#tangerine x fem!plus size reader

[dreamsgazer]

Day 2 - Presenting Presents

12 Days of Christmas

Warnings: slightly NSFW

“Luv?”

The penthouse is in complete darkness. Tangerine frowns, taking off his jacket and carefully hanging it on the mahogany coat rack.

The frown does not last long, not when he hears your voice from somewhere in the house “Tangerine, can you come in the bedroom?”

“Wait, everything alright?!” he inquires with sudden alarm, quickly obeying the gentle request.

There is a twinkle of laughter in your voice “Yes, my dear, I just have something for you.”

“And what is it?” he chuckles. When he finally enters the main bedroom, however, he is rendered speechless by the sight that greets him.

You are standing in the middle of the room and for once he wishes he is as good with words as his favourite writers were while putting on paper love declarations and written portraits of their beloveds.

He is not a poet, though, he’s a bloke from London and the “Fuck, love!” he exhales must do the job.

You are wrapped in a lingerie set, a tiny little thing all silver ribbons and dark red lace straps running along your arms, thighs, breasts.

“It’s a bit early for Christmas presents, innit?” he smirks, laying against the doorframe. He realizes you are trying hard not to blush under his ardent gaze, and the thought sends a spark of tenderness in his chest. 

However, the tentatively coquettish smile you sport while twirling one of the ribbons tied dangerously close to your breasts sends a very different spark down his stomach “Oh? Does that mean that you do not want to unwrap your present, T?”

He barks out a quick laugh. You, delightful, little minx!

Sometimes you forget that in his line of job you need to be fast, to be the one who wins a fight. And you need to be strong, to be the one who goes home on your own legs. And now it’s the perfect time to remind you of that. 

Your thrilled squeak when he fills the distance in three long strides and lifts you up makes him laugh again.

He gently pins you down on his gigantic bed, taking you in his arms.

Peppering your face with light kisses that make you giggle and his heart flutter, Tangerine rans a hand along one of your legs, until he reaches the red and white garter wrapped around your soft, luscious thigh.        

Hooking his fingers under it he slowly pushes it down your skin “I never said I don’t like unwrap early presents, darling. Would you like for me to be... naughty or nice tonight?”

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Ladybug: Violence isn't the answer.

Tangerine: You’re right.

Y/n and Ladybug: *sighs in relief*

Tangerine: Violence is the question.

Tangerine, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Y/n, running after him: NO-

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

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.”

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

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𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 2

Harry Potter & Hogwarts legacy included

(Ordered by post date.)

HARRY POTTER

Platonic!Mattheo x fem!reader hcs

Slytherin boys meeting ftm!reader

Fear||Mattheo Riddle x vampire!reader

Reacting to reader scared of spiders

Banners they would have towards their enemies

Reacting to their girlfriend having scars

Green||any Slytherin boy imagine

Brat!Enzo headcannons

Tom x fem!bsf reader headcannons

Late nights with mattheo riddle

Late nights with Theodore nott

Brat!Mattheo headcannons

Mattheo with a friend that’s cunty

Tangerine||Roommate!Theodore Nott

Slytherin boys with a hufflepuff!reader

Brat!Theodore headcannons

How they think about vitiligo!reader

Theodore with a male s/o

Pink colada||Lorezno x mermaid!reader

Slytherin boys with a sassy!reader

With an adhd!gf

Love witch/wizard!reader

With a plus sized!reader

Who can handle spicy food

Comforting reader who’s parents are divorcing

Reacting to black fem!reader doing hair wash day

Puppy!mattheo x reader headcannons

Sub!mattheo x reader headcannons

Slytherin boys react to an animagus!reader

Reacting to m!reader wearing a compression shirt

Reader who hates loud noises

Weasley!reader in slytherin

Reacting to you being missing

With a prophet!reader

Talking about marriage

Childhood friends to lovers w/Draco

When they meet their favorite author

HOGWARTS LEGACY

Ominis with a male lover

Ominis & Sebastian with a blind!reader

Platonic sliver trio with m!reader hcs

SIBLING!READER

Sibling with adhd

Little brother going to Hogwarts || Little sister going to Hogwarts

Snake||sibling!Tom & Mattheo

Being the little sister of Tom and Mattheo Riddle headcannons

Curses||Big brother!Mattheo

Strawberry picking with older brother!lorezno

[yemilnisu]

CONVENIENCE STORE

Synopsis: as kageyama was looking for the milk he was craving for, he came across a lovely convenience store owned who other than you.

