#lemonish

[lazygyodza]

More smooches and soft stuff

More soft stuff w Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster husbando 💕

Happy Friday, magical creatures ✨

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[somethingyoirelated]

Saw that tweet and had to JayVik it 🥦

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[quirkfics]

Hi! Hello! I’m so excited to see that you have a ficlet fest again! A Tsutsumi lemon with the home prompt(like finally fully reuniting with an established relationship reader after reentering society) would be positively divine!

Rediscovering essential pieces of yourself is... inexplicably difficult to describe. Kaina has been doing her best to mull it over, to give these feelings the attention they deserve. Her therapist mentioned keeping a journal for her feelings, and she'll get there, she wants to - but first she has to be able to name them.

Still, she knows that's what holding you is. Loving you - she's rediscovering something essential.

The way you whisper her name, fingers tangled in her hair, makes her wonder how on earth she ever could have forgotten this feeling. The noises you make whenever she tenses her thighs, or nips at your collarbone, has her reeling. How could she ever get enough of this? Your skin almost burns, warm from her attention and the litany of your name of her lips.

"Kaina, look at me," you plead quietly, and she lifts her head, lips swollen, only to groan at the sight of you.

She's home. Home at last, and all those feelings that had woken, surging to the surface- she'll never take them, or you, for granted again.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Steve, tapping the tip of Billy’s dick before a blowjob: is this thing on??

Billy, silently reminding himself of how long he’s been waiting for this moment:

[mane--attraction]

of COURSE i want a big sopping wet man coming after me

Oh? Well then…

~~~

You're not sure how Murdock managed to invite himself on your vacation…again. This time, at least, you got a few days to yourself before he pulled up to the house you rented for the week and made himself at home. It's actually a bit embarrassing how easily he can get you to let him stay without you realizing it until it's technically too late. And by that point, you don't want to tell him to leave.

You're not sure what the reason was for you coming out here anymore: was it your job? Or his intensity? Either way, you're stressed, and you needed this. Hence why him staying for the remainder of your time was more than a bit annoying. And for that, he needs consequences, but what, exactly? It's not like you can enact revenge on a man who can very much retaliate and have you at his mercy ten times easier than you could ever do to him. Not that the retaliation would be bad, absolutely not, but you're not looking to be pinned down straight away. So for that, you need a good idea. Or at least, a decent enough one.

You find yourself wandering to the pool out back, an in-ground one, surrounded by bushes and a tall fence. You don't have any pool so easily accessible at home, so it's been a nice luxury. Some leaf litter has gathered on the surface of the water, and you locate the pool skimmer to collect them without getting your hands wet. If you don’t, there’s a chance it could build up and fall to the floor of the pool.

Your mind starts to wander, then, thinking about what else could potentially get into a pool: debris, animals… As you go to fling the leaves from the net into the bushes, you spot a towel that you forgot to put back last night after you spent most of the evening trying to ignore Murdock by swimming in the pool. He made that rather difficult for you. (He always does.) Hence, it’s hard to think about such trivial things as “towels.” It’s a dark color, which could easily be mistaken for an animal of some sort even in daylight, if you look too quickly.

That’s when your idea forms. What if there was an animal in the pool? What if you got him to investigate? And then when he gets to the pool… Glancing back at the house, you bring the towel to the deep end, skimmer net in your other hand. You set down the net, then bundle up the fabric and press it into the water, letting it get soaked before using the handle of the net to push it down. It’s not actually long enough, but you still manage to watch the towel sink to the bottom. You replace the net in its home and dry your hands on the sides of your shorts.

Frankly, you didn’t consider what you were actually going to say. You wish you could admit that you thought this through a bit more, but the idea is just too amusing. Making sure to put as much concern into your voice as you can, you call out, “Hey Murdock? Can you come here?” There's a good thirty seconds of silence, and while he's surely already on his way, you call again, “I think there's something in the pool.”

“I'm coming,” Murdock grunts, rounding the corner in a sleeveless mock turtleneck and his usual black jeans: the perfect clothing for your plan (and for you to check him out, but that's a given and beside the point). “You said there's something in the pool?”

You nod. “I didn't investigate yet. I didn’t want to get too close and have it bite me or something.”

He tries looking in the shallow end. “I don’t see anything.”

You point at the “animal” at the other side. “It’s over there. I saw it when I got debris out of the pool, and I didn’t want to do anything without you here.”

It’s subtle, but Murdock’s chest puffs up a little when you say that—and you did say that completely on purpose, just for that reason. Pride cometh before the fall, after all. “Let me look,” he says.

With practiced, measured steps, he walks forward, with you following close behind. His hand is outstretched on instinct, despite being empty. Murdock typically has a keen eye, but he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss about the lump in pool that he vocalizes. You hope it remains convincing when he gets closer. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, your chances of pulling this off teetering with every step he takes. The gap closes, slowly but surely, until he's nearly reached the side of the pool. That's when he stops.

You frown behind him. That won't do. “You're gonna stop there? You've gotta get a little closer.”

He turns and gives you a look. “But you hadn't gotten any closer.”

“I hadn't because I was scared. But you can.” You more or less bat your eyelashes at him. “Please?”

He huffs quietly. “Alright.” Murdock moves closer, and you encourage him up a little more, so now his feet hang slightly over the edge of the wall. He's even leaning over a little to get a better view. You only have a split second to act before he realizes that you’ve tricked him, and only a second longer than that before he potentially puts together your little prank.

Men do not have an “even” center of gravity, located more in the chest, causing them to be more “top heavy.” Murdock is no exception. All it takes is one good push to send him tumbling into the pool, grunting in surprise, and you book it to the adjacent side towards the shallow end, giggling. Murdock splashes around, but it doesn't take long for him to get his bearings and his feet under him; and for as tall as he is, his head easily pokes out of the water just enough for him to breathe comfortably. The man glares at you, and the annoyance on his face has you stifling your laughter. You fail pretty easily, emboldened by him being stuck in the pool.

“You think that's funny, huh?”

There's genuine annoyance in his voice, but also that tinge of danger that tends to make itself known when he speaks low like this. You know it doesn't mean anything when he's talking to you, but there's an instinctual part of yourself that still goes mildly on alert every time. While normally you'd wonder what he's thinking, right now you're just pleased as punch that this worked, looking like a cat who got the cream. “Mmm, maybe just a little bit.” You bring your index finger and thumb close to each other when you say that, as if indicating the amount.

Murdock doesn't take his eyes off of you, pulling himself out of the pool using the edge almost a little too effortlessly. The intensity that rarely leaves him has you squirming on the inside, but outwardly, you continue smiling innocently. He doesn’t say anything for a while, water dripping loudly off of him, his shirt clinging to his muscles. You’re trying not to stare. “You think you’re clever, hm?”

You’re not fully sure that it’s just annoyance in his expression anymore. You pretend you don’t notice. “Well, yes, since I managed to get the jump on you.”

Now you wish you know what he was thinking as his eyes narrow slightly. Despite being somewhat far from him, his demeanor and his energy makes it feel like he’s right in your space. “And what do I do with you?”

Your grin widens, seeing an opportunity, and you utter those magic words: “You'll have to catch me first.”

In an instant, his expression darkens, a primal intent crossing his features, and you relish the way your stomach twists and your heart races suddenly as a familiar feeling makes itself known below. Murdock growls. “You have fifteen seconds.”

He's barely finished speaking and you're already running, taking off down the side of the house. You know exactly how this is going to end, and as much as you'll do your best to prolong it, you also can't wait.

