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(2nd request) I love all the fics where we cook or bake somerhing for the twins but what if we cooked together? Three idiots fighting over the ingredients, the whole kitchen is a mess and at the end we all have to taste and rate what the other has cooked. It's so chaotic and we end up eating what we (reader) made because they can't cook to save their life. Again, sorry if this is too much, I've read your last update post and I understand if you don't want to write these. Mwah💺 anon
hii angel!! I made into hc’s like said in another message. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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three idiots in the kitchen
tangerine x reader x lemon (platonic)
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okay so first, cooking is a kind of hazardous experience !!
everyone doing their own thing that is IN NO WAY cohesive
let's say you're making a three-course dinner. tan is on starter, you're on main and lemon is on dessert
the kitchen is an utter state!!! potato peels on the floor, spilt flour, broken eggs on the counter, just an all round shit hole
you're constantly bumping into each other, snatching utensils from each other, stealing back counter space. can imagine a fair few "this is my side! go over there," "that's mine get your own," "you're in my space," "you're ruining everything,"
kinda imagine 3 giant children!! lots of stealing and sabotaging
ruining each other's courses so that you have the best dish, too!! lots of that
maybe turning the oven off or RIGHT UP when it's being used by someone, just so it's raw or burnt
just a real chaos!!
maybe you knew better and secretly made another dish to avoid it being tarnished (kept somewhere secret)
after the timer goes off, you all step back and take a breather. probs staring at the mess
you made a deal at the beginning- the winner doesn't have to clean. and luckily, that's you. you weren't a complete idiot bc you made another dish to avoid losing (cleaning)
the twins were obviously bound to lose as their cooking is almost always inedible. and they struggled with sportsmanship!!
also the twins are def covered in food bc they threw it at each other
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Tangerines real name is Hugh and Lemons real name is Liam
#bullet train x reader#bullet train#lemon bullet train#bullet train imagine#bullet train headcanons#tangerine headcanon#lemon headcanon#tangerine
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OKAY BUTTTT.. in movie canon.. (apparently) Lemon never actually retrieved Tangerine’s body (IF there even was any chance to to begin with) so he doesn’t have a specific place to mourn him or somewhere to go to to just pretend to talk to him, he could’ve had a tomb built maybe under a tangerine tree i don’t know, but still.. no body. no one :) but a tree and a stone that Lemon hates because he feels like he’s talking to himself and it all seems like bullshit since he shouldn’t be there talking to space and nothingness and air and his brother should be alive and well and listening and
yes it was very glorious killing The Prince with a tangerine filled truck like that was genius and very heartwarming but what’s the aftermath for Lemon?
he must feel so empty and lonely when the grief suddendly sneaks up on him at the most unexpected times or when he’s doing grocery shopping and can’t even get near the fruit aisle because that’s how it is now, just the sight of orange gives him nightmares and he pretends it simply isn’t there. forced to ignore oranges for the rest of his life
or when he gets back home if he even gets to call it a home and there’s just him simple and plain. and maybe thomas the tank engine on tv, but even that is a burden now that he must watch it alone and there’s no one to mock him for it no annoying moustache, no bickering, no swearing, no impulsively stealing snacks literally anywhere, just silence and no reason to use Lemon as a codename anymore or use any couple coded codenames because there’s no partner in crime, no best friend, no twin brother anymore . there’s emptiness and anger and the realization that somehow he has to do it all by himself, that the world and that the time surprisingly haven’t stopped on that train on that day and that now this is how it’s going to be from now on
#this is what listening to fourth of july makes me think abt#lemon#lemon bullet train#tangerine#tangerine bullet train#bullet train#bullet train headcanons#lemon headcanon#it all started with lemon not having a place to mourn his brother but maybe he would prefer it that way?#at least in the beginning he would rather not acknowledge the fact#or rather not like to imagine tangerine six feet under so maybe it's better that way#aaron taylor johnson#brian tyree henry
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*slips and falls as I run into the room* lemon kinks pretty please?
Oooo i have some fun ideas for this cutie!
What kinks/turn-ons would Lemon have? // HC
Warnings: NSFW, biting/hickeys, exhibitionism
Pairings: Lemon x fem!reader
Lemon is a bit adventurous when it comes to sex, I believe. Whenever you go to the movies or to a fancy restaurant, he tells you to wear a dress or a skirt with no underwear on just so he could play with your pussy in public.
“Try to stay quiet, princess. Don’t want us getting caught.”
Also fuck yeah he would call you princess like how sexy is that?! His voice is way too smooth for me to handle.
Overall during sex, he is really a gentle guy so while he runs his hands all over your body, he enjoys giving you some heavy praise all throughout to make sure you know you’re loved.
