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Moved back to my old sideblog @quin-ns

That blog got fixed and this one broke so unless something crazy happens again I’ll be staying over there. I’ll be focusing on original posts and trying to write more as well :)

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Safe House

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: lemon and tangerine break into your safe house, not expecting you to be there. it’s lucky that you are, especially for tangerine

Tags: mentions of blood/violence, flirting/teasing/humor, taking care of tangerine, frenemies to lovers, kinda fluffy, love confessions, kissing, implied smut

A/N: my second tangerine fic <3 this one is very different than my other one but I couldn’t let the idea of patching up tangerine after a job go

Cross-posted to ao3

Edit: check out my new blog with more writing @quin-ns

The last thing you expected was your door crashing open in the middle of the night. Thankfully, it was two familiar faces who came into view despite the darkness.

Lemon and Tangerine. Two associates, well, friends of yours. Yeah, you could call them friends at this point. Anyway, they’d just broken into your house.

“You can’t just burst in and scare me like that!” you scolded the two, clutching your blanket tighter as a gust of cold wind sailed through the room. Tangerine slammed the door shut and locked it, while Lemon hobbled over to the couch where you were seated. You had been in your living room watching a movie, unable to sleep.

Tangerine flicked the main light switch and the bulbs attached to your ceiling fan flickered to life. You took in the sight of both of them, pausing your movie.

Their clothes were a bit tattered and covered in blood that probably wasn’t theirs. Although most of the blood stains weren’t theirs, you could tell both were injured. From the way Lemon fell onto the couch next to you, it seemed like his leg must’ve been messed up and he was clutching his right hand in his left. You glanced at Tangerine and saw a cut on his head, but more concerning there was blood soaking through his sleeve and dripping from his arm.

“What the hell happened to you guys?” you asked aloud, addressing neither one of them in particular.

“Work,” Lemon grunted out first. “Sorry, we didn’t think you’d be here.”

“You didn’t think I’d be in my house?” you asked, brows furrowed a little.

“Your safe house, and yes. You’re never here,” Tangerine chimed in. He had made his way over to the fridge—your living room and kitchen were one in the same—and began to dig through the freezer part. You always kept it well stocked.

“Well I just worked a job and it was easier to come here,” you explained. Although you weren’t really the one who needed to justify their presence.

“We needed a place to lay low,” Lemon revealed. “Thought you’d be gone and wouldn’t mind.”

“You mean you didn’t think I’d notice if you guys were here,” you retorted. They’d tried it before and maybe they thought they were inconspicuous, but given the line of work the three of you shared you noticed the little details.

Tangerine found what he was looking for, which was a frozen bag of peas. You always kept some on hand (even though you hated the taste of peas) because they made a good ice pack. He tossed them to Lemon, who caught them in his non-bruised hand. He placed them over the swelling and his counterpart turned around to face you.

“Since you are here, could we trouble you for some first aid, luv?” Tangerine asked quite politely. Usually you’d give each other a hard time—that was your dynamic, it was harmless—but he needed help and you felt sympathy as you watched him clutch his bleeding arm.

“Yeah, lemme grab my first aid kit.” You stood from the couch, leaving the comfort of your blanket behind. You were still in your pajamas, just a big t-shirt and some shorts. Not a lot of coverage and you were starting to get cold. “Try not to leave blood stains on my floor!” you called once you were down the hall, searching the closest. You couldn’t help yourself.

Tangerine didn’t reply to you, probably muttering something under his breath instead. It didn’t matter, he knew you weren’t serious.

You found the first aid kit and returned. “What’s wrong with who?” you questioned. You were a nurse before you got into your current line of work. Some of what you learned still came in handy every once in a while.

“My hand is all jacked up and I think I twisted my ankle,” Lemon answered first.

