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Celebration
Tangerine x F!Reader
Warnings: +18 smut, dirty talk, fluff
Tangerine came back home from a job the previous night, and the minute he and Lemon got off the airport and into his brother’s car the only place Tan could ever think of going to was your flat, and so he did. Lemon left him at your building’s front door and at that moment Tangerine felt like he could finally breathe again. The first thing he did once he entered your flat in the early hours of the morning was to go straight to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. Even though in his tired state he could simply just lie in bed and call it a night, he knew how much you hated when people laid in bed with street clothes or unshowered, so without thinking twice he entered your bathroom and took the warmest shower his body could handle. The last thing he remembered before sleep took over him was going to your bed - in all of his naked glory - and cuddling you tightly in his arms.
After a stressful 12-hour shift at work, the only thing you wanted the most was to get home and sleep. Fuck your 4th anniversary, fuck celebrations, and fuck everybody! Your new boss was a complete asshole and was getting incredibly difficult to find the motivation to get up every morning and face a job that used to be your biggest dream - which undoubtedly now was nothing but a nightmare.
“Fucking asshole! Can’t tell the difference between a needle and a toothpick, and now he wants to tell me how I’m supposed to do my job? Yeah, right. When you’re able to do your fucking job properly then you come talk to me, you little fucker” You murmured to yourself as you turned around to lock the front door.
The sweet scent of the roses was still absent to you as well as the imposing figure of the British man who now stood behind your frame with a dishcloth tossed over his shoulder.
“I can take care of him for you, poppet. It would only take me a bullet”
The thick accent made you jump in fright, and with your hand pressed against your chest, you slowly turned around to face your handsome boyfriend “Jesus Christ, Tan. Don’t sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack”
“I’m sorry, love” He chuckled and pulled you in for a tight hug. Tangerine’s lips engulfed yours in a deep, loving kiss and soon enough you giggled at the feeling of his mustache tickling your upper lip.
“Do you want me to shoot him in the parking lot?” Tan asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Oh my god, no” You laughed before swatting his chest playfully when he asked “A beat down then? I can send him to the ICU so you can go there and turn off the machines” He smiled wickedly when your eyes widened in shock.
“Tan!” You reprimanded as he shrugged “What? It’s a good option!”
“Okay, that’s enough” You held back a faint chuckle as you pecked his lips “I appreciate the thought, even though it’s wicked and murderous. You k-“ You stopped mid-sentence once you caught a glimpse of the scenario behind your boyfriend.
The candlelit room and dozens of roses spread throughout the entire house was not something you’ve ever thought Tangerine would do. He doesn’t consider himself a ‘romantic man’ and made that very clear from the beginning of your relationship, but every time that man did something for you, you never failed to be amazed by how much of a hopeless romantic he is.
“Oh baby, this is beautiful! You did all of this for me? Tan, you’re so sweet” You caressed his cheek and laid a soft kiss on his exposed chest.
“Well, ya know, I was waiting for you to come home then I got a bit bored and did this” He waved his hands around the perfectly decorated living room “It’s nothing, really” Tangerine shrugged “It’s not a celebration or anything like that”
“So you’re telling me you didn’t do this because it’s our anniversary?” You squint your eyes playfully before pulling him closer to you by the waistband of his gray joggers.
“Is that today? Oh, who would’ve thought? I guess it’s just a mad coincidence, innit?” Tangerine shrugged again as his fingers began to massage the sore muscles of your neck.
“So you just bought dozens of roses for no reason?” You moaned softly at the perfect pressure he was applying to your tensed muscles.
“They were on sale” Tan teased with a playful smirk “I love when you moan for me” His growl was low and possessive against your lips and his hands instantly left your neck to take two handfuls of your ass.
“Yeah? Like this?” You moaned again, while Tan’s teeth tugged on your plumped bottom lip. His hands began to roam through your body, taking handfuls of your curves and exploring the body he has missed so much the last couple of weeks “Exactly like that, poppet. Fuck, you make me so hard for you”.
Your hands wandered down Tangerine’s body, feeling his chiseled torso beneath your fingertips. His hands traveled up your sides until they stopped at the back of your head, gripping two handfuls of hair, tugging at the scalp, and making you moan against his full lips.
“Fuck me, Tan. Make me your obedient little whore” Your whisper came out soft and sweet, lowly professing your lust as if it was a dark secret.
Tangerine’s growl earned a small giggle from you, that was easily replaced with a surprised gasp once your back hit the concrete wall behind you.
“Oh poppet, poppet” He tsked his tongue in disapproval “That naughty mouth of yours is going to put you in big trouble, little girl” Tangerine’s hand began to roam through your curves, pushing your uniform pants down your thighs and tapping your leg for you to kick the fabric away from your feet.
Your lips innocently smiled at him but your eyes held that teasing gleam that made Tangerine’s cock stir in his pants. “I was only asking for something simple” You begin, thumbs hooking on the waistband of your black cotton panties and dragging them down your thighs.
“And what are you asking for, love?” Tangerine smirked, eager to hear the dirty words spilling out of your mouth.
The pads of your middle and ring finger settled on your clit, drawing lazy circles on the bundle of nerves. Your free hand pulled Tangerine towards you until he was close enough for you to palm his hard cock through the sweatpants.
“I want this inside me, fucking me hard and deep enough for me to feel you here” You quickly touched your lower belly before closing your fist around Tangerine’s erection through the fabric, the firm pressure of your grip making him groan loudly “Fuck, poppet. That fucking mouth”
“Just think about it, Tan” You teased with a grin, “Think of how good your cock is going to feel slipping into something tight and warm”
Tangerine growls, quickly pushing his sweats down his muscular thighs and gripping his uncut length to rub it against your wet folds.
“I don’t want to think about it, love. I want to feel it” Tangerine pushed you up against the wall, firmly holding you against the concrete and tapping your thighs for you to lock them around his waist. He aimed his tip against your entrance, slowly teasing until he thrust into you with one swift motion.
“Oh fuck, yes. Jesus, you’re so fucking wet” Tangerine grunted against your lips, already settling a long and deep rhythm to his rapid thrusts. He made sure to let you feel his every inch coming in and out of you.
“Such a tight cunt, poppet” He nibbled on your bottom lip, “I love fucking you”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yes! I’m fucking addicted to it” Tangerine’s thumb began to circle your clit, instantly making you melt against the wall.
“Look how good that cunt takes me. Takes the whole fucking thing. So warm, wet, and tight for me” He grunted, momentarily speeding the rhythm of his thrusts.
“I have a surprise for you” You giggled before moaning “Put your hand further back” You instructed and so Tangerine did.
His hand left your bundle of nerves to travel back towards your ass. Tangerine’s fingers slipped inside your spread ass cheeks and he growled upon feeling the tangerine shaped cool metal.
“Oh poppet, I’m gonna fucking ruin you tonight”
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WE NEED A LONGER VERSION OF TANGERINE GETTING SUCKED OFF IN THE TRAIN BATHROOM!!
possibly followed by tangerine being a soft dom whilst roughly fucking you. GOD THIS JUST SOUNDS AMAZING
black fem reader ofc !!
HOOKUP: The Extended Version
Tangerine x Chubby Black Reader
A/N: Ngl I had to Google what soft dom was. I hope I did okay!
Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex with a one night stand, a little exhibitionism, interrupted sex, badly written British accents (sorry Brits I'm a dumb American)
Stifled grunts and heavy breaths are all you can hear between the legs of the man before you. All you remember are the lust-filled kisses that led you here and the quick utterance of the words "Name's Tangerine by the way," being whispered into your ear as he led you to the train bathroom.