“God, I want to be buried in you forever. You take me so good, luv.” Ugh and he would do it all in your ear with all his groans encouraging your orgasm.
He also loves biting / being bitten. So hickeys are pretty much a must for him. He could leave you covered and you would do the same for him. Plus most of the time you guys do it publicly in a playful way.
“You look way too good for me to not fucking eat you up.” Lemon grabs you by the waist, pulling you close to him and bites your neck gently. “Oi, none of that in front me, you sick bastards.” Tangerine snapping at your PDA.
Love love loves grabbing your ass and spanking it whenever he has the chance. Doesn’t fucking care who is looking, if he takes one good look at you behind, he is going for it.
You walk past him in your new leggings. “Holy fuck…” he says biting his lip immediately getting his arm ready to slam his hand right on your bottom, getting a good grip. “My god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
And he is so amazing at dirty talk. He likes to whisper in your ear when you’re out and about, telling you exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, babe. How are we going to fix that? Mmm, how about you get underneath this table and open that mouth up wide for me?” He says in your ear, while shoving his fingers into your mouth for you to suck. And bro he’d probably do this at some restaurant in the middle of an outlet mall, homie does not fucking care.
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Y’all I know we think of this man as super sweet and vanilla-ish but if he got the balls to blast some fucking brains, he must got MEGA balls to pull off some moves in the bedroom AND in public. No further explanation needed.
#bullet train#lemon headcanon#lemon x reader#lemon bullet train#lemon imagine#lemon fic#lemon and tangerine#my writing#anon my beloved#asks#brian tyree henry
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Anon you have impeccable taste.
SLIGHTLY NSFT, READER DISCRETION ADVISED. 18+ ONLY
Reblogs appreciated, Requests open-let me know if you want to be tagged for future works!
He’s so handsome, and it breaks your heart that he has to leave you. But you knew that when you got involved with him. That he has to go on jobs at the drop of a hat, and that it will hurt every time he does.
But when he gets back home, unharmed, it’s worth it.
He’s getting ready, checking himself in the mirror. Making sure he’s presentable. He’s working on tightening his suspenders.
Those fucking things. Jesus Christ, one day they will kill you. You’ll fall down, dead, and on your death certificate it will say “cause of death: suspenders too sexy”.
Lemon catches you staring.
“Have I got something on my face?” he asks.
“Yeah, you do, actually,” you say, angling yourself to face him better and dropping a kiss on his cheek. He rolls his eyes, chuckles.
“Numpty,” he says, fondly. Now you’re near enough to do so you slip your fingers under his suspenders at the waist, running them up until your hands rest at his collarbones.
He says your name low, a warning. He doesn’t have time for this. But as good as he is at reading people, you're good at reading him, and you know he’s weak when it comes to you.
You grab a hold of the suspenders properly, now, and tug him towards you so hard he’s a little surprised by it.
Quickly, though, you settle into a rhythm: your mouth on his, his hands grabbing your arse and holding you tightly against him. As soon as he feels your lips part even a little he takes advantage: his tongue reaches out and brushes yours, pressing into your mouth and claiming you. When you moan at the pure ecstasy of it you feel him exhale, hard.
He’s fighting a losing battle.
You grip onto his suspenders even tighter with your left hand, your right wanders up to gently play with his earring. Toying with the little hoop, tugging it just enough to get a reaction, which comes in the form of a growl deep in the back of his throat.
Again, he says your name, pulling away long enough to get enough air to gasp it. But there’s a desperation behind it this time. A, you know I can’t hold back if you keep going. And, against my better judgement, I want you to keep going.
You take advantage to reach in and kiss his neck, biting gently at where you can feel his pulse beating a mile a minute. You smile against his skin.
When you feel him start to take off the suspenders, you know you’ve got him.
#bullet train#lemon x reader#lemon bullet train#lemon#bullet train imagine#lemon headcanon#bullet train headcanons#bullet train fic#bullet train x reader#lemon and tangerine#lemon fic#request#lemon imagine
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POSSIBLE LEMON AND TANGERINE NAMES/BACKSTORY
OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL HAPPY EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS AND i have just watched bullet train like a few days ago and it ICKS me that i do not have lemon or tangerine's NAMES and their BACKSTORY, so i was thinking i would share my headcanon for how they became brothers and their names and such.
first,, their backstory.
OKAY, so i would like to think that they were somewhat FOSTER KIDS, and they had the same foster parents because THAT WOULD BE SO SAD AND CUTE AND I JUST LOVE IT. then they became friends/brothers and grew up to become assassins. the assassins part i don't really have any ideas for, but i would love to hear some thoughts!!!
second,, their names.
