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Thinking back to the captured Octotrio and the researcher S/O. What if their colleges needed to get sperm samples from the trio and called on S/O to do it.

Floyd is the most willing out of all three. He’s eager to please and loves being around you, so it’s no surprise when he flips over onto his back to present his slit to you. He lets you touch him to coax his cock out, and he makes all kinds of happy trills while you work your magic. He can be obedient the first time, if only because he’s curious and wants to know how this entire process works. But next time you come in to collect samples, he’ll be waiting to pull you into the water to join him in gathering the samples in a more,,,, intimate way. :)

Jade would let you do it in a heartbeat, but where’s the fun in that? He wants to tease you and make your job just slightly more difficult. He’s intentionally frustrating when he knocks over your tools or tries to splash you. Most of his teasing behavior is just his own unique flirting. He likes testing your patience. If you really want to take samples from him, you’ll have to do so the mer way. And that involves opening your mouth at him in reply and allowing him to stuff you full with as many “samples” as you want.

Azul is shy, so the entire process is very elaborate. You’ll wait until nightfall in hopes that he’ll come peeking out of his enclosure, lingering near the surface. He’s comfortable in the darkness, and even though he may be just a little startled at first upon seeing you far past your usual work hours he isn’t unhappy. Azul’s calm around you, always so careful, exceedingly cautious. Your colleagues note that he favors you the most. You try to gather your samples just as he’s on the cusp of his mating season so that his guard is significantly lowered and that he’s more receptive to you. He can be awfully stubborn sometimes… so perhaps he only allows it to lower because you’re around and he’s grown to trust you. You’re gentle with him, whispering soothing things while taking hold of his hectocotylus. You don’t think he can understand you, but he can parse the sweetness in your praise well enough.

Azul isn’t going to be satisfied with the bloodless onahole you’re using to work him to his end. >:( he wants to feel your body against his and hold you in his arms! You’re so unlike the mers in the sea, who would tear him to shreds and feast on him. You’re so fragile in his tentacles, looking so nervous when he explores every inch of you. He assures you it will be okay in soft clicks and chirps. You’ll get more than just the samples you were after. You’ll get an entire clutch. <3

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Each day I'm saying goodbye to an empty apartment hoping one day you'll be there to say it back.

Small comic? about Naoya's daily life.

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i drew this ages ago but you go sweetie ❤️

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Stray cat breaks into Lynx’s enclosure at zoo

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My girlie pop slays as she always does.

NSFW WARNING — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Will contain some NSFW. But mostly fluff.

“You're so pretty, Chrome.”

Through fluttering lashes, you looked up to find calm cerulean eyes already on you. With a quiet laugh, Chrome closes his eyes.

Warm fingers find themselves on your bare skin, on the side of your hips, slowly pulling your shirt up. You gasp at the sensation, a slow drag of Chrome's hips on yours.

“Not as pretty as you.”

On a quiet morning, before responsibilities would call you, you were long preoccupied underneath the comforts of your blanket. Weary legs tangled with another, tired hands curled on his chest, your heavy weight on top of Chrome—what a good morning, you thought.

Watching as dust settles on his eyelashes, the artificial light of Babylonia's sun on his eyes, your heart leaps at the beauty in front of you. As you intently watched his face, for a moment, you felt Chrome's cock throb inside of you, making you quietly moan. In the quiet atmosphere, Chrome wraps his arms around you. Without a warning, he effortlessly holds you as he puts you on top.

It took a while, albeit both of your sleepy states, until he finds you right on top of him. Perfectly contented with your current position, you exhale—settling your head on the crook of his neck.

“Mm...” Chrome mutters, lips finding the shell of your ear, “Good morning, Commandant.”

You giggle as he lightly blows on your ear. “Good morning, Chrome.”

“How are you this fine morning?”

His hand lightly brushes the side of your face, before placing it on your hair. Tangling a few strands in between the gaps of his fingers, massaging your scalp, running through until your hair spills on your back. You've liked it this way; gentle hands caressing you, gentle hands comfortably touching you.

“My sleep was great. However, as soon as I woke up, someone was quite needy today,” you hum, “So I couldn't leave him hanging.”

His chest rumbles with a low chuckle, your pussy fluttering around the cock that was buried inside of you. Although he hasn't moved, he fits you perfectly, snugly wrapped in your warm and leaky cunt. Chrome groans, before his free hand drags along the curve of your back.

“Really, must have been disturbing your free time, then?”

“Never,” you assure, “He never disturbs me.”

Such morning routines still remain the same, yet it still takes your breath away. You rise from your position, cerulean eyes watching you, before propping your hand on his chest, leaning onto him.

“So, Chrome, what are your plans today?”

Chrome thinks. And while he does, you watch him. Messy blonde bed hair, calculative cerulean irises that shone brighter than ever. Soft skin that feels so warm on your palm—Chrome has always been so perfect.

“I don't know yet. But I think you have plans already.”

“Really? Why do you think so?”

He lightly flicks your nose. “You're studying me.”

“Can I not study my handsome husband?”

