#moth boyfriend

[badbreadpuns]

Soft Wings (4/4)

Characters: m!moth x f!reader Content: being caught masturbating, cunnilingus, breeding, gentle dom Rating: Lemon Word count: ~1,800 words

You stir under cozy blankets. With a few sleepy blinks and a groan, you take in the sight of your bedroom.

Wait… You didn’t fall asleep here. Did Saturn move you?

Your cheeks warm as you think of the handsome fluff ball. You can’t get over how kind he is to you. But of course he is, it’s his job. These feelings for him are silly. He doesn’t feel the same about you… Does he?

Imaginary arms wrap around you, drawing you close. A hand pets your hair, while another rubs your back. You breathe in his scent with a happy sigh, soft and comforting. This is nice.

Heat pools under your panties. Oh no… No, you shouldn’t be having those sorts of thoughts about him. He’s attractive, obviously, but he’s your friend. Admitting you want to be more would only ruin your relationship.

And yet, the reverie of him moaning in your ear with his deliciously deep voice, warm body wrapped around yours, stirs something within you. Your hand dips into your panties, circling your clit.

Warmth washes over you as you fantasize, soft moans escaping your lips. “Saturn…” You make sure to keep quiet, so he doesn’t hear you. It would be awkward if he-

“Everything alright?”

Shit.

“Y-yes!” Your hand jerks out of your panties. “I’m fine.”

He pauses, lingering in front of the door. “May I come in?”

You gulp. “O-of course.”

Saturn opens the door, shutting it carefully. “Sorry.” He chuckles, giving you a sheepish grin. “I could smell something in here.”

Shiiit.

“Oh, it’s…” Your mind scrambles for an excuse. “I have potpourri on my desk, maybe that’s the smell?”

His lips curl into a small frown. “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

Sweat sticks to the back of your neck. Lying to Saturn makes you feel slimy.

“It smelled…” A blush crosses his cheeks, his gaze avoiding yours. “It smelled like arousal.”

Welp.

“Oh, uh…”

“You can be honest with me.”

An uncomfortable pause hangs in the air.

“Y-yes, it’s me.” You’re hot like concrete under the summer sun, your eyes squeezed shut. You could die on the spot.

Saturn strides across the room, sitting on the end of your bed. He leans in, placing an upper hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you. I don’t want you to hide parts of yourself from me.”

Your eyes open, looking worriedly into his. “So you’re okay with…”

He smiles softly. “I had a feeling.”

“I, uh…” You give an embarrassed giggle. “I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

He chuckles. “It’s not awkward at all.” Another hand pets your head, and you lean into his gentle touch. “I was hoping you’d like me too, cutie.”

Your face burns as hot as a star. “Cutie?”

“Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Y-yes, it’s nice…”

He leans in close. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

His lips meet yours, the kiss soft and gentle. He pulls you into a hug with his upper arms, his lower ones caressing your back. It’s like kissing someone while snuggling in a big, warm blanket.

Saturn is the one to pull away, sighing happily. “I’ve wanted that.”

You giggle, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Me too.”

He rubs your back, keeping you close. As he touches you, something bumps against your leg. The moth freezes.

“Is that your… Um…”

Saturn refuses to speak, his face scarlet with embarrassment.

“Guess we’re even now.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

It takes him a moment to look you in the eyes.

“It’s so inappropriate, though.” He frowns, scratching the back of his fluffy head with an upper arm. “I’m supposed to help you with your anxiety, not…” A lower hand motions to his crotch; his cock peeks out, violet and tubular. “Not this.”

“It’s fine.” You smile, stroking his fuzzy cheek. “I want this.”

His frown softens. “Please don’t let Ms. Maxwell find out.”

You giggle, giving him a smooch. “It’ll be our secret.” Your gaze strays towards his moth cock. “May I?”

“Please.”

You wrap your fingers around him, stroking him slowly, tenderly. He moans, pleasing and deep, growing harder under your touch.

“Good girl.” The words are a phantom caress, and your mind is pleasantly fuzzy.

His cock twitches under your grasp, fully erect.

“Lie back.”

Your hand stops, releasing him. Leaning back, you gently plop your head onto the pillows behind you.

Saturn slides off your pajama bottoms, revealing your panties. He traces a finger over the silky fabric, the touch a pleasurable shock.

“You’re soaked.” He chuckles, hooking a finger onto your panties and pulling them down, freeing your slit. Saturn examines his prize with hungry eyes. “Such a cute pussy.”

You squirm under his gaze, embarrassed but delectably aroused, the twin emotions burning like candle flame. No one’s seen you bare before.

