#lemony things

Y/N looked down and squeaked at the sight, mouth already hung open while she struggled to retain some motor skills.

“Holy fuck.” She was breathless, squirming while she was repeatedly impaled by her grotesque companion. With each hard thrust, Y/N could see the outline of Ryuk’s cock just at the point of her belly button before he pulled back.

The little piece of her brain that was still coherent imagined that the shinigami would chuckle at her awe, but he was already far gone. Instead, Ryuk grunted, barely audible over the sound of his hips smacking into the backs of her thighs. His eyes blazed crimson in the natural light that remained in her living room, no longer recognizably lucid as she cried out at another deep thrust.

Y/N should’ve anticipated it, knowing that she’d only tugged her friend deeper down into the pit of ecstasy the moment she’d requested that he fuck her hard. Ryuk had been more than giddy to comply, propping her up on the nearest piece of furniture and parting her legs, grinning until his features cinched, over how wet she already was.

The god had still been slightly diffident to start with, reliant on teasing her for her lust for someone so inhuman, but his desire had quickly propelled him into setting a fast, hard pace. After that, Y/N could hardly remember anything aside from the feeling of him inside her, fucking into her zealously in spite of how tight her cunt was around him.

Y/N had been correct when she had said could take him, though it was only just barely.

“Ya - You gonna cu-um, Ryuk?” The woman muttered the complete sentence by pure miracle, before her head fell back with a moan.

She felt her eyes roll back in her skull, shaking over the friction, the pounding at her cervix until she was practically numb and imagined Ryuk ruining her.

Ryuk’s hand was large enough to nearly cover her entire midriff, and as it slid up from her thighs, over her ribs, and brushed over her breasts, he was able to palm both easily. Y/N cries came choked at the stimulation, at his claws skating around her nipples until he was grasping her by the throat. Y/N almost screamed, unprepared, as her head was forced back into position, her lover demanding eye contact even as his rhythm was interrupted, becoming harsh and clumsy.  

Ryuk could’ve been looking anywhere, eyes as bright and burning as they were, but Y/N felt like he was looking into her soul. It sent sparks straight to her core, and she sobbed.

“You first.” He demanded, speaking easily, with only a hint of desperation in his gravelly tone.

“I thought I said - ! T-to not be so rough, there.” Y/N mumbled between gasps and sharp intakes of breath. 

She had to hold one hand steady on the headboard of her bed, more to cling to something steady than to maintain balance. Her legs were nearly lifted off the bed entirely, her assumed position on her hands and knees broken by Ryuk’s enthusiasm. 

The shinigami behind her had her thighs spread apart with a steely grip, one hand sliding up until he could grab her ass with claws that were too hurried not to prick into her flesh. He kneaded the thicker flesh eagerly, all while his tongue continued to lap at her cunt that he’d given himself easier access to. 

Y/N had no idea how they had gotten there, from her limping into her apartment after a full workday, grousing over how her rear stung because of Ryuk’s prior treatment, to him eating her out with mild ferocity. 

She could not help the way her body responded to his, how the long tongue inside her stirred that already fervent heat in her belly and made her so wet that she and a mix of Ryuk’s galore of drool were dripping onto the bedspread. 

Ryuk did not let up from her, asking. “You ‘ant me to sthop?” 

His tone was curious, though husky. Y/N imagined she could feel the way his unique lips formed the words as he remained nose-deep between her swollen lips. It nearly overrode the sensation of her rapid heartbeat that she could feel in the same spot. 

Y/N shuddered, legs shaking in Ryuk’s hold. She cried out with a cant of her hips. 

“Oooh, don’t... don’t do that...” Her words grew faint by the end of her request.

Y/N wondered how he kept his teeth from nicking her as he wheezed with laughter.  

The peak she was near to reaching was held at a distance when Ryuk pulled back until all she could feel was his breath against her most sensitive 

“Stop?” He chuckled, nails raking ever so gently across her lower back now, smoothing over the little bruises that had already formed and arching over her hipbone to grip and stroke. 

“Nughh.” Y/N moaned, face pressed into the sheets while she shook her head. 