“Not much I can do for that other than give you some ice, meds, and tell you to get some rest. If something is broken I can’t do anything here, but I saw you walk in here so for the ankle you should be good in a few days. As for the hand, can you move it?” Lemon tried and succeeded at wiggling his fingers. “Okay good, that’s not broken either. Probably just some bruising but I’ll keep an eye on it.”

“You got two bedrooms in this place, right?” Lemon recalled, starting to pull himself to stand. You handed him a bottle of painkillers which he accepted.

“Last door down the hall on your left,” you directed him as he began to hobble off towards your guest room. You were a little surprised at how fast he made it but you could tell he was mentally and physically exhausted.

Usually, Lemon was talkative and the two of you would chat about anything and everything. Tonight was obviously different, but you were sure you’d catch up with him later.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” were his parting words (and his thanks) before he closed the guest door behind him.

When it was just you and Tangerine, the two of you met each other’s gaze again. You sat down on your coffee table, facing the couch. “So, you need some bandages for your boo-boos?” you asked teasingly and held up the first aid kit.

Tangerine let out a humorless laugh in response as he made his way to the couch. You opened up the kit and set some contents out beside you on the table. He took his place on the couch across from you. “It’s a little more than a boo-boo,” he replied, holding out his arm and rolling up his sleeve.

His arm was facing palm up and without the bloody sleeve in the way, you could actually see the source of the blood. A diagonal, deep cut across his inner forearm.

“Knife wound?” You laughed at your own question because of the obvious answer. “Never mind, of course it is.”

“Was blocking it from slashing up my face,” he explained. You found some antibacterial wipes and began to clean his arm. “Couldn’t risk losing my best asset.”

You rolled your eyes as he smirked at his own joke. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

A few months back you made the mistake of admitting you thought he was attractive. You were fighting beside him and later he had a bruise on the cheek. You’d made a comment about needing to protect his best asset, and Tangerine took it and ran with it. His ego was boosted and while it wasn’t untrue that you thought that, he liked to bring it up as ammunition in your mutual badinage.

“Don’t bet on it,” Tangerine replied. You could feel him staring at you as you cleaned his wound. You glanced up at him briefly and met his eyes.

“I’m gonna have to stitch it,” you told him with a slight frown. His smile faded and he sighed. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“I think you just want a chance to jab me with needles,” Tangerine commented sarcastically, clearly displeased by the situation. He watched as you got the needle ready.

You chuckled at that. “Well, gotta have some fun for me out of this, right?”

The quip was a lie, you didn’t actually want to see him hurt or in pain. While almost every sentence spoken to one another was sardonic or teasing, you considered him your friend and Tangerine did the same. Neither of you ever spoke about it out loud, though. The second one of you admitted you liked the other; it would be considered a loss at the game the two of you played. Sometimes you’d push him or he’d push you, trying to get the truth to be spoken, but so far it was a draw on both ends.

“And here I thought we were friends,” Tangerine argued, feigning offense. This was one of those previously mentioned moments where one of you would begin to push the boundaries.

You smiled to yourself. You couldn’t help it. “Friends, huh?”

Then he said something you didn’t expect.

“Are we not?” he inquired, like he was truly wondering what you thought.

You let him sit with the question for a moment as you pressed the needle into his skin. Tangerine hissed in pain as you created the first stitch.

Finally, you answered. Looking up to him briefly, meeting those blue eyes of his, you said, “yeah, we are.” You meant it,

His words didn’t feel like a win and yours didn’t feel like a loss. Maybe the game you two played was in your heads. There was no harm in admitting out loud that you considered him a friend. Because, well, you did.

“Right,” he murmured. “Okay, good.”

‘Good’. Interesting.

You continued to work, trying to keep focus. Tangerine stared at you as you closed up the wound. Neither of you spoke and he tried to remain still for you.

When the wound was fully closed and you cut the string, you let out a sign of relief. “And… done!”

Tangerine released the breath he was holding. “Thank fucking god. I hate needles.” He examined his arm before allowing it to fall.

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” he countered.