Pairing: kageyama x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

nisu entries:

a short and kinda rushed fanfic for the birthday boy! happy birthday, kageyama tobio!🥛♥️ i apologize if it’s too short🥴

Kageyama groaned in frustration as he noticed that the milk he was looking for was not in the fridge. With a glum look on his face, he walked out of the store and looked for a different store that may sell the milk he was craving.

He noticed an average-sized store and made his way there. He walked past this store a couple of times but never really visited it, being that the store he would regularly buy his necessities have everything he needs.

The setter had to admit that the interior was quite lovely, no wonder this was well-known between his schoolmates and a few people were inside.

Kageyama noticed a guy in front of the cashier and concluded that the fellow must be a regular customer since he was chatting with the female behind the counter. He didn't bother knowing who was who because that was not the reason he was there.

His dark blue eyes met a stock of milk carton he was looking for. He eagerly grabbed four of them and made a mental note that this store has plenty of them.

As he placed the items on the counter to pay for them. He met the sparkling eyes of the young lady in front of him. "You're Kageyama, right? Kageyama Tobio," she exclaimed. Flashing the sweetest smile the boy has ever seen.

He merely nodded before the girl starts rambling, "Oh, my gosh! Kageyama Tobio is in our shop! You're a member of Karasuno's boys' volleyball club, right? I've watched your matches! You guys were amazing! Oh, no. I'm so sorry for babbling!"

"No, no. It's fine," he chuckled. Normally, he would either try to stop the person from babbling or cut them off saying he needs to do other stuff but this time he wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear your rambles.

"I got a little excited," you giggled. "By the way, I'm Y/n. I don't know if you have heard of me but I'm from class 5," you stated as you gave him the plastic bag which contains the cartons of milk he purchased.

"Class 5? Then you must be smart," he mused, giving you the payment.

"Oh, no. I'm not," you wheezed. "Believe me, I don't even know how I got there," you confessed.

"I should probably get going," Kageyama stated as he glanced behind him. The next person in line was profusely glaring at him. He took a sip from the carton box and peered in your direction before leaving the store.

"Excuse me, do you know where Yachi is?" Hinata asked as a student from class 5 walked out of the room. "They don't know where's Yachi. I told you we'll start studying after practice or tomorrow," he complained. The guy in front of him didn't make any remark because his eyes were wandering everywhere like its looking for someone. "I told you she's not inside the classroom."

"Hmm," Kageyama hummed not paying attention to what the tangerine was saying.

"Oi!" Hinata smacked him in the head.

The setter tried to remain calm by shutting his eyes close and slowly turning his way to the middle blocker. "Do that again. I dare you," he smiled but his eyes say otherwise. The oblivious middle blocker did hit him again. "Why you, little!"

Hinata was quick on his feet and was able to dodge when Kageyama tried to hit him. He ran away as fast as he could from his scary teammate, running past the students that were in the hallway.

As Hinata swerved to the corner, Kageyama did too, he swerved to the side when a student walked out of the corner, but little did he know that there was another person that also walk out the corner. When he finally saw the girl, it was too late. They already collided with each other and fell on the floor.

Kageyama was on top of the girl and before making it awkward he quickly gets up. "I'm so sorry!" he apologized. He reached his hand out to help her stand up. "Y/n! I'm so sorry," and even a large amount of regret swallowing him when he found out who the person he bumped to.

"Ouch," you softly whimper.

"Bring her to the clinic, Kageyama!" Hinata shouted.

Kageyama being in a panic estate dragged you along the corridor and brought you to the clinic. The school's doctor checked you up and after knowing that you were alright, he scolds the first years, saying that it was dangerous to suddenly make you stand up after you just hit your head. Lucky for them the impact was not that strong so you were fine.

"No. You don't have to walk me home. Didn't the doctor said that I was fine, besides don't you have practice?" you said stopping the fellow in front of you from carrying your backpack.

"Yes, he did, but he also said to take primarily precaution," he acknowledged, successfully stealing the bag from your grasp. "I do, but it's not like Daichi-san will let me practice if I didn't walk you home," he sighed.

He remembered how Daichi wouldn't even let him take one step into the gym. He didn't know how the captain knew the incident, but he probably heard it from the other students since rumors can easily spread inside Karasuno, likewise the vice principal's wig incident.

