1 | i don't fuck WITH monsters i just fuck 'em

[primarina]

It’s 📆 COCKtober 🍆🎃 u know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅

y'all know what to do, just post a toplevel, be as detailed with your monster descriptions as you like and tag around.

we all boning monsters here anyway so no shaming, ofc. go make some money and worry about yourself.

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[idolworship]

( wanted him back ... ugh, it really is hard to stay angry with him, given it really is entirely like s dream for anyone to tell him this, never mind the star of this facility, or one of the very top ones. )

Mmm... Well, if you wanted my opinion, I think ...

( ... he brings up the tentacle wound around his fingers and kisses it lightly-- nowhere near the tip, because he knows if any of them get into him he'll not want to resist it. )

... I like you just the way you are... ♪ You're an endless sort of fun, I think, despite your habits. It was so dull when they took me away.

( "dull" is not the word he would really use, but, sure, a portion of it was. he missed wataru more than he would admit, but he doesn't surprise himself; wataru's the only feasible playmate he has, and... he's charming, and wonderful, even in the brief time they knew each other. )

Are the trees and the cave, too, the perks of being favored? ( offerings like him in a sense. he tilts his head, rubbery side of the tentacle brushing his cheek. ) Is the cave for sleeping in? You were in it when I returned.

[faireleclown]

The cave is for you! The trees [ he says the word like he isn't used to it, and he isn't; is that what they're called? how curious, he can see it ] are for you too, I think.

[ it's not like he has any inclination to climbing, after all. wataru, encouraged by eichi's softness, his fond words, lets himself move closer, until he's settled in front of him properly, his tentacles spread around them both. ]

The cave is for... [ he pauses, peering down, and settles his hands on eichi's chemise, and corrects himself slightly: ] Us! There's water inside, but it's dry and cool and private. There are shelves and shells and trinkets! And string. ♪

[ he rubs the fabric between his fingers, and, ] Can I see? ♪ Eichi, can I see?

[idolworship]

String? That's terribly specific.

( little does he know,

he can't say he's honestly alarmed wataru moves closer, given this intimacy is something he missed--fantasized about--while away. he hesitates, still, memories of being bitten still fresh, and...

still lightly places one hand on wataru's shoulder, fingers lightly tangling with his hair. ah, he's hopeless. )

Mm, I don't mind. So you know what you've done, don't you?

( a guess, since he doesn't think his stomach is that fascinating unless you're expecting something fascinating about it.

his stomach, once uncovered, seems the equivalent of a human's second or so month, venturing into the third, with a noticeable curve. it has slight give like the rest of him, but noticeably much less, his stomach being a little more protected. )

Do you do this with everyone you play with? You have to know I was an emotion transcending surprise when I was told.

[faireleclown]

[ wataru hums softly, setting a hand on it... how strange... ]

No one I play with lives to that part. [ it's said idly, much more occupied with the sight of his pregnancy. he rubs it gently, noticing the lessened give, especially as he moves his hand up past it to eichi's chest. definitely less... is this how angels protected their children? hmm, hmmm....?

...? is there a reason for that? he had the string specifically installed... well, maybe it's only like one of those bubble chests... ] So it was my first time too! I wonder if they'll look more like me or you... Will they need the water? Hmmm, hmmm, I wonder... ♪

[idolworship]

( hmmm, ominous, but having nearly died he can see why, )

I would have preferred you say it was because I was particularly interesting.

( that he did this, he means. granted, he's not terribly offended-- most things here operate on instinct; even eichi himself, though he makes a good show of not seeming like it. )

I can't really be sure, though-- my kind's never been bred; we're too unstable, generally, to bear anything. Whether through miracle or sheer determination, yours managed to take hold.

