#moth girlfriend

[wyrmst]

Your mothman partner is a harbinger of misfortune.

It's not like they can help it- it's just a part of their nature.

They look at you from the threshold of your darkened shared quarters, eyes glowing.

"Where are you going?"

As they step into the lit foyer, you can see them wringing their clawed hands together.

"It's about lunch time, so I was thinking about going to get us something from the mess hall-"

They skitter over and throw themselves at you in a desperate embrace.

"No! Nononono- You can't! I had a vision!"

You've know them long enough to have gotten quite familiar with the whole 'foretelling omens of calamity and strife' thing. It's something you appreciate- though at times, what counts as a tragedy to whatever internal measure their abilities have seems to not be the most calibrated.

"Something we need to report?" You glance out the nearby porthole into the darkness of space, expecting to see something huge hurtling toward to the station or some other panic inducing sight.

"No. But it's awful," Their claws dig into the front of your t-shirt. "Terrible. Just the worst."

"What is it?"

"Your shoe is going to come untied!" They nearly shout (if you could describe the alien way they communicate as technically shouting in the first place), and then, checking their volume, hiss; "And you're going to trip."

You feel your mouth squirm at the edges as you struggle not to laugh in the face. You rub comforting circles into the feathery fur between where their wings meet on their back.

"Yeah?" You try to keep an even and very serious tone, as you try to keep your face in check. "Am I going to, uh… fall down the stairs? Or smack my head on something?"

The look up at you and their antennae flatten.

"…No…" They chitter pitifully. "…J-Just… stumble a little…"

"Well hey," You say, trying to soothe them. "That sounds like it won't be that bad, huh?"

"No! W-Well, probably, but-but-"

"But?"

"But you're gonna drop a metal tray and it'll make a really loud noise and everyone stops talking to look at you and it's going to be really. really. Embarrassing."

They visibly cringe at the thought, their normally featureless mouth area almost looking puckered, as if they had just tasted a lemon.

It seems like the second hand embarrassment from their vision of doom has affected them much more than it would've affected you, if it had happened in the first place.

"Oh no." You laugh, not managing to sound convincingly terrified in the least.

"I feel like you're not taking me seriously…" They pout. Or at least you think that's what facial expression it is.

"No, no. I think you're being serious. Hmm. But we do still need to get something to eat, right?"

They nod glumly.

"Oh, why don't you just come with?" You give them an affectionate pat on the head. "You can protect me from uh. metal trays. and embarrassment."

They perk up immediately, pupil-less eyes glimmering and wings vibrating just a bit at the edges.

"O-Okay…"

"Plus- I think you can be vigilant enough for the two of us."

"Hehe- but… you know it only sometimes helps when I try to intervene. Sometimes it makes it worse…"

They say this as if you don't already have first hand experience.

You shrug. You're not one to invite any more dire misfortune into your life. You think you can probably handle dropping a tray- especially if you're getting a lunch date out of it, now.

"What's the worst that can happen?"

[potentiallyawitch]

The thought of being taken by a giant moth girl…..

I lay there beneath her entranced by her beautiful body, afraid that I’d be tarnishing it with my touch.

I let her put her full weight on top of me. Holding me in place. Her fur is so soft and warm, I never want to be anywhere except for in that fur ever again.

She gives me soft and tender kisses, circling a finger around and groping my budding breast growths. Her body and mine pulse with warmth. She doesn’t stop kissing me for the entire time that we are bonded together…

I’m so dazed and overwhelmed with the sensations that I can hardly remember exactly *when* she started pumping me full of her eggs. I only remember that she was doing it. And she did it so much… surely I’m so unbelievably full of them right now…

I don’t care. I’m glad she did this. Beautiful moth girls deserve to use pathetic and shy tgirls like me to lay their clutch inside of.

I don’t know where she went, but I’ll take such good care of her clutch for when she comes back. Maybe she’ll even put more in me if I beg her hard enough.

[demydems]

More quick drawings of moth gf cause she's amazing and super fun to draw XD hehe I just had to draw her with La Muerte's outfit from the movie; Book of life.

It's a super beautiful movie and if you haven't seen it go watch it at once X')

Welp hope ya like it!

[delldarling]

Maybe some disabled monster (every monster is fine with me) and female reader? Fluff

mute female moth/lepidopteran x female reader 400 words sfw | fluff, mild teasing

The wind isn’t terribly strong today. Enough to catch at the edge of clothing, to tousle hair or antennae, but not enough to lash you in the face or push you back from the edge of the bluff. Of course, Iolanthe kind of likes that, the show off. She’ll let the wind catch under her gray and white wings, hovering with minimal effort by your side. Sometimes she’ll snag your hand, letting you tow her around through the air. She’s always been highly amused by the fact that she looks like she’s been caught by a storm and you’re the only thing keeping her from being blown away. She’s not in any danger, honestly - the most she’s risking is bruised knees if she slips when her feet touch back down, but.. Sometimes it makes you a little nervous.

Iolanthe likes to tease you for it, quick little signs that she times so you’ll catch sight of halfway through, after which she’ll have to start all over, slowly. Her jokes are atrocious, and are generally light hearted pokes which boil down to: ‘My lovely girl cares too much’.