Kageyama thought that maybe Hinata told Daichi but he quickly scratched the thought off since if the latter did he will also be walking you home because he was the one Kageyma was chasing.

"Oh, no. Did I get you in trouble? I'll go talk to Daichi-san, right now!" you affirmed. You were already making your way to the volleyball gym but you soon come to a halt, when Kageyama held your wrist and dragged you out of the school premises.

"Let's just get you home," he sternly said. You gave in and led the way to your house.

"So this is my house. If you hurry, I think you can still catch up to your practice," you advised.

"Y/n-chan~" a female voice called out then the door opened. "Oh, who's this friend of yours. Wait, you're the cute customer that would always go to the store to either buy milk or yogurt and would stay for a while," she divulged.

You took notice of Kageyama's cheeks, it had a hue of pink and you took this as he was embarrassed. "He's a friend of mine. Can you wait inside, thanks!" you shoved your sister back inside and slamming the door shut before she can complain.

"Sorry, that was my older sister. She can be quite talkative sometimes," you admitted. "Uh, I didn't know you would regularly come to the shop."

You thought that the time he went there was a one-time thing since his house and the store was a few blocks away. Also, the fact that there's a closer convenience store around their block.

"Uh, yeah. The, uh, the convenience store I would normally go to doesn't sell the milk I want," he stuttered. He didn't know why he felt a bit embarrassed telling you that he's practically obsessed with dairy products.

"Are you talking about the milk you bought that day?" you asked. You were talking about the day you met him at the store.

"Yeah," he shyly replied.

"I could just deliver one when were at school, so you don't have to walk all the way here. Just tell me when you want one," you offered.

"It's fine. You don't have to. Besides, this is my route every time I jog so it's not a bother plus I like visiting your store," he complimented. He found it weird how he could casually compliment you since he wasn't the type to give compliments daily.

"Aww! Thanks, I'm glad you liked the store. My mom let me and my sister design it. But seriously, I don't mind delivering some milk to you at school," you thought that maybe he was shy to make you deliver milk to him so you insisted once more because it was obvious how he likes those dairy products.

"If you insist, deliver one every day."

[dreamsgazer]

Day 3 - Holiday Food

12 Days of Christmas

Warnings: Some minor swearing, mention of sex but no smut or anything graphic.

I wasn’t exactly surprised when Lemon told me that most of the Twins’ Christmas meals used to come out from a frozen plastic tray, when they were children. 

I was more surprised however, that things haven’t changed much now that they can definitely afford food worthy of its name.

Lemon grabs an apple from the Murano fruit bowl Tangerine and I bought in Venice for him during our last romantic gateway “I guess the holidays are not really a huge thing when you risk to be abroad during them because you have a mission.”

He bites the fruit, shrugging “I mean, we put on the decorations and all the stuff, but we never know if we will be in London to enjoy them during the actual day. They are still nice, though,” he adds, looking around with pride. I let my gaze take in the decorations he has picked during one of our longest shopping trips earlier in December. While my Tangerine definitely likes the more traditional - and obscenely expensive - decorations, carefully arranged with measure in the halls of his penthouse, Lemon is... eclectic.

If I must find a theme, I will definitely go with Winter Wonderland Candyland & Glittering Stuff that Lemon randomly liked. It works, though, in its own way. Exactly like Lemon.

I stop staring at a glittery tree decoration shaped like Thomas the Tank Engine –  one of the many, many Thomas ornaments spread around us ”Well, since this year you both are going to be around to enjoy them, how about we organize a proper Christmas lunch?”

”That’s a good idea,” his face lights up with sheer delight “we can have turkey and festive punch and all the good stuff! We can phone a restaurant and see if they deliver on Christmas day!”

“Or I could do it!”

Lemon looks at me, his eyebrows lifting in surprise “You mean you are willing to cook us a meal?”

“Not a meal,” I tut with fake annoyance “but a full, complete, hopefully tasty Christmas lunch.”

He seems at loss for words, but not displeased. I shrug “Listen Lem, you guys always do nice things for me, all the time, so it seems only natural I want to reciprocate.”

“Well, you are banging my brother and you are a sweet, fun person to have around,” he interrupts me with a huge grin “It’s no big deal to be nice with you!”

I hope I’m not blushing at both the brotherly teasing and the sweet compliment “Uh, thanks I guess. But that’s my point: it’s no big deal to cook a nice meal for people I care about. Especially for Christmas!”

