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iliketangerines · 2 months

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Bi-Han can and WILL put you in a headlock during sex. Specifically so he can growl degrading remarks into your ear through labored breaths.

you have me in a chokehold

a/n: i gotchu cutie, and anon, you are so right. i can't stop thinking about it now

pairing: dom!bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), choking kink, pussy eating, finger fucking, overstimulation, slight bondage, slight breeding kink

you can’t really think at all, not with the way that Bi Han’s cock is dragging in and out of your sensitive and drooling cunt

he had been fucking into you for what felt like forever, never speeding up and only leaving teasing feather light touches on your clit

your mind was a puddle at the moment as your mouth blabbers out incomprehensible pleas for him to fuck into you

he just whispers that he is fucking you, punctuating his point with a rough thrust into your pussy that has you whining and clenching down on him

your legs are hooked over his, so you’re unable to close your legs, and your arms are tied behind your back, preventing you from touching yourself to try and please yourself

Bi Han’s fingers dig into your waist, leaving bruises on your skin with how tight he grips you

he drags you up and down his thick cock, relishing in the way you beg and whine for him to fuck into you faster like a desperate whore

he brings one of his arms up, wrapping and pressing his arm firmly into your neck, and you let out a choked moan as he cuts off your airflow

his action begins you flush to his chest, and you whine as he thrusts up into your pussy faster, abusing that sweet spot inside of you that has your cunt dripping even more

your mind spins at the lack of oxygen, and he brings his mouth close to your ear to degrade you

he tells you you’re such a whore for enjoying being choked like, that you’re such a slut for opening your legs for others and your pussy tightens around his cock

his grip tightens, and you whine at the feeling of his bicep pressing into your throat

he chuckles darkly into your ear, telling you that you’d like it if he whored you out to the foot soldiers, that you’d like it if you were just a hole for them, nothing but a cumdump for when they needed to blow off some steam

you keen and cum on Bi Han’s cock, your sweetness drenching his dick and dripping onto the bedroom floor

Bi Han grunts angrily as his hips thrust into you even faster, mocking you at how you came on his cock from just choking you

if he had known it would be so easy to make you cum, he would’ve done this earlier, and you whine as his cock pummels into you

his hand reaches down and rubs at your clit in fast tight circles, your hips jerk against him, sensitive from not being touched

he growls in your ear to stay still for him, slapping at the inside of your thigh harshly before returning his fingers to your puffy clit

even through the haze, you can tell Bi Han is getting close with the way his dick twitches inside of you and his breaths grow shorter and his words grow more curt

he pinches your clit, and it’s enough to send you over the edge, your vision going white as you clench down on Bi Han’s thick cock and cream on his dick

Bi Han groans and cums inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms until they both die down

Bi Han releases you from his arms and settles his hands back on your waist, squeezing at it as you lean on Bi Han’s plush chest

you pant, tired and sensitive, and you whine as Bi Han’s fingers continue to rub slow circles into your sensitive clit, and you rut into him once more

Bi Han grunts in your ear about how insatiable you are and picks you up off his cock and throws you onto the bed on your back

your arms are uncomfortably pressed into your back, but you don’t have an opportunity to think about that as Bi Han shoves his fingers into your mouth and tells you to suck

you obediently do so as his other hand rubs at your clit

when he slips his fingers out of your mouth, there’s a string of drool connecting the two, and you watch his through lidded eyes as he gets close to your cunt, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pinning your hips to the bed with his thick arm

he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh before biting it roughly, and you yelp at the pain as he presses a soothing tongue at the bite mark

he continues that for a few minutes, biting your thighs and pressing soothing licks to the sensitive skin as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter

soon, you’re whining for him to please touch you clit, please you need it so much

he hums and finally relents from the meat of your thighs and presses his nose into your clit and fucks you on his tongue

he moans at the taste of his cum mixing with yours, and you moan as the vibrations send shocks of pleasure shooting through you

he flicks and hums around your clit, and you can’t help but whine and grind your hips into his face as he slowly brings you to an orgasm

