DYING For A Bullet Train AU Where Lemon And Tengerine Are Jaeger Pilots.....

Battle Royale: who'd win in a fight? The Citrus Twins, or those guys from Fargo?

*argue in the comments*

Thrupple headcanons

You are in a relationship with the Citrus Bros. I'm talking tag-team style sex. Tangerine destroys you and Lemon is a master at after-care and warming you up prior. All three of you are switches. (Fanfic? Or my fantasy since watching this movie? You decide....)

🍋 Slow, cozy sex: loves having you ride him and showers you in praises. Soft kisses to your forehead inbetween thrusts. Gets you warmed up and ready for him with his long fingers- making sure you're wet and worked up before sitting you down on his thick cock.

🍊 Sex is rough and fast: yanks your arms above your head and grips your wrists hard enough to leave bruises- rutting you down into the mattress while his teeth nip at your neck. You're left gasping between sessions- he only leaves enough time in-between for a quick cleanup before he's back inside you again.

🍋 Food play: will lick whipped cream/fudge sauce off your cock/tits because "You're delicious". Washes you off after- fingering you to another orgasm while he does so and then tucks you into bed with all your stuffed animals. Did I stress the praises and forehead kisses?? Communication king here.

🍊 Sneaks into your room in the middle of the night- you wake to the sound of him panting: cock in hand, furiously jerking himself off while his lustful eyes glance over your moonlight bathed body. "So pretty when you're sleeping" he stutters. He needs you to tell him how much of a good boy he is so he can cum.

🍋 Likes when you tug lightly on his hair- weaving your fingers into his soft curls. You hold his face just close enough to yours while you pleasure yourself- panting sloppy kisses onto his lips, eyes locked as you spill over into your own hand. He brings your fingers to his mouth- licking up your taste.

🍊 Let's you pick out one of his ties to bind his wrists and neck- bringing him to his knees while you place a foot on his chest. You litter him with a combination of praises and insults, giving his cheeks light slaps until he's worked himself out of breath. The bulge in his pants growing damp at the tip. He begs you to let him touch himself.

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.

Nobody:

Bullet Train:

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

Absolutely LOSING MY MIND that he sings SO GOOD 🥵😍

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)

~oh sweet lord~

Watching interviews with Brian Tyree Henry and realizing the SIZE DIFFERENCE between us and having impure thoughts that directly negate my claustrophobia

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.