“Then what? Whaddya want?” Ryuk teased. “I can’t hear ya.” 

Her legs were too weak, even as she desperately wanted to kick at the mattress in the throes of a tantrum. The woman just could imagine her frightful partner smirking as he paid special attention to massaging her backside. 

There was movement behind her, and for whatever reason Y/N had it in mind that Ryuk had shrugged his massive shoulders in mock indifference, like he really couldn’t hear her. It sent a sliver of fear and an ache of frustration that her god would pull away entirely and leave her cold. 

“Please,” She pleaded. “It’s f-fine, just please...” 

Instead, she felt the familiar brush of his tongue, now warmer from being snug inside her, as he ran it up her slit with a lewd slurping sound. Y/N shrieked and shuddered while Ryuk hummed thoughtfully. 

As stereotypical as it was, Ryuk had had humans prostrate themselves in front of him while on their knees before this. It was more common during the feudal era, and lingered into the modern age for only so long. In spite of this, Ryuk hadn’t ever found it gratifying as he was supposedly meant to. The display made him feel awkward, if nothing else.

Therefore, to see Y/N on her knees, head bowed over his lap, would’ve made Ryuk weary. He didn’t want her to be afraid whatsoever, hadn’t for the longest time. 

It would’ve; should’ve, given the shinigami’s experiences, but Y/N was definitely not the one coming undone here. In lieu of begging for the sake of her soul, the woman was at level with his waist. Any worship paid to him was done with her soft lips wrapped around his cock, tongue encircling as much as she could take into her mouth. She hadn’t even balked at the strangeness of his dick, longer than her outstretched hand and lightening from obsidian to the normal grey of the rest of his organic body as it reached the pronged head. 

Ryuk did his best not to call his own shaking to attention, though his claws were digging into the couch cushions. He was caught in a reiteration of the first time he’d fucked her - wanting to drive into it and yet not wanting to hurt his human to where he’d break her.

A thrust of his bony hips, with the urge to go deeper down her throat, and Y/N was gagging loudly, face growing redder and nostrils flaring. She released him to breathe, swallowing back saliva before looking up at him with the most earnest expression born out of eyes filmed over with tears. 

“Sorry!” Ryuk panted. He could think of nothing else to say, brain so scrambled, but the woman laid her head on one of his thighs fondly. Clever fingers continued to stroke him with help from the thick, black fluid that was spilling out of his tip. 

“No, I’m sorry I can’t take it all.” Y/N said sincerely, pressing a few kisses to his shaft and another at the apex of his thigh in between her apology. “There’s just so much of you.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Ryuk’s could hardly manage a strangled reply.   

When she continued to trail wet kisses and licks wherever she could, up to sucking on the unusually pointed head of his cock, Ryuk couldn’t help it. He fucking whimpered, one hand coming up to grip Y/N by the hair and keep her at bay for a moment. The barrel of his chest was struggling to rise and fall with every harsh gasp. 

“Hey,” Ryuk started. Instinctively he reached out to take your arm and pull it away from your face. “Why’re you hidin’ from me?”

Your breath stuttered in your chest, and you felt the heat intensify behind your cheeks. Ryuk’s grip on you was gentle, but you could see the way his spindling fingers overlapped each other because of how tiny your wrist was compared to his claws. You felt weary for a second, caught between the mortification of having your reaction pointed out very plainly and the fluttering in your stomach over the size difference.  

Licking your lips, you tried to look him in the eye. “I… I’m just shy, I guess.”

“Huh?” An indent formed on Ryuk’s prominent brow, clear confusion in his exaggerated look and the downturn of his lips against the usual Glasgow grin. “Why’re you shy?”

His pupils darted over your face, then lower. “I’ve seen you without clothes on before.”

His quick perception of the issue had your mouth fall slightly, honest surprise forcing a lump in your throat. Ryuk pulled you by your arm delicately, taking advantage by rolling you onto your back so that you could no longer hide in the pillow.

Nervously, you laughed. It was becoming such a commonly-employed tick that you found yourself growing annoyed over your own habits. “You’re right.”