~~~

.....this mayyy have gotten away from me lol. 1384 words, in case you were wondering, and I didn't even write anything smutty ahdjdbd

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

Damien being so touch starved and needy that he does whatever he can to get you to fuck him.

Whether that be teasing you, making underhanded little comments, or brushing his hand against a sensitive spot so you'll get fed up and fuck him; only to completely fall apart whenever he receives even the slightest bit of touch.

You slipping your hand up his shirt, and him whimpering so needily as you do..

Quite the lovely imagine, I think.

Damien probably sounds really pretty whimpering.

[deceitful-darlings]

Hey your profile says requests are open (if that’s a mistake feel free to delete this). I was hoping to request more Yandere Tweels x reader rut head canons. Like would they be surely be touching them provincially in public? Would they blackmail or kidnap them to fuck them. Thank you!

At the beginning and end of their rut, the two are more able to be out in public, but that doesn’t reduce their possessiveness they have towards their darling.

At these points, while they may be more ok with you being out in public, they absolutely aren’t going to take their hands off you, and those hands will absolutely wander. You’ll find yourself bright red during meals and any shared study sessions you might find yourself in with their hands sneaking under your shirt or into your underwear. Breaths hot against your ear and you try desperately to keep yourself quiet in case you get caught.

During the middle of their rut, you basically can’t leave their room. At this phase, they perceive any other person approaching you as a challenger to them and their claim over you, anyone who gets too close will be sent to, at best, the infirmary with serious injuries. Not only that, they would have no hesitation in fucking you publicly, so it’s the safer option for all involved.

The week of their rut, the heaviest section of their ‘breeding period’ is by far the most difficult to deal with. It’s a period that’s basically dependant on the weather, moray eels have different breeding seasons depending on the subtype they are, but these periods often last for months, sometimes not even having one spanning the whole year. While in human form, this is condensed into a few weeks when the temperature in optimal and they’re well fed.

During the heat of it, they prefer to be in their merform. They have a tank brought into their room to be able to do this, at some points even dragging you fully under water to the point of nearly passing out. Fighting and struggling doesn’t do much good when you’re wrapped up in their tails while they breed you.

Their claws and teeth leave marks across every part of your body, a thin bruise lining the base of your ribs where they throw you over the side of the tank to stop needing to bring you back up for air while they carry on fucking into you. By the time their ruts are cooling, you look like you’ve been through the wars. Covered in hand shaped bruises, red bitten lips, eyes burning with tears of pain, exhaustion, and overstimulation.

Even when they start to come back to themselves, you’ll be too tired and beaten up to think about going back to classes yet, but that gives them the opportunity to take their mementos. Not that they’ll be needed, since you’ll be close by, but Floyd may just want to take a look at his precious Shrimpy while you’re in class.

Of course, it could be used for blackmail, but with them both being strong, Jade being manipulative, and Floyd being impatient and temperamental, it’s not like they’re going to need it in future, right~?

[malicedragoness]

What we need to talk about is his little leg hook and flip he does because imagine during sex when he’s hitting peak feral, and he does that to take you from behind and you couldn’t move anyways but now you definitely can’t move and have to take it like a good girl

He can flip all around me, over me, on me as much as he wants. He will not get resistance from me! If he flipped over me and pushed me down to bed/ground/couch/kitchen table/whatever he wanted, I just wanna hear that growl.

Just Full Nelson me and growl daddy Reiko.