Your plush, cherry red lips grip the tip of Tangerine's blushing cock. Red streak marks cover his shaft as you bob your head up and down. Despite both hands working down his shaft, he’s still too big for you please every inch of him. This thought is both slightly worrying and incredibly attractive, leaving your aching pussy dreaming about his length inside you. One hand moves down to his balls to gently massage them as the other puts in double the work to keep Tangerine satisfied.
"Fuckin' hell love," Tangerine moans as he uses your dreads to steer your head. ”Just like that.”
His long shaft reaches the deepest part of your throat causing you to gag. Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to face fuck you, allowing obscene noises to escape your lips. Your once perfect lipstick is no doubt completely ruined by the spit smeared on your face. Still the ecstasy of the moment distracts you from any worries, even as the train comes to a stop at Nagoya station.
Shadows of people move underneath the door as they exit the train. You both stop for a moment, too afraid that any sudden noises could alert someone to your compromising position. Tangerine almost looks angelic in the low light of the bathroom. His eyes are half-lidded and his breath is ragged. Sweat beads on his exposed chest and his hair is in disarray. Your attraction to him grows in the moment and you dip your head back between his legs, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life.
The strong thighs on either side of your head tense up in response to your tongue grazing his balls. You tentatively suck them, leaving more red smears in your wake. Tangerine’s moans are intoxicating as the train leaves the station. You doubted he’d ever made such noises with any of his other hookups. His eyes look like he’s been transported to another realm of bliss.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me!” His exclamation was only a muffled whisper, but it was enough to make you work even harder.
Saliva coats his length; long strings of it fly across your face when he pulls out of your mouth. Tangerine’s forehead beads with sweat as he jerkily finishes on your lips. His body relaxes and his head lulls to the side in relief. Your cunt aches uncomfortably as you wait for him to recover. Your eyes notice more about Tangerine’s features now that you're looking at him clearly. With his coat discarded you can see the tattoos on his forearm and the St. Christopher necklace hanging low into his shirt.
“What’cha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Tangerine asks after noticing your gaze.
“Nothing, just admiring you,” you say coyly, getting up off the floor and straddling Tangerine.
His heartbeat is fast under your touch almost like his heart was about to explode from his chest. Despite Tangerine’s obvious nervousness his suave demeanor never ceases.
“If anyone should be admired it should be you darlin’.” He lets out a silenced grunt as you slide down onto his still erect cock. “You are unbelievably gorgeous.”
Your cheeks flush in response to Tangerine’s flattery, but you can barely process it. Tangerine slides his hands beneath your thighs, guiding you up and down his shaft. The feeling sends shivers of satisfaction down your spine. Tangerine's warm breath tickles your throat as he places hasty kisses along it. Your hips roll in desperation for more, more contact, more pleasure. Sounds of slapping skin and subdued moans fill the tight space of the train bathroom. Other passengers have yet to notice the commotion, but the idea that anyone could stumble in and see you riding a stranger only added to your hornyess. Your intensified moans must have given your thoughts away.
“You like that huh? Me fuckin’ you next to everyone,” Tangerine whispers. He juts his hips into you repeatedly causing a deep moan to come from both your mouths. Your slick runs down Tangerine's cock, perfectly lubricating his movements. Tangerine’s fingers rub over the rolls on your hips, tracing every stretch mark delicately. More shadows move underneath the door as the train stops at another station. The murmurs fade away, but another noise replaces it: banging on the bathroom door.
“Tangerine hurry up, we need to get off here!”
A hand clasps over your mouth. “No we don't, we get off at the end of the line!” Tangerine yells back. Tangerine’s other hand guides your hips to continue the pace as he yells to the unknown man behind the door. This whole situation was odd, but also a turn on in some twisted way. A warmth deep inside you builds.
“No, they want to see the kid now!” says the man, now sounding a little more desperate. “Haven’t you checked your messages?”
“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” Tangerine gives you a wink. “Sorry darlin’ but I’ve gotta cut this short,” he whispers in your ear.
You were expecting Tangerine to take you off his lap, but instead he pushes deeper inside you. Your pussy clenches hard when his tip brushes against the spongy spot inside your vagina. Tangerine’s hand continues to muffle the pornographic moans trying to escape your lips. The warmth in your core boils over, leaving you writhing in pleasure. Your orgasm rushes through your legs down to your toes and back. Shivers tingle your spine and your thighs shake in overstimulation.
“Fuck!” your exclamation is muffled but your sentiment is clear to Tangerine.
“I’d love to stay longer but I’ve got some business to take care of.” Tangerine places a peck on your lips before zipping up his pants. You stand up off his lap and watch as he collects himself. He’s kind of an odd businessman, at least you thought he’s a businessman. His confrontation with his partner leads you to believe otherwise. You're suddenly a little glad this mysterious man is leaving you but also incredibly curious. As the stranger you let fuck your brains out goes to leave the bathroom only one question comes out of your mouth.
“What the fuck kind of a name is Tangerine?”
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Getting Sick and Getting Better
Reader gets sick. Tangerine takes care of her!
Minors DO NOT INTERACT.
Also, reblogs and comments and kudos are GREATLY appreciated.
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“Would you fucking just lay down?” Tangerine practically snarls, his cockney accent stronger than ever. It always makes an appearance in full force when he is stressed.
He seems very much stressed out now, you yawn, while he pushes a rebel curl away from his reddened face. You would laugh if you weren’t feeling as sick as you are sure you look. One of the deadliest assassins in the world – the one who did the Bolivian job, the one who was fished out from the wreckage of a Japanese train with a bullet in his neck, the one that after finding his twin convinced him to be back at work less than two months after his very, very near-death experience – one of them was fretting because you got a fever.
Granted, it sucks. You rarely get sick, but when it happens, you subscribe the full package: nausea, fever, bones turned into splinters inside your limbs. It is a mess, and to make everything worse, you don't seem able to hold anything in your stomach.
After the third time in two hours that you visited the toilet on wobbly legs to give back to the planet your cup of tea, Tangerine has taken the reins of the situation, ignoring your protests. He called – screamed – for his doctor to come and visit you right away. You can’t be sure, but the words “firing you and then setting your studio on fire” were possibly growled.
The doctor has told the two of you exactly what you told your very worried, very handsome boyfriend: you simply need to rest, stay hydrated, and take some paracetamol.
“Told you, T,” you have coughed as soon as you were again alone with him. You have tried to get up and go in search of a box of paracetamol, prompting him to … firmly invite you to lay down.
At the beginning of your relationship, you had been a tad hurt by his manners. It has taken a bit to understand that Tangerine cares for the people he loves with ferocious passion and stubborn, twisted tenderness.
He looks at you, your head peeking out from under the mountain of blankets he has insisted to wrap you in “Sorry,” he mutters rubbing a hand over his eyes with a sigh “I’ll fetch the medicine for you, alright, love?”
You nod, grateful. It’s a welcomed change to have someone looking after you.
He helps you to drink a bit of water, and you make an effort not to wince while trying to swallow the pill. It really hurts your throat, and he can sense it.
Tangerine helps you to lie down again and presses a kiss to your burning and sweaty forehead. You want to cry at the tenderness he displays, and when he looks at you, he grimaces, misunderstanding your emotion “That bad, darling?”.
You shake your head and whispers words of gratitude and affection for his presence, words that make his chest tighten with love and fury. Love for you, who has decided for whatever miracle to let him in your life, in your bed, and in your heart. Fury remembering how badly you must have been threatened to be moved by something as trivial as having him offering you a cup of water when you lay sick and helpless.