“You’re my first…”

He smiles, warm and gentle. “Don’t worry.”

Saturn bows his head, hovering over your slit. A long, purple tongue slithers from his mouth, flicking your clit. Your gasp morphs into a moan, Saturn chuckling warmly at your reaction. He licks from your entrance to your bud, pleasing both with supernatural ease. Getting eaten out feels so good.

You give in to the pleasure, gripping the sheets for dear life. Your other hand pets his head, careful not to tug at his fluffy hair. Moans slip freely from your lips as he licks your slit, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Saturn…!” More words attempt to spill out, but a wave of bliss washes them away.

You squeeze Saturn’s head with your legs, pulling him closer. His licking quickens, eagerly eating your folds. You’re agonizingly close to release.

Saturn wraps his lips around your pearl, and the mighty dam shatters.

Nectar gushes onto Saturn’s lips as you cry out. He devours it like ambrosia, pulling away while licking his lips.

“You taste like heaven.”

His violet cock presses against your core, as if asking for entry. Saturn rubs against you, and the wonderful friction makes you squirm.

“I want it. Please…”

Saturn smirks softly. Without words, he pushes into you.

There’s a whisper of pain, but Saturn is careful as he enters you.

“I’ll start slow, alright?”

You nod, biting your lip. He rocks his hips, pushing then pulling, pushing then pulling. A pleased sigh escapes your lips as he gently takes you.

“Your scent,” Saturn grunts, pumping deliberately. “The scent of your need woke me up. It hit me like a truck.”

He caresses your cheek with an upper hand, looking into your eyes. “I can tell when you want me. Your scent has teased me for weeks.” Saturn chuckles warmly, his lips curling into a loving smile. “You’re irresistible.”

You’re hit with a rush of embarrassment. Oh god, he could tell. Were you seriously that horny?

“You’re cute when you’re needy. Sweet girl.”

Saturn’s hips buck a little faster, but not uncomfortably so. His upper hands rub your breasts, teasing your nipples through your pajamas, while his lower hands cradle your hips.

“You’re fertile. Did you know that?”

The words are a smack to the face. Your tracking app did say you would ovulate in a few days. Excitement creeps up your spine like electricity through a chord.

“It’s driving me wild. I need to breed you.”

Breed. He wants you that badly.

Saturn’s losing his composure, his strokes harder, deeper.

“Do you want that? To be bred?”

“Oh god, yes.” The words flow like a cascade.

“Good girl.”

He rubs your clit with a lower hand, and you moan in surprise. “You’ve always been so good for me.”

His cock, his hands, his sweet words. It all feels so good.

Saturn bucks into you wildly, deliciously deep moans escaping his lips. You’re lost in pleasure.

“Please, I need this.”

He smirks, not saying a word. You fuck like rabbits, his strokes becoming sloppier as he nears release.

You grab onto his back, your fingers curling in his fuzz. Pulling him closer, you whisper.

“Fill me, Saturn.”

That’s the push he needed. Saturn cums with a primal grunt, his seed filling you. The warmth knocks you over the edge, and you cry out in pleasure.

Your hot bodies intertwine, your panting in sync.

All his arms wrap around you in a cuddle. He’s heavy, but he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

“Definitely don’t tell Ms. Maxwell.”

You laugh, nuzzling into his neck. “Of course.”

You’re quiet for a moment, your fingers in his wonderfully fluffy hair. “Hey, Saturn?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

He says nothing, hugging you harder.

You lie together in pleasant silence, enjoying each other’s company. He’s the one to speak.

“So, breakfast?”

You smile. “That sounds nice.”

You step into Ms. Maxwell’s office and close the door, the older woman acknowledging you with a kind smile.

“You look cheerful today.”

You grin softly, taking your usual seat. “I feel good, Ms. Maxwell.”

“That’s a delight to hear. How have you been managing your anxiety?”

“It’s gotten better.” You fidget in the chair, thinking back on the week. “Spending more time with Saturn is a big help.”

“Less intrusive thoughts?”

“Yes, Ms. Maxwell.”

“They won’t go away entirely, I’m afraid.” She pushes up her glasses, her expression calm. “But it is good to hear they’re not as frequent.”

Saturn’s cock isn’t going to cure your mental illness; magic cocks don’t exist. But damn, does it improve your mood.

Not that Ms. Maxwell needs to know. Don’t want to shock the poor woman to death. You smile knowingly.

“Oh? Thinking of something funny?”

“It’s nothing.” You giggle. “Just a joke.”

Of course, she’s bound to find out if you end up pregnant… A worry lingers at the back of your mind for the rest of the session. Your period has been late.

When you return from the visit, Saturn is there to greet you.