HOLY HELL, I READ SOMETHING ON REDDIT THAT WHAT IF LEMON WAS OBSESSED WITH THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE BECAUSE TAN WAS NAMED THOMAS AND LEMON JUST LIKED TO ANNOY HIM WITH IT, AND I THINK THAT IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE LIKE HANDS DOWN, TANGERINE IS NOW THOMAS TO ME. for lemon, i would like to think he was a percy(let's be real he does look like a percy). however, if i were to not go off on thomas the tank engine, i would say tangerine looks like a solid james and lemon looks like a peter.
PLEASE TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS I NEED IT
#bullet train#tangerine#lemon#bullet train fandom#bullet train lore#headcanon#headcanons#lemon headcanon#tangerine headcanon#lemon and tangerine#disappearing and reappearing be like#aaron taylor-johnson#brian tyree henry#thomas the tank engine#bullet train 2022#tangerine bullet train#lemon bullet train#bullet train headcanon
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NSFW headcanons with a clone of your choice GO
Captain Rex is absolutely a switch when it comes to him and his partner. He is actually a really great example of someone who is perfectly capable of taking orders as much as he is giving them—and this absolutely translates to shenanigans between the sheets. The side of the line he more leans on will depend on his partner, but Rex is still a captain regardless, so there’s likely to be a little back-and-forth teasing no matter what kind of demeanor they have.
In terms of some specific kinks however, he would totally be into anything that would leave him doting over his partner. Body worship, praise kink, dirty talk—anything that allows him to physically or emotionally control the situation in a comforting way is definitely something he’s naturally aligned to. That said, I don’t think he would be opposed to it happening in reverse; it would rather come as a very pleasant surprise to find out how much he’s into being the one doted upon in turn.
Every clone can be a little possessive at times—there’s not many things that they can say are entirely ‘their own’ so to speak, so Rex is certainly not without that in him as well. He may not want to hurt his partner, but the idea of leaving marks or some discernible thing that shows ‘this is mine’ (even a physical object like a ring or necklace) is absolutely certain to rile him up without fail.
#star wars#writing#clone wars#captain rex#ct 7567#ct-7567#headcanon#rex headcanon#lemon#lemon headcanon#spicy headcanon#spicy
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Bullet train incorrect quotes:
Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Y/n: Sure!
Y/n: Whats your favorite color?
Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?
#incorrect quotes#tangerine and lemon#tangerine x oc#tangerine x y/n#tangerine x you#tangerine x reader#tangerine smut#tangerine oneshot#tangerine my beloved#tangerine incorrect quotes#tangerine imagine#tangerine headcanon#tangerine edit#tangerine drabble#tangerine blurb#tangerine angst#bullet train imagine#tangerine bullet train#the bullet train#bullet train#incorrect quote#bullet train x reader#bullet train headcanons#bullet train fanart#bullet train fanfic#bullet train oc#bullet train tangerine#bullet train book#bullet train movie#bullet train smut
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yandere bunny hybrid x reader
A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺
Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!
★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic
★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow
★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.
★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter
★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English
"what's your name little fella?"
"cotton.."
★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves
❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does
❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum
❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.
★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.
"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"
"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"
★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up
★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper
★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.
★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!
"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"
★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.
#yandere x darling#queenie writes#queenie ocs#ocs#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere male#yandere male x reader#male yandere#yandere boy#yandere boyfriend#Yandere x reader lemon#Yandere x gn darling#Yandere bunny hybrid#Yandere hybrid x reader#Cotton the bunny hybrid#tw breeding kink#tw slapping#tw mommy kink#tw lactation kink#Tw skin marking#Yandere headcanons#yandere drabble#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere x you
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I feel bad for my future husband bc I just know ima be making him dress up as Alastor in bed. Ima be like
“cmon babe put on the red wig and pinstripe suit”
“Yes honey 😔”
#the greeks had socrates y’all have me#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel self insert#fuck you alastor#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel memes#alastor smut#alastor the radio demon#human alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor x vox#alastor headcanons#alastor altruist#the radio demon#radio demon x reader#radio demon#radiostatic#radioapple#hazbin hotel smut#alastor x you#alastor x y/n#alastor x oc#Alastor lemon
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ALASTOR NSFW HC'S
TYPE - Alastor x Reader
WARNINGS - mentions of restraint, period blood, oral, cannibalism, hair pulling, chains, and demons.
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- Let's start off by acknowledging the fact that Alastor is a literal cannibal.
- Finds his pleasure, in pleasuring you. Not one to enjoy receiving any sort of it, apart from the off times he's in full control over your actions.
- He most likely owns your soul, so for those off times where he does want his own raw pleasure, he will restrain you to your limit.
