ok idk if you're writing requests about her but ngl ever since that "breed or be bred" post you made i've been thinking like 24/7 about being bred by the Vampire Moth šµ can't get her out of my mind omg šš
Uhmmmm may have gotten carried away here š«£
But likeā¦. Sheās just such a good combination of ātrying so hard to be respectful,ā and āso overwhelmed by her own instincts and needsā š©
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CW: dubcon (Darling thinks theyāre having a fantastic wet dream), slight somnophilia, oviposition/egg laying/breeding, oral/eating out/rimming
Other info: bottom Darling, power bottom Darling?
Too hot. You toss and turn, unable to get comfortable enough to sleep. Your body is burningā¦ an untimely combination of hormones and a broken ac in the middle of summer have you sweating and squirming out of the lightest set of sheets you own.
Your fan whirls uselessly overhead, clicking faintly on its highest setting, rivaled only by the cicadas and crickets outside. You sigh. Obviously you arenāt going to sleep any time soon. You escape from the twisted up sheets to get some water, and come back to try opening the window, hoping for a breeze.
The balmy night air washes in, a sweet honeysuckle breeze soothing in its coolness. Your sigh this time is one of relief. You stare out into the dark woods. The branches of trees rustle in the soft wind.
Youāre still too worked up to sleep, but now you can at least do something about it without getting heatstroke. You lay back in bed, content to pleasure yourself to sleep on a lazy summer night. Blurry visions of wet dreams, and a figure singing to you outside your window, wash over you like gusts of the breeze.
Saturnia watches, as she always does. She loves seeing you sleep, seeing you so peaceful. She keeps watch while you pleasure yourself, too, though the heat and shame that washes over her is immense. Surely itās wrong to watch you like this, but she canāt seem to tear her compound eyes away from your writhing form.
And the smellā¦ you smell absolutely divine, even if she only ever gets the faintest whiff from outside your house. But tonight, with your window open, the musky scent is overwhelming. Saturniaās wings and antennae flutter against the breeze, claws digging into the soft, wet wood of the branch sheās perched on. Sheās fighting her every instinct to stay away, but that smellā¦
And she can hear you, too. The rustle of your sheets, your faint breaths and moans, the wet sound of your fingers inside of yourself. Her sense of hearing isnāt the sharpest, but every noise you make is overwhelming in the best way.
She canāt fight her urges after all these months watching you from afar. She flutters to your window, lingering shyly at the threshold of your residence.
āPleaseā please come ināā
She takes this as permission, creeping closer inside, drawn inexorably to your warmth and scent.
āPlease come inside me,ā you pant, eyes closed and body tight. Saturnia squirms from the corner of the room sheās watching you from. Her slit feels tight and wet. She has to fight to keep her ovipositor from coming out.
Finally you cum, the rush of hormones sending you into a blissful, sleepy state. Your eyes flutter open, landing on Saturnia. She freezes, fearing your reactionā will you scream? Yell? Try to hit her?
But you just smile dreamily, presenting yourself to her, hole still loose and wet. Saturniaās wings flutter behind her, shocked at your forwardness. But your smell grows stronger as you spread your legs, and Saturnia canāt help but be drawn in.
She slides over, dragging her long tongue over you again and again, the softened tip of it dipping inside to taste you. She canāt help her ovipositor sliding out, dragging against your already sweat-soaked sheets. Your hands reach down, stroking her head and antennae with wonder.
She lifts herself up to set her head against your neck, chirring softly against your skin. Her sharp teeth nip at your shoulder when you reach around to feel her wings. She licks at the skin in apology, oblivious to your desire for her to bite harder, only to bite her own tongue when you tug at her wings in response.
Saturniaās hips roll against you at the flashes of pain, ovipositor grinding wetly against you. She chirrs again, seemingly content to keep grinding against you for now. The sound is interrupted by a lower rumble when you reach around and line her up with your entrance.
Saturnia holds you still by the hips, gently pressing herself inside of you. She clicks softly, chitinous lips pressing against your cheek, and gently moves you into a mating press.
It feels so right, so natural. Saturnia canāt even think anymore, canāt try to talk herself out of this. Her mind is all flashes of light and static, overwhelmed by you. You wanted this, wanted her, arms and legs straining to pull her closer.
You cum again and again, delirious with pleasure with each egg Saturnia presses inside of you. Your stomach feels tight and warm, the eggs soft and wet inside you, more fitting than you thought possible. When sheās finally done, Saturnia stays nestled inside you, gently licking away your sweat and any pleasured tears that may have fallen from your sweet eyes. You fall asleep in her embrace, warm and sated in a way no other lover could give you.
You wake up alone, satisfied but aching, reliving the delicious dream youād had the night before. Exceptā¦ your sleep shorts werenāt always this tightā¦ were they?
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UHMMMM WAIT B4 I GO i wanna ask about your personal feelings for your hie jungkook? like do you personally hate his character or love his character? Like a hate-love relationship with him? Like you hate him yet you sympathize with him because you've created him so you know what's going on with him or you hate his character but love him from a writer's viewpoint or GIRL I DONT KNOW YOUR RENDITION OF HIM HAS BEEN EATING MY MIND FOR MONTHS NOW LIKE I FEEL BAD FOR HIM BUT I ALSO THINK HE'S A MASSIVE DICK BUT TRULY AFFECTING THE EMOTIONS OF YOUR AUDIENCE IS A SIGN OF BEING A GREAT WRITER SO KUDOS TO YOU INCREDIBLY MUCH MYGOOOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH,, and also your notice of writing a sequel for hie for oc and the man she doesn't end up with (Ā“;ļøµ;`)(Ā“;ļøµ;`) wthhhhh it's like you're holding a delicious meal over our heads knowing that we can never get it you sadistic human being /j ,,cant the 3 of them just hold hands and sing kumbayah?? wahhhhhhh yet thank you for giving a response to my previous question EVEN THOUGH IT MADE MY HEART ACHE MUCH MORE SEVERELY NOW,,,,,, have a great week please ļ½”:ļ¾(;Ā“ā©`;)ļ¾:ļ½”
NOOOO IM SORRY š„ŗš„ŗ i just had to give the truth to you instead of covering it up š„ŗ iām sorry bb.
well, i mentioned before that heās one of my favorite characters iāve written. like i do sympathize with him, i know heās trying to be a better dad for junho. but with ocā¦heās not giving anything for me at the moment. from whatever heās done - it just feels like lust. if you really look at it.
i donāt hate him. but iām not a fan of his character at the moment either. but heās still my fave since i feel like i crafted his personality to perfection (if i do say so myself)
yes a sequel š© i havenāt started writing that yet but i do have the outline and itās gonna be another angsty one š«£ pls a delicious meal ??? šš i know yāall are gonna eat it up tho š but pls tysm for reading and being here to discuss it all with me literally makes me SO SO happy šššš¤š¤ have a great week yourself <3333
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