if you're sitting on a fanfic idea because you think it's "too weird" or "too niche" I need you to understand something: the internet is VAST and FULL of people with your exact brand of weird. that crackship that makes sense only to you? there are at least 50 people who will read it and go "oh my god FINALLY." but even if there were ZERO? you still deserve to write the thing that makes your brain light up.
It’s time y’all start sending asks without pressing the ‘ask anonymously’ button PLEASEEE I just wanna make y’all mutuals. I swear I love your ideas and topics to chat about.
Hi!! Can I request tangerine edging the reader at a really nice (dimly lit) restaurant? She’s been wanting to try it out all month but then is now in a rush to get home but he makes her wait until after dessert and keeps teasing her while driving home. One hand on the wheel and the other on her. If you’re comfortable, it could lead to car sex. He pulls over somewhere and he just naaaasty LOL.
Loveeeeee your vision. Hope you like the outcome x
Impatient
Tangerine x f!reader
Theme: edging/car sex
Warnings: light swearing, use of petnames, unprotected sex, fingering, sub-ish reader.
Word count: ~1.4K
Your heartbeat thrums in your ears. Doing your very best to keep your breathing as steady as possible. When a shaky puff of air leaves your lips, your boyfriend's voice cuts through the thundering sound. "Quiet, or I'll stop," he murmurs only for you to hear. You swallow thickly, eyes darting around the dimly rit restaurant. Guests are busying themselves with their food, their company. No one glances your way. No one seems to realize his hand is under the table, busy with you. Truth is, you've been begging for this. Suggested it a few weeks ago. Tangerine agreed after the third time you brought it up, but never told you when or where. Now here you are, with trembling thighs under the perfectly white ironed tablecloth. It's a nice restaurant - fancy. So, naturally, you're wearing a fancy dress. One that gave Tangerine ideas. Easy access, perfect for his hand to slip between, unbeknownst to the rest of the world. He's touching you over your panties. Rubbing up and down, then slow circles until he feels a wet patch bloom into the soft fabric. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "There we go," he whispers before taking a casual sip of his whiskey. You had barely finished dinner before his ministrations started. A friend of yours actually recommended this restaurant to you a few months ago. Saying they had the absolute best dessert menu. Though, as good as dessert sounds right now, it's nothing compared to the unbearable ache between your legs. "Dessert, love?" Tangerine hands you the menu, which you take from him and immediately toss it aside. "We need to go home. Now," you plead. He huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Not yet, darlin'. Heard the desserts 'ere are bloody good. Be a shame if I didn't give that a try, now, wouldn't it?" You whine. Soft enough not to draw any attention, but he heard it. Of course he did. "Patience, darlin'. After dessert, you'll get what you want, hm?" His fingers now dip beneath your panties, finally making contact with bare skin. His rings are a cold contrast to his warm fingers. A soft gasp leaves your lips, hips starting to writhe. He's quick to build you up. The muscles in your thighs pull tighter and tighter as you near your climax. Lips pressed together to prevent any sounds from coming out.
It's enough for him to rid you of the sensations, withdrawing his fingers alltogether. You let out a frustrated breath, glaring at him with a look that speaks louder than words. The waitress chooses that moment to walk past your table. "Would you like to order any dessert?" the young woman chirps politely as she gathers your empty plates. "Two lava cakes, please," Tangerine gives her a quick polite nod. "Sure thing, I'll bring that right up." You let out a slow, controlled breath through your nose. "I'm not hungry," you mutter as the waitress walks toward the open kitchen. "Yeah, ya are," Tangerine huffs, genuinely amused. "In fact, you're starvin'," he continues. "Not what I meant," you grit. He smirks. "Doll." His hand grabs the underside of your chair and scoots you a little closer to him. "You're the one who wanted to give this a go, eh?" His voice is firm, but affectionate. Almost fond. He finds it amusing, not allowing you a release makes you grumpier than he expected and he's not even thinking about apologizing for it. "I'll take care of ya at home. Proper." He kisses your temple briefly. A silent promise.
