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some Home sketches to help me get back in the swing of doodling!

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did a lil warmup this afternoon to get back into the swing of doodling! based on a Home sketch I did here :3

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I thought it was interesting that House doesn't have any lips, and brought up so many questions about its shell!!

Is its shell hard all over, aside from the fleshy parts that poke out? If so, is it hard like bone, or firm but flexible like cartilage? It looks like bone but it also looks potentially a little flexible and you said it bursts open or falls apart when it's excited so I'm really intrigued here.

Also is its "shell" just referring to the outer casing, not the tentacles we see poking out, or is the shell more like, "a shell of a person"?

Thank you in advance!

Thank you so much for the questions!! These were fun to answer :D

Nope, the shell isn’t hard! Home’s shell has a strange layer of skin that contains and covers all the gooey bits of it. The skin feels quite cold and clammy usually, but when it gets flustered the skin turns a lot warmer and the system of veins will make its skin a lot redder/pinker rather than its usual blotchy purple look, like in the pic above! It doesn’t have much actual fatty flesh, hence the very bony look that Home has.

The skin feels a lot like rubber though, like, really thin rubber. You could poke it and it would feel like it’s gonna split and tear open, but it won’t. The only thing that ruptures Home’s skin is its innards going out when it gets unstable! Those endless, endless guts and tentacles…

The “shell” refers to the outer casing though, yeah! Since Home’s true form is the ever-expanding fleshscape that you and its shell (and other various beasts…) reside in, it had to make its interpretation of a cute lil’ human for it to interact with you safely. It’s made entirely from materials within Home’s true form because it wants you to fall in love with a human-like shell made from it and it only. Not some amalgamation of other humans mish-mashed into a shell. Just Home.

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some Home sketches! felt like bein lazy with my doodles today hehe

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Home takes great pride in being able to keep you safe. Needless to say, it gets very...agitated, should its little love try to go where they shouldn't.

It just cares for you so much, and it will make sure you learn that.

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couldn't help but doodle Home over this meme hehe...give it all your kisses!!!

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Lazy Morning Love - Home x GN!Reader

Here's roughly 2.6k words of very fluffy smut with Home!

Content includes a load of fluffy smut, explicit consent for everything, some tentacle action, and just Home combusting over its gigantic praise kink!

Some more Home posts can be found here, here, and here! Enjoy!

Ah, mornings.

You never used to like them that much, but you’ve found yourself growing fonder of them the more time you’ve spent within Home. Well, you think they’re mornings here. There’s no real way to tell the time, no night or day cycle, no proper sunlight or moonlight to signify the changing of days anymore. Still, you love waking up in your shared bed to feel the soft and steady breaths made by Home’s shell tickling against your neck.

As you regain your consciousness you can feel the shell’s bony claws twitch and clutch onto your waist, pulling you closer to its resting form. You shuffle a little, trying to turn over and gaze into the face of your carefully constructed lover’s body, but you’re met with a strengthening grip and a slightly disgruntled, half-hearted growl from behind you. You giggle.

“Home, com’on! I wanna see your face…please?” you softly laugh as you flump your head against your pillow in surrender.

“…but I’m comfy, and I like having you against me just like this.” Home whispers, burying its face into the crook of your neck now, snuggling against you. You wriggle a little as it moves a hand onto your stomach, gently squishing at the soft flesh there. You’d put on some weight since you started living together with Home, most likely from the flesh that it’s been feeding you. It liked your plushness a lot.

“I know Home, but I just really want to look at you,” you sigh, purposely grinding against it. Home’s next exhale comes out in a shudder. “Pleeeease? Just for a little bit? And then you can scoot right back to how we were, I promise.” you whine, smiling wickedly as you keep grinding your ass against it, feeling victorious as you hear a weak purr escape your lover.

“Alright little love, alright. Come here.” Home sighs as it releases you from its embrace. You squeak in excitement, rolling over to finally see your sleepy love gazing at you. Its fluffy hair is wild and unkempt from where it practically buried itself into your covers and you make a note to sit down and gently brush through it later; you were surprised to find out early in the relationship that Home adored having its hair touched and brushed far more than it really should. You found it adorable.

You reach out to its pale face, rubbing your thumb against the sharp edge where its cheekbone would be. The feeling of Home’s skin was something that you were still getting used to. It felt thin - dangerously thin in some places - but it had the texture and feel of what felt like rubber. It was usually cool to the touch too, which was very appreciated when your living environment got hot and humid.

The shell nuzzles its face against your hand as the purring from its chest grows louder, and it clasps one of its larger hands over your own, tracing a long, clawed finger along your knuckles. Home’s usual wide eyed and ever-grinning expression was much more subdued. Its eyes were heavy lidded and threatening to close whilst its mouth was shut for once. The exposed teeth on its lipless upper jaw form what you’ve come to recognise as a smile for Home. An intimate, soft gesture that’s the best form of human mimicry that it can muster. You place a soft kiss just above its nasal cavity, pulling back with a smile as its skin flushes a faint pink.