“Welcome home.” His grin is wide, his arms held out. You accept the hug. “How is Ms. Maxwell?”

“Good.” You nuzzle into his fuzz.

He’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. You smell… Different, lately.”

Different.

“In a good way, or a bad way?” There’s worry in your voice.

“I think you’re pregnant.”

Silence cloaks the apartment as the words sink in.

Saturn rubs your back, holding you close. “Are you alright with that?”

You consider your words. “Yes.”

Yes, you are. Saturn is the kindest person you know. He’d be a wonderful father.

He sighs in relief. “I was so worried you’d be afraid.”

You stand on your toes, your lips meeting his. He’s surprised, but returns the kiss happily, hugging you harder.

Your life will have obstacles. Every day is a challenge when your brain is wired to make you feel worthless. But love heals, and love supports, and love shines a light in the overwhelming darkness.

With Saturn, your future burns bright.

#exophilia #moth boyfriend #monster boyfriend #monster husband #monster lover #monster x reader #lemon #azure writes #f!reader #m!monster #c: saturn #s: soft wings

[shalfeiwreath]

Chrysalis

#btd fanart #boyfriend to death 2 #btd lawrence #lawrence oleander #and then he put his whole hand inside mc's stomach :3 #moth

[obsessivevoidkitten]

No Light In The Darkness

Male Moth Fae Yandere x Gender Neutral Firefly Fae Reader Word Count: 1.5k (CW: Noncon, stalking, fear, dissociation, general yandere behavior, kidnapping, mentally broken reader, dead dove: do not eat, biting, crying, dacryphilia)  (I marked this one as dead dove because despite there being no physical pain or violence I tried to make the mental anguish and the rape scene and depression that follows to be a bit more realistic than normal, idk if I succeeded but I hope readers still enjoy this work. Also thank you to the reader who suggested the name for the yandere.) (This was a request in my stack from a year ago. Oops. Sorry it took so long.)

A firefly fae with constantly moving antenna, a chitinous exoskeleton covering your feet, legs, hands, and arms, and a brightly glowing thorax that extended from your back and bobbed behind your bare ass. That was you. Overall, you were a pretty average firefly.