- Only a fan of head if he's giving it. He feels vulnerable and awkward if he's the one recieving. So for him, being able to taste your core while you're shaking above him and pulling at his hair, is the best pleasure he could receive.
- Being skilled with his tongue means making you cum atleast four times before he gets to his first climax. Obviously since he's not recieving any "real pleasure", it takes longer for his to reach him, all while you're just squeezing his head in between your thighs, screaming that it's too much.
- If you say something to piss him off while you're alone, you'll immediately be pulled to the ground by the chain 'round your neck.
"crawl"
- As you arrive in front of him, still on your knees, he'll hold your face with his right hand, the chain still held tightly in his left. His nails slightly dig into the side of your face, while slowly moving his thumb into your mouth, deeper, pushing your tongue down, deeper, deeper...
- Don't get me wrong, yes he's very animalistic, but he's also such a gentleman.
- An aftercare GOD, but that's a topic for another day.
- Definitely not fazed by period blood, he will have no issue with eating you out while you're bleeding. He actually enjoys it even more since he's a cannibal, the blood riles him up to the point he'd end up cumming before you.
- He's not one to moan or talk, but you can definitely hear his breath stuttering, and some slight deep groaning here and there.
- He'll only talk if others are listening, like when he's on the air. "Oh darling, let these filthy little sinners hear your desperate moans, I'm sure it'll make their day ~
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It's good to be back on the air! Cya, luv ya.
#smut#x reader#hazbin#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor x reader#the radio demon#alastor smut#headcanons#angel dust#husker#charlie morningstar#charri bomb#lemon#lime#fluff#angst#helluva boss#vivziepop
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Well, obviously I am having lots of feelings and thoughts about Astarion marrying at the moment... So here's another - steamy - one:
No way is this man going to wait until the end of the celebration to have you - to consummate this marriage. He's been eyeing you in your little outfit all throughout the day already. No way is he going to be able to keep his hands off you a moment longer.
As soon as possible he will drag you somewhere for at least a little privacy to devour you. Guests be damned. Telling you he loves you until the words make no sense anymore while he's fully losing himself to you being inside of you.
And you return to your own wedding reception just a little unshevelled, hair a little more messy and your cheeks just ever so delightfully flushed from when Astarion had you up a wall worshipping and praising you nonstop just a few heartbeats ago.
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#bg3 spoilers#bg3#astarion x tav#astarion x you#astarion x reader#lemon#poro headcanons
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i need headcanons about movie tangerine and lemon's teenage years / early 20s / brain's still developing years lmao
i think that
- despite them being twins tangerine gives off eldest brother vibes so as soon as they turned 18/19 he made sure he got them a decent place to stay
- they probably had a tiny place with wallpaper hanging from corners of the walls
- and like a kitchen without a table but they had two smol couches so!!!
- lemon was very good at stealing in supermarkets making sure they got extra snacks. and maybe an extra lunch
- tangerine stole cars maybe?? lol
- this is around the time tangerine got his necklace like. he was in his early 20s
- then stealing became a job, then stealing jobs led to other type of jobs..
- and then they never stayed in the same town too long
- totally unrelated but I think lemon is very good at drawing... trains especially
and then I need someone to add more to this please 😭 like how did they become paid assassins what was their first kill and so on ??
#what about their dating life lol#bullet train#bullet train headcanons#tangerine#tangerine headcanon#lemon#lemon headcanon#bullet train fanfic
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May I request some dating lemon headcanons? 👉👈
sweet anon, your wish is my command.
What it’s like to date Lemon // HC
Warnings: Mentions of guns/gun violence.
Lemon is huge on cuddling. He would rather you sit on his lap than sit in another seat, just to have you closer.
Lemon’s favorite movie is Zombieland, he quotes it everyday as much as he quotes scenes from Thomas.
“Nut up or shut up.” he says every time he needs to grab a gun from his stash before a mission. “Tallahassee is a down right Thomas, I tell you. My kind of man, genuinely, mate.”
He likes to stroke your cheek with his thumbs before every kiss because he likes to tell you how much he loves you, or that he’ll be back soon, or just to admire your features.
When he catches you checking him out, he gives you that bright, sexy ass smile with a wink which makes you practically melt every time.
He always blows a kiss before finishing a phone call with you and every time it has you giggling and kicking your feet.
“Alright, we’re about to start going crazy on a Diesel, luv, so I got to talk to ya later. Love you.” he says as he smooches exactly twice before hanging up. Tangerine cringes every time he hears that while you’re on the other side of the world being completely smitten by it.
Speaking of Tangerine, after he first met you, Lemon was gushing to him about how he literally can’t handle the fact that he had finally found a proper Edward type (cinnamon roll that does no wrong and only brings love and light to the world).