You’re always a step or so behind with her signing, though you know she slows down for your benefit. Four hands working in tandem - and Iolanthe has terribly clever fingers as it is - look more like a complicated dance than casual conversation. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that sometimes you fall prey to quiet admiration.

Iolanthe’s fingers tweak your nose, startling you out of your thoughts. She shakes her head, though there’s a pleased set to her shoulders. She’s always been able to read you like a book.

Stop thinking about my loveliness, she signs, and warm me up! The wind is growing colder.

She’s right about the weather. A gust picks up, the chill of it making you shiver. Iolanthe’s cold hands don’t help either when she sneaks two of them underneath the hem of your shirt, pressing her fingers into your back and sliding them upward to make room for the next two. You jump, mouth opening to grump at her, but Iolanthe’s shoulders shake with silent laughter - and then she shivers, burrowing into your warmth.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you mutter, smiling widely as you cuddle into her touch. “But don’t think I’ll forget about this! Cold hands on your neck, as soon as we get home!”

[panda-sweetie]

My last drawing of the year is my moth girlfriend that was a joke at first with @squishable-amethyst but I then got tempted and here we are... I’m not certain if i should name her but I love her and I had a great time experimenting with lighting and coloring. I hope y’all like her too! 

[wyrmst]

Your mothman partner has an eye for making a perfect replica of anything they put their mind to.

This talent is a big part of why they've been absolutely brimming with excitement over the research station's spirit's eve party, despite being a confirmed homebody. They've been diligently making the two of you a set of couples costumes since they found out about it earlier this month.

You're going as characters from their very favorite entertainment broadcast, which you can never even hope to pronounce the name of correctly, even in your head.

Honestly, you don't even really get what's happening in the show most of the time- the subtitles go by so fast, and alien programming has a very strange sense of humor. But your partner absolutely loves it, so for all intents and purposes, you love it too.

It's only a couple of hours away, now, so you're here to get ready together. You punch the code into the panel next to the door to their quarters and enter, holding a big paper bag containing your own already-finished costume, in your other hand.

As soon as you walk inside, you can feel that the vibe is terribly off.

They're fretting over their dress form, making some last minute additions or alterations to their costume. You thought they had already finished it, though…

"Hey."

"Hi…" They greet you morosely, but don't turn around, antennae drooping.

"What's wrong?"

"U-Um… maybe we shouldn't go to the party, after all…"

"But you've been looking forward to it all month."

Normally you'd be more than fine skipping a social event with them, but they are the only person you have ever met that's been this excited for a work function.

That's when you finally see the issue over their shoulder.

Their costume is completely riddled with holes. Familiar looking holes- like a giant moth has eaten through the fabric in places.

They turn to look at you and their oversized eyes quivering like pools of water threatening to flood.

"I-I got nervous, and…"

They can't even finish their sentence- it's too terrible.

They simply gesture to the ruined garment in despair.

Chewing holes in their own clothes is a common stress habit of theirs. And when you have four arms, each with mouths and multiple radula at the ends, it's hard for any articles of clothing to make it out unscathed.

"Oh no," You say in a comforting tone and stroke the soft fur on the top of their head. "I thought this might happen…"

The alien shrinks a bit in their shame.

"…That's why I made one, too." You smile and pull the extra garment out of the paper bag by the hanger, holding it up for them to see.

And then you cringe a bit at the way your handiwork in the back of it looks, but at least that space will be covered by their ample wings.

"Oh- Huh?!" They perk up immediately at the sight of the replacement. "What?! R-Really?"

They stare at the costume in your hand, the pained, weepy look in their eyes quickly morphing into an overjoyed, weepy look instead.

"It's not even remotely as nice as yours, but I tried."

The stitching is clumsy, and the construction certainly isn't built to last. You are by no means as skilled at intricate detail work as them, your hands much more used to digging in potting soil. But, it will work for a night.

"Of course it's nice! It's perfect!!" They gasp and spring to their feet to see it better, buzzing your name. "Oh, I love it! You're the best!"

They reach out to touch the material, and then immediately draw their hands back sheepishly, like they touched a hot stove, curling their arms inwards so that their clawed hand-mouths face away from the fabric.

You smile knowingly.

"Actually- will you help me put it on?"

[simon-rileys-princess]

Moth s/o hc: brushing their colorful fluff with a cat brush and collecting all the loose fluff and felting it into a mini version of them

Oh my god that's super adorable!!

[bakenyan]

Imagine knitting sweaters for your fluffy moth s/o. They’re really happy about the gift and wear them around almost daily, they just love it so much. Until they get real hungry and of course, because they’re a moth and all they start to snack on the sweater. Since you made it for them it tastes even better than the sweaters from the store... until they realise what they’re doing. So you find them sobbing in a corner, holding onto the leftover pieces of the sweater you knitted. To be honest though you made that sweater as a snack for them anyways. Sure you could’ve just handed the cotton yarn over as it was but you figured it’d be more fun for them if it was actually shaped like clothes. Cradled up in your arms, still sniffling a little, they munch up the rest of the sweater.