“Fair point,” you conceded. You glanced at the cut on his forehead. “So how’d you get that?”

He knew what you meant. “Got whacked by a gun. It’s not bad. Certainly not as bad as the knife could’ve been.”

“You’re right.” Your fingers brushed through his disheveled brunette hair, pushing the curls away from his forehead with one hand. You cleaned the dried blood away from the cut with the other. “It won’t scar or anything,” you confirmed. Your free hand trailed down to his cheek and you patted it lightly. “That pretty face of yours is safe.”

Your tone was teasing but your touch was soft when your hand stilled. It lingered for a moment and Tangerine absentmindedly leaned into the touch, relaxing. His eyes remained on you, watching your face while you focused on tending to the cut. When you pulled both of your hands away, the expression on his face changed slightly. Like he was disappointed at the loss of contact.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that,” you commented, looking down at your hands as you tore open the bandaid.

“Notice what?” he asked as you placed the bandaid on his cut forehead.

“You, going all soft for a minute,” you relayed with a faint smirk. ”Admit it.”

Tangerine let out a dramatic sigh of defeat. “Fine. You win.”

He gave in faster than you thought he would’ve. “Wait, really?” You furrowed your brows in skepticism.

“It’s… nice,” he said slowly, building up to the admission. “I mean, when you look after me like that. Helping me out, being all gentle… I don’t know.” Tangerine swallowed. It was the first time in maybe forever you’d seen him look nervous, maybe even embarrassed. Your expression softened. “It feels like you care and I like that.” He wasn’t used to being this open and you certainly weren’t either.

“It feels like that because I do,” you revealed, meeting his eyes. There was a softness in his as he looked at you, but also a hint of anxiety that was replaced by relief as he scanned your face.

You meant what you said just like he had.

You couldn’t stop yourself from cracking a joke to fill the silence. It was practically an instinct. “Admitting we’re friends and that we care… big day, huh?”

Tangerine scoffed out a laugh. “I’m glad Lemon’s not out here, he’d never let this go.”

“Why’s that?”

“He has this idea—stupid idea, really—in his head about us.” He rubbed his hand over the lower half of his face and averted his eyes for a moment.

You weren’t going to let that be so quickly glossed over. “Oh?”

Tangerine gave in and began to explain without protest. “He thinks the reason you and I give each other such a hard time is because we have feelings for each other,” he divulged almost cautiously. He tried to not stare at you as he attempted to gauge your reaction.

“Hmm,” you hummed, catching onto where this was going. And once you were on the same page as him, the tone in the room changed. “Is he right?“

Tangerine simpered, gazing at you longingly. “I like to think so.”

And there it was. He’d made the first move.

It was a long time coming and if you were being wholly and completely honest, you’d been waiting.

“Really?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know, you might have to convince me.” You turned on the charm and it was well received.

His eyebrow quirked up, intrigued. “Is that so?” Tangerine’s hand extended towards you, facing palm up. You placed your hand in his, allowing him to pull you forward.

You lifted off the table across from him only for him to guide you into his lap. You let out a small laugh, draping your arms over his shoulders. You came face to face with him, suddenly aware of the positive you were in.

“Hi,” you said coyly.

“Hello, luv,” he replied, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

Before you could even think of something to say, Tangerine's hand was on the back of your neck and pulling you towards him. His lips collided with yours and you happily melted into the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft and moved perfectly in tandem with yours, yet he was still dominant. You expected he would be—although you’d never admit you wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

The kiss was full of passion, all the pent up emotions and hidden feelings finally coming out. It was hot and heavy and everything you thought it would be.

You parted from him long enough to suggest, “we could go to my bedroom.”

Suddenly, Tangerine stood and took you with him. You gasped as you were lifted into the air. His arms locked under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were at eye level with him and the lustful look on his face was one you’d keep in your mind forever.

Tangerine grinned at your suggestion. “I like the sound of that.”