Bi Han presses the flat of his tongue into your clit firmly, eyes lidded as he stares at the way you react as he pleasures you

he brings his hand up, sliding a finger into your drooling cunt, fucking you on his fingers and shoving whatever cum was left in you even deeper

he slowly brings you to an orgasm, it’s a delicious torture as you go over the edge, moaning as he continues to fuck you on his fingers and suck on your clit

but it becomes too much, as little bursts of pain spark through you as he continues fucking you on his fingers

your legs twitch, and your hips buck away

but his arm keeps you on the bed, forcing you take the pleasure that he gives you, and he closes his eyes as he focuses on the sweet taste of you

he makes you come over and over again on his fingers, never letting up and continuing to wrack your body with pleasure

tears prick at your eyes, and you beg him to stop, wiggling frantically in his hold

but he ignores you and keeps on licking at you until you give up and let him send jolts and pleasure and pain sparking up your spine

your mind is hazy and dry tear tracks stain your face as he brings you to another orgasm, and you can barely whine at the stimulation

he lets go of your hips, and he comes up to kiss you

you whimper in his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he grinds his hard cock into your abused pussy, collecting the juices on his cock

he slides into your cunt, and you whimper at the stretch as he fucks into you

he places a hand around your throat and presses light, watching at how your eyes glaze over in pleasure and listening to your broken moans

it’s all you need to cum, your pussy clenching down on his thick cock and your eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of pleasure

it’s all Bi Han needs to, seeing the way you’re nothing but a limp doll in his hands as he fucks you through both of your orgasms

even as his cock softens inside of your, he stays inside of you, moving the both of you to your side, so he can keep his cum plugged inside of you

he quickly unties the rope holding your arms together and rubs the blood back into your arms and shoulders

he rubs a hand over your stomach and kisses your neck as you fall asleep quickly, tired and mind swimming from all the orgasms he had given you

he falls asleep soon as well, cradling your stomach carefully in his hands and murmuring a soft ‘i love you’ into your ear

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darth-sonny · 7 months

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Placing a little berry so gently in front of kirby rn

berry received, berry accepted

#the little berry is the size of a tangerine in kirby's hands #tmnt #rottmnt #rise leo #kirby tag #prime leo au #my art #sonny draws #sonny answers

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professionallydeadinside · 4 months

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i feel like .. ladybug would melt (literally) if he got anything that resembled a compliment

like even a fucking "wow ur not as dumb as i thought" would just

oop now hes a melted goop on the floor !

He's just a little touch starved.......a little in need of a compliment.......

#ladybug bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangybug #tangbug #bullet train #my art #fanart #answered #doodles

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little-tangerines · 11 months

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Afton family, have people mimicked your British accents?

its all about whos the one mocking, i guess

#fnaf #william afton #mrs afton #elizabeth afton #evan afton #little tangerines comic #ask #yeah no page this week but i got some answers done yay #exams are going somewhat alright so far but its only the beginning......... bleh

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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I feel like Tangerine is awful at cooking. Like really really bad. He and reader are trying to cook dinner together, and reader has to basically be the one thing between Tangerine and setting the house on fire. He asks if they're laughing and him and reader's like "whattttttt of course not" but their face is twisted so hard from trying not to laugh that they look weird

you're either on the 'tangerine is an amazing cook' side or the 'tangerine has never set foot in a kitchen in his life' side. i am the former, but you're so valid. also went a bit off prompt with this sorryyyy

GN!Reader x Tangerine (rated M bc somehow I still managed to mention sex lmfao)

also Tangerine is English so he canonically eats at Spoons xoxo

@honestlywtfisgoingon @white-wolf-buckaroo @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway @georgiee-riviere @mushywutty @piechans @apieceoffabulousshit @4ng3l-0n-34rth @minjaz @starl1g4t @earth-elemental18 @luhvbot @underratedboogeyman @july-is-summer@vocalvixen20cp @northerngalxy @tangerinesgf (thanku ninasrandomblog for the gif!)

It’s a lazy Sunday. You’re having a lie-in, exhausted from celebrating your husband’s return last night. It’s always nice when Tangerine gets home a day early. A little surprise that keeps you thrilled.

He’d practically thrown open the door, striding through the house and pinning you up against the wall. His mouth was hot and rough on yours, expressing just how much he hated being away from you.

“Tan!” you’d gasped against his lips, finally freeing yourself for air. He didn’t let himself break contact with you. Instead he started kissing down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Missed you,” he’d growled into your skin, “fuck, I haven’t had you in so long. I need you.”