Sadly though, you were of a very rare breed. There were very few other firefly fae out in the world, at least not in the part of it that you inhabited. But that was okay, you still went out every warm night and took to the sky, flashing and signaling in the way that your kind did to show you were receptive to romantic advances. You did, actually, have a suitor or two, but they were unfit. They seemed nice, but they lacked a certain special something. They weren’t firefly fae like you were. They were illumination deficient. How could you possibly be a partner with someone who was utterly unable to communicate and woo you via light? Being able to express yourself via your light signals was just far too essential an aspect of a relationship to be with someone who you could not share it with. No, you would be happier single than you would be relegating yourself to a relationship with such a person. The non-firefly fae men that you had to reject were all respectful about it and seemed to understand. Or so you had thought. But there was one who always watched you, stealing glances at you whenever you were out and about during the day and completely unable to move his eyes off of you as he stealthily watched you every night from the shadows as you did your half of an unrequited mating ritual. Orion, the muscular moth man that could never manage to take his eyes off of you. How could he possibly be expected to when you illuminated the sky with your enticing little mating dance. Especially since, even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it yet, it was all for him. How could it be for anyone else? There was no one else even watching, and those that had tried to court you in the past never stuck around like he did after you denied them. They couldn’t pass your test to show dedication in earning you as a mate. You probably didn’t even realize you were doing it, were probably in denial telling yourself you had to have another firefly fae, but really you didn’t fool Orion even if you had managed to fool yourself. There were no others of your kind anywhere near there. So obviously you were dancing for Orion. But he was starting to get impatient waiting for you to realize it yourself. He needed to be your mate already. To have his roaming hands explore all over your body. Orion was a master of sticking to the shadows, but even so you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You had this feeling in the past from time to time but over the past few weeks the sensation had become nearly unbearable. You could not shake, even for a moment, the sensation that you were being stalked. Hunted. Every breeze, every snapping twig, or rusting leaf was a potential assailant to you. It was especially bad in the woods. You surveyed all that was around you, constantly hyper-vigilant. But all you could see were shrubs, trees, soil, and flowers, nothing out of the ordinary. Even your little house, safe above the forest floor, hanging from the branches of a great tree, did not offer the sense of sanctuary that it should have. You even felt at times that you were being watched in your sleep. You even went so far as to get new thicker drapes to make sure no one could peep in. You tried to calm yourself down, tell yourself that you were being paranoid, but you just couldn’t. One day in the forest as you were searching for food things finally came to a head. You were walking along a gently used forest path, overgrown with grass and weeds, when you noticed a delicious looking clump of edible mushrooms at the base of a bush. You bent down and plucked them up, popping them into your basket when suddenly the bush rustled and shook. With a jolt of abject terror you dropped your basket and ran before taking off flying towards your home. You entered the door and slammed it shut and locked it, leaning against it as you caught your breath. Safe, you were safe and sound. An arm suddenly grabbed you from behind making you scream. The glowing red eyes of a mothy fae greeted you. “Are you okay, my love?” You shrieked and tried to get out of the door you had just slammed closed, shaky hands fumbling desperately at the lock. “If something is after you I will keep you safe!” He exclaimed in a voice that could only be described as eager and “trilling”. He pulled you close and held you tight against his abs. You tried to flail out of his grip, to kick and push but he was so strong, you could see and feel his muscles even beneath his lavender fur. One set of arms wrapped around you, squeezing uncomfortably tight, while the other two slowly made trails all over your body, feeling up your rear, gently touching your sides, and finally turning your head towards him as he kissed you deeply, making a sound not unlike a purr as he did so. You struggled against him, fighting the kiss, your pleas and screams muffled into it, but he did not seem to mind. You tasted so wonderful. “Calm down my little light, I am here for you. I know you might be in denial and nervous, but I know you need me.” He gently grinded against you from behind, his large warm erection slipping between your thighs and plainly visible from between your legs. Precum smeared your thighs as he continued thrusting really slowly, like he was afraid he might harm his tiny little victim. His words, obviously, did nothing to console you and his erection clearly showed his sexual intent with you, eliciting the only logical response. “L-let go of me you fucking psycho! Are you touched in the fucking head!? Get your nasty dick away from me you filthy pervert!!! What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?” As you said these words with all the anger and venom you had in you you were flashing angrily as well. “Ah you flash so prettily for me my little fire~ Someone’s just grouchy because they don’t know how to admit they want to be my mate and get my cock in them!” He completely twisted the intent of your words until they reinforced his skewed reality. His cock prodded your entrance, lovingly massaging precum into your hole to lube you up while one of his roaming hands found your chest and he began lightly pinching your nipple. “You don’t need to act all tough my sweet flame, I know you’re soft. You have a mate now, no use pretending otherwise,” he cooed. “You’re a goddamn maniaaaaah-” Orion stopped your words by biting into your sensitive neck just as he finally drove his cock into you. You moaned involuntarily and your legs probably would have given out had he not been holding onto you with his powerful arms. “See? I’ll make my mate feel so good~” You felt a growing heat in your stomach as your light started flashing like crazy, your body was betraying you completely but no part of you wanted this. Tears flooded your eyes and sobs broke up the gasps leaving your body. Of course Orion was oblivious to your plight. Another thing he completely misinterpreted. Your frantic light signals were a sign for him to continue, your tears were clearly of joy, and you couldn’t help but sob in pleasure because your big strong mothy mate was taking such good care of you. The overstimulation was way too much. The mouth all over your neck, sucking, biting, licking, and kissing. The fingers playing with your nipples. The arms holding you so tightly like you were the most important treasure on earth. You came hard. You went limp and your mind went blank, as if trying to spare you what was happening to you to some degree. It was, almost, like an out of body experience. He did not stop at your climax, he kept diving into you over and over, licking up your beautiful tears that he was so sure were caused by the pleasure he was giving you. At long last he finally planted one more passionate kiss to your unresponsive lips and filled you with his viscous seed. His antenna flitted over you and he held you even closer than before. He finally got to breed his darling. And when you next rejoined reality you would find yourself in an unfamiliar dwelling, the place he called home, leaning against him with your face buried in his chest, quietly sobbing, as he slowly made love to you again and again. 

#Yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere moth man #yandere moth fae #yandere boyfriend #yandere x reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #yandere monster #monster boyfriend #yandere fae #My OCs #My OC Orion

[mothmore]

just got to chapter 5 in my frankenstein reread oh my god. i fucking love and cackle at the fact that henry is just like “omg victor ^_^ i’m so happy to be here to study with you at university finally after three years apart !!” and victor just stares at him with huge autism eyes shaking and malnourished like “i fucked up. big.”

#more of moth #frankenstein #the modern prometheus #victor frankenstein #henry clerval #clervalstein #cause to me this is gay #swoop in and save your boyfriend who fucked himself over unsupervised #gothic literature #goth lit #gothic lit #frankenstein weekly #to me this is an insanely funny post okay

[werecreature-addicted]

werewolves are hot, however— hear me out. mothman. yes. mothman. a nonverbal sweetheart who’s just a cuddle bug. and also fucks you real good.