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Crazy For You (Tangerine x Reader)

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: you sneak onto the bullet train to wish tangerine good luck in your own way

Tags: (18+), humor/banter, flirting, kissing, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, wall sex (technically it’s a door lol), risk of getting caught, porn with very little plot, bullet train spoilers (not really but just in case)

A/N: went and saw bullet train and I am obsessed with this man!! I just had to write for him cus I’m having massive tangerine brain rot right now he’s so fine

Cross-posted to ao3

Edit: check out my new blog with more writing @quin-ns

They were on the train, they had the White Dragon’s son, and Lemon had the briefcase. They were good, everything was going according to plan.

That is, until he got a text.

‘look up’

His brows furrowed at the message. Then he looked up.

“Everything alright, Tangerine?” Lemon asked him, watching in confusion as his counterpart smiled.

Tangerine stood from his seat without a word and made his way to the door leading to the little space between carts. It opened and in a matter of seconds he was staring down at you with an amused albeit confused look.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you.

“I came to see you, obviously,” you told him as if he should’ve been able to guess—which he should’ve. “It’s a dangerous mission, I wanted to wish you luck.”

“You came all the way to Tokyo to wish me luck?” Tangerine questioned, sensing an ulterior motive.

“Well…” you stepped closer to him, leaving very little space between the two of you. You had to look up just to see his face. “Maybe a little more than that,” you confessed.

Tangerine shook his head. “You are absolutely crazy, you know that?”

You grinned. “Crazy for you, maybe.”

“That was really cheesy,” he commented, feigning unamusement.

You shrugged. “I know.”

Then, you grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him down to your height, allowing you to press your lips against his. Tangerine fell into the kiss easily, his lips moving against yours.

It was over all too soon for his liking. You took a small, excited breath and smirked at him. Then, you turned your head and looked through the little window on the door.

Lemon had spotted you and you laughed, offering him a wave. You couldn’t hear him, but you saw as Lemon scoffed out what you hoped was a laugh then turned back around.

“You should text him and let him know you’re gonna be occupied until the next stop,” you told Tangerine, looking back up at him. “I know he worries about you.”

His brows furrowed again in intrigue. “Occupied, huh?”

“I confess.” You took his hand and led him into the next cart. You pressed up on your toes to whisper in his ear. “I didn’t come all the way here just to wish you luck.”

That’s when Tangerine noticed you had stopped in front of a bathroom. You reached for the door and opened it. “They’re surprisingly clean,” you commented as you stepped inside. You faced Tangerine, who was still standing just outside the door.

“Well?”

“You are definitely crazy,” he said decidedly. Then, he stepped into the restroom and closed the door behind him.

You had to bite back a smile when you heard the lock click.

“Y’know, if I started working with you I could see you all the time,” you mused aloud. “I get along with Lemon, I’m good with people, and I can fire a gun.”

Tangerine stepped close to you. “Last I remember, you called my work ‘stupid, reckless, and dangerous’,” he recalled teasingly.

“Yeah,” you admitted, closing the gap between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “But then I thought about it… and I miss you too much when you’re gone.”

Tangerine sighed. “You know I’d love to have you with me all the time, but like you said before. This work is dangerous and I could never live with myself if something happened to you.”

It was true. Tangerine knew that if you accompanied him on missions, he wouldn’t be able to focus. He’d be too worried about all the horrible things that could happen to you. And if one of them did? He didn’t even want to think about it. While he worried about Lemon, he knew Lemon could look out for himself. And sure, maybe you could too, but his overprotectiveness of you wouldn’t allow him to even give you the opportunity. So yeah, Tangerine needed you where he knew you would be safe.

“Plus, I like knowing that I have you to look forward to when I come home,” Tangerine added.

You let out a dramatic sigh, but it was lighthearted. “Fine,” you agreed. “But I even thought of a name for myself.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Tangerine wondered, looking down at you with interest.