( the children, though ... he hadn't thought about what they'd be like, only that he'd have to bear them, or it, or whatever. his hand looses from wataru's hair, where he comes to rest it gently on his stomach-- not really voicing any complaint as to how or where wataru chooses to touch him at the moment. )

... It'd be better if they took after you, I think. I'd hate for them to be the kind to melt so easily, like angels. ( mmm... his stomach, too, feels particularly warm, which he finds more a bother than anything else - it leaves the rest of him feeling much colder. ) Perhaps a little like you, but malleable like me ... Then none of the scientists will be able to trap them, I think. Ah, perhaps they'll even escape...

( doubtful, but an interesting thought. a moment, considering... what they'll be like, huh... )

... Well, if we keep them fed and cared for, they'll likely end up well. ( probably. ) And when it'll be a surprise, whatever we end up with... ♪

[faireleclown]

[ he shoved it in there far enough it better have stuck—

he feels special though, tentacles flaring with a shade warmer than his usual before it settles again. wataru's much more careful with eichi now, compared to before; his hands trail up, gentle against his cheek and carding through his hair. ]

Mmm, they'll stay with us. ♪ [ evidently, wataru's inclined to believing that eichi is, genuinely, going to be in here with him until he's come to term, and even after that. he lets his arms fall loose around eichi's waist after a moment, a casual hold.

a bit protective, though, with the rest of his tentacles slipping further around him to pull him closer. ] I wonder what "escape" means for us...☆ Out of our areas, or out into the world? What is "the world"? Ah, how exciting, my heart is pounding, I love it! Let's escape, Eichi! To this "world" place!

[ ........... ]

After you're done. [ kind of, like, an addendum, a tentacle patting his belly gently. ]

[idolworship]

( oh, the color is a fascinating reaction, but even nicer is the way wataru touches him with such care, surrounds him like a treasure. he'd been resentful when wataru had bit into him suddenly, but he's also equally seduced by gestures of attention and affection-- that wataru is just so fascinating, bright as though a sun, really only further persuaded him. despite his airs, he's a simple creature at heart.

he takes comfort against wataru, slipping his arms over wataru's shoulders, around his neck. he grins, delighted largely by wataru's excitement, and the prospect, too, of escape-- ah! it would be a lie to say he'd never considered it, but after a certain point it'd become apparent it was outside his means, and the scientists had taken certain precautions ... but the way wataru says it, it all seems so terribly fresh, so terribly easy to do. )

I'd like that ♪ ( he says this with a laugh, letting himself be briefly spirited away by such prospects of grandeur ) I'd like to see it-- the world beyond these walls ... I'd love to see somewhere wondrously new with you ♪ Once I'm done, of course.

( jokingly returning the addendum to wataru,

but that wataru would like to see it with him... mmm... his cheeks pink, and he buries his head against wataru's shoulder,

gently turning his mouth near wataru's ear, his voice a terribly soft murmur, )

Escaping might be nice, though, if you really mean it. I wonder how much longer they plan to keep me once the children are born.

( he doesn't know how well he can survive outside, but it'd be better to try than lie down and die. he can't manage anything on his own, but maybe, with wataru... )

[faireleclown]

[ mmm? mmmmmmmmmm? wataru tilts his head slightly, then turns his face to eichi's, not minding the closeness. ]

Why wouldn't they keep you forever? [ ? ] You've already surpassed the rest of your kind, haven't you!

[ never mind the effects of that on eichi, or the effects of getting to this point, or how costly it must be, or

wataru has a very limited amount of things he minds, really. ]

I won't let them throw you away. [ huffy. ] You're my playmate.

[ said distinctly in the tone a child uses for something that's Their Toy. ]

[idolworship]

( ah, the privilege of the blessed, to not have to care about the basic tenants of living.

he notes the tone, but he doesn't have quarrel with it if it means wataru is taken with him enough to be of use in the future; self-preservation, too, is the instinct of angels, or perhaps faulty ones.

but he does genuinely like this, does like wataru. it's warmer against him, too, even if wataru is inclined to be cold from the water. )

Then we're of the same mind; I'd hate to be apart from you, either. Before you, things were so terribly dull... was on the verge of dying from boredom.