You haven’t talked much about your past. He knows you have family and he’s aware that some of those relationships are complicated to say the least. You haven’t told him a lot, yes, but he has lived enough and seen enough to understand that something has gone very wrong.
However, he seems to decide that the past can go fuck itself. You need him now; he can get angry at your family later.
You cough a bit, making him sigh. Of course, your throat hurts, it has been two days that your lungs wouldn’t give you a break.
He sits next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder “Do you think you can eat something?”.
You think about it carefully, chewing your lip. During on of your first dates, you had confessed him it bothers you so much to bite your lip when you are thinking.
“Why?” he had asked, with a smirk, comfortably laying on his chair. You had shrugged “It makes me look childish, I guess.”
“I think it makes you look sexy,” had been his smooth reply. You had blushed, hard. His smirk had grown bigger. On anyone else you would have found it insufferable, but on him?
His smirk had made you want to crawl over the table and stick your tongue in his mouth. Which you did as soon as you were back in his lavish car, by the way, and later that night he – always the gentleman – had reciprocated sticking his tongue in your cunt.
While you are reviving your delightfully indecent memories, Tangerine seems lost in thought “I can’t cook shit” he mutters to himself, rubbing his forehead “but I’m gonna order something from The Terrace.”
He brought you there during your very first date. It is his favourite restaurant in London.
Classy enough not to have chairs but little, shockingly comfortable velvety armchairs, and quiet enough that you can hear the gentle piano music playing in the background, and leather covered menus that don’t specify how much those dishes with complicated names cost.
You still remember how much you two chatted that evening. How much you wanted him to kiss you senseless – which he did as soon as you two stepped out from the restaurant, pinning you against a wall, releasing months of pent-up pining.
“Do you think they make broth there?” you inquire. He shrugs “ ‘ bet that if I pay them well enough they are gonna cook pretty much anything.”
“You know, I think I can manage to get up and make some broth,” you try again. His glare stops further suggestions “Nonsense. You are sick, pet, and sick people should stay in bed and let their partner take care of them.”.
You want to reply that you don’t want for him to spend so much energy or money over you, but he huffs, frowning “Jesus Christ, you are almost as bad as I am! Lay down, would you? And then I will read something for you. If you behave,” he tuts sternly, pressing another quick kiss on your forehead.
You smile at those words. He rarely offers to read aloud, not because he doesn’t like having your full attention, but because reading for someone else is possible the only thing that makes him slightly conscious of his accent.
The afternoon it clicked for you that something so trivial was bothering him – You are not going to understand half of the words, love, trust me! Better if you read it on your own! – was the afternoon you spent telling him how charming you thought his accent was. Not that he has ever admitted he is unsure about it. Like you never said out loud you were scared he was going to run for the hills the moment he was going to see you naked, rolls and stretch marks on full display.
Some things, even if unspoken, come clear with time and require kind words, and tenderness, and affection. Sometimes, they require silence.
You sleep a bit while he calls the restaurant, and he gently wakes you up entering your bedroom with a massive tray. His broad shoulders and tall frame occupy your visual in such a perfect way that it seems completely normal to have Tangerine in your bedroom, insisting on spoon feeding you, sitting on the edge of the bed, close enough that you can smell his rich cologne.
The broth smells delicious as well, actually, and you have managed to convince him you are weak, but not on your deathbed. He lets you eat by yourself but surveys your movements like a hawk, ready to intervene in case of need.
“It’s really tasty,” you sighed happily, slowly sipping it from your spoon. He beams with pride as if he has been the one to cook it. You can’t help but reciprocate his smile.
“I will feel better soon,” you promise, taking another sip “you won’t have to take care of me for much longer, I swear.”
He gently wraps a hand on the back of your neck, his blue eyes staring right into your heart “Tired of me already, love?”
You huff a laugh, gently pressing your forehead against his “I will never be tired to have you in my bedroom, Tangerine.”
He grins even if your joke is pathetic, and you continue, more serious “I just don’t want to waste the time we have together before you and Lemon have to leave again.”
Tangerine nods. You know he disagrees this is a waste of time, but he also understands that is not easy for you to let him go to his missions.
You will probably never voice that aloud. When you understood what he does for a living and who he is, he had given you the choice to waltz out of his life.
A chance you had refused without a second thought. A chance you still refuse with all your strength.
It doesn’t mean it’s easy. But god, you think kissing the tip of his nose and making him chuckle, it’s so worth it.
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Close Call
Tangerine x reader
Tangerine had always been the quieter of the two brothers, and he liked it that way. It was easier to blend in, to fade into the background, and to observe from a distance. But his latest mission had been anything but quiet.
He had barely survived, and it was only thanks to his twin brother, Lemon, that he was now back home in your arms. You were a nurse, and even though Tangerine was well-trained in first aid, he was in no condition to take care of himself.
You were worried sick as you tended to Tangerine's wounds. You knew that he was tough, but you also knew that he had pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion on this mission. You did your best to patch him up, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you.
Tangerine tried to reassure you as you worked, telling you that he was going to be fine. But he knew that he had barely made it out alive. He had come so close to death that he could almost taste it.
As you finished tending to his wounds, you climbed into bed with him. Tangerine cuddled up to you, burying his face in your neck and half on top of you. You lay there in silence for a few moments, both lost in your thoughts.
Finally, Tangerine spoke up. "I know I scared you," he said softly. "I'm sorry."
You shook your head. "Don't be sorry. Just promise me that you'll never do something like this again."
Tangerine nodded. "I promise," he said. "I don't ever want to put you through something like this again."
You lay there in silence for a few more moments before Tangerine spoke up again. "I love you," he said.
You smiled. "I love you too," you replied.
You cuddled up together and fell asleep, both grateful for the love that you shared. Even though Tangerine's job was dangerous and unpredictable, you knew that you had each other to lean on. And as long as you had that, you could face anything that the world threw your way.
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I'LL MEET YOU THERE | Chapter one
Pairing: Tangerine x assassin female reader
Summary: When Tangerine finishes his mision at the bullet train, a familiar face appears.
Warnings: mentions of blood,knives and violence.
Author's note: Didn't see a lot of fanfics/ stories of Tangerine 🍊 so here's one! The assaisin Is called Thorn Princess (yes, like in spy family). And thank you on all the love I've been getting lately from you guys!
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After breaking up with you, he swore to himself that he would never see you again. Or at least he thought.
The mission at the bullet train finished, and he was waiting to take a nice shower, have japanese food and rest. It was that simple.
On the other hand, your boss wanted you to go after another assaisin (like always) in Japan. This man was suited in Tokyo, and his hotel wasn't far from the airport. You were there, waiting outside to meet him. You disguised yourself as a hostess, and your plan was to take him to bed and then, kill him.
He finally came, and took you by your waist. Nobody could recognize you (you were wearing a black wig, same as your dress and red bottoms). The music was loud, you could barely hear him talk to you.
" では、ご出身はどちらでしょうか？" ( So, were are you from?)
Your japanese was perfect, so you weren't nervous.
" 私はイギリスから来ました " (I'm from England)
According to your fake profile, of course.
" イギリスかぁ。ロンドンはとても美しいですからね。" (England, huh? London is very beautiful, you know?)
You only slimed and nodded. You need to get him drunk, so you offered a very strong drink. He was getting closer, but you didn't mind. His hands still on your waist, and his eyes studying every inch of you. Thankfully, you were single.
" 外国人と付き合ったことがない。日本人の女の子よりいいって聞いたけど。" ( I've never been with a foreigner. I've heard they're good, even better than japanese girls)
" 試してみるか？" ( Do you wanna try?)
