tangerine x gn!reader, platonic!lemon x gn!reader, 825 words
a/n: i don't even know what the fuck this is good luck. possibly out of character, possibly not. you be the judge, pookie.
You took the sugary icing from Tangerine, carefully lining the edge of the gingerbread roof—tongue poking out in concentration. Tangerine snorted softly at the sight, eating yet another gumdrop from the decor for your gingerbread house.
"I swear to god, if you eat another one, I'm going to break the damn house," you said, not looking up from your meticulous work. As excited as you were for this gingerbread house, you wouldn't be afraid to wreck all the hard work from the both of you.
"Oh?" Tangerine asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabbed a red gumdrop. "Sounds devastating, love. Whatever shall I do?"
You looked up at him, icing bag squeezed in your hands. A gob of the icing fell on the edge of the roof, souring the meticulous outline you had.
"You are being dramatic," Tangerine chided.
"Me? Dramatic? I would never," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
He watched you closely as he put the gumdrop between his teeth, a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh, you bitch," you said. "You've done nothing but be a pain this entire time!"
"Me? Love, where's your manners? All I'm doing is helping out. What more can I do?"
You narrowed your eyes. "You know what you can do?" you asked. "You can eat my icing."
He snorted at your words. "What?"
Before he even realized what you were doing, because who in their right mind would even do this, you were pointing the piping bag of icing right at him and squeezing it. It didn't really get very far, falling from the bag and plopping down on his trousers, but it was enough for him to glare at you.
"You're fuckin' jokin', now, ain't you love? What the fuck was that?"
"Payback," you simply said. You go back to your gingerbread roof, carefully scraping the already drying icing off. You cursed under your breath. "This is gonna suck, because of you!"
"Because of me?"
"Yes, because of you, you—"
You hadn't a chance to finish before a gumdrop was launched at your face. You paused and looked up at him, wiping the sugary excess from your cheek.
"You wanna play that game?"
"Not a game, mate," he said, grabbing a handful of sprinkles. "Don't do anythin' you'll live to regret."
You quickly stand and grab a handful of sprinkles as well, ready to throw it at him, when his brother walked into the kitchen, seeing the two of you ready to launch red, white, and green sugary specs at each other.
Lemon blinked slowly seeing as the two of you had paused, glancing back at him.
"What in the hell are you two doing?" he blurted. "Fuckin' right mess, you've made. Who the fuck's gonna clean it all up?"
One glance was shared between the two of you. That's all it took for you to both throw the handfuls of sprinkles at Lemon, practically chasing him out of the kitchen, yelling about how he was not gonna be the one to clean up the fuckin' gingerbread trash house they made.
Of course, it wasn't the only bit of sprinkle thrown.
Tangerine grabbed another handful and grabbed you by the bicep, pulling you into his chest. The hand of sprinkles hovered precariously over your head.
"Don't. You. Dare."
Tangerine's eyes flashed with wicked glee. "What'll you do, Y/n? Ice me to death?"
"Tangerine, stop it!"
He let a few of the sprinkles spill from his hand and onto your head. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss before he did the unthinkable—he let his hand down the front of your shirt and dropped the sprinkles from his hand.
You shrieked, and rightfully so, grabbing the icing from the table and pointing it at all, all the while sprinkles falling from the top you wore.
"You are so annoying!" you nearly yelled, squeezing the piping back so hard that it popped at the top. You began swatting him with the plastic, only to be laughed at by your assassin boyfriend.
He grabbed you by the hip, other hand grabbing your wrist that held the piping back.
"I am annoying? Who started this fuckin' thing?"
"You did!"
"I did, hm? You better watch your pretty little mouth, love," he said, eyes narrowing playfully.
You scoffed and let the piping back drop to the floor, still feeling sprinkles in your shirt. You watched him closely, slowly catching your breath.
"Why the fuck did you put them down my shirt?"
"I saw the chance, I took it," he said. "Was hopin' you would've taken it off by now," he cheekily grinned, capturing your lips with his once more.
By the kitchen entrance, Lemon passes, muttering under his breath: "Fucking gingerbread houses." Of course, it wasn't the only thing he said, but it was the only thing you heard as Tangerine pushed you against the table, ignoring the multitudes of gingerbread walls and candy decorations.
☞ You’re recruited by a complete stranger to help him get out of a sticky situation.
The Escort - parts one & two ⁂
☞ You’re the daughter of a mobster - Who is getting taken back to the home you ran away from, against your will, by your father’s hired escort, a hot, British tough guy named Tangerine.
Get A Little Action In ⁂
☞ Tangerine starts a bar fight!!!