( ... well, they had time before they had to put into action plans of escape or children, had time before they would find whether or not they could watch over a child together. it'd be wonderful if it could be true. )

Mm, but enough of that. I'd like to see your cave ... you said it had shells and shelves? I'd love to see it.

[faireleclown]

[ wataru's tentacles shiver happily and he gently picks eichi up with a few of them, the appendages wrapping familiarly around him; he slowly shuffles back over to the cave, humming gently, and sets eichi down inside once they're there.

it's fairly spacious, with shelves carved out of the walls—the trinkets wataru spoke of are there, along with littered with some kind of purpose across the floor, a dark stone thinly covered with sand. it's more stone than sand closer to the clear pool of water near the back, where wataru immediately submerges himself; he surfaces again after a moment, arms folded on the stone, cheek resting on them. long thin strings similar to fishing lines hang from the ceiling closer to the back—some have more trinkets tied to them, but others are empty. maybe for eichi to hang things on himself.

the turtle (kappa) shell wataru mentioned before is closer to the entrance, resting against the wall. ]

What do you think? Our home. ♪

[idolworship]

( though startling at first in a way that makes his wings flap and his halo whirr, he finds this mode of transportation almost a little fun where it isn't unfortunately somewhat erotic. when he's set down it's both a little soon and not soon enough, and he shifts on his legs a little as he looks around. embarrassing as it was to admit, he'd requested undergarments himself, having been troubled by the way his body seemed to react when he remembered ... things, as he had been, and more so since meeting with wataru again.

he tries to take his mind from it by inspecting the cave. it's a little cold and dark for his tastes, but there is value in the fact that wataru supposedly arranged all this for eichi, and so he regards it with fondness. he's turning over trinkets on the floor and shelves when wataru returns, eichi's cheeks a little pinked but his gaze also quite delighted as he inspects these gifts from other biomes, places he's never been. )

It's lovely. ( he says this finally, deciding, at least, that enough of the warmer air outside made it in for it to be acceptable. mm, he normally ignored the temperature if it weren't low enough to make him sick or unstable, but, for whatever reason ... ) It's a little chilly, I think, but I like it. Very cozy ♪ Where did you get these?

( he holds up something from the shelf, probably collected from another biome, but referring more generally to everything here. his halo turns slowly, curious. )

Do you need more? Some of the decorations seem empty, too.

( the string, he means. )

[faireleclown]

Oh, no, those are for the children! [ to play with? ] To hang them up ♪ [ oh,

it's easy for him to say, especially as he relaxes further into the water. much needed, much needed... ]

And I got everything from everywhere... When they'd attempt to force me to interact with others in other areas and such. I requested a few things as well ♪ The sparkly ones.

[idolworship]

( oh to play w-- to what

he puts a hand on his stomach lightly... )

Why should we hang up the children? They'll only fall.

( and he can't say he approves of any ideas related to clipping or stringing the children up there somehow, either.

somewhat unsure about the string now, he sets the trinket down in favor for another one, pulling back closer to sit near the water's edge. as he comes, he drags sand over with his wings as they scrape along the floor. he's mostly gathering it around himself rather than letting it get into the water. hm, even if it's a little cooler in here, he does like that it's so private and enclosed. )

I am jealous, though. So they sent you off the play with others in my absence?

( he pulls his knees up, but, finding that doesn't work as comfortably as usual, he settles for sitting on his legs again, one hand idling on his stomach and the other turning over some shiny thing in his fingers.

anyway, he'd remarked that a little because he really was somewhat jealous wataru got to romp around while eichi had a brief taste of hell as they figured out regeneration, but also... )

Did you play with them, then? ... The way we played.

[faireleclown]

[ why wouldn't you hang up children??? wataru only feels it's natural to. is there something in angels that say you don't? what a queer marriage this is... ]

No. [ not at all. he reaches out and lays his hand over eichi's, loosely curled ] None of them were you.

