moths usually begin mating after a female moth releases a pheromone to attract a mate. gently requesting a mothman where he mistakes your perfume for said pheromones and smut ensues
(your dilf mothman lives in my head rent free)
Ooo! Moth facts and someone also infested with moth DILF thoughts!
A treat! Sadly I did not make this my moth DILF, but still mof!
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It was a spur of the moment purchase, the perfume was good and reasonably priced so you bought a bottle and a small travel vial to carry in your bag, what you hadn't expected was coming home to your roommate and having him freeze up at the scent of you.
It was an innocent offer to have him smell your new scent, holding your wrist out for him to sniff, only the moment his face was close to your wrist he seemed to zone out. Red eyes fluttered and grew hazy as he stepped closer, wings spreading as he pulled you into him, letting out small soft chittering sounds as he practically huffed the scent of you mixed with the perfume, it's cute in a strange way, calming as well the little noises he lets out as he pulls you closer.
You'd not really considered hooking up with your housemate, but the way he is looking at you and rumbling so softly, so sweetly at you, it's definitely becoming something you could consider if he was going to keep looking at you like this.
Considering became doing, as he led you out of the kitchen and into his room, black out curtains and dim lights make the room feel like a cavernous expanse. He's practically glued to you as he guides you back onto his bed, face buried in your neck as he purrs softly, soft words of how good you smell, how perfectly this is timed, dragging his hands along your sides as he adjusts how he looks over you, making quick work of stripping you down and raking his eyes across your body.
Sure the perfume made the scent of you more distinct, yet somehow made what he had already caught faint whisps of more tantalising but the more layers he pulled from you the more the need to know just how good you smelled in the throws of pleasure grew.
This evenings bad photo marker scribble!! I like moths and I like mimic things, so I put them both together to make a moth mimic! (Have been kinda consider modifying my moffy blog mascot too)
This fella really really reaaaaallly wants to be seen as cute and cuddly but can't seem to dodge the "has way too many teeth to look safe" allegations 8>
How Luan got his name. // nsfw // MDNI // scratching // breeding // cockwarming // no proof read // word count: 0.8k
“You like the moon?” you ask softly, pointing towards the glowing orb that casts a pale light, making the cold night air shimmer.
The creature beside you lets out a soft chirp, a high-pitched sound that seems to tell agreement.
You hum, taking in his ethereal form- tall, dark, and lean with sleek fur. His eyes, wide and the deepest shade of ruby, reflect the moonlight. He’s gorgeous.
“You’re kind of like the moon, ya know,” you murmur, your gaze trailing over him. “Lunar, dark, quiet… breathtaking.”
A shuddering breath escapes your lips as he steps closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping you despite the chill in the air. He lowers his head so that it's above yours, warmth seeping into your skin.
He traces his clawed fingers along the curve of your neck to your cheek, it tickles making you giggle. Turning to face him fully, you rise on tiptoe and nuzzle into the soft, downy fur of his neck.
“You always feel so nice. You’re always so… magnificent.” You let out a quiet laugh. “just like the-.”
A sudden thought brightens your eyes. “Luna! That should be your name.”
He tilts his head, a deep, rumbling whine vibrating through his chest. He glances between you and the moon, a silent request for something that feels sincere.
“Okay, okay,” you soothe, rubbing your thumb gently against his cheek. “Something more personal, more… you.”
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The next morning, you immerse yourself in your small, beloved library, pouring over historical texts and old-time lore. Mythology and folklore have always been a passion of yours. Page after page, book after book, until you stumble upon the literature “Luan Zhi”- beautiful, virtuous wings… also referred to the moon.
“Perfect!” you exclaim, feeling a rush of excitement. This name would suit him perfectly. You can’t wait to share it with him!
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That evening, you find him perched in his usual spot. Your fingers brush over his wings, marveling at the blend of black and white fuzz that feels softer than silk.
“I found a name for you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He’s already watching you, those dark ruby eyes gleaming with curiosity.