“Bruv, I’m telling you, I am going to marry this person. I dunno when, I dunno how, but it’s gonna happen,” he says to Tangerine as he is absolutely blowing out brains like it’s nothing.
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a/n: I love our sweet citrus boy so much. I know it’s a lil short but I got work in the morning and it’s already midnight in this neck of the woods so I hope you enjoyed!
#bullet train#lemon x reader#lemon bullet train#lemon#brian tyree henry#bullet train imagine#lemon headcanon#bullet train headcanons#bullet train fic#bullet train x reader#aaron taylor johnson#lemon and tangerine#lemon imagine#lemon fic#my writing#asks#anon my beloved
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co-workers || tangerine
tangerine x female reader (assassin)
summary: "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago."
warnings: language, violence, fighting, injuries, blood, weapons
word count: 3.4k ; angst, fluff
tangerine masterlist
rocking back and forth on your heels you patiently wait for the bullet train to zip into the shinagawa station. the platform was moderately busy, people dressed for various occasions. some in sophisticated work uniforms, kids bopping along with their school bags, and some dressed for a night out. you, however, were not.
sporting a black jacket, long sleeve turtleneck, leggings, sneakers, and a black bag you could've faded into the growing dark sky but here you are illuminated by the neon lights of the platform begrudgingly watching the bullet train's head lights fly past as it rolled into the station.
you were ordered to be here by your employer at the request of the white death. something about his son and a briefcase of money that needed some extra eyes watching over. apparently, the white death had some gut intuition about the two unnamed men he had hired for the job and wanted your skills onboard. your employer gave you very little detail about what to expect, no description of the briefcase, a grainy photo sent via email of the white death's son who had horrid face tattoos in your personal opinion, and when asked about the men already tasked to the mission your employer replied, 'eh two guys both kind of weird' and left it at that.
you boarded the train and stood near the doors, tight lipped smiling at those who walked by, waiting for the entryway to be clear. kneeling you pulled a small revolver out of a false bottom in the bag and slipped it into an inside pocket of your jacket, next pulling extra rounds and stuffing them into the other available pocket. you fumbled with a small piece of crumbled paper telling you to go to car three and a seat number that the son should be at.
quietly making your way to car three you re-patted your now stuffed pockets, adjusting your jacket and hair to relieve any sort of budding nerves. that is until you noticed the two kind of weird guys your employer told you about.
"well, can spot that fitted suit from a fuckin' city away" the two men stood in front of you who were deep in conversation snapped their necks towards you.
"well darling, and i'd spot that shit box dyed hair from the other side of the fuckin' earth" you couldn't help your arm raising to touch your long, and well dyed hair, at tangerine's rebuttal.
you tried to hide the laugh that threatened to break through as the three of you stood quiet for a few seconds following his comment. lemon broke first pushing past his brother to embrace you in a hug, "haven't see you in a minute, was beginning to get worried."
the three of you knew each other quite well, hell, the three of you lived together for a while. you had been under tangerine and lemon's employer for a long time but shit happens and it was best you found a new employer. lemon was more talkative and affectionate of the two, constantly talking your ear off and giving you hugs whenever he saw you, strictly friends though. tangerine, well, not affectionate and not talkative. it took a while for tangerine to mutter more than five words to you for the longest time. being outright friendly just isn't his nature and you can't fault him for that. the twins cared about you deeply, you knew lemon did within a week. tangerine took more time. it wasn't at the flip of a switch, it was gradual, perhaps may be even more natural.
it was a culmination of things that made you realize the rough man cared and appreciated you. like how after a job the three of you would go eat, you would jokingly (but also quite seriously) say how you were still starving. tangerine would slip you some of his food, 'not that hungry' he'd shrug. or how on missions he unconsciously used himself as a shield for your protection. or when he would come back from being out, holding a plastic bag in hand. 'saw these figured you might need 'em' plopping the bag in front of your seated position at the kitchen table and continued walking before you could comment on the new clothes that replaced the ones recently destroyed on a job.
or how days before you left the previous employer, you, tangerine, lemon, and an additional guy were assigned to a job that did not go so smoothly. it really was no one's fault, no one could've predicted how many men were hiding in the warehouse. each of you sported numerous injuries and lost many weapons but still completed the job. you and the other assassin were alone sitting on the floor when he suddenly started berating you. saying how shit you were as an assassin, spewing hatred and profanities amongst other vile things. you had no energy to fight back, 'maybe you're right' is all you could muster before getting up and searching for a secluded place to sleep for the night. you had awoken from your sleep hours later to the sound of a gunshot, wandering until you found someone.