The cakes are neatly placed in front of both of you. The corresponding cutlery along with it. "Eat up," he's already digging in his own cake, warm, steamy chocolate pooling out of it. Reluctantly, you eat your cake. The taste overruling your need for a few seconds, because yeah, the desserts are in fact very tasty. Tangerine smiles to himself when he sees you enjoying your dessert. Almost inhaling it, he isn't sure if it's because you like it that much, or if you wanna go home as soon as possible. Both, probably. Once finished, his own impatience shows through how quickly he stands up and tosses a few bills on the table without counting them. You follow him out the restaurant. Big strides eating up the distance toward the car. He opens your door, rounds the car and gets in. The engine growls to life before he peels out of the parking lot with a tiny squeak of the wheels.
The ride home feels like it's taking hours. You want nothing more than to finally get that release he's been denying you all night. Your boyfriend's hand slips between your thighs once more, one hand on the wheel, the other slowly tracing its way up your legs. Without hesitation, you tug up your dress a little higher on your hips, lifting one foot up the passenger seat to give him better access. He chuckles to himself. Eyes on the road, but he sees what you're doing from the corner of his eye. "Impatient," he murmurs as his ring-clad fingers finally brush your folds. Your head falls back against the headrest with a dull thud. "Please." The sound tinged with nothing but desperation. When he slips a finger inside and you moan? His own need swallows him whole. Those tented trousers. The way his jaw is clenched so tight he could crack a tooth. With a sudden turn, he stops on the side of the road, pulls his hand back from you only to undo both your seatbelts with terrifying speed. Next is his seat; he yanks the handle up and creates enough room for you to sit on top of him. Your mind catches up quick, already riding your dress up all the way and tugging your panties to the side. The driver's seat is now almost fully flat as you crawl over his thighs. He helps you with his trousers, freeing his hardened length by shoving the fabric down just so. "God- I need you," you breathe as he grips your waist and lines you up with himself. "I know," he grunts, eyes focused on aligning you right. Only when his eyes meet yours, you sink down, finally enveloping him the way you've been craving all night. The moan you both let out comes simultaneously. It takes a few seconds of adjusting before you start riding him, your hand propped up against the window for leverage as you bounce up and down. The seat creaks underneath your combined weight, neither cares. Tangerine's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, his hands steady on your hips to help guide your rhythm. Occasional curses slip past his restraint. A quiet 'fuck' mixes with your louder moans and the ongoing creaking of the seat. The car rocks just slightly with your movements, bypassers would definitely be able to tell what's going on, but you're both too swept up in each other. He tightens his grip on you as his hips now snap up from underneath, matching your downward bounce with each hard upward thrust of his own. The mewl he pulls from your lips is pure music to his ears. He does it again. And again. Until you fall apart in his lap. A quick few rubs of his thumb on your clit and you're done for. The tight coil inside snaps with a sound that could've easily been right out of a porn-film. Rhythmic pulses hug your walls tighter around him, triggering his own release. With a growled out moan, he spills deep inside you as his grip keeps you seated until every tremor has fully faded.
Your hand slides down the window, drawing finger-shaped stripes on the fogged up glass. Both panting like you just ran a marathon. That stupidly adorable dopey smile appears on his face. The one that shows only when he's satisfied to the bone. "Good?" he breathes, never taking his eyes off your face. You kiss him. Soft, lingering pecks on his warm lips. "Fuckin' amazing," you smile into the kiss.
I've just had the tragic realisation that I have a very specific type for dumbass men with bad smoking habits, bad porn staches, and questionable mental health, who get into ridiculous situations in which they somehow manage to NOT die (..for the most part.) while wearing their blue suits that match their gorgeous blue eyes and I-
Y’all, I’ve finally seen Fuze and whoever said Will doesn’t have enough character development; I agree. I hoped there would’ve been more of a storyline about his past/alliances with other people and what shaped him ‘n stuff.
But overall I loved the movie. Something about the authoritive side of Will had me sliding off my seat ngl.
Could I please request a HC about how Tangerine would flirt and get the reader riled up at inappropriate times and places? Like finding ways to discreetly grab her ass at the grocery store, run his hand up between her legs at dinner, or mindlessly cop a feel at the beach when she was only coming in for a peck on the lips?
Riling You Up (HC)
First of all, he'd love this. Not to rile you up per se (though yeah, he likes it), but also because he's simply possessive. And huge on physical touch. So you bet he'd take every opportunity to cop a feel.
Sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Like when you're grabbing something from a higher shelf in the grocery store he'll simply slide an arm around your waist from behind, then grabs the thing you're reaching for with his other one. Nips your ear and presses a kiss just below it just to tease.