You grabbed him from his tie and guided him to his hotel room. He was in need for your touch, but you didn't let him, not yet. He threw you in the bed, and crawled on top of you. Your cat shaped knife was in your hand, so you stabbed him. Blood was coming out from everywhere.
Tangerine was in his room, waiting for the food to arrive. His eyes were getting heavy, until he hears the screams of a man on the other room.
You tried to make him shut up, so you stabbed him more, until he dies. His screams were so loud, probably some people already woke up and called the police. In other missions like this, you stay to clean up your mess, so no one suspects. You only called your boss telling him that the drivers that were waiting for you needed to go, you're going in your motorcycle.
The screams stops. He doesn't know where it came from, so he knocks on every door trying to figure out what happened.
"What the fuck is going on? " He murmurs to himself.
There's a door that's open. He grabs his weapon from his hip, and enters. A man he doesn't recognize, is dead. Police sirens are arriving from the streets. He can see the blue and red lights. A cat shaped knife is on the floor, covered in blood. He knows it owner, so he takes it. You promised him that you would never kill again, and look at this. He knew that you weren't a woman of your word, that's why you broke up.
The air is hitting in your face, you hoped for this feeling to never end. Probably because you didn't have anyone in your life who took care of you, so you searched for that feeling in killing other people. Bad people, not just anyone. Your boss promised you would have a vacation after this mission, so could go anywhere, being careful. He trusted you, and you trusted him too.
The only place you can think about is going to the beach. You don't know, why, but it relaxes you.
The police is on the case, and Tangerine is still deciding if going to search for your or not. He doesn't want to see you, but a part of him misses you. To see you. To tell you to stop doing this. So he thinks of going to the beach.
You change your dress covered in blood for another short dress, this time red. You also take off your wig, and let your hair be. The water feels cold in your feet, but refreshing to your body. You walk slowly, hoping nobody's seen you. The police would never know it's you, you were good at your job. Maybe too good.
He calls Lemon to tell him to not wait for him, because something came up. He starts his car and drives to the nearest beach with the GPS. His gut is telling him that she's there. His heart beats fast. It's been years since you broke up. He still wants to see you. If you die, he won't forgive himself for that. When he arrives, he sees a girl with a red dress. It's her. Her short, dark hair and slim figure. He walks fast and screams:
"I think you forgot this, love!" Showing you your cat shaped knife with his hand up.
You couldn't believe this. Was that Tangerine? Your only option is to run, so you do. He's faster than you catches you before you could even reach to your motorcycle.
"Where do you think you're going, love?"
"That's none of your business, asshole" you tried to get off his arms, but he was holding you strong. Very strong.
"You and me are going to talk, love" He puts you in his shoulder, with your face facing his back.
"What if I don't want to? And I remind you that you were the one who swore to never see me again!"
"Don't get confused, love. I don't want to see you, I just want to warn you. That's it"
" I'm still going to kill people, you know? Just because we were something that doesn't mean nothing. My boss will come for your, so be prepared. He's smarter and stronger than you!" You screamed.
"Oh yeah? Then I'm ready" He sits you in his car, with his tie around your hands.
"Don't make this difficult for me love"
"Where are you taking me!?"
"To my place,love, don't worry"
#bullet train#tangerine#aaron taylor johnson#tangerine x y/n#tangerine x reader#tangerine x you#tangerine x oc#tangerine x plus size reader
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Hi! Sorry to bother... again 😅 but I saw that requests were open again, so I was wondering if you could write something (only if you're comfortable) with Tangerine and f!plus size!reader as a girlfriend?
And also, could you write something fluff with Pietro, I love so much those characters and also I love your writing. You are the only writer here on Tumblr with who I feel comfortable asking this 💖 Sorry if it's too much, you can take all the time you need because I know you probably have so much more requests waiting for you ☺️❤️✨️ (and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I promise I'm still practicing 😅💖)
hii!! and you never bother me, don’t apologise:) I didn’t want to give into the stereotype of a plus size reader feeling insecure, so I did the opposite, hope that’s okay. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 and im really sorry its taken so long
work break surprise
tangerine x fem!reader
wc || 0.7k
warnings || 18+ only. explicit content (p in v, choking, creampie, aftercare) minors dni
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Tangerine had been busy in his home office all day, you didn’t want to interrupt him, but you were craving his attention. Sending him a quick text while you waited patiently at the edge of the bed sitting on your knees. Wearing nothing but a sheer black babydoll.
You hear his office door swing open, so you assume your position, attentively propping yourself up before giving your hair a quick fluff.
“Love?” Tan calls out from behind the bedroom door.
“In here.” You reply in a breathy tone.
The door whips open and Tangerine follows immediately, rushing into the room with wide eyes. A wicked smirk pulls his lips once he sees your outfit, or lack thereof.
“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles, not being able to formulate any actual words while gawking at your thick thighs. Clearing his throat before running his fingers along the straps. “You look incredible.” Instantly attaching his lips to the side of your neck, brashly kissing up the length of it. Tangling his fingers into the back of your hair to pull you closer.
He props his knee beside you to lay you down, hovering over you while peppering your throat with hurried kisses. He rips off his baggy t-shirt, slinging it across the floor to resume working his lips over your skin. Eagerly grinding your hips against his clothed groin.
“Keep doing that- and I won’t fuckin’ last.” He whispers against the patch of skin under your ears.
Continuing your teasing, slipping your hands into the waistband of his lounge shorts to tug them down. “Good.” You flirtatiously whisper back in reply.
“You’re a needy thing today.” He husks, roughly brushing over your waist before giving it a squeeze. Yanking down his shorts and boxers in one eager motion, letting them fall off his ankles so that he could stroke himself a couple of times. Gripping himself at the base to tease you open, itching his head in, collecting your slick so he could slip himself into you. Slowly pushing in, allowing you to adjust while his hands knead into your hips, squeezing the doughy flesh. Holding you still while he bottoms out, sliding himself out to ram into you once more.
You hitch your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer while he slowly fucks into you. Massaging your insides with his cock, perfectly hitting the spots you both love.
Clutching your tits as he speeds up, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples with a smirk. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
Tangerine sits on his knees between your legs, ploughing into you while he thumbed your clit, brushing over it at a tantalising speed.
Fucking into just a little bit harder and faster than before, softly groaning at the way he fit so well inside you. He slides his hand up your stomach and between the valley of your chest, grazing his palm up until it reached your throat, wrapping it around the base so he could hold it. Using it as stability as rammed into you.
“You’re gonna cum- I can feel it.” He grins, gazing down at you. “Let me cum inside, my pretty girl.” Tangerine softly whined, sucking in his bottom lip to hold himself off for a few more moments. Persistently nodding your head in permission, not quite ready for him to leave you just yet. Reaching your eager hands to clutch his hand that was gripped around your neck, holding it tighter as he ground himself into you.
You came around him, massaging him with your walls, causing him to spill deep inside of you with a few half-mumbled curses. Fucking his cum further, both whimpering at the desperate release.
“Jesus-“ he cuts himself off, twitching and pulsating inside of you before he pulls out his softening cock. Loosening his grip on your throat to litter it with soft sweet kisses. Pecking your lips a couple of times before lacing his hands in yours to help you up.
“One min.” He smiles, returning from the bathroom with a wet cloth. Bending down between your legs, gently wiping away the combination of joint cum.
Picking up his t-shirt from the floor, placing it over your head and helping you slip your arms through the holes. “Come sit with me?” He questions, sounding more like a command.