He lets out a soft, encouraging chirp, urging you to continue. You can see the anticipation flicker in his gaze.
“Luan,” you say with a smile. “Wings of the moon… my Luan.”
His eyes widen, sparkling like diamonds as he absorbs the meaning. In one fluid motion, he pulls you against him, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. His hold is tight, desperate, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.
A deep, resonant purr emanates from his chest as he breathes you in, his mind clouded with need. He’s intoxicated by the warmth of your scent, memories of being inside you flaring up with an almost painful intensity. His claws sink into your sides, drawing a soft yelp from your lips.
Luan pauses, concern flitting across his face as he checks if you’re unharmed. You nod, fingers threading through the thick fur at his nape. Your cheeks burn with arousal, a slick heat pooling between your thighs.
“Luan,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need. “I crave you…”
His length, already hardening, presses insistently against you. Without hesitation, you peel away the fabric that separates your bodies, baring yourself to him. His fur spikes with arousal as he takes in the sight, his claws gently tracing over your wet folds, drawing out soft whimpers from your lips.
You’re grinding desperately against his touch, soaking his fingers with your slick. It’s too much for both of you; your desire has reached a high. With a trembling hand, you grasp his thick, curved shaft, guiding the pointed tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him, the stretch of his girth drawing a moan from deep in your throat.
His claws dig into your hips, pulling you down onto his lap as he ruts up into you, the force making you gasp. Your chests are pressed flush together, your nails tangling in the plush fur at his neck. His thrusts are urgent, each one driving you higher, closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come- oh, gods, please, Luan, come inside me!” Your words are muffled against his fur as you clench around him, your climax crashing over you in a wave of bliss. He groans, a guttural sound, as he spills deep within you, his grip never wavering, holding you in place to fill you completely.
Breathless, you collapse against him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I love you, Luan,” you murmur softly, glazed eyes fluttering shut. His arms remain wrapped around you, keeping his softening length buried in you, possessive and gentle, as if he could keep you safe from the world forever.
And in this moment, in the quiet of the night beneath the watchful glow of the moon, you know he will never let you go.
A/N: Welp that’s Luan idk what else to do for him… anyways likes, reblogs, comments appreciated ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
May I have a croissant and a red velvet cake please?
[Afab reader]
Just thinking about them fucking you during a business call!! It wasn't fair!! You had them first, so why would Jingyi pick up the phone!!:( And after that, it only felt like Rishen's thrust got heavier and faster!!:( And the only thing that's stopping the moans from leaving your mouth is Jingyi's hand wrapped around it!!:(
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 jìngyí & rishen ⊹ ۪ ࣪
. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 mad scientist x afab!reader, mad doctor x afab!reader, spider monster x afab!reader, moth monster x afab!reader, mantis x afab!reader, snake monster x afab!reader, yanderes x afab!reader, villains x afab!reader, cw: smut, business call fucking shenanigans ꒱
a moan threatens to rip out of your throat, doing everything to keep it back despite the other part of you telling you to spite your husbands and just let it out in the middle of the call.
why should your heart hold any care for the business people your husbands talked to whenever you were getting fucked into the bed after a long day. it was so unfair whenever they picked up the calls, they could wait!
“keep quiet you fucking whore.” the scientist would rasp against your ear quietly, fucking into you quicker, despite his own words. it’d be a bit hard to keep quiet when your skin met his and clapped loudly into the room. all jìngyí had excused it as was that something was being fixed in the house.
your thighs jiggled every time rishen’s hips would meet your ass from behind. cunt quivering and fluttering around his cock each time it got thrust in a bit further than last.
“p—pl-please— pleas—” you whined into jìngyí’s hand quietly, as quietly as you could.
it wasn’t funny anymore, you were so close. so close to falling into absolute bliss and each time rishen would chuckle and huff into your ear. edging you on, waiting for the phonecall to end so that he could give you all that you needed and wanted.
but the doctor was the cruelest, and continued the conversation with the business man on the other line, asking him how things had fared as of late.
