for me babe?”

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[pupkashi]

oranges

gojo knows how to peel oranges

a/n: just something simple inspired by the poem oranges by jean little, i cried the first time i read it, hope you guys enjoy <3

wordcount: 843

masterlist

there was a lot you did for satoru.

you helped ground him, reminded him to drink water, made him food, taught him how to fold clothes and do laundry, showed him all your favorites- from places to eat and videos to play.

you reminded him what love felt like, your tender touches late at night, gentle thumb pads wiping away hot tears, soft whispers and proclamations of love.

satoru always wondered what he did for you.

he didn’t think much of the quality time he’d spend with you, he thought that was a given. he often brushed past the shower of compliments he gave you daily, figuring that was the standard. the little gestures of holding doors open, buying you flowers, remembering your favorite candle scent and buying your shampoo seemed too natural to him for it to be considered and outward act of love.

“you want some oranges?” you asked, looking at him with a smile from the kitchen.

“i could go for some oranges” he replies, getting up from the couch and joining you in the kitchen, taking an orange in his hand.

his thumbs easily tear into through the peel, gently digging his finger and separating it seamlessly from the sweet fruit, continuing his motion until the peel comes completely off, all in one piece.

you on the other hand, are putting too much force into your thumb, your finger piercing straight into the flesh of the fruit, shrieking when the juice gets on your face a bit.

“how do you always peel it so neatly? i have never once been able to” you huff, setting the now punctured Orange on a towel, washing your hands in the sink before drying them off.

“cmon sweetheart it really isn’t that hard!” satoru grins, taking your orange and easily peeling it apart neatly. “you have to do this, and then… get it there and boom!” his smile widening as he stares at you, a pout on your lips and an annoyed look in your eyes.

“yeah yeah mr. ‘I’m so good at everything’” you tease, tasking the orange from his hand and munching on a piece. “they’re sweet today” you smile, putting both your pieces and satoru’s in a bowl, heading back to the couch the two of you were on.

two weeks later the two of you are cooking dinner, reading off the recipe and realizing the dish called for an orange.

“can you hand me an orange?” you ask, turning around and thanking him as he hands it to you. you were determined to not make a mess this time, it’s just an orange after all.

but as gentle as you were, the peel wouldn’t budge, and the little force you applied proved to be just a little too much as your fingers pierced through the flesh again. you groaned in frustrations satoru already taking it from his hands, a smile on his face as he so easily peeled it.

“coulda just asked” he hums, handing you the orange, you’re glaring at him, giggling when he misses your nose.

“thank you angel boy,” you mumble, chopping the orange and adding it in.

one year later you’re sitting together in a grassy field, the wild blowing past the two of you, your laughter and love filled gazes scattered in the wind.

“i got some oranges from the market today!” you grin, taking them out of the wicker basket and showing them to your snowy haired lover. “you owe me breakfast in bed if i can finally peel this damn citrus fruit” you wager, satoru easily sitting back, a small smirk on his face as he nodded.

“I’ll do so breakfast in bed for a month if you peel it in one piece” your eyes widen at his proposition, nodding before looking at the fruit in your hands.

it’s only ten seconds later that you’re throwing yourself back, saying the fruit was obviously defective because ‘there’s no way the peel was that easy to cut through!’

satoru takes the oranges from you, peeling them perfectly and separating them into neat sections.

“I’m glad i have you to peel my citrus” you smile one night, taking the mandarin slices from his hand and humming in delight as the sweet taste hits your tastebuds.

“I’ll always peel your oranges for you” he replies, voice soft, his blue eyes seem a little lighter and his face a bit more relaxed as he looks at you.

it’s been years since then, and you never learned to peel oranges, the times you’d attempt to, juice would get everywhere and the peel coming off in chunks, the aftermath looked like an orange massacre.

satoru’s heart flutters when he sees the citrus fruit, knowing you’ll hand it to him, for him to peel for you. he knows you’ll always ask him to do this for you.

satoru is grateful everyday that you can’t peel oranges, because with the boundless things you do for him, he knows this is the one thing he’ll always be able to do for you.

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[eydi-andrius]

Orange Peel Theory (Love and Deepspace Characters x Reader)

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Synopsis: Where you tried the viral orange peel theory to your boyfriend

divider by @/cafekitsune

a/n: its been a while since I saw feedbacks and reblogs on my posts. I highly appreciate it if you could share your thoughts here. 🫶

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- The incredulous stare Zayne gave you after you asked him to peel you an orange is a bit insulting and…you admit kinda funny

- He is usually good at hiding his feelings on his face but it was so obvious that right at this moment he is thinking how weird you are and you're probably up to something. He’s just not sure if it's good or bad

- With that look, you have no choice but to give excuses, and one of it was you just got your nails done

- He frowned at that and insists on seeing your hands, not trusting your words, and you were so happy that you did actually went out and fix your nails at a nail salon as a reward to yourself

- After he saw your manicured nails, he gave out a troubled sigh, before he took the orange from your hand and started peeling

- You were so happy when he was finally done, but was surprised when he raise the orange out of your reach and grab a small plate and pick up the oranges and place it there neatly

- You watched as he raised his eyebrow when he saw you brimming with happiness as he set the saucer in your waiting hands

- He shook his head when he heard your chirp a thank you but you can see a hint of smile on his lips

“Did you hurt yourself? Show me your hands.”