“I don’t want to interrupt your work though.” You say sweetly, cleaning his cock with the same cloth.
“You won’t.” Smiling down at you, cupping under your chin to meet your eyes. “You can help us find safe houses.”
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Dead man dance floor - Tangerine x plus size reader
Summary: You meet Tangerine again on a mission, things don't go to plan for you.
TW: Contains descriptions of blood, minor violence and guns. They're assassins, so yeah, so if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read.
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
A/N: I've written this one Tangerine fic for you feral fuckers now I'm going back to write for darling Lemon. Not proof read.
Blood covers your face, the one rich red liquid turning crusty and brown, your baby hairs stuck to your forehead by the scabbing blood. Your once pale pink houndstooth shirt and lilac high waisted mini skirt with a chunk belt, a disguise that you’ve been wearing for hours now because you needed to infiltrate a disco club stuck in the seventies is utterly ruined, sweat and blood discolouring the fabrics once colourful and soft.
You platform boots a vivid purple made from a shiny plastic are at least salvageable, the crinkled stiff plastic not stained, only the flaking rubber soles that are caked in mud and gravel from having to walk to the club so no one saw you getting out a bullet proof government car.
You’d like to say it isn’t the first time you’ve been coved in blood, sweat and mud but unfortunately it isn’t and it won’t be the last time it will happen again.
At least the blood isn’t yours.
Booming seventies disco tunes still echo around the dancefloor as you peer down at the drug baron at your boots, a bullet straight through his head and red pooling on the elevated light up rainbow dance floor.
As soon as the gun shot rang out everyone scattered, well apart from you and two others.
Your job was a simple one, dance with the slimy baron a bit get him to take you home then strangle him in his own bed for his wife to find him the next morning go back to your boss and await the next mission.
But as you look up with blood dribbling down your chin you sneer at a familiar man standing behind the baron, his gun still held up and smoking.
Tangerine cleans the gun he’d just fired his eye finally recognising that you’re there.
“What the fuck dude!” you yell your hands flying up in a frustrated motion, “He was mine!”
Tangerine just huffs out a low chuckle as he puts his gun back into his shoulder holster, his bright blue three piece suit unscathed by his pistol bullet entering the brain of the now dead man at your feet.
You don’t bother looking were you’re going as you begin charging over to the cocky Brit, your boots treading on the flared slacks of the dead man, you finger pointing at Tangerine with the anger of a thousand wasps or a teacher who’s finally broken down and begun shouting at her students.
“You could have killed me you dumb fuck.” you’ve known him for too long to go easy on him, Tangerine is like an annoying itch who’s always there, he always knows what buttons to push to make your shimmer in anger whilst Lemon, wherever he is at, does the complete opposite.
You do not care that you’re berating a trained assassin, you could strangle him with you bare hands quite literally if you really wanted too.
“Do you know how bullets work? If it hadn’t exploded his brains all over my outfit. “ you signal down to all the blood and brain matter soaked into your clothing. Tangerine looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on the sliver of exposed thigh in between your boots and hiking up mini skirt that aren’t splattered in red, “Then that bullet would have gone *whoosh* right through my own head.”
“Wish it would love.” Tangerine jests his lingering eyes now connected with yours.
You shove him in the arm, your adrenaline high filled anger slowly ebbing away as the realisation that you’re probably in deep shit because you didn’t kill the dude.
“Kidding! Kidding!” Tangerine jests as your eyes flickers away, your shoulders now hunched down and a concerned look blooming on your face.
A long groan of frustration leaves you lips as you try and wipe away some blood off your face with your sleeve. You step away and turn around, face now fully in your hands.
“Fuck, fuck!” you screams seem louder that the groovy music playing.
You spin around, you boots leaving black smudges on the LED floor, your finger pointing at Tangerine.
“Who the fuck hired you two?”
Tangerine edges closer to you, his once cocky disposition gone. He edges closer to you like you’re a hurt dog and not some special agent used by the UK government to do their dirty work.
“The wife.” Is all that Tangerine says as he bends down to catch your eyes obscured but bloody fingers. Your eyes are watering and red, Tangerine assumes you’ve been scouting this man for way too long, probably for months on end. Looking past the showy outfit and angered outburst you look exhausted.
“Hey, look at me.” He uses a thumb and forefinger to lift your chin up so you’re looking him directly in his eyes, “Look at me (y/n).”
Your lips press together as you try to hold in a sob, a single tears threatening to breach your eyes.
Your boss will kill you.
“Come with me.” Tangerine says in a low but kind voice his forehead leaning against yours as a whimper slips through your lips.
“You can’t protect me, I’ve fucked up too many times. They’ll-he will-“
“Now listen here.” He’s stern, his hands joining up to yours to stop the shaking, “I won’t let that posh prick come ten miles near you, you got it?”
“But-“
“You got it (y/n)?”
You look deeply into his blues eyes that match his vivid suit. There’s no wisp of a lie or any kind of deceit, he actually looks a bit panicked.
“…Got it.” you finally get out, you hand squeezing his back.
#not proofread#bullet train#bullet train x reader#tangerine x reader#tangerine x plus size reader#tangerine bullet train#x plus size reader#plus size reader#x chubby reader#chubby reader
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Bullet Train is on Netflix and everytime Tangerine and Lemon are on the screen I—
#bullet train#lemon x reader#tangerine x you#tangerine x plus size reader#they both fine as hell and i cannot#slipping and sliding all over the place
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bts and how they would love their plus size s/o
pairings: bts x reader
genre: fluff, smut,
warnings: suggestive but also more, face sitting, thigh riding, body worship, possessive jungkook, hobo is a boob man, mr tongue technology,
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Namjoon
loves to kiss your stretch marks. like absolutely loves them. loves to trace them as well
"they give me a map to loving you"
insists on cuddling on the couch, knowing there isn't a lot of room so you have to lay on him
"it's okay, baby, come lay on me"
loves when you where his clothes, especially when you only wear one of his shirts (loves how they barely cover your thighs)
his favorite physical part about you is your thighs, they literally make him drool
"c'mere babygirl. let me help you" when he sees you struggling with your thoughts. he knows you constantly think you're too heavy or big for him. he's not having it
holds your hips and guides your movements as you ride his thigh. loves knowing he can make you cum with just his thighs, flexing it and holding you tight.