'tangerine, what was that? i heard a gunshot' you asked the man who was promptly walking away from scaffolding towers.
he looked at you quizzically wiping his hands on his trousers, 'i think you might have been dreaming darlin'' all you could do was rub your head in confusion, 'let's get you back to bed, love.' the next morning only three of you returned from the mission.
"i've missed you, lemon," you smiled pulling away, holding his shoulders to look at him.
you and tangerine exchanged small nods, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips. you turned towards the figure seated beside the men stepping to stand in front of who you assume to be the white death's son. to say something seemed off was an understatement. you gently grabbed the ends of his open jacket bobbing his head back.
"what the fuck?!" you jerked back dropping your grip as his body slumped forward. an older woman a few seats up shushed you.
"what the fuck?!" you whispered harshly at the twins, bug-eyed gesturing rapidly at the dead body in front of you.
"ask fuckin' percy over here," tangerine pointed to lemon.
"i'm not percy?! okay yeah i lost the case but i didn't kill the kid."
"well lemon, if you didn't have the brilliant fucking idea to stash the case, we would've been sat our squeaky fuckin' asses down in the seat not havin' to get up. young. sweet. not all there." tangerine hissed back, poking at lemon's forehead to emphasize.
mildly entertained by the twins infamous banter you sat down watching the two go back and forth before tangerine swiveled towards you both hands flat, palms up, pointing at you, "and no disrespect love, but why the hell are you here?"
"to babysit essentially. i'm here to make sure you two do your job and by the looks of it you done fucked that up. what an honor it will be to be ripped limb by limb by the white death with you idiots."
the three of you sat deliberating what the hell to do next and tried figuring out who else is on this train taking interest in the briefcase and the son. tangerine cleaned up the boy's face with his handkerchief and adorned his face with momonga glasses to hide the fact that he's well...dead.
the twins decided it would be effective splitting up and checking the train cars for the briefcase.
"ill stay here," you spoke as the two men grabbed their things to investigate the train.
"what?" tangerine asked eyebrows knotting together.
"i'll stay here. i'll see if anyone comes back for him," gesturing towards the limp body, "besides, my mission is a bit different. i'm not supposed to be seeking danger. if it comes my way then i can step in."
tangerine smooth out his moustache inhaling deeply seeming to oppose you being here by yourself.
"okay well, right then." lemon nodded stalking off down the train.
tangerine hesitated looking down at you in the seat.
"i'll be okay."
that is until ten minutes later a man sat across from you, "hi. there's a gun under this table."
"shhh," you hissed, "this is the quiet car babes."
the man in the hat and glasses took a moment to look over your shoulder at the sign, you took this opportunity to grab his hand, that held no gun, underneath the table yanking his body forward, table smashing into his shoulder.
"who the hell are you." you questioned, still holding onto his hand.
"ladybug. johannesburg, remember? your buddy shot me after you baited me to the parking garage?"
"so you're after the twins?" you asked ignoring what he said.
"the twins have a briefcase i need. i'm really not looking for trouble here miss, i just want to get the hell off this train and go meditate." he sighed taking his free hand through his longer hair.
"so you took the damn briefcase." you released his hand and brought your foot up to kick him in the groin. while he was hunched over in pain you stood up launching towards him to put him in a headlock, "where's the case."
"look lady," he sputtered, "i really don't want to hurt you."
ladybug punched your forearms to loosen your grip and when you didn't budge, he turned his head to bite your wrist.
"what the fuck!" you yelped springing back. he took this moment to sweep your legs out from underneath you. you hit the floor with a loud thud, the ache in your shoulder radiating down your arm. he leaned over your body giving you a weak smile and in return you kicked him in the face, blood instantly pouring out of his nose.
"shit balls!" he exclaimed. you clamored to your feet and started running throughout the bullet train. ladybug's steps got closer and closer and that's when you felt a burning hot sensation on the back of your shoulder. your movement immediately stopped, groaning as you reached for the knife in your back pulling it out.
"prick." you hissed turning around to face the man. your arm swiped in front of his face, the blade making a whooshing noise in the air. you managed to clip the side of his cheek.
thankfully the car the two of you were now fighting in was not occupied. he gripped your arm throwing you against the wall and stalked towards you. you stashed the blade in your pocket, shrugging your jacket to the ground, opting to fight him with your fists. you dodged the first hit and returned him a hit in the jaw. he staggered and taking advantage of his lower stance punched you in the stomach.
"i don't like hurting women." ladybug exasperated as the two of you continued fighting, punches being thrown, skin being split, bodies flying across the car.