He still seems reluctant to accept my offer so I insist “If this makes you feel better, I can let you help me. Tangerine is out of question,” I quickly add “I love him to the moon and back, but I would like not to set my kitchen on fire! Or having the turkey thrown in frustration outside the window! Or-”

“Yes, point taken, darling, thank you very much.”

We both turn on our tall stools in time to see Tangerine entering Lemon’s kitchen with a pouting expression, back from his tailoring session for a new suit. 

“Already back?” Lemon asks.

“Yeah, just in time to listen to the two of you trash talk my cooking skills”

”What skills?”

Tangerine flips him off, making his brother laugh “C’mon mate, do you remember when you tried to make us a Crisp Sandwich and you somehow destroyed the packet and then smashed the crisps?”

”I was fucking ten, Lemon!” is the indignant reply.

”So was I, but my packet didn’t look like a T-rex had gone through it.”

I try not to laugh, gently grabbing Tangerine’s tailored jacket and forcing him to bend over where I’m sitting. I kiss him lightly, the familiar tickle of his moustache a welcomed and well-known added sensation “Sorry, T, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I’m aware that while he’s not annoyed for real, some cuddles are not going to hurt. He likes them too much even if he won’t ever voice that out loud. 

Tangerine huffs against my lips, wrapping an arm around my shoulders “Kiss me again and maybe I will consider buying you a nice Christmas present, you naughty little thing.”

Lemon pretends to gag in the background, and I laugh pushing my lips against Tangerine’s. He lingers a moment longer, then straightens himself “So, Christmas Lunch, uh? Do you think I have enough culinary skills to help you at least with the groceries?”

I want to reply something sweet and warm, but Lemon interjects with a devilish grin “I fear not. Do you remember two years ago when I asked you to buy some custard and you came back with a jar of mustard?”

My snort is covered by Tangerine’s frustrated groan “Oh, fuck off, would you?”

”Don’t worry, love,” I pat his arm affectionately “We’ll let you pick the wine. Maybe.”

[dreamsgazer]

Day 12 - Grand Finale: whatever you wish for!

12 Days of Christmas | Masterlist  

Warnings: slightly NSFW

(dunno why Tumblr didn’t publish this on the 25th, but here we go!)

Of course, the first time that he says it out loud he is buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching, his lips pressed against your ear chanting his muffled I love you, I love you, I love you.

It doesn’t make it less meaningful.

Wrapping your arms and legs around his frame, you hold him while the aftershock of your shared peak fades.

Later, laying in his arms, your head on his chest, you look at London outside the stately wall of windows in Tangerine’s bedroom. Tomorrow it will be Christmas and while this year you won’t be able to make it home, you know the day will be equally great. In some ways, London has become a second home to you.

Sighing happily, you hold Tangerine a bit tighter, and he brushes his lips over the top of your head “You good?”

“Very much so.”

Despite your cheerful tone of voice, he senses the hesitance in your words. His fingers trace paths over your skin “Talk to me.”

“What you said earlier –“ you hesitate, an unusual bashfulness washing over you “did you mean it? Or was it a sort of – uh, a post orgasmic sentence?”

His chest expands under your cheek when he quietly chuckles “Should I be offended by this question, love?”

“I think you should answer it,” you retort, pushing yourself up to look at him.

Good Lord, but he’s magnificent.

Laying against his pillow, his hair a mess of tangled curls after all the times you have grabbed them to ask for more, to beg him to let you come, your bites blooming over his neck, lips still swollen after all the kissing, Tangerine looks like a man who has been really and thoroughly fucked.

Despite the pride it fills you knowing you were the one who made him come again and again, you hope your face doesn’t betray too much the sudden nervousness it’s gnawing your chest.

Tangerine frowns, his hand caressing your cheek “If I were a better man I would tell you to grab your stuff, leave, and don’t come back. I still think I should tell you it was my cock talking and it didn’t mean anything.”

You chew your lip, unsure of what to tell him. He knows you love him. You have been the first one to tell that out loud and while you know – you truly, really do – that he certainly cares for you, that he has deep feelings for you, you can’t help but wonder if he is ready – willing – to take a further step in your relationship.  

“I still think this is the most fucked up decision you could take,” his smile his both tired, regretful, and full hope “but I’m exhausted to fight the supposedly good battle. If you want me, then you can have me.”

