Moth bruno a lil crazy bc he needs to fill someone up with his eggs - you happen to live near his nest
- daisy (craving for moth bruno)
He'll come crashing through your window, even though he can pick locks, and he will use his pheromones to get you ready for the hours of breeding that are to come. He's literally buzzing he's so excited, and he doesn't even bother with taking you back to his nest, because he likes how your house smells like you. He will fuck you over every surface of your house before he fills you with his eggs, he wants your scent to be mixed with his. Once he does fill you with his eggs you're barely conscious because of the overstimulation, and in the morning you're sore, very very sore. But Bruno is there to help you through everything that is to come.
i want moth Bruno to fill my holes up while holding me down with his four arms so I have his moth babies
👏Some👏Good👏Fucking👏Food👏
My weaknesses are Bruno and Risotto and my other weakness is being a monster fucker: Moth Bruno is the best of both worlds.
You make the mistake of letting him in through the window after you've had enough of his constant pestering, not knowing that it was prime mating season for mothmen and mothwomen alike. Bruno can't control himself anymore and pins you down like a rapid animal, his pheromones leaking into the air to try to seduce you into mating and his mouth drooling while literal hearts are in his eyes.
"Bamiba/o. I love you oh so much, you know that, right? I love you so much that I want to fill you up with my eggs and turn you into a mother, my ultimate act of love for you~! I can't control myself anymore, Bambina/o. You've been leading me on for months and I need to have you."
His extra arms are perfect: one pair to hold you down as you squirm underneath him and the other pair to touch the body he has craved for so long. He's so drunk on lust: He's ruthless on your hole as he pounds away, so addicted to how warm and tight you feel around him. It's like you were made for him! He's blabbing on about how beautiful you are and how your beauty will grow once you're pregnant with his children. He swears to be the perfect mate and father for your brood once you've given birth, talking about how you won't need to lift a single finger with him around ever again. By the end, where you're begging him to stop due to overstimulation, he'll hold you down lovingly and have you snuggle into his fluff while he ejaculates into you. Afterwards, he carefully inserts his ovipositor and you can feel the texture of his eggs flowing into your fertilized womb. You try to squirm at the odd sensation, but Bruno just shushes you and places kisses all over your face.
"Just relax, Bambina. It feels weird for a minute, but it goes away...Soon, you'll be so round and perfect with our children~"
"Go visit family in Oregon, they said. It'll be a blast, they said!" You hiss, hustling a little faster through the light rain with your arms ineffectively attempting to shield your thick hair.
What a crock of shit.
What they didn't tell you about this fucking place was that it rained every.
Fucking.
D a y.
...
Okay, you may be exaggerating juust a tad, you'll admit to that.
But still! The high humidity sucked for your already frizzed hair, and the rain usually rolled in out of nowhere!
As if to prove your point - or maybe even mock you, Oregon was a little bitch like that - the sky rumbles threateningly, darkening to a near black. The few drops that had been landing against your neck, speed up and you wail a dramatic curse.
Throwing your comfy coat over your head, you start hustling your step a little more.
Moving here hadn't been that much of a mistake, despite what you may complain. It was really pretty, with so many mountains that had good hiking spots, and rivers that provided you with relaxing swimming pools. Plus the always chilly water was a definite bonus, a complete step up from the metallic tang that always permeated the water in some of the hotter spots you've lived in.
The only problem you really had with Oregon was...
A low, clicking rumble from above. Your hair stands on end, and you take the steps up to your apartment three at a time, barely pausing to pull out your keys. You hear him click behind you, closer than you were comfortable with. It makes you miss the keyhole a few times, but the sound of him landing roughly on the metal railing behind you gives you small bit of extra coordination and you swiftly shove your door open.
Slamming it shut, a nervous eye peeks out of the peephole, flinching when it clashes with an overly wide, slightly compound, black eye.
God-damn-it.
Fucking... The bug beasts that liked to hang around were another factoid about Oregon that... Well, they didn't piss you off. It was just a huge leap from your last home.
Those guys weren't as prevalent in the other places you lived, most non-mountainous places only really having the arachnid-type beasts. In fact, when you lived in Texas with your cousins, the only insect based one you had ever seen was this one fluffy, brown and black... Caterpillar? He'll, he may be a fully grown butterfly at this point.
But he was a kid who had a nasty attitude, dyed his hair blue - according to rumours - and was always yelling at the humans he usually stuck around.
This place though? Practically crawling with them, no pun intended.
Beastfolk weren't new, but they were very few and very far inbetween. In fact, a lot of people had been questioning if they could really be considered "sentient"...
Well, they were swiftly shut down by a feisty tarantula, that looked kinda like an Arizona Blonde, that had become a lawyer and completely shut down a court case.