“God, I love you so much. I love you so, so much Home,” you whisper softly, kissing down to its jawline now, following the veins that paint its pale skin with streaks of blue and purple. Your hand slips from Home’s face to its chest, feeling the rumble of its purrs reverberating against your flesh and bones. “I’ve never felt safer. You’re so wonderful, so doting, so gentle…” you giggle, shuffling lower to kiss its collarbone. It squeaks in surprise, playfully wriggling against you now. It could absolutely break away and stop you from doing this, but you knew that it’d never do that to you. To others, absolutely; but never you.

“Little love, that tickles...!” it laughs softly, pressing you closer to its body. You give Home a mischievous smile, nuzzling against it and letting your hair tickle its skin for you.

“Just adore you so much,” you sigh, trailing your hand down its chest, lower and lower until you stop just above its pubic bone, teasing the thin stretch of hairless skin there with the sultry scrape of your nails. Home groans now, realising that it probably should’ve kept you snuggled up to it instead of letting you work it up. “…let me show you how much I love you, Home. Please?” you ask it, looking up through your lashes and blinking in faux innocence. Home lets out a chuff of air, its trademark grin starting to crawl across its face.

“Go on then, little love. I trust you.”

That’s all the encouragement you need.

You practically tear off the covers, exposing both of your naked bodies to each other. The tentacle between its legs is in full view, and you firmly grasp it as you shuffle further down the bed to get a better view of it and the wonderful being that it’s attached to.

It pulses and throbs slightly as you begin slowly pistoning your wrist up and down the length of the shaft. You make sure to really grip and tease around the firm bumps that travel from the base of the tentacle to the tip, and you’re rewarded with the wonderful sound of Home groaning from further up the bed. The sound sends a sharp pang of arousal shuddering through you, travelling all the way down your body to culminate between your legs.

You shoot it a smirk as it whines and looks away in embarrassment, looking shocked that it made such a noise. It’s still not used to receiving affection, much preferring to be the one in control and giving you love instead. You’re not complaining; Home was an attentive and eager lover, always putting your pleasure and wellbeing first, but it wasn’t fair for it to hog all the fun.

Your free hand rakes its way down Home’s leg leaving four parallel trails of red skin in their wake, and the soft groans quickly morph into a desperate growl.

“Oh, does that feel good? You’re so vocal this morning love,” you smile, keeping a steady pace as Home furiously nods and tries to hide behind its hair, hands - anything that can make it hidden. “Good…don’t be embarrassed, that’s good…you’re doing so good for me Home, so wonderful…” you chuckle as you begin to teasingly press soft kisses down its wriggling length. It’s holding back, trying desperately not to buck up and rub its tentacle against your lips.

You look up again at Home, and seeing how it looks like it might implode from your relentless teasing you decide to stop messing with it and let Home get some relief. You dribble some spit over the very tip of its tentacle, rub it in, and then you take the appendage into your mouth whilst keeping a firm grip on the base. Home whines, placing a clammy hand on top of your hair to shakily stroke you and guide you further down.

“T-That’s it little love, like that, just like that-!” Home moans as you start taking it further into your throat. You get too greedy, choking around the tentacle as it unexpectedly wriggles and bullies its way further down your throat and you retreat to cough and get air. Home looks panicked but before it can ask if you’re doing alright, you dip right back down and eagerly take it into your mouth.

You grip its hips, doing your best to hollow your cheeks and breathe through your nose, running your tongue against the underside of the tentacle to wind Home up further. The tentacle tastes rather sweet and feels soft, yet firm at the same time. It’s a sensation that your tastebuds can’t get enough of. The slick fluid secreted from its tentacle mixes with the spit that runs down your chin and onto Home’s body.

Home is whining without restraint now, running its claws through your hair, beginning to rut up into the warm, welcoming heat of your tight little throat, and you gladly take this rougher treatment by moaning around the appendage and sucking harder, teasingly scraping your teeth against the soft flesh. This flips a switch in Home. It starts thrusting up into your throat more erratically, growling as it does so. You know what’s going to come next.

“A-Ah! I’m gonna...!” Home moans, shoving your face down so that your nose is flush against its pubic bone. Your eyes water as you feel its release flood your throat with a final thrust, drool and cum spilling from your mouth and nose as its tentacle continues to dump its load into you.

You’re feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and your jaw throbs with a dull pain, but you continue to keep it hinged open the best that you can for your lover, finding that the lack of oxygen and light-headedness that you’re feeling is making you feel even more worked up. Eventually, Home pulls out. You do your best to greedily gulp down its spend, but you still end up spilling a lot down yourself.