It makes your heart ache hearing him talking like that of himself. As if he’s in some ways cheating you.

You gently take his face in your hands “I want you, Tangerine. Everything you want to give me, I want it.”

He blinks, quickly, clearly filled with too many emotions and thoughts. His hand slides through the mess of your hair, securely wrapping around your nape and pushing your face towards his.

The kiss is slow, and tender and meaningful. It conveys his commitment, his love. You answer in kind.

Tangerine breaks the kiss only to press his lips on your cheek, smiling when you giggle, and then murmurs a single word in your ear.

It’s his name. It’s his real name.

His Christmas present for you.

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Yay, we did it! I want to thank you all of you who liked, reblogged and commented. I had a great fun writing these fics!

Also, for everyone who want to send an ask (and yes, I still take them), I will now start answering them (perhaps I’ll be a bit slow, but worry not). 

[dreamsgazer]

12 Days of Christmas

Hello lovely people!

Since I don’t have enough drafts and projects, here we go with a 12 Days of Christmas challenge event. I created the list, and I hope you enjoy it. 

Feel free to use it for your own fandom, if you want, but please remember to credit me.

Day 1 - Decorations  Day 2 - Presenting presents  Day 3 - Holiday Food  Day 4 - Hot chocolate or mulled wine? Day 5 - Loneliness (or not so lonely anymore) Day 6 - Memories  Day 7 - Cold & Red cheeks Day 8 - Lights twinkling in the night Day 9 - Wrapping & ribbons Day 10 - Warm near the fireplace Day 11 - Carolling around Day 12 - Grand Finale: whatever you wish for!

[dreamsgazer]

Day 11 - Carolling around

12 Days of Christmas | Masterlist  

I knew that Tangerine wasn’t going to be ecstatic when we realized that the street we had picked for a last minute Christmas shopping spree was packed both with shoppers and singers.

Some of them were good, others had decided to impress their own twist on some holiday’s classics. It was fun to watch them having their own little groups of supporters, but Tangerine was more focused on the list he wanted to go through as quickly as possible. Apparently Lemon had changed his mind again while they were on a mission and Tangerine, while cursing and complaining, was determined to find the stuff his brother wanted. He also said something about a present for Momo but eluded my question about it.

It surely was someone from the other half of his life as I affectionately referred to that part of him that he was keeping far away from me, at all costs. Of course, I had a pretty good idea of what he did for a job. Careful not to give me too many details, he still wanted me to know what I was getting myself into, when it was clear we both wanted more than the occasional sex.

I knew he didn’t want to share anything – or at least the less he could because he wanted me safe, protected, shielded from a world where it seemed that violence and blood were the only type of currency used.

This Momo person was clearly inhabiting that part of his life. I wasn’t jealous, just curious. Tangerine was many things, but a cheater? Not at all. He could result a tad intense even in his affection, but he was loyal to the people he loved, loyal to the point of putting himself between them and whatever he feared could hurt them.

I offered to go with him because every second I didn’t spend with him right after he was back from a mission looked like a second wasted. He would blush at hearing that and then he would cover my face in kisses. Which he did, by the way.

A song captured my attention. It was a beautiful rendition of Darlene Love’s All Alone For Christmas.

I couldn’t avoid to stop and listen to the little choir, gently swaying on my feet like others were doing following the rhythm. Tangerine’s heavy sigh broke the magic “Wanna go on, luv?”

“Two minutes, T,” I smiled, nodding at the singers. He didn’t seem particularly impressed – nothing unusual – but he wasn’t bothered either, so I guessed I could consider it a success. He still stayed with me, shoulders softly touching, close like we both wanted to be when we were together.

When the song ended, I clapped and cheered, searching in my pockets for some spare coins.

“Here,” Tangerine murmured softly, pressing some change into my gloved hand. I quickly kissed him on a cheek, knowing that that was his favourite way to be thanked.

While we were leaving, I couldn’t quite hide my surprise he wanted to tip them.

“Are you calling me a cheapskate?” he huffed feigning annoyance, while wrapping his strong arm around my shoulders. I laughed and then sighed pleasantly surprised when he swallowed my cackles bending slightly and kissing me in the middle of the road.

“They weren’t bad, and I wanted to thank them. They made you smile.”

I stared at him, surprised by the sudden outburst of romanticism. I knew he was a bit embarrassed to be so soft. So not used to it.