Well, it had been two weeks. But even two weeks felt like a lifetime when they were away from him. And your own hand during that time was no match for the feeling of his.

So, you’d spend the rest of the day in bed.

And then on the sofa.

And once bent over the dining table, actually.

And now you’re content in the knowledge that he’s home and safe, and there’s nothing to worry about for a little while, and–

Oh, fuck. You can smell smoke.

The downstairs alarm starts going off a couple of seconds after you register it yourself. In a storm of blankets and pillows you throw yourself out of bed and hurry down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Tan! There’s a fire! There’s a fucking fi–”

There is not, in fact, a fire.

What is there? Your husband, at the stove top, swearing colourfully at some burnt remains in the frying pan he’s brandishing.

Ahh.

“Fucking eggs!�� he shouts, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You roll your eyes behind his back, then take over.

“Omelette?” you ask, surveying the scene. It’s a warzone in here. You’re not sure how he’s used five bowls and seven forks in his culinary exploits, but he’s managed it. Eggshells are strewn about the place too. One’s broken on the floor.

“French toast,” he sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. You glance at the blackened mess in the pan and wonder just how he fucked this up so badly.

Ah, bless him. It’s not his fault. He confided in you, once, that when he was a child he never really ate much that didn’t come out of the freezer and go in the oven for twenty minutes. When you first started going out you’d found that he sustained himself almost entirely on a diet of Pot Noodles and microwaveable pastas. You had to change that, of course. And it was never a chore to you to cook for someone that you loved. So you’d divided yourself into that domestic bliss that many couples found: you cooked, he did the washing up.

“You could have asked me, you know. I’d have done it,” you say, dumping the pan into a freshly-run bowl of washing up water. Tangerine won’t look you in the eye.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

Oh. Oh.

You walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. They always work to leech the anger out of him. Soon you feel his body release its tension, and he rests his hands on your waist.

“Shall we just go to Spoons?” you ask, gently. He sighs.

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“You’re gonna make me clean this up, aren’t you?”

“Oh, probably.”

“Fuck.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #answered #request

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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love the whole bullet proof universe!!, saw your post about young tan and maybe you could write something about first meeting/those couple years of pining/getting together. i live for that stuff

omg yes! i went for pining :) i like the idea of writing the first meeting, though! maybe in the future...

Bullet Proof Masterlist

Taglist: loves: @venusthepirate @shadows-of-nyx @syd-vixious @thefloatingpickle @sallyp-53 @fictionalcomforts @s-hanster @the-bisaster @phoenixhits @wee-little-mouse @cupofstarss @eefos @slut-f0r-u @kpopgirlbtssvt

Warnings: explicit language, violence, death, pining, slight angst

professional casualties

“Be safe,” is what you end up saying every time you want to tell him you love him. It’s not a confession, not the “I love you” that you want to scream at him, not the “get home safe” that you could probably get away with. You stopped denying these things a long time ago. You can’t get him out of your mind, the way he smiles at Lemon when he doesn’t think anyone else is watching, and the way his eyes are always cunning, always hunting and grey.

“I always am,” is his response every time, a grin on his face as he gives you a two-fingered salute. You’ll watch him walk away until he’s out of your eyesight, and whatever deep-colored suit he’s wearing will take the clean smell of his cologne with him. The gun in his waistband is hidden from everyone else, but you know it’s there, protecting him.

It never gets easier, saying goodbye. You thought it would be at this point, having worked with him for so long. You’re coming up on two years of working with Lemon and Tangerine on odd jobs here and there, but it’s more recently that you’ve noticed how often they’ve been asking you to join them on their jobs. This is the third one in a month, and you don’t know why it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye.

It’s the end of a job, and you have to go back to your silent flat where there’s nothing waiting for you except for an empty fridge and cold floors. Lemon wasn’t on this one, so it was just you and Tangerine up against the others. It wasn’t a hard job, nothing Tan couldn’t have done by himself, but it was nice to spend time with him. After the bloodshed of this weekend, you don’t really want to let him walk away. You want to go home with him, to be a source of comfort in his life, not someone he only knows as a killer. That, however, takes a lot of nerve that you don’t have. It’s better to be his work accomplice or his friend than to be nothing at all.