He throbs. You moan softly. With a laugh, Chrome leans closer to you. “Using that word on me already, [Y/N]?”

It's not official — but sometimes, you like to imagine. “Well...I like the way it curls on my tongue.”

You point to your open mouth, muttering, “Hus. Band.”

“Does marriage cross your mind now, hm?”

You pause. Marriage, a union. Husband and wife. Such words are not foreign to you and Chrome, as you've already discussed those ideas. However, with the state of the world, you wonder if it was still valid for a union while everything else is falling apart.

“It does.” You said, “It has been a while now.”

You expected a laugh. But instead, he brings your hand to his mouth. Quietly, watching as he lightly kisses your thumb, your index, middle, and pinky fingers. Chrome doesn't break eye contact, lips pressed on the pad of your ring finger, on the tip of it, all the way down to the base.

You swallow. Two quiet breaths mingling in a bedroom. But it feels full somehow, a small smile on your lover's lips.

“Would you like to get married, my [Y/N]?”

Only a fool would decline such a proposal.

“I want to.” You grin, “I want to get married to you, Chrome.”

Chrome doesn't hesitate. Closing the gap in between the both of you, he kisses you like he's been depraved of water. Breathing through his nose, kissing you, hands holding you tightly.

And Chrome loves you. Loves you enough to pull away and let you breathe, loves you enough as your breathing mingles with his, and enough to make him crumble—

“My [Y/N],” he laughs, “You should have told me earlier.”

You giggle as you feel his hands slither back to your hips. “Only if you let me move now.”

But like the gentleman he is, he thrusts into you, grinning as he watches your expression.

“Let me take care of you instead, [Y/N].”

You could only hold onto him as Chrome starts to move, the slow drag of his cock along your quivering walls. In this position, you could feel him even deeper, toes curling as the tip constantly hits your sweet spot.

Chrome captures your lips as he ruts into you, your muffled moans and his audible groans. His hands tightly grasp your hips, the telltale of your orgasm impending.

“I love you,” he quietly whispers in your ear, in between battered breaths.

And you do. Holding onto his cheeks, “I love you, too, Chrome—”

His warmth, the fullness of him inside of you, and Chrome alone made you fall apart. Following you closely, ropes of cum painted your walls full. So much for a sensitive morning.

But still Chrome cradles you in his palm, nose rubbing yours. “Well...good morning again, Commandant.”

In the afterglow of the Babylonian sun, you smile at Chrome, “Good morning, Chrome.”

Somewhere in the room, a shiny piece of diamond glints prettily, hidden in a small box. Maybe at the right time.

A.N. - HI IM ALIVE YES

Been SUPER busy with school and real life responsibilities HUEHEUE

might be posting again soon aaaaa see u!!

— starry

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Delusions (Yandere Simon x GN Reader)

Warnings: smut, worship of the readers body and reader in general, creampie, GN reader, short

A/N: Just a drabble because I was thinking of Simon as one does late night. I'm also waiting for server reset in PGR so I can decide if I wanna pull on the light trails banner or not.

Apologies for any grammar/spelling issues and what not, it's almost 2AM for me

Your soft pants filled his bedroom, your chest rising and falling with each breath, his arms holding your hips flush to his.

Nothing could compare to this moment. You were absolutely divine, a gift from the gods, a blessing to humanity bestowed by the stars, and you, despite being so far beyond him that he could only watch your star trail in awe, you chose him. You chose him over the numerous, beautiful and heroic constructs and humans who stood by your side.

It made him shudder, his eyes almost rolling at the thought. How could anyone not desire you? Who wouldn't lust after such an incredible hero? Just look at yourself. The way you move your body underneath him, the stretch marks along your thighs, your swollen lips parted in ecstasy, your glossy eyes, your mesmerizing voice as you moan so sweetly for him.

He couldn't help but kiss every inch of you he could, studying you like a piece of art. He kissed each scar he could see, admiring them. Perhaps others might find your scars to be blemishes that needed to be hidden, or fixed, but to him they were breathtaking. Not necessarily because he thought the scars were beautiful, but because they gave him insights into you and your story. You don't talk much about your past, not that there was reason to, but still, he longed to know you more intimately than you knew yourself. If only you'd open yourself to him, if only he could climb to your stardom and share the burden with you.

Perhaps if he lulled you to orgasm enough times you would be relaxed enough to let him know you more. He kissed your neck and whispered his admiration of you into your skin as he gently fucked you, holding you closely to him, becoming so engrossed your moans and cries that he nearly forgets his own pleasure.

He could stay like this forever, listening to you whisper his name as you grind against him. He holds your face gently, drinking in your expressions. Each cry you make resonating in his heart and rippling through his mind, overshadowing every other thought and sensation until only you existed.

He would never stop chasing after you, never stop longing for your attention and recognition, he would never stop desiring a level of intimacy that would only belong to you two. He needed your acknowledgement of his efforts and devotion, he needed to hear you say you loved him just as much as he loved you, maybe even more. He needed you to love him back, he needed your attention, he needed you to look at him as something more than a friend. His desires driving him to push in and out of you faster and faster until you writhed and trembled, until his hips stuttered and the tight cord drawn in his stomach snapped as he babbled your name like it was his salvation.