Big cuddly bug boy who wraps you up in his fuzzy wings to keep you safe and pressed against his body. He chirps happily whenever you come close to him and surprises you with little trinkets and gifts he finds in the woods. Shiny rocks and broken jewelry that were lost long ago. Little bones if you're into the kind of thing.

He's a very sweet boy, and he's very sweet as he humps his cock against your body, needing you to line it up properly so he can push inside of you, and unload his clutch of eggs. He chirps happily and clicks in approval, nuzzling your swollen stomach.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #mothman #mothman x reader #moth man fucker #mo

[zootzezy]

out with the old .

#staticmoth #voxval #hazbin hotel vox #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #aLSO DON'T TAKE THIS AS 'VAL IS A MASTERMIND' #THAT MOTH IS AS DUMB AS A BAG OF BRICKS #hes just helping his business partner (not boyfriends theyd never be boyfriends whatever would make you think that) pose for a photo <333 #definitely helped him with that head transfer though #can you imagine how much trust that mustve taken?? like theres no way vox did that himself??? right?? #anyways these two haunt my dreams

[clairebearsparkles]

Martin sleeping in Moth Jon's hair

Very simple doodle for ya, thanks for the ask!

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #the magnus archive fanart #tma art #tma fanart #magpod #magnus pod #jonathan sims #jon sims #moth jon #moth!jon #moth jon au #monster jon #monster!jon #bug au #monster boyfriend #g/t #g/t art #g/t au #sfw g/t #clairebear art

[jaffacakerebellion]

hey uh we put a cashmere sweater on your lanky boyfriend and uh some moths came down and ate him. yteah like a twix. we still have one of his legs tho

#your boyfriend #moths #mothman #shitpost

[willowwee]

You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.

(This takes time after Makkaro escaped from prison)

Inspired:

Ramble: WHEWWWW I GET TO FINISH THIS IN TIME🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥 I probably won't be posting tmr bc I am planning another audio rp kinda???? ship and also bcs I'll be busy hanging out w my friend. ANYWAY IM PROUD ON HOW THIS TURNED OUT IT CAME OUT BETTER THAN I EXPECTED💗💗💗 Do yall love how I did Darling's hair 🔥🔥 (I hc makkaro having some marks and veins on him whenever he used his necromancy, and since this takes time when Makkaro used his necromancy the first time, I imagined the marks and veins took longer time to disappear from his features than usual time)

FORGOT TO MENTION: the reason why makkaro and darling looked like wet rat in here is because their current situation weren't really the best and besides makkaro just escaped a shithole for 2 years so that man would be looked like a dried RAT, while darling prolly lose sleep and had to deal w her shitty fam

#goodboyaudios #good boy audios #goodboyaudios moth #gba moth #gba #MoTH #digital art #rp asmr #x listener #rp audio #gba makkaro #gba darling #goodboyaudios makkaro #goodboyaudios darling #art #artwork #audio roleplay #gba moth series #rp boyfriend #or should i say rp husband #audio rp #rp series #WHEWWWW THIS TOOK LIKE LONG AHH TIMEEEEE AND IM PROUD ON HOW IT TURNED OUT

[voxtek-enterprises]

I don't like valentino at all but if I could choose to kill him I wouldn't, simply because he possesses worth as an accessory to the other vees. They wouldn't be complete without each other. Your honor they are spiritually three kittens at the shelter with a big sign that says "DO NOT SEPARATE"

#please do not remove the moth from his disaster bi boyfriend #vox #valentino #velvette too. she didnt get enough screentime so idk enough about her but all of them are necessary #velvette #staticmoth #mothstatic #hazbin hotel #they're all necessary for each others enrichment

[badbreadpuns]

Soft Wings (1/4)

Characters: m!moth x f!reader Content: depressed reader, therapy, emotional support monster boy, coloring Rating: Lemon (first 3 parts sfw) Word count: ~1,000 words Content warning: intrusive thoughts (this story is about the reader recovering but this could still be upsetting.)

Snow crunches underneath your feet as the cold caresses your skin.

The trip to the bus stop is as uneventful as your usual Wednesday. No one is there when you arrive; though you welcome the solitude, being alone with your thoughts can be troublesome.

You browse social media on your phone while you wait. It doesn’t take long for the bus to come, wheels against asphalt announcing its arrival.

Jump in front of it.

Ignore it. It’s all you can do.

The bus slides to a halt, opening its door. As you step into the vehicle, the driver acknowledges you with a nod. You take a seat near the back, returning to your phone.