Jin
also a thigh man but for different reasons (kind of)
loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you from behind
loves to make new recipes for you to try and test out
loves that he can provide for you and your shared love of food
"just one more minute, baby" when you try to get out of bed but he isn't done cuddling you yet
will happily hype you up in new clothes
"world wide beautiful" is your new title
his love of eating translates to other things as well
"please babygirl" as he pleads for you to sit on his face
will happily die under your pussy and the way your thighs clench around his head when you cum
loves to take care of you and provide for you
Yoongi
doesn't take anyone's shit when it comes to you
very protective lover
don't have to think around him at all
will only do interviews with weverse if even one person does an unflattering article about you (will sue anyone and everyone)
at first you are uncomfortable with his constant touches and hungry gazes but then they become almost comforting
always keeps snacks for you two to share, especially tangerines
writes numerous songs for you
loves to hold you with his hand resting on your stomach (will rub at the stretch marks and whisper absolute desire in your ear)
loves to claim you in his studio, vocal about his desire and love for you
passionate in his body worship of you, especially when he finds out how much you love his tongue and how it feels on you
"feel so good against me, princess"
Hosoek
loves to dress you and help expand your fashions sense
is the one to help you feel more confident in your body and happy to show it off
loves when you come home and do a fashion show of him in your new clothes (especially when you buy some lingerie)
can't keep his hands off of you
ever
loves how soft your skin is and is constantly fondling your curves
wants to just hold your breasts in his hands
says his hands could be a better bra for you (hates how you end up with marks from the wires in your bras and how they hurt at the end of the day)
loves to just randomly nibble at your skin (thinks it looks delicious and loves the giggles you make every time)
"all of this, just for me" as he thrusts deeply into you, kissing at your breasts
Jimin
loves how warm you are and will always be found cuddling you no matter where you both are
finds you absolutely adorable and smiles wide every time you come into a room
loves to dress you up and take pictures of you (keeps you as his lock screen and home screen)
can get jealous when other people look at you
"say you're mine, baby"
is there to listen and help you with your own body image issues,
is always there to remind you how beautiful you are
is completely into body worship
"look so pretty for me, all dressed up like this"
would also love face sitting to be honest. like cannot get enough of the way you look down at him, pulling at his hair as you cum
Taehyung
thinks nothing of your weight until he sees you looking in the mirror, holding and becoming insecure over every one of your "problem areas"
will have nothing of you thinking you have problem areas
thinks you're a goddess
"all art work must be thoroughly examined to be fully appreciated"
will spend hours making you feel good and loving on each of you "problem areas" tell you each reason why he loves you
loves to see you in his jackets,
ends up buying matching outfits for you to wear out
will kiss you every couple minutes, just because he loves the feeling of your lips
Jungkook
would be the person to keep going to the gym for you
"I will always be able to carry you"
loves to manhandle you (knowing you get absolutely horny for him when he does so)
is possessive of you and your body
loves when you were dresses that are sort of revealing because it means you're feeling good in your body (and he's the only one who can touch you)
his favorite position is when you ride him so he can see all of you
especially loves watching your breasts bounce from each thrust up he makes
loves seeing his handprints on your hips or ass from you riding him
is also into body worship because he loves your body and just how perfect it is for him
"so perfect for me, baby. take my cock so well"
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Doll House
Soft!Tangerine x Pregnant Reader
+18, small angst, unedited
A/N: Ever since I watched Bullet Train I can’t keep this man out of my head. I’ve been trying to get back to writing so I apologize if this isn’t my best work.
Clear and warm droplets slid down your skin, molding to your body. It glides through your curves like a river that shapes itself around the rocks as it follows its course to the next village.
The warmth of the shower did nothing to appease the lack of him, if anything, it only improved your body’s hunger for his touch, its agonizing abstinence now that he’s away.
Tangerine was the master of your heartbreaks. Similar to a dealer that gives you a free sample of his product to get you hooked, he worked his magic on your body once and it was your end, you knew there was no turning back after tasting him.
And here is where you stand now, in the middle of your path, unable to move on from him but also powerless to walk away. The shower water began to run cold and with an unsatisfied sigh you turned it off before walking back to your bedroom.
The burning orange hues in the sky shone a faint light through the window on top of your white comforter, the ethereal-like glow didn’t bring you the usual happiness, instead, it only brought the nostalgia of the times Tangerine had your body beneath his spell on top of that very same bed.
“Aren’t warm showers supposed to cheer you up?” The unmistakable light tenor’s voice echoed from behind you, making you look over your shoulder to find the reason of your misery sitting on the foot of your bed.
You did your best to keep your timber as nonchalant as possible “Weren’t you supposed to be in Milan?” the question left your lips as your eyes kept glued to his clear blue irises.
“You, more than anyone, should know that I’m full of surprises, love” The taunting smirk you learned to love and hate so much was plastered to his lips, the wicked gleam upon his eyes didn’t hide his true intentions as they roamed through your towel covered body.
Turning your back to him once more, your hands opened the underwear drawer with a sigh “Leave, Tangerine. I don’t want you here”
His eyes squinted and uncertainty laced his heart. You’ve never refused or kicked him out before…something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be happy to see me” Even though he tried to mask the hint of hurt behind a cold voice, you could still hear it as clear as day.
“Oh, I’m sorry I hit your fragile ego” The scoff that followed your sentence only made Tangerine even more confused, you’ve never acted like this before. You were always ecstatic to see him, excited to spend time together and now it seems like you were facing your worst enemy. Tangerine could feel the worst part of his temper beginning to rise to the surface, begging him to counterattack with enough harshness to make it hurt. But Lemon’s words at the airport resonated in his mind “You don’t attract bees with vinegar, mate. You gotta honey it up. Go easy on her”. Making him stand up from the bed and walking towards you.
Tangerine’s hand covered yours around the simple pair of black cotton panties and slowly turned you around to face him. “Do you really want me to leave?” The crystal clear orbs searched for the answer in your eyes, knowing that unlike your lips, they were unable to lie to him.
Your eyes closed for an instant, momentarily shutting him out before your head came to rest on his chest. The unmistakable scent of his white dress shirt, the usual mixture of fresh laundry detergent and his cologne suddenly made you feel at peace for once.
“You can’t keep doing this, Tan. I’m not gonna make it if you keep this up”
The coldness of his rings brushed against your cheek when his hands cupped your face. Pulling your face towards his, Tangerine’s mustache tickled your upper lip as he spoke “Keep what up, darling?” His warm breath covered your skin like a familiar blanket “You know I love you, poppet. You know no one would ever make me do half of the things I do for you”.
Tangerine’s tongue traced your bottom lip, testing your limits and silently asking for your permission to keep going. Your teeth clasped around Tangerine’s lip, pulling the soft flesh into your mouth.
His arms closed around your waist, gluing your breasts against his chiseled chest. Tangerine broke the kiss before he pressed his forehead against yours “You know I’ve never wanted none of this before you” His hands came down to rest on your baby bump “The marriage, the commitment, the baby…all of this I want because it’s with you, love. All I do is for you and our little bean” A soft smile appeared on Tangerine’s lips at the mention of the life growing inside of you “I love you more than anything and all I ask is for you to be patient with me, darling. I’m not used to any of this and I’m just asking for your help. Help me not fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, help me to be a good man to you, poppet”.
Your hands caressed Tangerine’s soft chestnut hair, twirling one of the loose curls around your finger. “You are a good man to me, Tan. The best man I’ve ever had. I just want you to think a little before you do or say some things because most of the time you end up hurting people who love and care about you”.
“I know, poppet. I know” He kissed your forehead lightly “I’ll be better, I promise”
Tangerine softly placed you down on the bed, covering your body with his own soon after.
“Do you forgive me?” He whispered against your parted lips.
“I always forgive you, Tan”
Tangerine’s fingers intertwined with yours before pinning your hands on top of your head.
#tangerine x y/n#tangerine x reader#tangerine x plus size reader#tangerine imagine#tangerine fic#tangerine fanfiction#tangerine fluff#tangerine bullet train#tangerine blurb#bullet train#bullet train x you#bullet train x reader#bullet train imagine#bullet train fanfic#room 13 tales
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i need you to do another tangerine x chubby reader smut, that was fantastic (i know its been a long time but i just saw bullet train yesterday lol)
Your wish is my command 🧙🏾♀️ 🔮
Tangerine x Chubby Black Reader
Warnings: Thigh fucking, public sex (?), pet names (darling), bad British accent
"Tangerine, what the fuck are you doing?" You whisper. He ignores you, pushing your body against a wall with his own.
"We can't do this here." Still not listening, Tangerine presses kisses down your throat. His mustache tickles your skin and you can't help but melt under his touch.
Your mission was to plant listening devices in a Belarusian crime family's main hideout, but somehow you ended up in a storage closet with Tangerine between your legs.