For once, the one struggling with words it was me. I threw my arms around his neck, searching for another kiss. It was his favourite way to be thanked, after all.

[dreamsgazer]

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.  

[dreamsgazer]

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. 

[dreamsgazer]

Let Me Look at You - EDITED

Let me look at you

Tangerine x Fem!Plus Size Character 

Warnings: Smut, light cursing, body issue

Minors do not interact!

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He wakes me up murmuring my name in my ear, his voice gruffy and deep vibrating against my neck. I pretend not to notice the hardness pressing near my buttock “You ok?”

Tangerine chuckles, a velvet sound falling in the middle of the night “I was dreaming of you.”

“Good dream, I hope?” I smile, pressing my face into the silken wrapped pillow. His hand slides across my tummy, lazily wandering. It rests against my breast “The best kind of dream,” he confirms, squeezing it lightly and I have to bite back a moan “We were in my living room, and you were wearing that lovely lace stuff you bought at Harrods and haven’t worn yet.”

I stiff lightly. I didn’t think he has noticed it. 

The lace bodysuit had seemed a great idea, in the luxurious fitting room. I wanted something special to show him when he was back from his last mission.

For once I wanted to splurge. It’s so rare to find a plus size piece that is pretty, not too expensive for someone working as a freelance, and that makes you feel fucking fantastic. It’s not that I don’t like lingerie. I adore it. Sometimes, though, I don’t adore how it looks on me.

And it has happened again. Once I wore the bodice at home, under the pale light of my oh-so-not-luxurious one bedroom apartment, I had a pretty different experience.

Back in the velvety fitting room every curve seemed enhanced, my breasts look divine, my skin as rosy as porcelain. At home, looking in the mirror precariously hanged on the door of my wardrobe I just saw a pale, fat woman, with her boobs strangely shaped under the black and golden lace, and a lost expression on her sad face.

Pathetic.

I hate to feel like that. It has taken me years to learn to appreciate myself – and surely having a partner as passionate as Tangerine has improved my confidence a lot – and then for a thing as stupid as a piece of garment I felt insecure again.

He kisses my neck, making me shiver under his touch “I’ve hoped you were going to wear it soon. Not that I am complaining, mind you,” he sucks my earlobe “you can make me hard even wearing your robe!”

“I didn’t realize you have seen it. When…?” I whisper, while his fingers trace light circles around my nipple

“The day after I was back from the mission in Spain, and we had that wonderful dinner and even more wonderful night.”

I bit my lip, not answering, and he lifts his head, to try and look at me even if the only light comes from the sleeping city outside.

Tangerine turns me on my back, gently opening my legs with a calloused hand, the other flying again to play with my other breast “You are so damn gorgeous,” he whispers, lowering his head to suck my nipples through the cloth. I gasp, burying my fingers in his unruly curls. 

“So horny,” I tease, hoping this will distract him from the bodysuit debacle.

“ ‘ bet you would make me cum in my pants wearing that pretty, naughty thing.”

I sigh, shaking my head “I’d rather not talk about that, and I was thinking of returning it anyway.”

“Why?” his surprise his so genuine I can’t help but smile.

I trace imaginary lines on his cheek with my nails “You won’t like what you see. It shows… everything.”

“I damn well hope so!”

I can’t not laugh at his almost outraged tone. He kisses me lightly, biting my lower lip. Swirls of heat coil in my belly, but I still need to answer him.

“T., I mean it shows every roll, stretch mark, dimple, you name it.”

“I sure am going to. So, it shows your fantastic tits,” he breathes, lowering his head again. I yelp when he bites my hardened nipples, my cunt clenching with desire. He palms my breasts, weighing them in his strong hands “God, these are a work of art. But what else is that pretty thing going to show me, mh, love?”

I sigh, when he helps me discard my nightgown, and he kisses his way down my abdomen “Your soft, voluptuous belly?”

He bites the tender flesh there and rubs his nose against the skin. His moustache tickles a bit, and he takes his time pressing kisses wherever he pleases.

“I hope the lace doesn’t cover too much of your pretty, little pussy, though” he breathes against my centre, gracefully sliding down the mattress, the muscles of his back rippling under my fingers. I would be embarrassed by the sound that escapes from my throat when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my throbbing centre, if I wasn’t too enraptured by the sound of him licking me.

I moan again and again, my back arching, when his lips close around my clit and he just sucks it. He presses his face between my thighs, humming and growling, when I pull his hair.