"seems like you're in the wrong line of work, dumbass," you gripped the back of his head slamming his face into the top of one of the seats. the crack you heard made you wince. ladybug's forehead was split, blood running down his face into his eye.
it was obvious his physical state was weakening. he swallowed deeply, eyes flickering to a spot beyond you. before you realized what was happening, ladybug was running towards your jacket where the knife was. he managed to grab it and came barreling towards you. once again the battle was back on. the knife dancing between you two as its ownership changed frequently. you and ladybug were a panting mess with new cuts decorating your bodies. this old piece of shit wouldn't let up. you were becoming exhausted and you needed this to end somehow. the two of you were both on the floor, the blade in your hand. you knew you didn't have enough stamina for another round of fighting, the cuts scattering your body were aching, the large stab wound to your shoulder was now numb. instead, you sliced the closest things to you that would cause the most damage.
his achilles.
ladybug screamed out in pain, shaking hands wrapping themselves around his ankles in some attempt to soothe the sheering pain. you stood, looking over the man, the blood from the knife dripping onto your shoe. you stepped around his cradled body, making your way up the train. tangerine hasn't come past yet meaning he is still ahead. the door swished open but you'd only make it one step in before crumbling to the ground.
immediately you started hyperventilating from the intense pain that seemed to hit every nerve in your body. blinking rapidly as you scooted yourself against the wall. then you felt it. a warm sensation running down your skin, your clothes feeling wet. blood. your body was shaking, open lips huffed out puffs of breath. slowly and carefully, you looked back at ladybug.
your gun in his hands.
he must have grabbed it when he retrieved the knife in your abandoned jacket. fucking stupid.
ahead in the train tangerine heard a faint noise, but nonetheless he knew it was a gunshot. he slicked back his hair and removed his gun from his waistband. he carefully entered each train car, observing anything out of the ordinary. the door in front of him opened and his step faltered when he saw a black sneaker, and then a leg, and then the body as his eyes raked up the slumped figure.
he dropped to his knees, gun now on the floor, "hey tan," you croaked.
"bloody hell," he sighed, his eyes darting across your entire body.
"stop checking me out i don't look my best," you tried joking. tangerine didn't seem amused as he noticed your torn clothes, bloody face, your hair matted with blood.
"that old bag of bones can really fight. but he took a cheap shot when my back was to him," you finally answered. you lifted the hem of your shirt to show tangerine the bullet hole in your lower stomach above your hip.
"jesus," he muttered swallowing thickly. he seemed stunned to see you in this condition. he also seemed lost on what to do. his eyes wouldn't stop looking you over, his hands unconsciously went to your face brushing your hair out of your eyes.
"tangerine stop fucking staring at her we need to help her," lemon had found the two of you. his voice booming causing tangerine to snap out of his daze.
lemon pushed him to the side, immediately coming to your aid. he worked with what he could find. your shallow cuts weren't important. the wound to your shoulder would need stitches later on. the entrance and exit wound of the bullet was causing the biggest issue as you had lost a decent amount of blood from it. lemon continued to do his best as you sat there eyelids half open.
tangerine was silent, more silent than ever before, as if he were stuck in a trance. you slowly moved your fingers towards his hand that was resting on the floor. two of your fingers wrapped around his pinky jerking him out of his trance. this somehow sparked something in him as he shot up from the floor, grabbing his gun making sure it was loaded and set off on a mission you could only assume to be to find ladybug.
your lips pulled down in a frown as he left. you wanted him here. his presence, his touch, his whatever. any semblance of that cocky man you wanted next to you for comfort. you knew you were going to be okay, you were weak right now but the thought of him beside you somehow made you believe you would feel stronger.
lemon let out a soft chuckle as he finished securing cloth to your wound, "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago."
you slapped his arm, "fuck off."
lemon and you agreed you need to rest, he helped you to sit in an empty seat, propping you against the window.
"alright, now, if anything serious happens i will text you alright. in the meantime, sit here and wait till we come get you, you hear me?" lemon demanded.
sometime had passed and you noticed less and less people on the platforms boarding the train. it was too quiet. your stomach was telling you something was off. you winced in pain as you gripped the armrest to stand up. a bit wobbly but you managed to put one foot in front of the other. as you continued you heard voices close by. the doors to one of the cars was open by bags tripping the sensors. you saw a young girl in pink standing looking scared and him. the greasy haired prick who shot you. he still had your gun in his hand pointed at someone.
tangerine.
"fuck." thankfully you held onto the knife and before he could notice you moving towards their train car you brought your arm over your head, swinging forward, releasing the knife. it lodged itself below ladybug's collarbone. he yelped out in pain stumbling a bit and that's when his finger hit the trigger.
"you bastard," tangerine hissed as the bullet hit his leg.
you took this opportunity while the men were distracted and ran towards ladybug. you propelled yourself onto him, spinning and wrapping your legs around his neck, you removed the blade from his chest and stuck it in the base of his neck.