Blurred Lines
☞ You hop onto a train heading into the big city, chasing your aspiring-writer dreams and unaware that you're being babysat by two British brutes.
= Requests/Asks: =
Tangerine Headcanon
Headcanon - inexperienced gf
NSFW Alphabet -[As,Bs,and Vitamin Cs] ⁂
Hard day at work ⁂
Gunpoint ⁂
Catcalling
Helping Hand ⁂
Tempting the Target
SingleMother!Reader
[Lemon x Reader]:
= Requests/Asks: =
Early Bird Gets the Worm *
•● The Little Mermaid ●•
[Prince Eric x Fem!Reader]:
My Lady is the Sea ⁂ - parts one & two
𓆡 You work as a barmaid at a marina in the Cape Cod Bay. The port is becoming a popular spot for a certain Prince to frequent and 'wet his dic--whistle.'
Bright Young Women, Sick of Swimmin' ⁂
𓆡 Prince Eric needs help getting ready before a ball.
•●• STRANGER THINGS •●•
[Steve Harrington x OFC]:
Purgatory Silverstar - part I
𖥔 A totally tubular tale! An Ella Enchanted!Stranger Things AU -- [eventual smut.]
So glad to see someone writing for Lemon I adore this man
Could you please write a sleepy smut for lemon x reader please :)
Like early morning or really late at night and one of the two (you can pick) can’t relax and is really stressed about the stressful day ahead/one they’ve had. Thank you!! Xx
Hiya, Anon! Thank you very much for sending this in! Here is my first official completed request for Lemon x Reader - I hope you like it!
Request: Early Bird Gets the Worm - Lemon x gn!reader
"Wakey, wakey," your Fiance's voice is gently singing in your ear. He is placing sweet kisses on the back of your neck in spite of his hard dick pressing against you.
"You've got my attention," your voice still low with sleep but alert.
He was successful with his coaxing, as he is now buried balls deep in you.
“I hope you feel as good as I do, sweetheart, cuz holy fuck,” he whispers.
You moan, "I do. But what's with the early rising? No pun intended. Are you nervous about your work trip tonight or something?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"I mean there are only a few things that get you up this early. You're predictable," you tease.
He chuckles and leans in to kiss you. For a few moments, as he thrusts, it's just the sounds of your kissing and breathing against each other. Exploring hands touching and caressing one another; sending tingles all over your body.
The thuds of the headboard are not as nearly aggressive, unlike your other sessions. This moment is tender and gentle. Causing the bed only to rap the wall with each movement of his hips.
With his forehead pressed to yours, he can hear the tiny little sounds that barely make it out of your throat when he does something right - angling his hips to hit inside you there and rubbing your bundle of nerves just so.
Lemon is taking his time with you. You enjoy moments like this where there isn't anywhere Lemon needs to rush off to. He rolls his hips in deliberately unhurried thrusts, pulling nearly all the way out and then smoothly sliding all the way back in. The slow drag of his cock gradually builds your pleasure like a cresting wave.
You're holding onto Lemon tight with shaky hands grasping onto his arms and thighs wrapped around his hips. You whine high in your throat when the wave first washes over you, then the two of you ride out your ecstasy together. During your comedown, you're breathing him in through kisses.
He plants a few more to your cheeks and jaw then is pulling away to assumedly go rinse himself in the bathroom. So, you lay on your bed with your eyes closed and a stated smile. Until you hear soft music and your facial muscles contort into a confused frown. It's not the type of music that would naturally come from the radio. No, it's a song you have heard almost every other morning from the TV at the end of your bed or down in the living room.
The Thomas the Tank Engine theme song.
“Oh, Lem.”
“It’s a new Sunday special!”
He's sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes pleading with yours before turning back towards the screen. You chuckle and playfully kick him in the back, as you cocoon yourself under the still-warm duvet. It’s silly he enjoys this children’s show being in his thirties but it’s only one quirk. It’s impressive that he has learned to read people efficiently this way.
Post-sex bliss is slowly breaking when you hear the front door slam closed and what can only be assumed to be the sound of complaining echoing through your house. It's Tangerine, no doubt. Hunting down his brother in order for them to begin planning for work or to bitch about some mild inconvenience.
They’re a close pair, and your friendship has grown with him as well. You all have a healthy dynamic. So, his uninvited entrances are normal. Because of that, you and Lemon stay unmoving on your bed. Although, Lemon being transfixed with this episode may have prevented him from hearing his brother’s approach.
You're making sure you’re modestly covered when Tangerine finally waltzes into your open doorway. He shares a smile with you then furrows his brow at his brother,
“Oh Jesus Christ, Lem. Put your fucking cock away while you’re watching Thomas, you dolt.”