I know he likes it. I want to hear more. But I can’t focus on that thought for long enough, not when his slender finger circles the entrance of my womanhood, slow and patient.

I gasp, feeling the heat in my belly invading my bones like liquid silk, pushing down, down, down…

“Tangerine!” I bark indignantly, when he suddenly stops, leaving me on the brink of heaven. He grins, quickly discarding the soft pajama trousers he was wearing.

He takes his cock in his hand “You know I like the most when you come with me inside you.”

I nod. Of course, I do. I like it as well.

He is sheathed inside me with a single, a smooth push, filling and stretching my core to the point of bringing me back to that wonderful precipice.

 His hands slide between our connected bodies, touching my clit, circling it slowly and methodically. I gasp again, and again, and I am so lost in the sensation that I don’t notice when he puts the other arm under my back and rolls us over.

I hold my breath, surprised, faltering for a moment. Tangerine grabs my hips and pushes me down against him once more “Ride me, darling, I want to see you. All of you.”

I hesitate a bit. It’s not often I am in this… position. He gently moves his legs, rolls his hips. It’s all I need to find a rhythm.

I ride him as he has asked – begged – one hand near his head to balance me against the bed, the other planted over his heart. It’s pumping so fast and it’s all mine. It’s intoxicating, seeing him unravelled, reddened, vocal “That’s it, love, yes,” he breathes with a low groan “good girl, taking my cock so fucking well.”

His praises make me feel powerful, make me feel wanted. I lean down and kiss him, pushing my tongue in his mouth. He takes it, his dancing with mine. The kiss is deep and long and let us want for more, more, more.

“Harder,” he grunts, pushing his hips to meet mine more forcefully. The sensation sends sparks over my skin, and my toes curl against the mattress.

I am so close I can’t even warn him. One more push, another lewd compliment about how pretty is my pussy, and my orgasm explodes, my cunt spasming around his cock, a distorted version of his name cascading from my lips.

His fingers are digging in my buttocks, strong and restless, easing me through wave after wave of blinding pleasure. Probably he will leave bruises. I hope he will.

I look down at him, breathless, and I find his eyes fixed on my face, my jiggling breasts, and then down, where he can see his dick still pumping into me. It spurs him on pushing inside me with borderline desperation, and then he arches beautifully under my thighs, swearing and cursing and calling my name for the skies to hear.

He is so vulgar and so loud, and I wouldn’t want it in any other way.  

I collapse on his chest, his heart fluttering against his ribcage and under my palm. Tangerine pants heavily, still inside me, and I slightly clench around him in appreciation.

“Love,” he moans, shivering, still too sensitive.

I kiss his chin “Sorry, T.”

“You are not, you minx,” he lightly spanks my butt “and I love you for that.”

I feel I could fell asleep like this “Am I crushing you?” I mumble against his incandescent skin.

Tangerine scoffs “I hope you are kidding, love.”

I push my head in the crook of his neck,  already half-asleep, safe and satisfied in his arms “I love you, Tangerine.”

“So do I,” he whispers brushing my forehead with his lips “and you fucking don’t know how much.”

Next time I am going to wear my lace lingerie.

[dreamsgazer]

Football time! [teaser]

Work in progress, hope I will be able to post the full thing soon!!!

Tangerine X Plus Size Female Character

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Tangerine is singing.

He is fucking singing! She looks at him in delighted disbelief: her boyfriend is standing with a hundred or more of grown-up men actually pouring his heart in a song for his football team.

This view alone is worthy spending a Sunday sitting on a cold, plastic seat in a football stadium.

A place which she has never thought she was going to visit, truth to be told.

Ah, the things we do for love indeed, she smirks, rubbing her hands together to warm them a bit. She considers taking a quick video to send to Lemon, even if probably he has witnessed the scene in person dozens of times. And probably he was standing and singing as well. 

That day so far has been full of surprises.

First of all, Tangerine is actually wearing an outfit that is not an exquisitely tailored suit. It still looks almost outrageously expensive for being a tracksuit, but if a thing like an elegant sporty outfit exists, Tangerine is definitely rocking it. So well it’s almost striking, she thinks in admiration. 