"We have a-" Tangerine rips your black pantyhose with little effort, leaving your underwear exposed.
"You're fuckin' gorgeous, Darlin'," Tangerine finally speaks.
"That's great and all but we can't do this here!"
"Gimme one good reason."
"We're on a mission!" You scream-whisper.
Tangerine looks at you for a minute. "Not good enough."
His hands are all over you, one pushing between your soft thighs and the other groping anything he can get his hands on. You give up on redirecting Tangerine and decide to go along with it. You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about having sex in a risky situation before.
Tangerine's middle finger traces the sensitive bud between your legs at an achingly deliberate pace. A whine escapes your lips in frustration as you attempt to rock your hips against his hand. Tangerine only laughs in response to your suffering. His thick digit swirls your clothed clit with the express purpose of riling you up. It's so slow, but feels so damn good. You want more so badly, squeezing your thighs together just to get more friction.
A knee pries your legs further apart, finally giving your aching cunt an outlet. In an instant your legs lock around Tangerine's thigh and forcibly grind into it.
"What are you--," Tangerine starts, but he quickly realizes just how needy you are.
Tangerine's Royal Blue slacks crinkle then straighten out with each thrust of your pelvis, becoming wet with arousal. Your hands run to his brown locks in a frenzy as your orgasm builds within you.
"Just like that, Darlin'," Tangerine says into the shell of your ear. His breath is just as ragged as yours and only grows heavier with every movement.
"I need more," you reply, lids heavy with ecstacy. "please."
"Oh, I thought we couldn't do this here?"
You slap at his chest with little force, but that only results in more teasing. Tangerine places both of his hands on your hips, forcing you to grind harder on his strong thigh. Your clit brushes vigorously against his muscles leaving your underwear soaked. The room fills with the sound of shallow breathing as your orgasm racks through your body.
"I'm coming!" you yell, but quickly clasp a hand over your mouth. Goosebumps make your hair stand on edge and warmth spreads across your body. Tangerine continues to rock your hips back and forth as you ride out your climax. Your head lulls against the cold wall of the closet as you gather your thoughts.
"No dilly-dallying, we have a mission remember?" Tangerine mocks.
Your only response is raising both your middle fingers to his eye level.
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Actions of Affections
I’ll be frank with you people, I do not know how I feel about this oneshot. It popped into my mind while I was working on Scouting Around - Part 2, and I had to get it out of my system.
Anyway, I’ll leave it here, let me know what do you think (also, sorry for the typos, this is not beta read).
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Warnings: very light swearing, no use of Y/N.
Tangerine is not always good with words, when it comes to feelings.
He prefers actions.
Growing up in foster care meant a severe lack of hugs, goodnight kisses, or any form of parental affection he had wished so desperately for, at least at the beginning of his life.
He grew up not knowing exactly how to express his emotions with words, and when he does now as an adult, he’s rough and honest to the point of brutality. He still has troubles, for sure. Sometimes he wonders if it weren’t for Lemon, would he be able to express anything at all?
Of course, he has found his way to cope with it, through the years. It’s far from perfect, but it generally works.
If he is happy, he grins and pats shoulders. If he is sad or angry or anything in between, he gets himself involved in a fistfight. If he is turned on, he finds a stranger to fuck.
But what is he supposed to do when he is in love?
Even the thought of admitting out loud that he has fallen for you makes his lips twist in a bitter grin. He wonders how long it will take for you to realize you deserve so much better than a fucked up, morally twisted killer with anger issues.
Not that he is able to tell you as much.
To say he is surprised you decide to stay even after you come in contact with some parts of his job and world he tried to keep away from you, is the understatement of the century. You see him for exactly who he is and you still decide to stay by his side.
You accept him and he inevitably gives you his heart.
Tangerine is so stunned that he doesn’t know what to do. He tries to convey the depth of his adoration for you with sex. Sex is great and intense and frequent, and you are both clearly happy about that.
However, you throw him off balance again when he realizes you think he is capable to offer you more than mere physical satisfaction.
What if you are mistaken?
Lemon slaps his brother’s neck when Tangerine talks about it, staring with a frown at his glass of bourbon in the badly lit pub.
In front of them lays Tangerine’s smartphone where your last text blinks happily and innocent I hope you are having a good day! See you tonight, T! Love you!!! Say hi to Lemon for me!
Ignoring his brother’s glare, Lemon points out that, even if neither of them have any experience with a normal couple dynamic, you probably really, really love Tangerine, so it’s only natural for you to want to have him around.
Not for sex or expensive gifts or any bullshit like that.
And if Tangerine is so stupid to fuck this up because he cannot truly believe that someone beside Lemon wants him for him, his twin adds looking at Tangerine deadly serious, then Tangerine should break up with you immediately and let you free to find someone who can appreciate unadulterated affection.
Tangerine scoffs at the thought, to hide the sudden surge of fury he feels thinking of you in someone else’s bed, in someone else’s arms. He is a killer, not a prince charming, and even if he wants you happy, he is selfish enough that he wants to be the one who makes you happy, when it comes down to a romantic relationship.
Nobody else. Ever.
Fuck, he truly is elbow deep in what appears to be a proper relationship.
With that realization, a myriad of thoughts he never allowed himself to consider flood his mind.
Tangerine is stunned and a bit bothered he wants - so, so desperately wants - to be held and hugged and just touched softly and gently.
Not only when it comes to sex - which he previously considered the maximum he was able to give or tolerate as a form of physical contact .
Is he touch starved? Absolutely.
Will he ever admit it? Not a chance.
Does it matter? He doesn’t think he does.
He is almost scared at the beginning. You are a natural when it comes to physical affection and a pro with words. You love to walk arm in arm with him, to play with his hair when you are sitting together on the sofa, to hug him when you are happy, and gently massage his back when he wakes up from a nightmare.
You make your presence known and he becomes addicted to it.
Trying to convey it with words and sentences makes him feel stupid, sometimes. Oh, sure he has no problems telling you how beautiful you are or showering you with lewd compliments when he is inside you. He’s also not shy at all when it comes to a public display of affection, always making sure with pride and joy that everybody around you is aware that the two of you are a couple.
When he is away he craves the feeling of your body pressed against his while he sleeps.
He misses the affectionate gesture of you adjusting his necktie, your fingers adoringly brushing against his neck and nape, while you ask him to be careful during his assignment. The gentle kiss you give him in the mornings to wake him up calling softly for him, if you are the first to wake up. Your hand holding his when you stroll through a crowd, happily chatting about your colleagues or a tv show you watched last week.
He loves you.
Since he doesn’t seem able to find the words, he goes with the actions.
Wanting to introduce you to the things he loves, he brings you in posh restaurants where he indulges in fine wines and complicated dishes - never, ever letting you pay for anything, just wanting to see what you like or dislike.
Compliments are insufficient to describe how much he adores your appearance, so he buys you the most exquisite clothes and the most sparkling jewellery - unless said jewellery is around some else’s neck or fingers and he needs to steal it.
He lends you his favourite books and ask you to watch together movies he thinks you are gonna like - and in return he watches and reads basically everything you present him.
He hides a sort of childish shyness towards romantic words with grins and kisses on the top of your nose, and hugs when you don’t expect them - it makes you giggle and he can’t stop himself from kissing you.
He doesn’t speak often about how he feels in regard of your relationship, but it shows you constantly that he is there with you, that he wants you in his life - if he’s away, he sends you a message, no matter how short, to let you know that they are alive and mostly fine.
You understand all of this and you wouldn’t want him in any other way.