Might also use you as a shield if he's turned on and it's visible through his trousers. Likely keeps you flush or sits you on his lap. Grumbles something without malice about how it's your fault.
And when he's turned on? He'll make it his personal mission to get you riled up too; cheeky butt-grabs when you're walking next to him on the sidewalk. Or a quick tap on your arse when you walk in front of him. Even a few dirty promises in your ear when he can't help himself.
Doesn't give a fuck if there's other people around. Probably even likes the fact that you have to be discreet. On dinner dates he's definitely not above sliding a hand up between your thighs. Especially if you're wearing a dress or a skirt for easy access. Claims he's just stroking your leg affectionately, while getting you hot 'n bothered.
And if you're on his lap (say, at a gathering with friends, not enough seats, he'll sit you on his lap) he'll absolutely give your chest a squeeze when no one's looking. Keeps his arms wrapped around your waist and cops a feel out of sheer curiosity what it does to you.
Also isn't above prolonging a peck you give him. You could lean in for a quick kiss when in a public setting and he would simply chase your lips. Fingers digging in your cheeks as he kisses you properly, bystanders be damned.
Plays coy. Lies through his teeth when you accuse him of deliberate grabs and kisses.
"Swear I wasn't tryna get you goin', love."
Chuckles low and proud when you scold him for all of it. Your little hissed outburst only proof to him it's working and you're just as bothered as he's been all day.
"Well now that you're all needy 'n wantin', I might as well help y'out. How's that sound?"
And yeah, the session at home after a day like that isn't one to forget soon.
Would love to start seeing see some more mature content on your account! Can you give a a list/HC of what you think all of Tan’s kinks are and how nasty he would be in bed?
I do have a HC with spicy Tan stuff if you haven't seen it yet, but I made one with what I think his specific kinks could be <3
Call me insane but I feel like this bastard loves to smoke during sex. Loves it more when you do it too. Gently blowing smoke in each others face, kissing it out your mouth etc. It's sensual to him.
Said it in my other HC as well, but he's huge on praise. He's a chatty bastard so he'll shower you with praise when he feels you enjoying it too. He loves both receiving it and giving it. Bonus points if you look at him in the eyes when it happens.
Dirty talk. He's into it if it works for you. Goes hand in hand with the praise. Will call you pet names for sure. It's in his British nature.
Could very well have a thing for inexperienced lovers, because he's not afraid of showing them the ropes. Likes it when he gets to teach. He's a control freak after all, so having someone look at him for directions is right up his alley.
Edging. Circles back to his love for control. Likes to dominate by deciding when and where you're allowed to come. An oddly specific detail popped up in my mind for this, but I feel like he'd be fully clothed and you'd be naked. There's something about it that deepens the power imbalance when you're vulnerable and he's not.
Goes wild if he sees you in any of his football merch. Has a West Ham sweater, will literally go feral if he sees you wearing it.
Is too impatient for extended teasing, but a little is appreciated. Likes it when you grind in his lap still clothed, then slowly strip for him.
I think he has a lingerie fetish. He's always impeccably dressed himself and would likely appreciate a good set on you. Especially when it's complete with stockings, suspenders and heels. Loves to shag you in it without taking it off.
Hair pulling for him goes both ways. Loves to tug on yours when he has you bent over for him, but also loves it when you fist his curls. ESPECIALLY when he's going down on you.
Fighting/wrestling could get him going. It's a powerplay he enjoys participating in. Loves it when you fight for dominance too.
Has a kink for your chest, especially when you ride him and they bounce. Can't stop touching and kissing them.
Might have a slight pain kink. Not in the form of actual hits, but more like a deep hickey sucked in a place no one else gets to see. Or a bite with a little more force than necessary. Nails dragging down his back etc. Can trigger a more animalistic side of him.
Loves watching you suck his fingers clean after they've been inside you. Especially when your mouth gives his rings attention too.
Does enjoy being submissive too. Letting go of control is hard for him, so he'll likely only do it with someone he trusts rather than a quick hook-up.
Thoughts on Will from Fuze yet??? I feel like there wasn’t enough character development for him but DAMNN did he look fucking good in uniform…
I haven't watched it yet unfortunately! The release date was postponed where I live, but I think I found it on Prime so I'll watch it very soon! He looks too good in uniform not to write about- i mean c'mon.
