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rb the give garlic bread and a warm hug to the person u rb'd from

Like, I can't fathom HOW MUCH I wanna mush this beautiful person!!!! They're the FULL package for me! They're funny, a geek, sassy, sexy. Everything.

RAHUL KOHLI + TIKTOK

Slow mornings part 1

Lemon loves to sleep in.....

Content warning: smut- just pure smut. Reader has V&bewbs

You loved lazy Saturday mornings. You had off so you got to sleep later than usual. And Lemon was off this particular day as well- so he had crashed at your place the night before and was still fast asleep next to you- light snores escaping his partially open mouth. He was even more adorable in his sleep. You stirred slightly, rolling over to view him. You admired the beauty of his face: lush lips that left tingling trails down your body when he kissed you, expressive eyes that danced with shimmer when he looked at you, a soft nose that teased at your bud when he tasted you. You lifted a hand to cradle his warm cheek- the scratch of his beard tickling your palm. The memories of your past love making swirled in your mind, bringing a hot flush to your face. A needy ache dripped from your core down to your swelling folds: igniting a fire that required swift attention. Instinctively, your hips rolled forward with a wanton urgency. Your hands weaved their way down Lemon's face, lightly tracing down his neck and moving to his chest. His face twitched, a small yawn escaping him as he rolled on to his back. You moved closer- arm reaching over his broad chest- resting on his warmth. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck- placing a light kiss against his softness. He inhaled sharply, reaching upwards in a big stretch- his arched back pushing his chest and belly out further. A gruff moan escaped him as he glanced over at you- eyes still blurry from sleep.

"Ey luv"

His voice hoarse from sleep. The sound made your already tingling clit ache. You pressed your face against his neck- breathing in the lingering scent of his previous cologne and body sweat. You placed lazy kisses between licks along the side of his face and neck- settling to chew lightly on the lobe of his ear. He soft giggle escaped him. He's ticklish there- good to know.

tangerine with a s/o headcannons? (not forcing at all <333)

Oh, Tangerine is a suave MF

at least he THINKS he is

● Acts aloof but keeps track of all your favorite things: will surprise you with your favorite food or a gift when you're having a bad day and answer with a "No biggie luv, just saw it n though o you"

● Always has backup plans for date night. It's raining when you wanted to go to the beach? He's got reservations for a beachside restaurant so you can still see the ocean. Car breaks down on the way somewhere? He's already got a picnic basket and mattress set up. This guy is 10 steps ahead

● Although he's not the best cook (this man could burn water...) he's always willing to try and cook up something fancy (even when you insist ordering pizza is fine) And even started taking a cooking masterclass to try and impress you

● Speaking of impressing you: he's a huge attention hog. Always makes sure you see him when he doing something. Even mundane things: he's got his arms flexed, ass and chest pushed out. If he doesn't need a shirt on to do it, expect this man to have his tiddies out. He's mastered the smirk n wink

● While he's not a fan of PDA, he's always an arms length away. He often reaches out a hand to make sure you're near by- probably out of caution (work makes him jumpy at times) And he always wants to make sure you're okay. If you hold his hand/arm in public, he'll act nonchalant but is low key melting inside.

● He blushes very easily. It doesn't take much to get those cheeks glowing. He gets even more embarrassed if anyone points it out (which you and Lemon LOVE to do)

● Is a SAP for romcoms. If given the choice to pick a movie, he'll go for the types of movies you'd see on the hallmark channel, claiming- "I just don't want anything too action packed before bed. Honest"

Lowkey wanting to write a ~Latina forbidden social status difference lover~ au for Friedrich Harding but like

This is giving Lemon energy 🤤

Who wants to build a pillow fort then absolutely violate me inside it?

"Is- is this okay?"

Lemon panted, his arms shaking as he held his body above you: his plush lips mere centimeters away from meeting yours. Beads of sweat dripped off of him, landing to trace the edges of your face and cascade down your neck. Your breath quickened as your eyes met with his. Was this really happening? Your hands found their way up to his cheeks- fingers softly caressing the edges of his beard- feeling the coarseness of his hair. He was warm- the kind of comforting warmth that made your insides twist into a mess while a needy ache fluttered through your core. His gaze softened- lids lowering as the spark that normally reflected in his eyes subsided. God, how you had wanted this: the two of you- alone- mere seconds from engaging in passion. Your eyes closed- chin tilting upwards in hopes of connecting your lips.

"Lemon...." You breathed- chest heaving- wanting nothing more than to give in to lust.

"uh...." Lemon blinked, moving himself away slightly, in confusion.

"Dafuk are ya doin?" Tangerine gestured at the both of you from the doorway- cigarette in hand.

You blinked- previous spell of lust broken. As it were: you were lying on your back on the floor of the train car, staring up at a concerned looking Lemon.

"They passed out....." Lemon motioned to you, pressing a hand to your clammy forehead. "Low blood sugar". He held a bottle of juice up- he had been slowly dripping it into your mouth but most of it had missed and left a sticky trail on your cheeks and neck.

He remembered your condition- how sweet! The corners of your mouth shook into a smile, vision coming back into focus. You sat up- Lemon handed you the rest of the bottle.

"It's apple. Hope that's okay"

You nodded- downing the rest of it. Tangerine rolled his eyes. You'd feel better soon.

"Get off the floor, the two of you. That's disgusting"

Lemon gently lifted you to your feet- a firm but soft hand on your shoulder to steady you.

"You alright, luv?"

You nodded. God, he was the sweetest.

To be able to fly? To be smoke, or a wolf; to know the night, and live in it forever? That’s not so bad. You call us monsters. But when you dream, it’s of flying, and changing, and living without death.

Rachel - Nightbreed (via octoberland)