It takes around an hour to reach your destination. Stepping out, the bus drives off, spraying slushy snow onto your legs. The cold jolts you out of your thoughts. You wipe your feet on the welcome mat, not wanting to drag ice and grime into the counselor’s office.

Warmth hits your cheeks as the glass door opens. The waiting room welcomes you with calming blue walls and pleasant piano music. After talking with the secretary, you take your seat and grab one of the travel magazines lying on a nearby table.

Every Wednesday you arrive 15 minutes early. You bother Ms. Maxwell enough, you don’t want to make her wait too.

The secretary calls your name. Placing the magazine to the side, you head to the door, hesitating a moment before opening it.

A warm smile greets you.

“Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon…”

You sit in the chair beside her, sinking into the cushion.

“How have you been?”

“Not well.” You scoot in the chair, as if trying to escape. “I had another bad thought at the bus stop.”

Worried eyes examine you behind wire-frame glasses. “They’re never pleasant, are they?”

“Of course not. They’re violent, evil!” You shake your head. “I haven’t slept well either… Everything feels like it’s getting worse.”

She picks up her notepad, scribbling in it. Her eyes dart from the book to you. “I think it is time. There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

Unease sits in your stomach. “Who?”

“He is a friend of mine who helps patients like you.” Her smile is soft. “Come with me.”

Ms. Maxwell sits up, beckoning you to join. You follow behind her as she guides you past other rooms. She stops in front of a door near the end of the hallway; printed on its window is the word “Saturn.”

She knocks, and a pleasantly deep voice comes from behind the door.

“Who is it?”

The door opens, and behind it is a tall, fuzzy figure. Periwinkle fluff covers his body, its softness calling out for your touch. Four strong, muscular arms sprout from his torso, one from his lower set placed on his hip. Wings covered in little white spots drop to the floor. Feelers flop on top of a head of poofy white hair, two obsidian eyes meeting yours.

He grins, toothy and earnest. “Come on in.”

You and Ms. Maxwell do as he asks, moving past him. Chamomile and lavender tickle your nose as you step inside.

Dazzling fairy lights line the walls. Shaggy blankets drape over plush chairs. A pile of stuffed animals sit in a corner, teddy bears and puppies and kitties galore.

This room is a sanctuary.

The moth sits on a particularly comfy bean bag, and you find your own spot. His wings shimmer in the soft glow of the lights.

“I’ve never seen your cute face before. What’s your name?”

“It’s…” You tell him.

“I love how that sounds.” Your cheeks warm up as he laughs. “I’m Saturn. Our friend here takes patients to me when they need my help.”

“Help?”

“Think of me as a living teddy. Well, not an actual bear.” He chuckles, the sound rich and pleasing. “I’m here to comfort you.”

“Saturn is my secret weapon.” Ms. Maxwell pushes up her glasses. “I save him for patients who need him most. Your stress and anxiety are especially high.”

“I don’t want you to be afraid anymore.”

The words hit hard. You take a sharp inhale, your eyes misting up. “Thank you… Really.”

“No need to cry.” Saturn sits up, coming over to you with a frown on his handsome face. “Do you need a hug?”

You sniffle, wiping away your tears. “It’s okay. Thanks.”

“Alright. You can tell me anything you need to.”

For the first time in a while, you smile. “I appreciate it.”

“It looks like you two get along swimmingly.” Ms. Maxwell heads for the door. “You’re free to spend the rest of the session with Saturn.”

“Thanks, Ms. Maxwell. I like it here.”

She leaves. It’s just you and the big, fluffy moth boy now.

“There’s a table over there if you’d like to color. It’s a good way to relieve stress.”

“Sounds fun.”

Sitting up, you head towards the table. On it are a stack of coloring books and a box of well-used crayons. Saturn sits across from you, though it’s hard for him to fit on the tiny chair.

“I haven’t colored in ages.”

“It’s a shame us adults don’t color as often as we used to. It’s nice to be creative.”

You grab a book about animals, turning to a page with a happy cartoon penguin. Its big eyes look up at you.

“Here, have this.” He hands you a blue crayon.

“Blue?”

He chuckles. “Why not?”

Crayon meets paper, your hand gliding across the page as you scribble. Though the task is simple, it keeps you entertained. You hum an old theme song as you turn the penguin blue. Once it’s colored, you grab a yellow crayon, filling in its beak. Saturn joins you in coloring, picking a book with flowers.

An hour passes as you and Saturn fill pages with color. The door opens, but you barely register Ms. Maxwell’s presence as she steps in.

“How is everything?”

You turn away from the coloring book. “I’m having fun.”

“Good. I knew he would help.”

