primarina: (ososan)
i'll be happy as long as you're together with me. ([personal profile] primarina) wrote in [community profile] yanderebitchclub2018-10-01 09:07 am

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



It’s πŸ“† COCKtober πŸ†πŸŽƒ u know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 πŸ‘€πŸ‘…

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.
idolworship: dns. (pic#12104903)

[personal profile] idolworship 2019-05-04 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
( 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: baby we built this house (41)

[personal profile] faireleclown 2019-05-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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 β˜† And you might alarm our voyeurs as well...β™ͺ