"Is- Is This Okay?"

Lemon appreciation post 🍋💛

Ayo?!

In the process of writing a *nonbinary* self insert fic for Hassan, John, and Joe (because he needs love too and I love him) if anyone is chill with it.

“Fuck #Ice shoutout to my Mexicans , pass this shit”

-  Fabio Ochoa @QuePasaWindow

UPDATE! HOW TO GET / PRINT THEM!!!

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Hey! This is the link to the cards, a good resource for anyone who needs them or wants to provide them to their community. https://www.ilrc.org/red-cards

https://www.ilrc.org/red-cards

plz, I'll write for you T.T

*Casting my net out into the stagnant waters of the Bullet Train Fandom in hopes of mutuals down to sob over Citrius brothers content*

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)

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

Content warning: Sex, penetration, bodily fluids, smut, a loving partner,

"You're so good, luv". Lemon panted between steady thrusts- his fingers digging into your hips for support. Your soft skin bruising lightly under their calloused pressure- you loved the marks he left: they reminded you of nights like these. By now, the room had fogged up into a humid mess, and sweat dripped from his brow down on to your chest. He lifted an arm to his forehead, wiping away the excess moisture all the while keeping his pace. He pushed in further, slowly, giving your body a chance to adjust to his size. A quiver ran through you as your back arched. A moan escaped you, louder than you had anticipated- it was met with Lemon's soft mouth, taking your lips in his as he pressed down into you. The pace of your breath quickened with his thrusts- your fingers weaving their way into his thick curls and giving them a soft tug. A deep moan escaped him as he peppered kisses down your cheeks to the side of your neck- settling on the softest spot where his tongue danced over the skin. His breath hitched as your legs curled around his hips, pushing him deeper into you. "You're takín me so well" He nipped lightly at the side of your neck just under your ear, nose brushing against your lobe. His breath tickled-earning a soft giggle out of you. He pushed deeper in. You whispered a mixture of cusses and praises- begging him to move faster as you chased your climax. You wanted more. Needed more. Lemon let out a breathy giggle and smiled into your neck. "Easy babe- don't gotta take it all right now" But you wanted him fully- bodies pressed together as your hands faught to grip every bit of him and hold him closer. He sat up slightly, leaning back far enough so that your eyes met. You pleaded with him- eyes locked with his as a needy whine escaped your pouted lips. His eyes glazed over- body shuddering with lustful anticipation. "You ready for me, luv?" A hurried nod from you earned a swift, hard thrust: the full length of his manhood pressed into you. All the air left your lungs, mouth agape, as your vision blurred into a moment of ecstasy. His strong fingers kept your hips held in place as he found his rhythm- his own hips rolling against yours with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours- something he often did during your intimate moments. It made you feel even closer. Your eyes closed as you crashed your lips against his- kissing him deeply as the coil in your stomach warmed and flooded out of you- coating his thick cock. A moan leaked its way out of him and into your mouth as he felt your release. A moment later he pulled back, his own release washing over your belly and legs. A nervous chuckle escaped him. "Sorry 'bout that" You shook your head, assuring him it was fine. You locked eyes with Lemon as you dragged a finger thru the sticky cum and teasingly licked it off your finger tip. His eyes glazed over- blood rushing back to his throbbing erection. "Don't move, I'll get a towel" He scampered out of the room, returning a moment later to clean off you and himself. He pressed a warm, soft kiss to your forehead. "You up for round three?" You nodded, giving a playful lick to the tip of his nose.

An AU where you end up on the yellow brick road- Hamish Linklater is the scarecrow, Rahul Kohli is the tin man, and Robert Longstreet is the cowardly Lion.

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)

DYING for a Bullet Train AU where Lemon and Tengerine are Jaeger pilots.....