The walk home is longer than you want it to be. With blood staining your clothes and dripping down your wrists. You instinctively scratch at the dried blood that crusts your face as you shove open your front door. It opens with a groan, protesting against your weight. You’re used to it at this point, having lived at this flat for a few months. It’s an absolute shithole, with a leaking sink and water stains on the ceiling, and it doesn’t really have any special meaning to you. It’s not even safe most of the time, hence the various alarm systems that ring in your ears as soon as the front door cracks open.

Slowly, you make your way to the panel where your alarms are set and enter the code. The alarms stop and the relief of silence fills the small room. In a daze, you go through the motions of taking your overcoat off, putting your weapons in their designated places, and changing into more comfortable clothes. You don’t really have the brainpower to shower right now, and you’re used to the feeling of blood drying on your skin: it’s not as uncomfortable as it used to be, at least.

You can’t help but notice the way your hands are shaking, which in itself isn’t that weird following a job, but usually, they’re steadier by now. You chalk it up to the fast pace of the mission, but deep down you know what it really is. There was a moment, brief and fleeting, during the job when things had been going pretty badly. You were on the second floor of the building, holding off one of the guards, while Tangerine was on the floor below, fighting the two others. For a moment, lost your eyesight of him, and all you could hear was the various sounds of fighting. Then, a gunshot.

You’re a professional. Under almost any other circumstances, you know how to stay calm, and how to avoid panicking. But this was different. For a terrifying moment, you didn’t know if Tangerine was okay, which isn’t out of the ordinary. You should be completely used to the idea of his death, and you’re not even with him on all of his jobs. However, the idea of him bleeding out beneath you was completely unbearable. Without thinking, you finished off the guard you were fighting with a knife to the throat and tripped down the stairs, rushing over bodies and weapons to find a figure standing over two bodies.

They turned around and you were met with clear grey eyes and a furrowed brow. “What are you doing, love?” he asked, a grin creeping onto his face. “Were you worried about me?”

You had denied it, of course, but you couldn’t get it out of your head, the vision of him with blood pouring out of an open wound. The possibility that, for a moment, Tangerine was hurt haunted you, and it still does, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You’re pouring water into your tea kettle when your phone rings. Strangely, it’s not your work phone, which is unusual. With a groan, you reach for it, swiping across the screen at the unknown number. “Hello?” you ask, holding the phone up with your shoulder. With your free hands, you start the sink and scrape the blood out from under your nails.

“Did you get home safe?” a familiar voice asks. Tangerine’s never called you after a job before. Sure, he’s brisque and the point, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“I did,” you answer. “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he replies shortly. Then, in a softer tone, he asks, “Is- are you safe?”

“I’m at my flat,” you say instead of answering the question. Because you’re not really safe here, you never really are.

“Yeah, I fucking know that,” Tangerine sighs, “But are you safe? I can’t have you getting caught on my ass.”

“Let me guess,” you grab one of your mugs and pour the tea, “I’m a liability because I’ve seen your face.”

His voice is dry when he responds, but you can hear the trace elements of tiredness seeping through. Somewhere in the background, you hear the low hum of the television and Lemon’s voice. “Yes.”

“So sweet of you,” you respond sarcastically. “I can’t believe I have such a gentleman looking after me.” You take your tea and head to the bedroom, placing it down on your dresser and flopping down onto your bed.

“Hey now,” he chides, “I’m a fucking gentleman. Or, at least, I know how to pretend to be one. Right, love?”

You hum noncommittedly and turn your phone on speaker so that you can put it off to the side. “I would need more evidence.”

“You’ve got plenty,” he protests, “I held the door for you the other day.”

“I was fucking shot in the leg, you didn’t have a choice.” You still have the bandage wrapped around your thigh from where a bullet grazed it. You know how to take a shot and how to fight with an injury.

“Yeah, well I never curse in front of kids,” he attempts to defend. “That’s gentlemanly of me.”

“You cursed in front of children yesterday. A whole fucking rant in front of that poor little boy. I wouldn’t say that that makes you a gentleman.”

“I apologized though.”

“Doesn’t matter if you traumatized him,” you state matter-of-factly. “Still counts,” he says. “I should probably let you go, then. It’s getting late.” You don’t even know what time it is, but based on the moonlight beaming in from the small window, he’s right. You never sleep well on jobs, or when you come back from them, but you might as well try.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Call me if you have another job you need my help with.”