[ perhaps too simple an answer, given it isn't as if they've known each other long, and wataru sees eichi as his almost like a child does, but. an answer. ]

[idolworship]

( don't judge love at first sight. or first impregnation. anyway, it seems to have enough effect on eichi, and his expression softens. )

... Good. ( he turns his hand under wataru's, loosely lacing their fingers. ) I would have done the same for you.

( the veracity of his statement, as the scientists might say, has yet to be tested in truth, but since meeting wataru he's been so terribly occupied with thoughts of him it's hard to picture it being any different.

his gaze falls away; not really embarrassment, since it wasn't as if he was raised with that, but... )

... And, besides... I wouldn't mind playing again, if you'd like.

( despite all the fuss he'd made earlier about getting bit, )

[faireleclown]

[ despite all the fuss, hmm? wataru watches him, rubbing the side of his hand gently with his thumb, and sits up a bit better. ]

Would you like to christen our cove then? ♪

[idolworship]

Mmmm . . .

( eichi should, and he knows it, say something about limits. he should at least say something to ensure wataru doesn't get teethy a second time, or press something inside him again, or . . .

he really should, but it's kind of dull to sit someone down and try to explain the things you do and don't really like, in particular when you don't entirely dislike the things you say you don't like, and he's kind of felt warm and dripping between his legs since wataru carried him here, and he kind of really wants to do everything again, and, despite the stomach now, he really in particular liked the thing where wataru reached really deep inside him, so, he really can't be blamed for just

he tugs wataru's hand up, wetting his lips around the bone at the corner of his wrist. he guesses he can at least understand wataru's desire to bite, because eichi feels a little bit of that too, though, he thinks, for maybe different reasons. )

. . . I'd like that ♪ ( he drags his lips along wataru's palm, letting his tongue drag along the fingers, a faint press of teeth to skin, ) Besides, mm, if you're so intent on children ( plural, ) . . . They said they don't know how many took to me, so... There's no harm being a little more certain, is there?

( being horny definitely clouds his judgment, but also, his stomach has been kind of annoying, and he's felt a little unwell (though that could easily be a side effect of the reconstruction they had to do to him), but this isn't ... the worst, if this is what having children is, petty as he'd felt about how their first encounter ended.

and, if anything, he'd quite liked the way wataru seemed to have fussed over this and that for him— grown so fond if only because of that first encounter. eichi isn't so privileged that he can choose how he's valued; if this is what it takes for wataru to like him, he supposes he doesn't mind. )

[faireleclown]

[ mmm, certainly there isn't any harm in that at all, and wataru reaches his other hand up to caress eichi's cheek, then lays it on the back of his neck to pull him closer. ]

I'll be gentle...♪ It'd be a crime to hurt any of them. [ whether or not he can actually stick to his words remains to be seen, though; his tentacles pulling themselves onto land aren't terribly gentle pushing at eichi's legs to get between his thigh and calf, to better wrap around them. ] Join me in the water ♪ I won't let you drown! I just don't want to dry out.

[idolworship]

( given the coolness of the cave seems to come largely from the water, eichi can presume easily that the water is likely colder than he has taste for at the moment, and he has a sense he shouldn't stay for very long. really, that along with the forceful grip of the tentacles around his legs should be a little more foreboding, too, but it only causes a shiver to run up his spine, his mind at odds with his beating heart. well ... )

You don't need to pull me in; I'll come myself. ( who's to say wataru wouldn't drown him on accident? regardless, ) I've never been in water before, either. I'll confess, I'm a little bit curious to know what it's like... ♪

( ... so that's what it comes down to: desire and curiosity exceeding an interest in health. leaving behind the fine sand mound he'd made for himself for warmth, he pushes himself closer to the water— closer to wataru, his breath warming wataru's lips, arms slipping around wataru's neck. certainly, this had to be some sort of repeated dream, to be so close again to wataru ... regardless of what cowl of a nightmare it might be inclined to take. )

... Mm, I'll entrust myself to you, then, Wa~ta~ru ♪

( he says his name like a song, catching pleasant in the ear. )

[faireleclown]

[ wataru shivers at the way eichi sings his name; he carefully guides him in regardless, the water indeed cooler than the habitat outside, but not as cold as he might expect it to be—octopus tend to be fonder of warmer waters after all, though wataru prefers something less caribbean himself. he's at least honest in not letting him drown—he moves closer to a wall to lean against it, easier for eichi to perch himself on top of him. easier for his tentacles to hungrily slide up his legs, thighs, submerged in water and not as slow as they'd been on land.

wataru kisses him then, slow, easy, pulling away a moment later; not too far, pulse humming. ]

Comfortable?

