To Be Able To Fly? To Be Smoke, Or A Wolf; To Know The Night, And Live In It Forever? That’s Not So

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Lemon: the precious person he is- takes care of you when you have too much to drink

"Your tie's crooked, luv..."

Your eyes blurred in their attempt to focus on your partner. Lemon stood in front of you, a concerned look spread across his face.

"You alright?"

He held out a firm but soft hand to steady you as you tilted slightly to the side. The complimentary mimosas on the cruise were substantially stronger than you had anticipated, and your quick overconsumption had left you....well, tanked, to say the least. Lemon had noticed you were a bit too far gone when the entertainment host gently pulled the microphone away from you. While attempting to announce the next activity, you had commandeered the mic and started a very passionate rendition of your favorite song. Despite the positive feedback from the cribbage group- most other attendees could tell a nap, hydration, and maybe a cold shower were needed. Lemon, ever the vigilant lover- flocked to your side: ice cold water in hand.

"Have a sip luv, please."

He held out the refreshing drink. Admittingly the only nonalcoholic thing you had all day. You grasped the cold glass, pursing your lips and making a "hissssss" sound to mimic the cold against your skin. Lemon's lip made a quick upwards motion: entertained at your cheesy humor, but remaining insistent on your well being. You sipped lightly- cautious about the ice cubes bumping at your front teeth.

"Mmmm, so good!" You flashed your cheesiest grin.

Lemon nodded- motioning for you to consider the rest of the drink.

"Finish, please."

You nodded, obliging. Lemon gently took the empty glass from your hand, swiftly replacing it with a second- full, glass. In your drunkenness'- your brain registered this as a magic trick. You giggled and slapped your hands to your heated cheeks.

"For me!?!?"

You gasped- taking hold of the second glass and downing it. Lemon nodded- relieved at both your compliance and the enthusiasm for hydration. When you finished the second glass- Lemon held out his hand.

"We should go have a rest, yeah?"

He nodded- hoping to elicit a similar reaction from you. You nodded as well, wiggling your body over towards his. You leaned lightly against him- lips in a kissing position. Lemon smiled, gently placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

"Let's get you upstairs, luv....."

He gently lead you past the hustle and bustle of the cruise ship and into your shared room. Once there, he moved the blankets aside and helped you in to bed- moving the pillows to support your head. Blankets gently tucked under your arms and legs- leaving you enough room to wiggle if needed. And another cool glass of water sat on the table next to the bed, and a trash can poised at the ready. Lemon kissed your forehead gently,

"See you in a few, luv"

Lemon appreciation post 🍋💛

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.

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

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

(more) Citrus Bro Headcanons 🍋🍊

Lemon:

●Has to be touching you at all times while sleeping: will either bear hug you from the back as the big spoon, or back up into you from the front as the little spoon. Is a blanket hog as well

● Enjoys slow mornings: any time he doesn't have to be up for work he's sleeping in past noon and then makes a full breakfast with lattes. Keeps all your favorite breakfast foods in stock and changes it up daily

●Speaking of lattes: he loves making pictures with the foam (yes, most of them include Thomas and various Pokemon) He once entered a design competition and won second place (somebodies grandma won first....)

●Loves bubble baths: has a bath tray to hold books, drinks, whatever else- and shelves full of bath bombs/shower steamers/ bath gel. Best believe this man reaches peak relaxation at least weekly (He'll have to find a way to send Tangerine out of the apartment other wise he'll complain, as if he doesn't hog the bathroom ALL the time) Cucumbers on eyelids included

Tangerine:

● Has a knack for complex puzzle games but can't solve a rubix cube to save his life. He's managed to keep a game of chess (against himself) going for at least 3 days. He's cursed himself out at least 7 times

● In denial about being allergic to garlic. While it's an ingredient in all his favorite foods- it makes his throat itchy and his face red. Lemon has an epipen stashed for safety.

● Obsessive facial hair grooming. Has a mustache comb and conditioner with him at all times. Brushes after eating and before addressing people. Sasses Lemon for not conditioning his beard.

● Fear of dogs. Not big ones (he thinks Shepard and Pinchers are regal) but little yapper dogs: chihuahuas and yorkies will send him running. "Goddamn anklenippin gremlins...."

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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

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