"you don't touch him," you spit at the man as he crumbled to the ground.
the girl was long gone. now facing tangerine you noticed all the bruises and blood on him, drenched in sweat. his curly hair now laying across his forehead. his jacket long gone leaving him in a white button down that was criminally low on his chest and a vest. you couldn't help but check him out.
he started to say your name but you cut him off, hugging him tightly around his neck, knocking the wind out of him. he hesitated a moment before firming wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking his head into your hair. after a few minutes he pulled back, sliding his hands to your waist to look at you. you held onto tangerine's elbows as his eyes wandered your face.
"darlin'," he started, "i'm- i'm sorry i didn't do anything when i found ya."
you chuckled through your nose, "tan. i'm fine."
"you're injured n' i didn't do anything except fuckin' look at you." he shook his head in disgust.
"tangerine," you said firmly placing your hands on his chest, "stop. i am fine. i am okay. we all react differently to seeing our friends hurt."
"friends, " he half laughed, "you realize i don't see you as a friend."
you paused, hands loosening their grip on his arms. god, you were dumb to think you were even friends. you're coworkers, hell at this point maybe even acquaintances, its been five months since you lived with them. all you could mutter was a shaky 'oh.'
tangerine laughed, "you know love, you can really be dense sometimes."
your mouth formed an 'o' trying to figure out what to say next, "dense?"
"love, i've wanted you the moment you almost sniped my head off in vienna." tangerine chuckled, moving hair out of your face. you couldn't look at him instead you toyed with his open shirt, fingers brushing against his hot skin.
"i guess i am kinda dumb right? should've put the pieces together when you killed anyone who was mean to me." you smiled.
he leaned down gently placing a kiss on your lips. you immediately kissed back, tasting the metallic flavor of the blood that was on his lower lip. your nails ran across his scalp sending a shiver down his spine. tangerine gripped your lower back harder, minding the wound, to bring you in as close as physically possible.
tangerine pulled away from the kiss, bringing his mouth to your ear, "by the way darlin', you spinning around on his neck and what you said was really hot."
"then i suggest we get the fuck off this train soon and i'll show you the move personally."
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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons Two
Since part one had such an explosive response (over 1K notes HOLY MOLY!), I've put some time aside to draft a few more saucy headcanons regarding the King of Hell. I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT
The Royal bedroom is a great place to have a good time, but he's developed a bit of an appetite for variety over the eons, so if you're open he'd love to show you some other fun places to enjoy yourselves. It's no surprise that gardens are among his favorite spots for a quick tryst, due in no small part to personal experience, and he's had the Royal Gardens tended and laid out in such a way as to ensure there are more than a few comfortable little groves to hide in. If he plans to use one in particular for a romantic evening alone, he'll even go ahead and get it extra cozy in advance, laying out silken mats and pillows beside baskets of wine and treats to enjoy a night of indulgence together.
- He's quite at ease in the air, even when supporting the full weight of a partner, so if you're not afraid of heights... He knows all the most scenic and private skyscapes of Hell, and can guarantee the two of you won't be disturbed while he makes love to you in the clouds. With his significant experience, he can even remain aloft indoors, making an airborne quickie in the bedroom quite a regular occurrence. There's just something about having your arms around him as the two of you float weightlessly above it all that always gets him going.
- He can shapeshift any part of his body, just so you know... Sure, he manages more than fine with what he's got, but he loves mixing things up once in a while if you're down. Not only can he assume any size or form that exists, he can create whole new ones, and he thoroughly enjoys letting his creativity run a little wild. Any length, any thickness, any shape, it's all possible with a mere snap of his fingers. If you're unopposed to tentacles, or even multiple tentacles, he has ample practice on that front too.
- Making requests of his own isn't something he'll do often, but he does have one that he'll make with ample regularity, and that's for you to please sit on his face. There's just something about being completely devoted to servicing you that just gets him absolutely feral, and he can't even describe how much he enjoys it. You enjoy it too, but be warned, that level of passion from an Arch-Angel can be more than a little overwhelming. Having his hands grasping your thighs and his tongue working as if you're the last and greatest thing he'll ever taste can result in ecstasy great enough to knock one senseless, though it's always well worth it.
- As much as he enjoys fast, feral sex and the struggle to remove clothing quick enough to satiate oneself, he's also quite the fan of taking it slow on occasion. In particular, he loves to undress you piece by piece in a steady build up. You'll often find yourself in front of a mirror as he does so, as he loves to show you exactly what he adores about your body whilst he reveals you, and he'll get very handsy to emphasize his points. Though he can have his own clothes off with a wave of magic, he'll love it if you do something similar for him. The anticipation he feels with every undone golden button is enough to have him quivering by the time he's fully undressed.
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