[idolworship]

( oh, a pleasant surprise. it's not as warm as he prefers, but it's tolerable enough-- more so when wataru's tentacles shoot around him as if to consume him. he finds he doesn't dislike this position, strange as it feels to be somewhat buoyant; he likes this, looking down upon wataru, being slightly above.

he likes the kiss even more, though, and it gives him pause; then, without answering, he leans in to kiss wataru himself, running his tongue along wataru's lips in something like excitement, otherwise eager and lingering. behind him, his halo whirrs in slow fascination, eichi settling - as much as he can, given the tentacles - into something like a straddle.

it's only when he pulls away, no further than wataru has pulled before, that he answers, his cheeks pinked. )

Mmm ♪ It's perfect; I'm fond... ♪ ( it's not perfect, but a bit of happiness and excitement is a great way to numb awareness. ) You keep showing me things I've never done before; its wonderful ♪

[faireleclown]

You sound so lovely, [ he murmurs, a hand keeping him steady while the other moves beneath his chemise, wasting no time in slipping into his underwear to stroke him. ] When you sing like that...♪ Will you sing more for me? Ei~chi.

[ a song of his own, low and heated, kissing him again; an appendage wriggles between them to join wataru's hand, albeit to the hole it'd been delighted to be in before, ghosting featherlight over his clit in a tease instead of actually touching him properly. ]

[idolworship]

( what persuades him most of all is the way wataru sings his name in return— he kisses back with warmer breaths, between each kiss notes that weave into a shuddering song, in the same angelic language he'd used before he'd known wataru was listening their first meeting.

he'd been half-hard already by the time wataru's started stroking him, and he presses into wataru's hand a little desperately— more desperately against the tentacle, as if to grind down against it, his song twisting into the melody of a whine (and somewhere in there seems to be wataru's name), fingers digging into wataru's skin; not to harm him, but it doesn't seem he takes to teasing well - or he takes to it too well - wanting so badly his pleasure now. )

[faireleclown]

[ that eagerness is exciting, wonderful, encouraging; better than the colder reception he'd seen, with eichi in a tree too far for him to reach without slinging a tentacle up with all his might. wataru rubs his thumb over the tip of him, humming happily but otherwise his pace is slow.

forcibly, if how his tentacles contract around eichi's legs and tremble against him, wanting to go sooner like before but hardly, hardly allowed to. he plays with him more, another wriggling its way to join the party but still, still, only teasing, sliding between his folds but not going in properly. wetting itself first the smooth topside and then the suckered side, no doubt a strange sensation to have rub nearly there but not quite. ]

[idolworship]

( it feels weird but not in such a terrible way, it beginning to drive him a little wild to feel at the same time the sharp pleasure from how wataru teases his tip, and wataru sliding between his lips but refusing to go in, each twisting of the twisting of the suckered side against his tender skin a sharp spike in sensation. )

Are you— Are you toying with me? ( he says as he breaks again from the kiss, his words slurring together in the scrapped rhythm of a song. ) Wa~ta~ru . . .

( a plea, withdrawing a hand to reach between his legs, pressing the tentacle there deeper along its side, a shiver running down his spine when the suckered side brushes against his clit— but he doesn't push it in, despite his desperation, finding more value in wataru being the one to do it. )

M-mm... While I was gone— when I was whole, I thought about this— and I thought about you, even more than I had before, and— ah...

( while those thoughts were mixed, there's no need for specificity right now, exactly; there's no denying a lot of those thoughts were a little like this in nature.)