“It’s stupid.” You shook your head, eyes less focused. “I mean obviously, we’ve been living together for a long time and we’ve… done that.”

God, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “But not like this.”

Your shinigami cocked his head, still perturbed. In the back of your mind, you admired the way his facial structure flexed and changed if he truly wanted it to. And the privately cherished implication that he was only so emotive with you. No one else.

“You - You’re looking right at me.” You mumbled, face burning. “Usually we just do it and you’re not this close while you’re -”

You stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh. As you turned it over in your head, you could see how you were making a fuss over nothing. “I’m sorry, it’s just a dumb human feeling.”

The hand that had been wrapped around your arm released you just as Ryuk finally touched down from where he’d been hovering right above you. His bony knees landed on either side of your legs as he slid both hands down to curve around your ribcage.

You gasped softly, keenly aware of the way his fingers curled, digging themselves into the comforter beneath you so that he could get a proper hold on you. At the same time, his face drew nearer, until he filled up your worldview.

His thumbs smoothed over your lower rib bones, tracing up to your breasts all while his black talons skated along your skin. Your skin turned to gooseflesh as he took his time, the curiosity that colored his entire being coming out while he drifted up to your collarbone.

You didn’t know what to expect with a partial admission of your own insecurities. Ryuk was always questioning, ever-intrigued and had patience that surpassed any human’s, so he could’ve continued asking about it. At the same time, he was always hungry, especially now that intimacy was on the table. If you ever even hinted at wanting, he was now there in a flash as if you were on par with apples, pawing at you and your clothes.

The god didn’t question it when you gave him those juicy apples and you as well, so you might’ve expected him to whine away your silly hangups.

This, him - touching you with deliberate slowness and eyeing the way your body responded... was a strange amalgamation of the two. It was somewhat like when you’d first engaged in intimacy with him, but less clumsy. His cold hands could span over large portions of your body in a wandering sort of way, touching on little scars, freckles, moles, and stretch marks.

You winced at that. Dumb human feeling or not, you’d been raised on the notion that your body was shameful and imperfect.

“Quit saying that.” Ryuk said candidly, as if it were a catchphrase. “You think I don’t like what I see?”

His words made you blink.

“Um,” Your back arched as the death god smoothed over your nipple. “M-most guys -”

“I’m not ‘most guys’.” Ryuk’s goofy grin returned as he flicked at the sensitive area again.

In his hands, your chest started to rise and fall, shaking, as you couldn’t help but laugh, slightly disbelieving at your partner’s shrewdness. It only escalated as one of Ryuk’s thumbs swept over your belly, pressing into you lightly to make you squirm.  

His thumb wriggled mercilessly, despite you immediately trying to shove him away amid full-body giggling. Your head fell back into the pillow with a cry as the shinigami replaced his thumb with his long, slimy tongue.

“Hey!” Your laughter was hysterical, limbs turning into jelly though you still prodded at his grip on you with your meager strength. “Stop it! Enough. Stop. Please!”

Ryuk’s otherworldly chuckling was muffled over a busy tongue, but hearing it made any remnants of being grounded by shame dissolve. It was so instantaneous that you didn’t notice the change at all.

Your laughter caught in your throat, and a startled ‘oh!’ left your mouth as the stroke of his tongue finally found what had been Ryuk’s goal all along. His dark hands had already glided down to grip you by your hips, steady as they lifted you up by your bottom.

His red eyes gleamed at you from between your legs. You could practically hear his guttural voice in your head. 

                                              I love what I see.  

“Like thith?” Ryuk’s eyes rose to look at you from between your legs as his tongue moved up and down.

He watched your mouth part, cheeks ruddy, then made a change and swiped at you from side to side. “O’ that?”

Your eyes squeezed shut. “Ah, ah, yes. Either. Both.”

You were curled inward so far that he could feel your spinal column and traced it up the center of your back. The shaking it elicited was enough to make you lean even further until you were hiding your face in his hair. You whimpered, warm breath reaching his scalp, and your hands already cradled around his head touched upon the back of his neck. A rumble of approval followed your actions, and another long swipe up and down your folds while you dug your nails into the base of his skull.