Hi all good about Ives! Thank you for letting me know. If anything changes, please let me know. Can you please do a virgin female reader with tangerine? They’ve been dating for awhile with lots of sexual tension. After a romantic dinner out, she stays over tangerines apt for the weekend to finally hook up with them. It’s super smutty - passionate, erotic, loving, and consensual. the reader wears a full lingerie set. Tangerine makes her feel beautiful, loved, pleasured, and safe. Thank you so much!
This one turned out way longer than I anticipated OOPS.
First Time
Tangerine x virgin f!reader
Theme: smut
Warnings: oral (f receiving), protected sex, swearing, pet names, dirty talk, praise... lmk if I missed something.
Word count: 1.9K
Four months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend. Traditionally, obviously. He took you on a dinner date, pulled your chair out like a proper gentleman, even gave you his arm to hold when you walked side by side. Then proceeded to bring you home without any expectations. But he did pop the question there, right in front of your doorstep. He often still thinks about the way your face lit up when you said yes.
Tangerine knew you weren't experienced when he first started seeing you. Which is also the reason he never pushed further than anything you initiated. Kept himself in line, following your pace. It never really went past making out and some heavy petting. But lately? Your mind has been drifting, wondering what it'd be like. With him. He's sat across from you now. The dimly lit dining room casts a warm glow on his sharp features. He's wearing his classic blue suit, the one he wore on your first date as well. Your eyes are glued on him; the way his chain swings lightly when he leans forward on his elbows, the way his brows pull together while reading the menu, his slicked back hair that betrays how much effort he put into looking good for you tonight. Without much thought, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, mind racing with thoughts that send a tingle through your core. He notices, of course he does. "Stop bitin' that lip," he mutters without looking up. He's not angry, just distracted. Then you cross your leg over the other under the table to relieve some pressure, the action masked as casualty. When your foot gives his shin a tease, slowly dragging up and down in an almost innocent manner, his head snaps up. A blink. Once, twice. Your boyfriend was clearly not expecting this to happen now. He clears his throat while a shaky hand loosens his tie a nudge. "Darlin'," he starts, trying not to lose his mind. "What 'r you doin'?" He licks his lips once, trying to gauge your intentions. You've flirted before, sure. But he isn't oblivious to that hungry look in your eyes. "Nothing," you shrug innocently. "We're having a nice time, no?" His jaw works. Did he misread you? Your foot trails higher on his leg, pulling up his trouser leg a little as you go. "What's with the playin' footsie then?" he grits, feeling his trousers become a little too tight for his liking. "And for cryin' out loud, stop bitin' that lip. It's makin' me lose me mind." You chuckle, finally relenting. "Bloody minx," he mutters to himself, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "You still stayin' at mine this weekend, doll?" He changes the subject. You nod, taking a sip of your drink. Deliberately, you left out the fact you pulled out a black lacey lingerie set. Matched with a gorgeous pair of stockings and suspenders. You bought it a while ago, wanting to save it for your first night with him. One you now finally feel ready for.
After dinner, Tangerine does what he always does. Pays, tips generously, guides you out the restaurant with a steady grip on your lower back and holds your hand on the way home. His thumb rubs absently over your knuckles as you walk. The door opens with a smooth flick of his wrist and a soft creak of the hinges. You've been at his flat before, but never stayed the night until now. He offers you a drink, already pulling out two glasses from the cabinet. When you don't answer, he turns around and spots that look in your eyes again. He stills, glasses forgotten on the counter. Without another word, you close the distance and kiss him. One he reciprocates with equal fervor. Rough hands grip your hips, yours tangle in his hair, messing up his slicked back strands. "God-," he breathes between hot presses of his mouth. He’s been starving for this and you know it. Your hands wander lower, palming him through his pinstripe trousers, his hardness undeniable through the thin fabric. The glasses clatter and almost fall when he pushes you against the counter top, never breaking the kiss once. His lips move hungrily over yours, tongue swiping gently but persistently against your own. When you suddenly pull his belt loose, he lets out a low, controlled breath through his nose, watching your nimble fingers work. His lips crash back onto yours. A full body shudder runs through Tangerine when you softly moan into his mouth. "Fuck, doll. We gotta stop 'ere if you ain't ready for more, yeah?" he breathes. The bulge in his trousers now borderline uncomfortable with how hard he is. But your comfort means more to him, and he won't go further if this isn't what you want as well.