“Cherry,” you revealed. “Y’know, since you’re Tangerine, Lemon is Lemon… it fits the theme.”

“That’s clever.” Tangerine sounded amused.

You hummed, clearly proud of yourself. Your fingers reached to brush the ends of his soft, curly hair.. “I know. I’m clearly a genius.” The teasing sarcasm in your voice made him exhale a laugh. “And if you were smart… you’d kiss me while we still have time.”

The tone in the small room changed then. Your seductive words ignited the flame inside of him, reminding him of why the two of you were where you were in the first place.

He leaned down to kiss your waiting lips and a soft moan escaped at the need behind it.

“We have to be quick, I get off at the next stop,” you reminded in a breathless whisper against his lips. The realization that there was a ticking clock finally set in with Tangerine.

His hands were all over you in a flash, grasping at any available flesh to feel your skin against his. His kiss was rough and passionate, tasting you and expressing his desire. His mustache scratched your nose a bit but you didn’t care, all you could focus on was his tongue exploring your mouth.

No matter how clean the restroom was, he wasn’t touching the ground. Good thing there was a perfectly good door behind you—it looked fairly sturdy. Tangerine backed you up against it, his lips never leaving yours.

Your hands left his neck in order to slip between your bodies. Your nimble fingers landed on the buckle of his belt, working quickly to undo it.

He mindlessly rocked against you, rubbing his bulge against your waiting hand. The contact made him shudder, it had been a while since he’d been with you. He missed you—missed this. He didn’t realize the ache for you was there until he saw you. God, he was lucky to have you.

When his large hand fell to grip your bare thigh you gasped. Tangerine smiled against your lips.

“You wore a skirt,” he commented, just now realizing. He withdrew to look down at your exposed legs below the black fabric.

“I did say we had to be quick,” you replied cheekily.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He said, never failing to be amazed by you.

You didn’t get a chance to respond because his lips were crashing into yours. At the same time, Tangerine’s other hand landed on your other thigh. Both hands then tucked under and he hoisted you up, pinning you between his body and the door. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

One of Tangerine’s hands moved between your legs. His thumb brushed along your clothed core gently, making you gasp. Then, he pulled your underwear aside and began pressing one thick finger inside of you. You were already wet for him, which made it easy to slide his finger in entirely—and then another.

You moaned gently, your head falling back against the door.

“You sound so pretty like this,” he commented under his breath.

Words failed you as his thick, skilled fingers worked you open—getting you ready for him.

You lost track of time, succumbing to the feel.

Then, very sudden to you, his hand left you. You whined at the loss, lifting your head slightly.

Between your bodies, you could see his hand frantically moving to push his pants and boxers down around his thighs. You felt his cock spring free and a quiver of excitement coursed through you.

He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your center.

“You ready?” he asked, being the gentleman he always was.

“Yeah,” you replied in a slight pant. Your legs tightened around him. The anticipation was killing you, but you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

Your nails dug into his back as he started pushing into you. You bit your lip to muffle the moan that threatened to escape you at the feel of him filling you slowly. He was long and thick, stretching you out in the best way possible.

When he was completely enveloped by you, Tangerine let out a shaky sigh. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your neck, his mustache slightly tickling the skin.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” His voice was breathy and the question was rhetorical.

“I thought I was crazy,” you replied sassily.

Tangerine exhaled a quick laugh as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. You were mesmerized by his shining blue eyes as he said, “that too,” with a flash of white teeth. His smile grew as he continued. “And I fucking love it.”

Then, suddenly, he was withdrawing from your body only to slam himself back inside in one motion. This time, he didn’t stop. Tangerine set a quick pace, his thick fingers digging into the supple skin of your thighs in order to hold you in place for him.

His cock inside you was like heaven, every stroke sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He’d taken the time to learn your body. He knew what spots to hit, what speed to use, how to get you there quick.

You were already falling apart in his grasp. Your head dropped to his shoulder, muffling your moans against the fabric of his fancy suit. Your arms stayed locked around him, holding on because there’s nothing more you could do.