“I will,” he promises. You’re about to hang up when he continues, “Actually, Lemon and I were thinking about adding you to our team permanently. I- we- like having you around.”

“You do?” you ask quietly, turning onto your side and curling under your covers.

“I swear to God, don’t make me fucking say it again,” Tangerine groans. “We want to work with you. Is that so fucking hard to believe?”

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

“I will,” you promise. You hold up the phone and pull the covers over your head, thinking about his voice. It’s a dangerous thing, seeing more of him. It certainly won’t make things easier for you, and you know that he’ll find out about how you feel. There’s only so long you can hide behind phone calls and the thin walls of your flat.

But just the idea of seeing him more makes you want to wake up tomorrow. That’s enough, for now. It has to be.

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

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xo-bug-ox · 1 year

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maybe some fluff with tangerine and a reader who has texture and noise sensitivities?

I'm for sure projecting but it's fine dhsjsj - anon 🍋

OFC MY LOVE <33 So happy to write for smth like this.

New Shirt

Tangerine x reader

Warnings: Texture issue description, noise sensitivity description, please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

Nothing was sitting right with you today. You’d woke up and the universe decided to screw you over that day, sitting pulling at the shirt that seemed to cling in all the wrong places and it was freaking you out to put it simply. You were sat in the living room of your small flat with your boyfriend tangerine, he was tired out of his mind from the mission he’d just come back from and you didn’t feel like bothering him with your issues at this very moment in time.

The two of you sat in silence only the tv playing in the background, as you tugged and fussed with the material that was nipping you and annoying you the tv seemed to get louder and louder. You tried to ignore the sounds before your head snapped up looking at it, “did you turn that up?” You asked eyes darting towards your boyfriend. He shook his head, “you have the remote” he said. He watched your frantic movements as you turned it down hands shaking.

“Love what’s wrong?” He asked sitting up groaning at the pains of his bandaged wounds, “everything sucks” you mumbled not looking up from the remote in your hands, “my shirt is too tight but it’s not usually too tight though! This is my favourite shirt and usually it fits just fine and while I was trying to fix it the tv- god the tv I hate it! It just kept getting louder and louder and it was all I could hear! I want to scream” you were basically sobbing at this point trying to explain what was going on inside your head.

Tangerine was always there to help you through days like this and you knew that of course but he never fully got it, he tried his best to understand what you were going through but he couldn’t, he wasn’t sure how to react watching your break down, “do you want me to get a new shirt?” He asked, “you can wear one of mine” tangerine offered you. You nodded attempting to calm your breathing, “thank you” you mumbled to him, he stood up walking along to your room grabbing one of his shirts that he’d caught you sleeping in before. Just as he was about to leave his eyes caught sight of noise cancelling headphones.

He picked them up inspecting the red headphones that were littered with stickers of things you enjoyed, as he was walking he inspected each of them even spotting a few of his brothers stickers he must have let you use, it brought a small smile to his face before he handed the two items to you, “there you go love” Tangerine said kissing your forehead, “need anything else?” He asked, you shook your head as he sat down. You changed shirts and slipped on the headphones hugging your knees gently. “Love you” you mumbled smiling. He looked over smiling at you, “love you too”

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tangybug · 1 year

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What sexualities do you think the characters of bullet train have

loving this question, but it might be easier to answer “who in bullet train is not bi” lmao. i think someone else answered this question recently and my answers are not very different, but here we go

tangerine: he is gay. to me! i think he’s slept with women and enjoyed it but sexual orientation =/= sexual activity and once he unpacked some of that repression he realized he is gay <3

ladybug: bi with no preference, ladybug strikes me as the kind of guy who’d be pretty much down for anything with anyone.

lemon: bi, but also gray ace/aro. maybe i’m projecting but this is just the vibe… sex and romance don’t interest him all that much if you ask me, which you did

wolf: bi, with a preference for women

the son: gay in a pathetic manner

the prince: bisexual in an evil manner. preference for women

hornet: lesbian

maria: bi. no preference but always tops. oh sorry that wasn’t the question

the white death: bi, preference for women, also very repressed. but lbr he and shigeru definitely barebacked in the snow at one point in their youth. he gave minegishi brain also. oh sorry that wasn’t the question

yuichi: bi, preference for women, but he should stay away from them. love him though

shigeru: simply also bi. no preference

carver: hitting him with the gay beam. mean gay representation lets go

channing tatum: gay.