You shake your head. "I'm ready," you murmur while pressing kisses along his jawline. "I want this. Want you." His breath stutters, just once. So he did read you right earlier. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he finds the words. "Fuck. You sure?" his hand grips your jaw, making you face him. The blue irises are nearly swallowed up by his dark pupils. You nod, the hunger not lost in your eyes either. Then he’s moving; hoisting you up by your thighs, nearly dragging you to his bedroom. "Lemme take care of you proper, then," he grunts while his long legs eat up the distance. You land with a soft bounce on his nearly made bed. He strips you slowly, reverently. Nothing is rushed. Always making sure you're okay by glancing at your expression. When you're in nothing but lingerie and he's stripped down to his boxers, his breath catches. "Christ," he speaks, voice hoarse with both lust and admiration. "You look so fuckin' good in that, poppet." His calloused hand drags up one of your thighs, spreading you gently. His abs flex when he crawls over you, kissing you deeply as he settles between your thighs.
The build-up is deliciously slow. Teasing. Sweet nothings whispered in each others ears. Then his fingers travel down your chest, tracing the swell of one breast before it dips lower over your stomach. His eyes flick to yours for permission before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties. Then slides them down your hips, over your legs. Warm lips touch your hipbone, lower, down to your thigh. Tangerine spreads your legs a little further, dipping his head to where you want him. His only mission now to show you how good intimacy can feel. "You ever been touched 'ere, sweetheart?" he looks up from between your legs, drawing feather light circles with his finger on your pubic bone. You shake your head shyly. "Can I?" his pupils dialate even further with heat if that's even possible. When you nod, he goes slow. So slow. Starts with a soft, experimental flick of his tongue on your clit. Learning you, your body, your taste, your preferences. He wants to get this right for you. Doesn't take him long to find what works. Soft, wet laps of his tongue through your folds that make you mewl out soft sounds. Utterly overwhelmed in the best way when his fingers join the mix, carefully curling inside while his mouth closes over you. He can't help but grind down into the mattress while hearing you fall apart for him. The moment his name falls from your lips, he surges back over your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Boxers discarded with rough efficiency. "You want me to...?" you start, ready to return the favor, but he cuts you off with a whispered 'no'. Not rejection, just pure need for something he’s been thinking about for months. "Need t'be inside ya, if you let me."
He kisses you deeply as he fumbles in the bedside drawer for a condom. The kiss breaks only to roll it on himself. Back between your legs, he slides his hand up and down your thigh, soothing any nervousness. "If you ain't comfortable, we're stoppin'. Y'hear?" He leans forward, the seriousness in his eyes giving you an odd sense of safety. You nod. "Ready, baby?" he rasps against your lips, the tip of him gently nudging your entrance. "Hold onto me," he gently instructs, giving a small nod when your hands find a place on his shoulderblades. Then, he slowly but surely sinks inside, just a few inches at first, letting you adjust. An involuntary moan slips out of you, nails digging into his back on instinct. A rough grunt escapes him, the tightness, the warmth, your nails in his back - it's a lot for him too. "Y'alright?" he kisses your neck, trying to distract you from the foreign feeling. "Yeah," you pant softly "It's a lot." He hums in your neck. "I know, sweetheart. But you're doing so well, though, ain't you? My gorgeous girl." The praise sends a shiver down your spine, your core clenching around him in response. He chooses that moment to sink in all the way, keeping an eye on your face. And when your features twist into pleasure, he finally moans too. His hips find a steady pace. Not too deep or too fast, completely adjusted to how you sound. If you moan louder at a certain angle? He focuses there. Figuring out exactly what pace and depth you love the most. When more moans follow, he swallows them, kissing you deeply while his hips keep their steady pace. The soft sound of skin on skin only adding to the sensation.