“It sounds like our session is over.” There is a hint of disappointment in Saturn’s voice. “It was wonderful meeting you today.”

“I can come back next Wednesday, right?”

Ms. Maxwell chuckles. “Of course, dear.”

#exophilia #moth boyfriend #monster boyfriend #monster husband #monster lover #monster x reader #lemon #azure writes #f!reader #m!monster #c: saturn #s: soft wings

[mikrotyalm13]

#yippee part two!!! #my sillies #microtya's kids #art #my art #digital art #digital drawing #digital artwork #artists on tumblr #text meme #moth oc #mothman oc #mothman x human #naga x human #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #teratophillia #terato

[peachybuggames]

i havent 100%'d it per-se, but i have beaten the final boss of bug fables and am workin thru the post game stuff :)) anyways some characters/character designs that i really really like

idk if i'll finish any of these, i might, but i just wanted to figure out how to draw them tbh jashdasdasd

#bug fables #kabbu bug fables #vi bug fables #leif bug fables #team snakemouth #zasp bug fables #mothiva bug fables #team mothiva #pov me putting 'character/character DESIGNS' that i rlly like bc im still 50/50 on mothiva: im watching you #<- which is very funny btw bc her canonical boyfriend?? 1000/10. but her?? i want some altruism some spicy tragic backstory under there pls #on my knees w pleading hands looking at her w the saddest eyes. please dont just be a bitch for the sake of being one PLEASE please be sad #anyways team mothiva ranting aside omg leif <3<3<3<3<3 #also kabbu and vi ofc but the very sad moths my favorite #smthn smthn his sad wet eyes and pathetic whimsy have enraptured me or however the meme goes idk #my art

[obsessivevoidkitten]

A Moth To His Flame

 Yandere Rosy Maple Moth Fae x Gender Neutral Human to Fae Reader (CW: Moth transformation, pheromones, kidnapping, stalking, yandere moth-like fae, no smut, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.5k 

(I typed this up in under 2 hours, not beta read so I hope you will forgive any mistakes. Also sorry if there are any formatting anomalies, I had some issues adding a “keep reading” line. I made a post a couple weeks ago about having the idea for this fic and here it finally is! Enjoy!) 

 You did not know what had attracted him to you. Perhaps it was your way with plants, or your vibrant colorful aesthetic, hell it could even just be your scent for all you knew. Whatever the reason he was head over heels for you and you really wished he wasn’t. Very nearly every single day this mothy fae man wandered out of the forest and tried to flirt with you as you tended your many crops.

 It started towards the end of spring about a year ago. He came walking out of the forest seemingly at random and had introduced himself as Basil. He was a tall moth like fae, with large pink and yellow wings and bands of fluff around his wrists, ankles, and neck. His head was entirely like a human’s except for the feathery antenna sticking out from his curly pink hair. You were not frightened, fae and humans interacted all the time where you lived and it was not an odd occurrence to see one, but you did wonder why he had approached you.

 “Well, I am (Y/N), what can I help you with Basil?” You thought perhaps he wanted to purchase some of your crops, though it was still odd to be approached when your market stall and signs were not posted.

 “Oh, well, I thought you were really cute and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” Basil flashed you a sweet smile. That was definitely odd considering he had never seen you before, but perhaps you would think it odder had you known that he had been watching you from the woods ever since you moved in over a year ago.

 You had politely declined his date offer, telling him that you two did not know each other and you were not really too interested in dating right now, but almost everyday that you were outside he approached you, made some small talk, asked how you were doing, and inevitably asked if you had changed your mind about letting him take you some place.

 Now that around a year had passed you had gotten to know him pretty well but you remained uninterested in him romantically. It may be a bit of a stereotype but you could not help but worry he was hiding something and might be trying to trick you in some way, and even if he wasn’t you just were not into him.

 Basil, on the other hand, was more interested in you than ever. You were so cute and small compared to him, and your human ways were so fascinating, like how you tended to your plants so sweetly. He wanted to tend to you that way~ You were such a nice human and as far as he was concerned you should just let him take care of you.

 Eventually with all his pestering you agreed to exactly ONE date. He was ecstatic, you had FINALLY seen that he was a good mate for you and agreed to let him “take you some place nice.”

 And, well, he did technically hold up his side of the bargain. He took you to his own gardens, deep in the woods there lay a path accessible only to fae and those with a fae escort that took you to their realm.

 His cottage and surrounding gardens were surreal, the plants were like something out of a dream, the sunlight was golden and everything seemed to shimmer and glow. And when night time came the blooms really did glow under the silver blue light of the moon.

