some ting little with the gay bugs.... down here âŹď¸ (writing!!)
(for context, daffodil has a form where he can turn into a little moth, so that's what's going on here! bixby is the guy on the left in my last post and daffodil is the guy on the right/in the tumby. also this is safe despite how it seems bc they're gay. it's just very fearplay-y)
âMmm⌠Daffodil, youâve been watching me again, havenât you? Donât you know that itâs rude to stare?â
Bixby has one of the tiny mothâs wings pinched between his fingers, looking him over with an air of smug satisfaction. Daffodil pauses his furious strugglingâ both from exhaustion and to respond to him with an exasperated yell.
âYouâreâ youâre despicable! Iâll make sure you get expelled for this! Iâll make sure that everyone in the university despises you for this! You arenât going to get away with tormenting meâ the chancellor will find out about everythingââ
The moth growls, flapping his free wing as he again tries to escape. Bixby only looks amused, finding entertainment in his fruitless flailing.
âOh, really?â he murmurs, his voice smooth and languid. âHow will the chancellor find out about all that Iâve done to you if, say⌠something terribly dreadful were to happen to you? Something so terribly dreadfulâ that it would cause you to vanish from existence entirely. Have you considered that?â
Bixby chuckles darkly. Something shines near the corner of his mouth, and he wipes it away before Daffodil could decipher what it was.
âIâm only suggesting to you that you should be more aware. Something terrible could happen to you at any moment. Itâs best⌠to keep a keen eye.â
âWhat are you talking about?! If you thinkâ I-If you think that youâre going to do something like that to me, then you have another thing coming!â
âMmâŚâ Bixby hums, putting his free hand on his chin. âYou sound so sure of yourself. If youâre that confident, then this certainly shouldnât bother you.â
His fingers bring Daffodil closer. His tongue swipes over his lipsâ they part, and his open mouth shines with a coating of honey. It oozes off of his teeth, and his warm breath carries a sweet scent as it washes over the mothâs body.
Daffodil freezes, then squirms frantically, trying harder than ever before to wrestle himself out of Bixbyâs grip.
âNoâ no! Bixby! Stop! Youâreâ youâre insane! You canâtââ
He closes his mouth, another dribble of honey traveling down his chin. He doesnât bother to wipe it off.
âInteresting. It bothered you after all.â
The moth lets out a sound that was something between a whimper and an angry groan. Bixby laughs unkindly, subtly bringing him even closer.
âI think Iâve just discovered the quickest and easiest way to relieve you of duty. Itâs a shame I hadnât thought of it sooner! No one will ever find you, youâll never bother me again⌠and Iâll have myself a pleasant bite to eat.â
He holds Daffodil away, high above him. His lips part once more, his tongue hanging from his waiting mouth.
âNo!â Daffodil shouts, genuine fear in his voice and expression. âNoâ no no! Y-you canât doââ
Bixby drops him. Daffodil plummets towards his mouth. He desperately pumps his wings, just barely managing to fly away from his doom. But the bee is quick to reactâ his hands snap out, trapping Daffodil in a cage of fingers. Eager to finish the job, Bixby puts those fingers to his lips, forcing the moth onto his tongue. He tastes him for only a moment, just long enough for his sticky saliva to entangle him, and thenâŚ
Gllrrk. In just a few seconds, the mothâs fate is sealed. He travels down his throat slowly, thoroughly coated in honey, and Bixby massages his neck as he feels his minute struggles.
âFeistyâŚâ he breathes, â...but delectable.â