There was a light thump that echoed through the small room as the force of his movements rattled the door behind you.

Tangerine focused on the feel of your body connected to his, knowing in only a few minutes you’d be leaving. He needed to make your time together count.

Your warm, wet walls welcomed him with every rough thrust. Your body shuddered around him, squeezing down on his cock as he forced you both towards the edge.

“I’m close,” you gasped out in his ear.

“Me too,” he admitted. Neither of you were going to last very long but given the time constraint, that was for the best.

Tangerine kept up his motions, bringing each of you closer. You were both far gone, lost in the sensation.

Until a loud pounding on the door behind you echoed through the room.

Your eyes went wide, looking at him, unsure of what to do.

“Occupied!” Tangerine yelled hoarsely, not slowing down. He didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to (which he didn’t). You would have laughed if you weren’t trying to conceal your moans even more than before. You couldn’t risk getting caught, you’d both be thrown off the train.

Someone cursed in Japanese, but the knocking stopped. Whoever it was, hopefully they were gone.

The world outside was quickly forgotten as one of Tangerine’s hands moved between your legs. The cold brush of one of his big, gold rings against your warm skin made you shiver. The pad of his thumb found your bundle of nerves and the pressure he applied made gasp.

He leaned in and tilted his head, resting his lips by the shell of your ear. “You know what I want,” he whispered, making you shiver. “Are you going to give it to me?”

Your answer was nonverbal. His cock hit the right spot inside of you over and over, and combined with his thumb in your clit, you were a goner.

Your whole body tensed and tightened around him. You grasped him tighter, trying to hold yourself steady as your whole body convulsed around him. Your head fell back and one hand flew to cover your own mouth, muffling the cries of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you.

Tangerine was not far behind, pinning your pliant body against the door as he chased his own release. You didn’t mind being used, he’d made sure you got yours first. He always did.

Moments later, his thrusts got sloppy and you felt him shiver. He slammed into your waiting body one last time, then held you against him as his cock twitched inside of you.

The hand that was previously covering your mouth slapped over his, silencing his deep moan as he spilled inside of you.

After a few moments, you withdrew your hand. You watched him breathlessly, taking in the look of pleasure on his face. The sweat brimming his hairline, the slight flush in his cheeks, the way his curly hair had fallen slightly in his face.

“See something you like?” he quipped between breaths.

“You know I do,” you replied smoothly.

The two of you stayed like that for a few more breaths before Tangerine was pulling away from you. He helped you back to your feet, pulling your underwear back into place and adjusting your skirt.

He then tucked himself back into his pants and redid his belt. He glanced in the mirror that was on the far wall and ran a hand—the one that hadn’t been between your legs—through his hair, pushing it back into place.

You opened your mouth to speak, but beneath your feet you felt a slight jerk and realized the train had come to a stop.

“Perfect timing,” you commented instead.

Tangerine let out a sigh, disappointed your time together was over. You pulled him into a quick kiss, which he responded to.

“Be safe,” you told him when you parted from him.

Your concern made him smile. “For you? Count on it,” he replied.

Then, he was watching your back as you unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. You slipped out quickly, needing to get off the train in under a minute. Once he was alone, Tangerine sighed again.

Someone then stepped into the doorway, an older looking lady, who began speaking to him loudly. Probably yelling at him to get out.

“Fuck off,” he snapped back, pushing past her to get back to his cart.

He caught a glimpse of you on the train station platform and much to his luck, you saw him. You blew him a kiss as the door closed. Then, you were gone. It made his heart ache a little, he was man enough to admit that to himself.

Tangerine found his seat again and came face to face with Lemon—who looked very unamused.

“Welcome back,” he greeted sarcastically. “We’re on a serious mission, I hope you had your fun.”

The annoyed tone in Lemon’s voice made him crack a smirk. Because guess what? He had.

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