 Honestly you had had a great time exploring Basil’s personal gardens and drinking tea with him in his cottage, but it was getting late and you really had to leave, and you had only accepted the date to end Basil’s pestering, and though you wanted to remain friends you were still uninterested in being his partner.

 “Hey, this was great Basil, but… I still really do not want to date anyone right now.. I hope we can still be friends though!” You looked down nervously. “And uh… I should really be getting back ho-”

 Basil stared at you intensely with his golden eyes as he spoke, “No, I don’t think so (Y/N), you agreed that I could take you some place nice, there was nothing in our verbal contract about me having to take you back.” He wisely grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him before you could react. He had not wanted it to come to this, but he was not opposed to making you stay with him, he knew deep down you had to like him, you were always so polite to him and you yourself had agreed to a date with him.

 The strong fae dragged you kicking and screaming back to his cottage. What had seemed so idyllic and cozy in the day time now only filled you with dread as you were forced inside.

 “I really am a nice guy, you need to just let me take care of you!”

 Basil kept you trapped for weeks in his cottage, he had used a spell that made it impossible for you to leave. He kept trying sweetly to get you to talk to him, but you adamantly refused to say anything other than demands that you be released. But… that really wasn’t part of the deal he made with you so he just wouldn’t do something that silly.

 Besides, he knew you would show your love for him eventually, you just needed a little help was all. Basil tried gifts of the type a human could only dream, he tried candies and other various sweets, he tried physical affection, he made you cups of fancy teas, and offered to let you garden the most wondrous fae plants. He even attempted to use his mothy pheromones to whoo you, it was considered high romance in the mothy fae realm, but as you were human they just flustered you slightly.

 You refused all of it, you just wanted to be taken home and left alone, you told him you never even wanted to see him again.

 Finally he decided he would just turn you into a fae like him. You would be fully at the mercy of his pheromones and completely attracted to him. You had not been born as a mothy fae and you had no resistance to them. Plus you would look just too perfect with antenna, wings, and cute pink moth fluff. Basil had been planning to turn you into his little moth mate since the very first time he had laid eyes on you, but he had wanted to wait until you were willing so the process would be less scary for you. But oh well, you’d forgive him, this was just that nudge you needed to be able to confess your love for him.

 Basil approached you with a strange look in his eye that you couldn’t place, you scooted into the corner of the room but he still approached, stopping when he was a few feet away from you. He did not say anything and you were a bit scared, what if he decided that you weren’t worth the trouble, or worse, what if he decided he was going to be more violent in his persuasion attempts?

 Basil began flapping his large wings and shimmering powder coated your entire body, you went completely limp. You were fully conscious of your surroundings but you were paralyzed, unable to even scream. He easily picked you up and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before laying you on his large bed.

 “I know you’re scared babe, but I am just trying to help you okay?”

 Basil began the task of lovingly wrapping you in his own soft magical silk produced from his wrists. Within hours you couldn’t see a thing and were fully trapped within a cocoon, you could hear Basil mumbling some sort of spell before he lay beside your cocooned form and wrapped an arm around you in what was intended to be a comforting gesture.

 But nothing could comfort you now, over the next 24 hours you slowly became a fae like him. It started with an intense itching that you were powerless to do anything about as fluffy fur grew in the same places that he had it, then an immense pain in your back and head as you sprouted antenna and wings.

 Finally, mercifully, the pain subsided. You planned to fight viciously with your captor. Even though somehow his past actions now seemed somehow a bit romantic as your brain chemistry and perspective of his behavior had been forcibly altered by your transformation.

 Not so much that you actually wanted to be his though, but that changed immediately when the silk cocoon fell away. Your new antenna instantly picked up on a heady intoxicating scent, what WAS that? You sniffed and inhaled deeply in his direction as your antenna began twitching from his pheromones.

It was the scent of a strong and loving mate, just for you! You buried your face into his neck as your antenna continued twitching.

 Basil held you close, kissing the top of your head sweetly and rubbing your antenna against his as he cooed softly. It had taken years, but you were finally where you were always meant to be, at his side as his little mate.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere exophilia #yandere male x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere moth #yandere fae #my ocs #my oc Basil #male x gender neutral reader #terato

[lord-prey]

Moth :)

#rosey maple moth #art #my art #mothman #moth man #drawing #draw #monster #creature #doodles #sketchbook #doodle #sketches #traditional art #monster boyfriend #bug boyfriend

[cyfixx]

GBA breaking hearts since… forever it seems.

LIKE WTF DUDE I CAN’T???

#good boy audios #gba makkaro #gba moth #gba frank #gba guardian #gba zed #boyfriend asmr #im cryin #send help #in tears