momomon: lesbian

blue momomon: he/him lesbian

and there you have it

#sorry for answering this so late i typed up my response and then forgot to post it #ask #bullet train #tangerine #ladybug #lemon #the wolf #the son #the prince #the hornet #maria beetle #the white death #yuichi kimura #shigeru kimura #carver #channing tatum #momomon #and so on and so forth

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sluttytangerine · 8 months

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sometimes i will be thinking the most gut-wrenching, heartbreaking things about tangerine. and sometimes i wonder whether he'd cut his sandwiches horizontally or diagonally.

#anyways the answer is diagonal bc he told me himself #thinking #tangerine

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babygirltangerine · 1 year

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bullet train ask game!

a song that reminds you of your favorite character?

are you working on any fics? if so, share a line or two from your wip!

random headcanon?

if you could change one thing about the movie, what would it be and why?

have you read the book? if yes, who’s your favorite character, and why?

if you’ve read the book, what are your favorite and least favorite changes in the movie?

if you’ve read the book, do you prefer it over the movie? why or why not?

how many times have you seen the movie?

did you see it in the theatre?

favorite scene?

favorite line?

favorite plot twist?

favorite major character? favorite minor character?

favorite character design?

favorite ship? favorite rarepair?

favorite death?

which thomas character do you identify with most?

if you could meet any character in real life, who would it be and why? what would you say to them? or do with them?

which character would you hate to meet in real life? why?

if you’ve created a backstory for any of the characters, tell us about it!

canon or fanon? why?

if you read bullet train fanfic, link your favorite!

if you write bullet train fanfic, which fic are you most proud of and why? link it!

if you draw bullet train fanart, which piece are you most proud of and why? link it!

answerer gets to choose a question on this list that they want to answer!

#reblog and send your friends questions lets get talking #or don't. and perish by my blade #oh and tag with #bullet train ask game #so i can stalk your answers #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #ask game #okay character tags. bare with me #tangerine #lemon #ladybug #yuichi kimura #shigeru kimura #the prince #the son #the white death #the hornet #maria beetle

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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I love your writing so much- like literally the first thing I do in the mornings is check if you’ve posted 🩵

Also here to request- I had an idea of maybe the Earthrealm boys ((like liu kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, Kenshi, Tomas, bi-han, and kuai)) all go to a hot springs and invite reader ((it can be male or female)) and they all thought it would going to be segregated by gender but it’s actually like all genders bathe together in the springs- so it’s just a bunch of horny ass guys and reader who’s just a small petite person ((with a busty chest and thick ass thighs 😍))

what i want

a/n: mmmmm, save me earthrealm defenders, save me, save me earthrealm defenders

pairing: liu kang, raiden, kung lao, johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, bi han, kuai liang, tomas x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, nipple play, pregnancy kink, degradation kink, blowjobs, slight bondage, electrostim, overstimulation

the Earthrealm champions settled into the springs, groaning as the warmth enveloped their muscles and surrounded their senses

Kung Lao and Johnny were in the corner talking about something ridiculous, and Kenshi shoots them a glare for splashing the water as Raiden watches on in amusement

Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Bi Han sat in the other corner, simply basking in the heat and taking a break having to lead the Lin Kuei

Liu Kang sat alone as he observed his champions, and he sighed as he sunk a little further into the water, closing his eyes and humming as he relaxed

none of them had any duties for the day and had decided to pamper themselves for the time being, and it was proving a wonderful decision

