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]

( he's limp as wataru drags him upward, not yet unconscious but nearing it— though it's a little difficult dragging him up to the surface, with his wings heavy through the water.

when he does make it, though, he sputters and coughs violently, water spilling out from him— and though it seems only a trick of light at first given eichi's throat is clogged, after every cough there comes a choppy inhale, and with every inhale there's the faintest flicker in his chest. it's only when he seems to be breathing proper again, even if he isn't breathing well that there seems to be a sharp warmth in his chest, and a sudden lit flame— noticeably weak, however; much weaker than it had in the moments before it'd gone out underwater. )

—Am— Am I—?

( he doesn't know what he meant to say when he came to, but it definitely wasn't that. just. he was taken off-guard, he didn't expect praise after nearly— dying??? something?? god. he coughs again, the sharper shapes of wataru's face coming into view. bubbling, huh... )

... Mmmm... But still... If you put out my light, I don't know if I can recover from that...

( he's too tired to be upset, given everything. eichi fwumps against wataru, clinging to him tightly. affectionate, or—? )

... Wataruuu... I'm cold. Warm me up.

( sincerely said. he knows he needed to be cooled down, but the flame in his chest still seems weak, and his stomach, previously a warmer part of him, seems just as cool. granted, the rest of eichi, besides those two spots, is entirely cold— about what you'd expect from someone just dragged to the bottom of a saltwater tank. )

[faireleclown]

[ ah, how interesting, how lovely; wataru lifts his hand from it briefly, meaning to cup the area, but then eichi fwumps against him and he wraps an arm around him instead. oh, this is much different than just moments before - perhaps he cooled him too much? hmm, if he should cool him further, would he die.........?

wataru drags them both out of the water, humming something he'd heard from one of the intern's little music devices. a good question, but not one he'd liked answered so immediately, and he rolls eichi onto the sand. ah, outside would be best, right..? but then the scientists might see and take him away... hm, hmmm... ]

...How should I do that, Eichi? Tell Papa quickly.

[idolworship]

( how...? quickly??? fortunately for wataru, dragging eichi to the sand, deadweight as eichi seems to be at the moment, does jog his thoughts a little bit. the sand is warm, even if he doesn't like how it sticks to his skin, and he likes the sound of wataru's hum. mmm... )

... Take me where it's warm... Hold me.

( he says this after a moment, drawn to the heat beneath wataru's skin, buried beneath layers of water soaked into it— the heat that comes from blood pumping in your veins and muscles shifting subtly. it's not enough, though, and he tries to gather his thoughts a little more. wataru had warmth; it was just the waterlogged skin that was the trouble. mmm...

he reaches for wataru's hand, and drags it to his mouth— letting the blunt of his teeth drag lightly along his palm, to better express what he means. )

... And then... Lend me your shoulder, if you can.

( he isn't thinking about whether wataru regenerates like him; he just recalls the warmth in wataru as eichi fed from him, and how it sat comfortable in his stomach.

eichi's shoulder, also, seems nearly recovered, though it's a little thin and ill-shapen still, like a hollow wax sculpture; it seems he'll still need a short while still to reccover. )

[faireleclown]

[ how painful; he'd forgotten it in their tumble, briefly, with his injured tentacle curled tightly up beneath him. it twitches in reminder though, and wataru hesitates, presses a hand to his shoulder and trails his fingers across it.

tentacles grow back. he knows this, but he doesn't know if anything else does

but eichi is... dying? perhaps? and that's bad - rather, if he isn't returned to warmth soon, how long will it be until he's able to see him again? hm- hm-

wataru gently pulls him back into his arms and shuffles his way out of the cave, peering out to stare at the container walls reproachfully before he makes his way out of the cool, homey structure and into the warmer, if less genuine, light. there he curls around eichi - he moves back the long strands of light blue hair plastered to his shoulder and neck, giving him better access. ]

Don't feed too quickly, Mama. You'll give yourself a tummy ache ☆ And you might alarm our voyeurs as well...♪