‘This is harder than I thought it would be.’ Ryuk’s concerns were far and away in his mind, but he did feel the pain of having to keep up his ministrations while feeling new sensations at the same time.

A particularly good dig into his flesh with your nails would stop him, make him shudder and pull away involuntarily. It felt good; so good that he had to keep reminding himself that getting your reaction required effort. That in itself was a new thing, as he was still trying to think of what you tasted like. The wetness between your thighs was never ending, constantly replenished as he licked and sucked at you. Ryuk was, of course, ever mindful of his fangs, but he was also at a loss of how to process that you had a flavor.

And then there was how noisy you were. You cried and gasped as you buried your face in his hair, breathing heavily while clinging onto him. Your encouraging nuzzles tugged at the heart he would’ve never guessed he had, and it made him pull you closer in turn. He was intoxicated with the sound of your lust and the affection that you indulged him with.

Ryuk let his tongue roll down to slip inside you, giving a curious stroke at your inner walls before a gush of fluid had him reeling. You gasped.

“Oh my god.”

He didn’t want to, but the shinigami retracted his tongue and lifted his head to look at you again. “Did I hurt ya?”

You shook your head vehemently. “I-I wasn’t expecting it... was just surprised.”

“In a good way.” Your hazy expression once again sent a pang shooting through his chest, the reassuring smile quivering as you continued to rock forward with want.

But it was when you leaned forward, a hand having lowered to pet his cheek, and kissed his forehead that Ryuk felt a shot of adrenaline.

Eddie is touch-starved and wants human contact

He loves Venom and the symbiosis is of course mutually beneficial, but Eddie misses how things were when he was with Anne - an independent partner - too

One night when he's suffering acute insomnia because he's a struggle-bus, Eddie winds up on a message board and makes friends with one poster who makes him laugh

Venom enjoys it too, and after some time begins to look forward to going home to chat with their internet pal

Meanwhile, our OFC that I'm calling Zoey, is struggling to survive in a ridiculously overinflated San Francisco and gets a tip-off to a sugar baby website that her friend has been using

It's gonna be sketchy no matter what, but Zoey finds one cool dude whose profile pic is blurry but seems as legit as it gets, so starts chatting and becomes friends w/ him

They get closer, to where Zoey keeps him up-to-date on shit happening downtown and on campus that deserves coverage and Eddie actually helps her with buying textbooks and real food when he gets a payout

He never asks for actual "sugar", and while Zoey is grateful, she feels both more uneasy about this whole thing because it makes her indignant - why doesn't he want her?

She goes out on a limb one night and just invites him out, wanting to actually meet and solidify their friendship, no ulterior motives whatsoever yeah right

Eddie agrees but internally freaks the fuck out about getting back into the game and wondering if he's actually down for sex and she's clearly younger than he is and Venom is just '???' why are you screaming internally?

Holy shit tho They actually manage to meet and damn is her sugar daddy pretty

"Oh fuck, you're Eddie Brock too?? Wtf?! Omg what really happened at the Life Foundation? I'm so glad that asshole Carlton Drake is dead."

Zoey's not the smartest duck in the pond, but she's astute enough to ask if Eddie saw that giant goo hot af monster when he was involved in that whole fiasco, idk who wouldn't be. It catches Eddie off-guard, but not as off-guard as Zoey clearly being thirsty over Venom of all things

Venom meanwhile nearly takes over Eddie and invites the nice lady who thinks he's an attractive mate over to their apartment bc he's suddenly very interested in human copulation now

The symbiote def thought this entire daddy kink thing was weird, but when they're actually in the middle of things, he's wayyyyy more confident in it than Eddie is

Eddie has been squirmy ever since he realized what that 'message board' was actually meant for, and then the conversation with Venom that followed concerning human sexuality and kinks

But Zoey is cute and confident and she's honestly very considerate and into consent, and thinks it's endearing how Eddie is so excited that it's almost like he's trying to 'eat' her face

I just love the idea of these two humans getting it on before Venom can't take being in the background anymore and just fully takes over Eddie's body midway through

'Holy fucking shit I'm banging the demon of san francisco??? Is it my birthday?' - Zoey, probably