And you tell him as much.
#tangerine x reader#tangerine x me#tangerine#imagine tangerine#tanbergine bullet train#lemon and tangerine#tangerine x plus size reader#tangerine x fem!reader#bullet train fanfic#bullet train movie
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Close Call
#tangerine#tangerine imagine#tangerine oneshot#tangerine angst#tangerine drabble#tangerine fic#tangerine fanfiction#tangerine fluff#tangerine headcanon#tangerine hc#tangerine x reader#tangerine x you#tangerine x y/n#tangerine x plus size reader#tangerine bullet train#tangerine blurb#tangerine masterlist#tangerine aesthetic#tangerine moodboard#tangerine dialogue
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🍑!LUFFY HEADCANNONS
Summary: Headcannons of luffy and his darling giving him peaches every season
Pairings: Peach lover!luffy x Black reader
Warning: Fluff💞, suggestive content, grammatical errors. MDNI.
Note: Had this in my notes since forever. Anyways ive decided to write for both opla luffy and inaki cause manz is too cute.
Taglist: @closet-degenerate @sanjisblackasswife @luffyinlove @roronoaswifey @euphofic @itzgabz22
🍑 Noone really knew how his obsession for the butt-shaped fruit started but the most noticeable period was when a crate of them were delivered to sunny with a 'For luffy' tag on it after eating the fruit he suddenly ran into the kitchen demanding to grow a peach tree on sunny, urging nami to free up some space. "It's not like your tangerines taste all that nice anyways." He left the kitchen sulking and with a big red bump on his head but with burning determination.
🍑 But this ain't about no fruit! This is about your big fat ass and luffy's weird fixation on it. Hates to see you leave but loves to watch you walk away, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and bounce when you pass by. And don't get him started on those short shorts you wore that one time. Got a beating when he suddenly had his hands shoved up your shorts. "I'm sworry, it jiwggled swo mwuch i thwought it'd fwall wout"
🍑 You once sent luffy a peach plushie because of his peach-phase oh ho big mistake, he took it round the sunny showing everyone and telling them how it reminded him of your butt. It was half his size and so soft he could sink inside, so when he was sad or missed your presence he would wrap his rubber arms around it a million times and cuddle into it. "Sigh.... Feels just like Y/n."
🍑 Luffy loves how you randomly grind on him, this usually happens when the your listening to songs on the radio and squabbling with ussop on who can rap faster, you just start rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the music and gosh he trys not to groan at your unconscious grinding but he can't help but hold your waist and grind back into you. This turns into another love making session. "You started it! So you don't get to run!"
🍑 As much as he adores taking you from the from the front just to see your lewd expressions during intercourse, he's more enamoured with watching your ass form ripples and bounce with the force of his thrusts, plus don't get him started on them stretch marks and cellulite, he thinks it's super sexy you have those. Loves to trace and suck on them leaving his marks and bites on every single one. "So pretty! Can i leave more- ouch! That hurt!!"
🍑 Loves it when you get an attitude, that way he can plow you from the back with no mercy. Your butt against his lower abdomen and your soft thighs pressing against his. His hard and firm grip on your waist keeping you steady from his relentless and brutal thrusts. The soft feeling of your watery behind against his strong hips will forever be one of the best feelings; apart from being inside you. "Yeah.. Just like that. So pretty!"
🍑 Loves to cup your cheeks, lift them up, release then watch it bounce back to place, is totally obessed with the way they dance around before settling down. You usually don't mind but he does this spontaneously leaving you to scold him relentlessly; that only stirs him up by the way, so you've given up letting him do as he pleases. "Haha! What is this?! it's just like water!"
🍑 Once tried the whipping cream stuff.... Yeah it went too well you had to ban it entirely cause, one; he wanted to eat it off your ass all the time, two; Swears your ass is jello, an apparent reason why he bites too hard sometimes, three; sanji's starting to get suspicious cause luffy manages to finish one can of whipping cream each session. Yeah never again. "Come on just one more time!" Ok maybe not, you can't say no to the adorable goof ball
🍑 Loves to lay on your back side. Indoors, outdoors, on the the deck or on your beach chair anywhere you can name on sunny he'll find you. Loves how his big head sinks in, your cheeks cradling his face in a loving embrace. Laughs when you try to shake him off cause he thinks it's a game. Has had naps on you and swears it's the best sleep he gets. Tends to smack you if you move too much. "Hey! Stay still i'm tryna sleep!"
#one piece#fem reader#luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy#anime men#one piece fanfiction#i love this man so much
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Tangerine x Reader
titled fics:
Crossed Paths Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4*
Said the Spider, to the Fly * (Sub!Tan x Dom!Reader) (pt 2)*
I Know That I Should Let Go, But I Can’t (Tangerine x Goofy!Reader & pt 2 & pt 3) x
Not Your Fault, But Mine (Tan x Single Mother!Reader)
Forever Blowing Bubbles (Reader x Tangerine Childhood friends to married) & Holiday Drabble
love drunk (Sex Pollen) Start Part 1 Part 2
Strange Bedfellows*
untitled fics:
Tangerine x Tattoo Artist Reader
Tangerine x Reader Head Rubs
Tangerine x Reader Old Friends
Tangerine x M!Reader *
Tangerine x Reader Rivals to Lovers
Possessive/Jealous!Tangerine x F!Reader *
Stealing Tangerine’s Jewellery & Part 2
Tangerine x Handler!Reader
Tangerine x Sniper!Reader *
Tangerine x Reader Only One Bed *
Tangerine x Short!Male!Reader
Mafia!Tangerine x Innocent!Reader
Sub!Tangerine x Reader *
Tangerine x Reader Bad Date
Tangerine and Elder’s Assistant
Stealing Tangerine’s Watch
Reader Accidentally Hurt
Tangerine x GN!Reader Smut - By The Fire *
Tangerine x M!Reader Smut *
Tangerine’s Reaction When You’re Expecting
Tangerine x Reader - Date Night
Tangerine Can’t Cook
Tangerine x Plus Size Reader*
Tangerine x Reader Praise Kink*
Tan’s First Time Bottoming*
Spooning
Tan Taking Care of Pregnant!Reader
Tan Finds You Crying
Drunk Tan x Reader
Reader & Tan Break Up
Sub!Tan Drabble
Cold Drabble
Washing Tan’s Hair
Lemon x Reader
Lemon x Assassin Reader *
Lemon x Reader Domestic Fluff
Lemon x Reader First Kiss
Lemon x Reader Suspenders
Lemon Dealing With Tangerine and Reader When They’ve Been Drugged
Lemon x Reader Bath
Lemon x Reader Smut *
Lemon x Reader Get a Cat
Reader Doing Lemon’s Tie
Lemon x Male!Reader
Lemon and the Boba Shop Barista
Lemon Morning Sex *
Maria Beetle x Reader
Phone Sex*
White Death x Reader
Lap
Kinktober Follow-Up*
heaven can’t help me now*
Yuichi Kimura x Reader
Single Mother!Assassin!Reader x Yuichi
Smut*
Misc Bullet Train
Pussy Eating Headcanon List
Lemon & Tangerine Clothes Shopping Headcanons
Tan & Lemon looking after a sick reader
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Reasons To Share a Bed: x x x x
Sexual Tension Prompts: x x x x
Simple Action Prompts x x x x x
Smut Prompts x x x x x x
Staying the Night x x x x
#bottom graphics by bhaalism!!!#tangerine x reader#lemon x reader#maria beetle x reader#yuichi kimura x reader#the white death x reader#white death x reader
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