“Love your taste so much…” you chuckle hoarsely, wiping some of Home’s seed away with your fingers, only to make a show of you sucking them clean whilst Home watches with wide eyes. You’re unable to stop the proud grin that’s widening across your face as you watch Home stop breathing, practically freezing as it turns red.

“Get over here,” it rasps, lunging forwards for you. It grabs your shoulders, pulling you on top of its body. Home’s tongue slithers out of its maw, eager to get a taste of the combination of your saliva and its own seed. “We taste so good together, love this, love you so much little love…” it slurs as its tongue travels up to your mouth.

You obediently part your lips and let the tongue into your mouth, letting it lap against your tongue and your teeth. Given Home’s lack of lips, this was the closest thing to a true kiss that you got from it aside from the times when it’d nuzzle its exposed teeth against your head.

You suck against the slick appendage, fluttering your eyes shut as Home deepens the embrace that it has you in. You feel the tentacle spark back to life, rubbing between your asscheeks, lubing and preparing the area for its eventual entry into your body. Your union with the shell and the very being that you’re both in. Home pulls its tongue out of your throat, moving to lick at your neck.

“Little love,” Home’s voice reverberates in your head. Everywhere, yet nowhere all at once. Another part of Home that you don’t think that you could ever get used to. “Let me make love to you, please…wanna feel you around me again, you’re so good, please...” It pleads, staring at you unblinkingly.

“Yes! Yes, please Home, I need you-!” You exclaim eagerly, only to get cut off by Home rutting up right by your hole. You cry out, clutching its shoulders.

Aided by the slickness coating it, Home’s tentacle squirms its way into your hole inch by inch, the girth spreading your tight ring of muscle and making it burn pleasurably. It purposely eases itself in as to not hurt you and cause discomfort, and your mind is full of echoes of Home praising you for being so good for it.

“I’m going to start moving now, alright little love?” It whispers to you. You nod, kissing its neck.

It pulls out slowly but thrusts into your hole quicker than you were expecting. The two of you moan in unison. Home keeps a firm grip around your hips now as it thrusts up into your drooling, greedy hole. The ribbed texture of its tentacle rubs against your walls in just the right way, pressing right against that spongy area of flesh that made you weak. You do your best to meet Home’s desperate thrusts in the middle, desperate to get more of that friction and feeling of fullness from Home that you’ve been so desperately craving.

Home’s mouth unhinges slightly, and you almost miss them slithering from its mouth; a pair of strange looking tentacles, dark blue like veins, but with green tips that were coloured the same as the hypnotic bulbs that adorned Home’s chest. You pull back a little, curious about these new arrivals. Home’s grin widens, and the thin tentacles come up to your chest. The tips open like a flower bud, and they quickly suction onto your nipples, sucking and squeezing the sensitive flesh.

“Doesn’t that feel good, little love? I’ve been thinking how I can suck and kiss your flesh like you do with mine…and this is what I came up with.” Home breathes into your mind, and you nod breathlessly. You hope that Home can hear your thoughts, how crazy all these sensations are making you feel, how good it is for you, how much you love Home. It simply chuckles and carries on making love to you.

The tentacles on your nipples continue their devilish work as you start riding and grinding down on Home harder and more desperately, wanting your release to come and flood over your senses. Home picks up the pace, entering you with minimal resistance now, and removes a hand from your hips to start playing with your sex, urging you to release yourself on it.

“Home-!” You cry, hunching down and grinding yourself against it. You bite Home’s neck and scratch down its chest as you come undone around it, seeing stars as your hole rapidly flutters and twitches around the ever-quickening pace of Home’s tentacle, urging it on to release within you.

With a final thrust and growl, you feel the warmth of Home’s seed flood into you as your hole continues to milk the tentacle and coax seed from it. Your stomach starts to swell ever so slightly, adding a pleasurable pressure as you lay on top of Home’s body as it keeps its arms wrapped around you. The tentacles latched onto your nipples have slowed their pace down, but they continue to gently suck and knead at your sensitive buds.

“That…that was so good.” You gasp breathlessly, trying to shift a little so Home can spoon you again like you promised. Home stops you from moving, shaking its head.

“I’d like us to lay like this now, little love. Lay as one for a while. Be one with me?” its rasping voice asks you, echoing in your head.

Your hole is plugged up by its tentacle and it has a firm grip on you, not bothered at all by you putting all your weight onto its body. There’s no chance that you’ll be able to move from this position for a good while. Feeling drowsy and full of your lover’s spend, you nod with a smile, settling down to lay against its chest.

“That sounds wonderful…” you sigh, snuggling down as you let the soft light of Home’s bulbs lull you back into a comfortable slumber with your lover.

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home wip time???

home wip time.... >:)