However, it’s not that that makes her bit her lips to avoid laughing - she has the feeling that would hurt his feelings. No, what is incredible is that over his dark red coat and black jeans, he is proudly wearing a maroon, blue, and yellow scarf with a huge crest on it. She has tried not to let her jaw hit the parking floor when he has fished out of his pocket two wool caps, with the same colors and adorned with the embroidered crest of the West Ham United football team.

He has wore the first, and affectionately pressed the second on her head.

“Perfect, I knew it!” he has nodded, checking her “I knew that a face as pretty as yours would have damn rocked our colors! You look fantastic!”

“You do,” she has chuckled, adjusting the hat “I am not so sure how I look!”

“Then trust me, love, you looking fucking gorgeous!”.

The second surprise has been not heading for the VIP tribune, but one of the side tribunes.

A couple - maybe even more -  of girls have already oogle at him multiple times, and while she isn’t perfectly content with that, she can’t find the strength to blame them. She does feel a pang of embarrassment when she catches the shocked glare they send her. They must have realized she is with him. In a romantical way, not as the chubby sister or the overweight friend without benefits. They are strangers and their opinions don’t - shouldn’t - count, but they sure hurt. 

Luckily, Tangerine is too busy singing about bubbles to realize her enthusiasm has a bit diminished. She straightens her shoulders, glad she has a bit of time to shut down the unpleasant thoughts those women have evoked with their blatant disbelief.

"I know it must be looking fucking stupid,” he mutters with no trace of shame as soon as the song is over and they are waiting for the team to arrive, a widespread grring lighting up his face “but I am not going to apologize, love.”

"I wasn’t thinking it looked stupid,” she shakes her head, her long ponytail bunching on her burgundy coat - don’t wear anything blue, darling! “I was thinking how wonderful it is that you are able to relax and have so much fun!"

His grin widens making his nose scrunch lightly, and she can’t resist quickly kissing his cheek. Someone behind them whistles, making her chuckle. He laughs too, surprisingly, while amicably flipping off whoever did it. He presses his lips to hers, an affectionate peck that makes her wish he has lingered a little longer "Glad you are here, love. Just tell me if it becomes too much, ok?"

Becomes too much? A football match? Granted, it’s her first one, but she doesn’t think she can be overwhelmed by some strangers cheering for their team! Sometimes Tangerine is just too overprotective, that’s it.

Turns out, she has been wrong.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

highkey would love tangerine x plus size!reader, esp for smut. bet he loves how they squirm when he kisses their stomach w his moustache being ticklish and !! his strong hands grabbing them, slender but firm fingers pressing into their plushy thighs

love it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

as soon as I posted this, it completely disappeared from my dash and tags?? this isn’t gonna get seen, so that’s fun

HANDLE WITH LOVE.

tangerine x fem!reader (plus size) — smut

word count. 249

warnings. 18+ sexually explicit content mdni

Tangerine had you flat down on the bed, near-nude, your thick, plush thighs spread just enough for him - his own body flat, his face between your legs. His lips ghost the inners of your thighs, the edge of his stache tickling at your skin. 

His palms ran over the expanse of your skin in that area, his fingers grazing along the stretch marks that litter you. He's taking his time with you, absorbing the way you feel, the way you sound, the way you look. 

The kisses he peppers between your thighs travel higher, now pressing light pecks around the swell of your tummy - his lips skimming the bulge you both find beautiful. His hands also follow suit, travelling higher, now finding themselves squeezing into your hips - the grip like he was trying to control himself. Handling your love handles with love, despite his almost hateful grasp.  

And when he perches back on his knees between your thighs, his body in sight again, you peek down, noticing the bulging tent in his boxers, a small, wet little patch right beside the head of his cock. He nor you have touched him yet, and though he looked like he was only a few short minutes from blowing his load. 

You eye up his dick, a slight entertained smile lining your lips when you meet his face. 

He only returns your grin with a shake of his head, chuckling weakly. "You make me feel like a right melt."

[dreamsgazer]

✨ Masterlist✨

🚝  🍊  Bullet Train Fandom  🍋 🚝

Tangerine x Fem!Reader - Reader (sometimes plus size)

Scouting Around: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (not published yet)

Getting Sick and Getting Better

A Piece of Cake

Actions of Affections

12 Days of Xmas 

Curves out of Thin Air

A Darling Mess

Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

Beautifully Dirty Mouth (NSFW)

A Bit Closer

Safe Harbor

Quietly Together

Miscellaneous 

Burning Ice (The Prince x Reader)

Requests are🌟OPEN🌟, feel free to send them!