Then he rolls you both over so you're straddling him. Giving you a chance to ride him if you want. "I'll help," he immediately rasps when he sees the uncertainty in your eyes. He sits up against the headboard with you in his lap. Strong hands on your waist to help lift you up and down on him. You find a rhythm pretty quick. "Look at ya. Fuckin' beautiful," he moans. To make sure you get there too, he slips his hand down between you, making sure you grind against his fingers with each bounce. Another filthy whimper rips from your throat before your voice breaks on his name. You're close. He can feel it in how your bounces have sped up. How your breath comes in short puffs. Eyes squeezed shut. "C'mon," he encourages, "I've got ya." White hot pleasure crashes over you, your head buries in his neck when you let go around him, your moan mixes with his grunts. He bounces you once last time on him before stilling, his orgasm ripping through him like a wave he can't escape. The veins in his neck pop, eyes squeezed shut when his lips part on a groan. He chants your name in whispered breaths like a prayer before pressing kisses all over your face. "You okay?" he breathes, searching your face. When you press a loving kiss to his lips and that happy little "yeah" comes out? He lets himself fall backward on the mattress, taking you with him. His arms wrap around your back, keeping you close. "That... was amazing," is all you manage. He smiles. Properly. A warmth floods his chest. He presses a final kiss to your temple, letting you slowly drift off in his safe embrace.
Hi thank you for all of the Ives requests. I love it. You write so well :) Can you please do Ives knocks virgin reader up. They decide to keep the baby. Ives is crazy for Readers very pregnant body (especially her chest). They’re still so feral for one another in the bedroom - hot, sweaty, sexy sex. Ives loves doggy and her being on top. Ives plans to propose to the reader bc he’s in love with her.
Hi love. I'm so sorry but I unfortunately stopped writing for Ives. I might bring him back in the future, but for now he's not someone I'm writing for anymore.
My masterlist now also shows which characters I do take requests for, to clear up any confusion! Thanks for requesting lovely.
hiii!! could i request a tangerine x reader fic where they’re on a mission against each other as rivals but slowly fall for/warm up to each other?
You sure cannnnn :) This has potential to be a little series if you wanna see more. And otherwise I hope you enjoy this bit on it's own x
Take It Personal
Tangerine x f!reader
Theme: rivals to potential lovers
Warnings: some swearing
Word count: ~1.3K
They talk about him a lot in the industry. The bloke with the ridiculous code name. Though, that's not exactly what he's known for. Tangerine is one of the most feared assassins within the field. He's precise, efficient, quick. A real professional, he calls himself. And then there's you. A newbie assassin with skills that actually surprises many. You're climbing the work ladder rapidly, making a name for yourself. People recognize you, some even fear you. It's your bravery and agility that works in your favor, really. You might not be as quick or have the experience of someone like Tangerine, but you're learning. Fast. Which is why your handler called you for this job. Tangerine had been stealing intel and executing targets, your targets. The paychecks now have his name on them. Revenge, you assumed. The man probably didn't like how some new girl was catching up to him so fast.
"He's not on our side," your handler speaks through your earpiece. "Stealing intel and taking money out of your pocket means he's made it personal. A vendetta against you. This needs to stop." You sigh through your nose, roughly gathering your gear and shoving it into a small bag; a sleek, black handgun. Your first. It's small, but does the job. A knife, extra bullets, smoke grenades, painkillers, post-job first-aid kit. It's all there. You zip the bag with more force than necessary. "He's an arse," you answer your handler. "But I don't get why you're sending me off. He doesn't seem like the 'talking things out' type now, does he?" Your handler sighs. "You're not gonna talk. You're gonna execute him. He aimed for you, now I need you to finish it." Your throat goes dry, hands freeze on your bag. "You conveniently left that out of the fuckin' briefing," you grit through your teeth. "Manipulation is how we get things done around here." Your handler's tone is final. "Check back in when you near his wherabouts." The mic beeps twice when the call ends. Executing Tangerine was not quite what you expected, but there's no time to overthink it either. He did make things personal. And maybe it's time you took it that way.
The line rings once. "Yes?" The gravel crunches softly under your boots as you make your way toward the alley he was last seen in. "I'm here," you whisper into the mic. "Can you confirm he's there?" your handler asks. The dark area gives almost nothing away. Then your ears strain, picking up a voice further down. It's a Cockney accent, you make out. "He's here," you mutter back. "I'll check back in when it's done." Your footsteps are barely audible as you make your way deeper into the alley where his voice becomes more clear. You peek your head from behind the wall. He's on the phone, pacing lazily with one hand in his trouser pocket. He then ends the call with a simple click, his back facing you. The grip on your gun tightens, body coiled tight like a spring. You have a shot.