As his hips slow down, you wrap your arms around him and bestow him a kiss filled with so much love he feels himself melt into your body like it was made to hold him.

"Simon..." You whisper breathlessly and his breath is caught in his throat. Your hand cups his cheek and leans into it, kissing down along your wrist reverently.

You watch him lovingly, letting him worship you. Your eyes meet and his heart soars, you look so bewitching like this the sight burns itself into his brain. Slowly, your lips part and he desperately waits for what you're about to say, hoping that you'll tell him those three words he longs to hear. He watches every slight movement you make, enraptured as he watches you swallow, debating whether you should say what's on your mind or not and he gives your hand a slight squeeze of encouragement.

That seems to give you the push you need as you focus on him again and his heart pounds in his chest as he leans in closer to you, needing to hear every word you're about to say.

"Simon, I-"

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He wakes up, his hair sticking to his skin and the sheets unbearably hot. Simon stares at the ceiling, seeing nothing but blurry shapes as he contemplates what just happened. Humiliation crushes his chest as the stickiness in his hand makes him realize that it was just an intense fantasy and nothing more. He feels like a teenager helplessly pining after a crush and it almost makes him cry.

It was foolish for him to ever think that you could be his, that you'd ever spare him more than a cursory glance and a few words. You may have never said it out loud, but he knows he's beneath you. Someone your caliber would never look his way, but he can't help but keep chasing after that hope, after that dream that one day, one day you might look at him with something more than friendly comradery.

...He should stop entertaining such ridiculous and inappropriate thoughts about you and wash his hands, probably change his sheets too. If you saw him like this, you would be appalled. Shocked that a fellow soldier could be so...so unprofessional. He's already embarrassed himself a few times in front of you, he needs to be better. He needs to improve.

You'll never give him the attention he desires, so he must do what he can to earn it and treat what little you give him with the utmost care and respect.

He needs you, he needs your love and acknowledgement and he'll do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means sacrificing everything he has.

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Petition to give Goatman back his bridge

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Bunny Darling likes to do something special for their moderators on their big day as thanks for all their help. If they're within a close enough distance Darling will bake them something to mail over along with a private video call to wish them the best.

When it's Jasper's turn-

Bunny Darling: Happy birthday, Jay! So, is there anything that you want from me to make your day all the more better?

The messages Jasper doesn't send.

"You. In my bed. Wearing nothing but that apron."

" "Cuddles".... heheh"

"I want to stuff my eggs so deep in your.... My tongue up your.....gods, do you even know what you do to me? I want to fight the urge to lick my computer screen everytime you bend over. PLEASE, JUST ME BREED YOU ALREADY."

"Your kisses. Your love. Your body. Your stare. Your touch. Your everything. Your-"

The message they do send-

"Red velvet is my favorite, but I'm not picky :)"

(Creepy Snake Hybrid my love. My gross bastard.)

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Injured Yan, holding their new arm to their face: Ah~ I can't believe my love sacrificed a part of themselves for me like this! I'm truly blessed~

Healer Reader, bandaging the stump where their arm once was: It'll grow back in a couple hours. Try not to get yourself hurt again before then - I can still feel everything that happens to that one til I get mine back.

Injured Yan: Oh... Is that so?

Healer Reader: Yeah, but before you know it you'll have your regular arm back. You should try moving it around to make sure everything is in working order.

Injured Yan: If you say so~

[Yan quickly runs off to the bathroom. Healer Reader sits alone in their office - horror dawning on their face as they look at their missing arm. They walk to the bathroom door, jostling the handle as quiet moans can be heard on the other side.]

Healer Reader: Unlock the door. Unlock this damn door right now-

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Has no one talked about how Chrome's hands are fucking HUGE. Man's got some serious grippers going on.

Imagine you're just going about your business on Babylonia and suddenly you feel something grab your arm and you look over to see a huge gloved hand dragging you into an empty meeting room. You might think you're about to be kidnapped by some asshole, but no, it's just Chrome in his Arclight frame. He really missed you and is totally not mad you haven't responded to his messages yet, quit giving him that look and he just wanted to check up on you! Why the empty meeting room and not in the hallway? It's just more comfortable this way, now you both can talk freely! Why do his hands keep wandering and digging into your skin? Just an accident! He forgot himself for a moment he'll keep doing it, don't worry about it!

By the time you can leave the meeting room, you can still feel his gloves over your skin despite there being no marks. Of course, you won't notice the little bruises he left until you change. He swears it was an accident though and promises to never ever do it again, he was just checking you for injuries is all! It's really your own fault for getting hurt all the time and making him paranoid <3

I'm saving the size kink for something else, I just wanted to draw attention to his gargantuan hands. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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Yes agree

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My boy, simon.

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Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

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Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

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Lee making a few "adjustments" to your vibrator/fleshlight so he always knows when you're using it.

It's also got a few extra modes you didn't notice before and seems oddly receptive to you. I'm sure it's just your imagination though.

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cold

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"girlfriend" (more ab rielle here)

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(1/?) messy eater