Liu Kang opens his eyes at the sound of someone entering the hotspring, and he turns around to find you wrapped in a white towel

the hot springs go quiet as you enter and give out an apology about how you couldn’t find the location and that you got turned around

you slip off your towel and fold it neatly before stepping into the springs, giving them a view of your plush chest and toned legs

your stomach slightly bulges out, and Liu Kang wants to do nothing more than grip onto the soft flesh and pepper kisses onto it

the god smiles as you settle in the water right next to him, and he feels a flush creep up on his face when you let out an appreciative moan at the heat

you talk Liu Kang’s ear off about something, but he can’t really hear you, not with the way he can still see your chest and legs submerged in the water

and your skin is unmarked, only a few minor scars littering here and there as a testament to your training, and Liu Kang wants to kiss and suck hickeys into your skin

he wants to see your skin marked in his bitemarks and know that he was the one who did that

he wants to grab onto your hips and dig his fingertips in to see bruises bloom and wants you to know that he had put them there

he can imagine how you’d sound, high-pitched and whiny as you beg him to cum, and Liu Kang hopes that the red flush on his body can be passed as the hot springs

in the corner, Kung Lao and Johnny look over at you and quiet their conversation to admire your body and all its toned muscle

your neck is bare and soft, and they want to sink their teeth into the flesh and show to the world that you are spoken for

your legs are plush and toned, and Johnny wants nothing more than to have them squeezed around his head

he wants to taste you, please you, watch you squirm as your hand grips into his hair, and you let out pitiful whines as your hips buck into his face

Kung Lao wants to grab your chest, pinch and roll the nipples between his fingers and listen to you yelp as he nips at your chest and sucks on your chest

he wants to fuck you, breed you with his heirs and watch your stomach round out

he wants to watch the cum leak out of your abused hole and them push it back in with his fingers as you whine from the overstimulation

Kenshi and Raiden can’t help themselves from having their eyes roam over you as well

Raiden wants to have you on top of him, riding him as he holds onto your waist and bounces you on his thick cock

he thinks you’d look so pretty all fucked-out and drooling as you lose your senses when he shocks your most sensitive parts with electricity

he wants to have you desperate for him as you blabber out incoherent nonsense as he fucks up into you and teases you with his fingers

Kenshi bites his lip as he imagines how you’d look on your knees, plush lips wrapped around his cock as you bob your head up and down

he’d grip onto your hair and move you up and down when you get too slow, and he wants to push your face down until your nose buries into his pelvis

he wants to watch tears stream down your face as you gag and moan around his cock, and he wants to fuck into your face and watch your eyes go glassy

you’d swallow his come like a good whore, and he’d drag you up and kiss you as he teases you with your fingers

Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas sit in the corner and watch Liu Kang in jealousy as you talk to Liu Kang about some new project you’re working on

Bi Han wants to drag you away from the god and sit you in his lap, hook your legs over his and spread you so that he can show everyone how he fucks you well

he wants to wrap a hand around your throat and use his other to pinch and tease your nipples

you’d be such a desperate whore, begging to cum as he denies you your release over and over again

he’d cum inside of you over and over again, using you as a cumdump, until there’s a slight bump in your stomach

he’d keep you plugged up with his cum until it takes, and he wants to see you round with his child as he fucks into you

Bi Han think your chest would look pretty all swollen with milk, and he wants to see the milk pearl on your nipples and suck on them as you moan in pleasure

Kuai Liang is thinking no better than Bi Han

he wants to drag you out of of the hotsprings and have you on your knees and tie your hands behind your back as he fucks into you

he'd smack your ass and watch it redden underneath his large hand, and you’d look so pretty drooling and crying as he fucks you

you’d sound so pretty as you cum over and over again, whining that you can’t cum anymore, that it’s too much, but he’d keep fucking you, telling you that pretty little sluts don’t get to decide whether or not they get to cum or not

Tomas squirms in his spot, and he imagines kissing along your scars, worshiping you and your body as you whine and moan for him to do more

he wants to please you, nip at your soft plush thighs and listen to you yelp and have you bury your fingers in his hair

he’d fuck into you slow and deep, making sure to hit all the deepest parts of you as he lavishes you with kisses

he wants to have you fucked-out and cockdrunk as he watches you whine and beg for him to go faster, to please make you cum

he’d give in, but only after he’s had his fun teasing you with his slow thrusts, cock stretching you out deliciously

all of them are snapped out of their stupors when a ringing echoes through the air, and you jump out of the water and grab onto your phone

you answer the call, and the defenders can only stare as the water droplets trail down your soft skin, down your chest, down in between your legs

you clumsily wrap a towel around you with one hand as you wave goodbye to them and thank them for inviting you before walking away

none of them can relax once you’ve left

all they want to do is fuck you

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