🐚 Rafayel 🐚

- Rafayel scoffed, raised his eyebrow and asked what's your deal

- You tried your best not to laugh on the way he’s crossing legs and an obvious look of mistrust on his eyes. His sassiness is truly up there and you find it truly entertaining

- You were about to give an excuse when you heard him tuts and grab the orange from your hand, regardless of your reason

- However, while peeling, he will grumble and complain about you taking advantage of your boyfriend privileges

- You swallowed whatever mirth bubbling within you and you thanked him when he was finally done and was about to give back the newly peeled orange

- But, right in the middle of it, he stopped midair, pulled back the orange, pick it apart and said “aahh” asking you to open your mouth so he can feed you

- He probably saw your frown and gave meaningful smirk at your confusion

“Well, I wanted to take advantage of my girlfriend privileges too.”

🌟 Xavier 🌟

- You felt a bit bad when you noticed a little too late that Xavier had already dozed off on your couch when you asked him to sit down and wait for you

- While scrolling on your phone, you were so excited to do the viral orange peel theory on him but you’ve guessed you forgot how tiring his day must have been, since it's only been seconds when you asked him to stay so you can grab an orange in your kitchen but he is already fast asleep

- You were about to put the orange back and call it a day when you hear him mumble a soft “give me that” and you admit that startle you a bit

- You frown and stare at his sleeping form. Thinking you must have been tired yourself hearing a sleeping person talk, when he repeated himself again and although surprise, you gave him the orange, on his open palm that he raised

- Even with his eyes closed, he started peeling the orange little by the little, and he made you worried when his head tilted on the side, almost falling from sleepiness

- After perfectly peeling the orange, with no questions asked, and his mind already off to dreamland, you found yourself admiring Xavier and how lucky you are to have him

“Where is the orange?....I will peel it for you.”

[the-golden-kingdom]

Since izutsumi week is coming up lemme just share one of my favorite images of her

THAT GIRL IS SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG!! SHE SNOOZING!! SHE IS LITTERALLY A LOAFING CAT!! DO NOT INTERUPT HER SLEEPING TIME!!

[hausmakes]

and I would still love you if you were a worm

[morganski-19]

Steve seeing something on tiktok and trying it on Eddie

Steve: You know what I kinda really want right now, an orange

Eddie: Do we even have the oranges?

Steve: I’m not sure

Eddie: *getting up* Let me check. Nope, be back in ten

Steve: *to the camera* I was not expecting him to go that far

Ten minutes later

Eddie: *comes back to the apartment with a bag of oranges* Do you want peeled or sliced

Steve: Peeled

Eddie: Ok

Steve: *looking at the camera* I think he passed

Eddie: *handing Steve a bowl of peeled orange slices* Passed what?

Steve: Nothing

[stoneseedfern]

Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.

Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.

Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.

Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.

Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.

Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.

His face decides to promptly combust.

[jadedchainsaw]

Asking One Piece men to peel an orange/tangerine for you.

Through the good graces of our girl Nami, she let you have one of her precious tangerines, but you don’t want to peel it so instead you go to bug one of your crewmate’s.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Cross guild, Red-haired Shanks, Firefist Ace

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Shanks:

He agrees…

You give him the orange…..

He peels it……..

He looks deep into your eyes…………

And the bastard starts eating it right in front of you

Mihawk:

Honestly I’m 50/50 on this

This is the man who destroyed Don Kriegs fleet because they disturbed his nap way back when’s

In the right mood, sure he’ll peel it for you

But if you have to wake him up to ask him…

I’m just saying, his eyes are intimidating as fuck-

Ace:

Motherfucker falls asleep the second he starts to peel it for you

You hand it to him, he takes it from you, and his head hits the deck literally

If he manages to peel it completely he’ll hold it just out of your reach and make you have to jump for it with a smirk on his face

“Oh c’mon babe, I thought you said you wanted an orange!”

Crocodile:

*eyes hook hand* yeah that’s not happening, sorry babes.

…

Unless you like dehydrated oranges

Buggy:

“Hey Buggy, can you peel this orange for me? I just don’t like the feeling, y’know?”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY NOSE?”

“…”

If you’re intimidating enough I’m sure he’ll cave and peel it for you

He’ll grumble about how he was once one of the most feared pirates in the East Blue

Probably starts cussing out the strawhats while he’s at it

Ends up getting so worked up and angry he squishes your orange in his hand

[aurawra21]

do you see my vision

[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

[royaltea000]

haha albino ass 🫵

[shattered-earth]

"orange peel theory" on the main 6 bg3 companions according to me