Another soft clicking makes you jump, shooting a look at the door. "Chill your thorax, fuzzbutt."
An offended click, and you smirk.
The only thing that kept a lot of people from considering most beasts as sentient and free thinking people was... Well...
You hear him jump over the railing. The heavy, almost lethargic sound of his wings flapping makes you hop to attention, darting through the house to swiftly shut your window with smug whoop.
He's gotten you like that too many times.
You see, beasts haven't fully gotten over their base instincts, and the month leading into spring was were all anti-beastfolk arguments got their evidence. Said that beasts clearly can't be sentient, they succumb to those based urges so easily!
Not because the folk felt any urge to fuck like rabbits, as was the common misconception.
He chitters at you through the window, feet thudding against either side of the - now shut - window for mere seconds before he kicks back off. His clicks fades as you grin giddily, dancing in place. You might actually win this one!
The only reason most speciests would give for being so against beastfolks was the fact that they were "too base instinct" and it made them "feel unsafe".
And in a way, they were right.
Your grin fades when you realize you can't hear him anymore.
It's dangerous to get between any spider-types and their chosen.
The hairs on your body raise, your mind scrambling to figure this out.
It's foolish to keep a centipede-type away from their loved ones.
A soft shuffle has you whipping around, hands up in a comical karate motion.
It's down right ridiculous to separate ant-types from their mates.
Suddenly, you remember: you didn't lock the bathroom up.
"You're asking for a death sentence if you get between a moth and his love." The voice slides between you shoulder blades, accompanied by four large arms wrapping around you.
Screaming in delight, you curse, "Oh you sneaky fuck!"
Bruno laughs, allowing you to whip around and hit his shoulder. His hand comes up, wringing out some of his neck fluff while he flashes you a smarmy grin. "What? It's not my fault you didn't check the bathroom first. I didn't even land at your window!"
You gasp, pushing him away with a look of mock horror. "Yo-you..."
He leans in, large black eyes shining teasingly. "Come on, you can say it."
"I can't!" You cry in the most over the top, Trans-Atlantic accent possible, draping yourself across the bed.
Bruno huffs a laugh, antenna flicking as he quickly shucks his slightly damp over shirt. With a quick hop, courtesy of his powerful legs, he lands on top of you, grinning at you scream. "What, is it a bad word?"
"Yes! You foul man, begone He-Who- Says-Bad-Words! Begone!" His eyes light up, a near maniacal grin stretching across his usually serious features.
(You'd never say it out loud for fear of emotionally wounding him: but you kinda liked how he acted pre-spring. He was so goofy... Although serious, intense Bruno is just as pleasant.)
His wings flare up, engulfing the room in a shadow of white, black speckled wings. His upper set of arm catch your hands and you're, quite rudely, made aware of your mistake of allowing him to straddle you.
"Bruno..." You warn, wiggling to pull away from his grasp.
His grin stretches wider, fangs hooking just slightly over his bottom lip as Bruno teases back, "(Y/N)..?"
Whatever threat you were gonna say is lost as his second pair of hands - the wicked claws clipped precisely for this reason - dive in, wiggling furiously against your ribs.
Screaming, you thrash, kicking out and laughing. His hands hold you steady, with just enough give that you're continuously given hope that you can escape, but you know better.
"Saaaay iiit~" He croons, slowing so you can speak.
Wheezing a few wet coughs, you smirk at him. "N-Nuh uh. I-I don't cuss like you do."
His antenna flick up, shivering as his grin gets wider. "Me? Cuss? Now that's just slanderous talk my dear."
"N' slander, cuz' it's true."
"Hmm, I think you can speak far too well my dear." A part of you immediately regrets talking back, especially when he shifts both of your hands into one of his, the other migrating down to hold your chest down.
Flashing you a smirk, he wiggles his fingers near your kneecap.
"Now, what am I?"
You keep stubbornly quiet. Humming, the large moth brushes his fingers down the back of your calf, chattering at the full body jerk you give.
"Once again, what am I?"
"A liar, because you lied!" You squawk mid-laugh, playfully gasping in mock horror. Bruno chirps in laughter, releasing you to flip over.
"Haha, now you're a filthy cusser like me!"
You groan, rolling over to nudge his wings so you can snuggle beneath. He lifts it without fuss, purring when you nuzzle your face into his chest fluff.
"Mmmn, love you B."
His chest vibrates with a fierce purr, and you grin. Grumbling past the motor in his chest, Bruno mumbles, "You only love me for my purring."
"Well, the fuzz is a nice addition."
"I will throw you off this bed, don't try me."
"Bet."
You found yourself face down n the floor less than two seconds later and not at all pissed.
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