"You can come out now, darlin'," his voice changes to a lower, more sultry sound. Almost mocking in its tone. Your heart sinks. Frozen in place, you listen, not daring to peek your head out again. "Don't make me repeat myself," he states after a few seconds. The pistol in his holster sits heavy on his back. He takes it out, giving it a wipe down with his sleeve. You appear with your gun aimed, already spotting a dumpster to hide behind if he decides to open the fire. Tangerine raises his own weapon into a stand-off. "There she is," he drawls. Teeth showing momentarily before he schools his expression back to something stoic. "You didn't really think I weren't expectin' ya to turn up today or tomorrow, did ya?" You step closer, gun steadily aimed at him. "Sounds like you wanted me to show up after those tricks you pulled," you bite back. "Finally figured it out then, did ya?" he takes a step closer. "Best to let your targets come to you. Makes things a lot easier f'me," he tilts his head. You frown. So he's hired to kill you too. "Just because someone like me has a chance of taking your place? That's a reason to take me out? Sounds like a load of crap to me," you answer, taking another step. His jaw works, as if chewing on his next words. His eyes are sharper than before, the words cutting through something he won't name. "Bullshit," he grits. "I was hired because you pissed people off on my side. You're nothing but a cocky little thing who thinks she's got the skill to survive in a world like this." He closes the distance fully, tilting your chin up with the barrel of his gun. "You're in over your head, kid," his eyes follow the bobbing of your throat when you swallow. Either bravery or stupidity gives you the guts to spit out your next words; "Someone will put you in the ground one day. Better let that be someone that's up there with you on that ladder than some nobody you wouldn't even spare a glance." His brows draw together in both confusion and begrudging respect. "You think you're up there with me?" You don't flinch, pressing your gun up under his chin, letting the action speak for you. A flicker of something predatory flashes across his features. Neither moves, but you catch the way his eyes drop to your mouth for a split second. "God, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" His blue eyes bore into yours, seeing right through your bravado. He doesn't miss the slight mischief in your eyes. It makes the corner of his mouths tug up into a tiny smile. "Takes one to know one, eh?" he quips back.
You give him a shove, hard enough to knock a breath out of him as he stumbles back a few steps. "Oi!" Your heartbeat throbs in your throat. When he aims his gun back up at you, chaos breaks loose. Bullets start flying as you duck behind a dumpster. The dark alley flashes with bright lights, shots echoing off the walls. Bullet cases hitting the ground with sharp metal sounds. None of it registers, both too focused on finishing what you came here for. The grip on your gun tightens to the point where your hand shakes. It's silent for a few seconds when he suddenly appears behind you. The only thing giving him away is his heavier breathing. You jolt, scrambling on the pavement until your back hits the dumpster, gun raised defensively. Neither moves. Neither shoots, although he easily could've when you weren't looking. That realization dawns upon you. Your eyes flick between his when you catch his jaw working again, like he's pondering something over. The look in your eyes. The way your hands are shaking. How you didn't take him out either when you had the chance earlier. He won't hurt you. Can't. With a low, displeased sound in the back of his throat, he lowers his gun and holds out his palm instead. You look at his hand like it burned you, then back up at his face. "…B'fore I change my fuckin' mind, please," he grumbles impatiently. Your hand slips in his and he yanks you up from behind the dumpster. He's letting you off. Mentally scolding himself for doing so. His hand comes up to touch your face. Nothing sweet about it. You flinch, but he doesn't hurt you. His thumb simply wipes a bit of dirt off your cheek, like touching you is an impulse he can't stop. "Go on, then," he murmurs as he tucks his gun away, the lines on his face drawn tight with frustration. You brush past him, shoulders briefly touching before you hurry out the alley. Neither said it out loud, but you both know this mission just became a hell of a lot more complicated.
Bad Chem by Sabrina Carpenter is so Tangerine coded
#Flightlessbird💙💙💙
omg i loveeee sabrina carpenter with my whole heart, i even went to the short n sweet tour!!! and this is so correct.
reader and tangerine are soooo kinky. it was so surprising how good it felt to when tangerine was all rough with reader, how before they even start he kisses her sweetly and tells her "you know i love you, right?" and she pants out a yes before he fucks her like he doesn't. shoving her face in the sheets, biting her all over, manhandling her in different positions, etc... but she loves it, her stomach swirl with excitement when he gets that way. and even though she might not be quite settled in fully, she trusts him completely when it comes to sex.
Call me Beck @latenightdraftsx - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
