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bloodyinkandquill · 4 months ago

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Pest x moth Reader

ok so side note, when i was checking his wiki as i do before every request it mentioned him having FOUR EYES, with a link to yeucc stating that fact, but i have never once seen him depicted with four eyes nor do i see it on their design in game, does anyone have any info on this because i need to know more, anyways hope this is good haven’t done one of these in a while

- ‘Like a moth to a flame’ well more like a moth to a bug hybrid with glowing eyes, and for once, he didn’t push someone else away, so good job!

- Pest’s eyes glow, and it activates the light seeking part of your brain so you will just for uncomfortably long stretches of time stare them directly in the eyes if you’re in a dimly lit space, or a room with no other light especially, once or twice you’ve accidentally reached out to touch them but they bat you away because well, that’s their eyes

- While he does know not every bug hybrid has the same traits, bugs are a very diverse classification, he does find it rather interesting that you’re fluffy rather then scaly like him, as he has an exoskeleton and you have soft fur in some spots, (yes i know moths have exoskeletons too just go with it ok?) though your wings aren’t fluffy they are very soft, far softer then his specie’s beetle wings, sometimes he’ll absentmindedly run his hands over them due to their softness, it feels nice but you do worry about his sharper claws being so close to your fragile wings

- They speak beetle to you a lot, do you know what they’re saying? Nope! But you respond in moth and have two completely different conversations, it’s almost a running joke between you two, since if other people saw you they’d assume you were having an actual conversation, not that you have no clue what the other is saying, after all you both don’t have the vocal cords to actually speak each other’s languages

- If you have the ability to fly he will never admit it but he’s jealous, he’s supposed to be able to fly, he has wings, but they’re fused to his body (canon) and so he’s never been able to, and while he never says it he envies your ability to, usually he ignores it though, why long for something he’s never had after all?

- If you’re being very moth brain when they’re trying to get work done they just hand you a small circuit of a switch and a light bulb so you can turn the bulb on and off repeatedly and leave them to work on stuff, is it maybe a little embarrassing? Yeah, but also LIGHT, so you can’t complain to much, and they let you stay next to them while working just don’t want to be bothered too much

- Pest will help you clean your antennas if asked, it’s the body part you impulsively clean the most after all, it allows you to smell and see better, he’s super gentle since they’re sensitive, he might grumble that he’s waisting valuable time but he doesn’t mean it, though he will swat you away when your instincts make you try and clean his upper mandibles as thanks, they are two very different things in texture and use but your brain says they’re basically the same thing because they’re in the same place

- If you go out somewhere together they will very begrudgingly hold your hand, they don’t like physical touch, but they know that on occasion if you see a bright light you will just immediately walk off towards it, so they hold your hand to stop you from wondering off out of nowhere, they chitter in an annoyed way but they secretly find it a little endearing, they will never tell you that though, they’d rather die

short? yeah probably, but oh well it’s themed around specifically moth hybrid reader so oh well, i have general pest x reader hcs already anyways, hope yall enjoyed now to work on the next one

#x reader #regretevator pest x reader #pest x reader regretevator #regretevator pest #pest regretevator #regretevator #regretevator x reader #pest x reader

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kabr0ztrousers · 6 months ago

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Got a request! A rich male alien that adores and loves to spoil a fem reader who is his captive lover. She tried to escape and he gives her a choice in punishment. She chooses the least threatening one which is to be the refreshments for a party he's hosting. Whatever the heck “refreshments” mean. She'll know when her tits get bigger and start to leak a lot.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 26: Disciplinary action

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Lactation; dubcon; noncon; intox; Interspecies; sextoy use; lack of liberty; sexual punishment; cunnilingus; some femdom; it's a fun time

A/N: This is the last request in the box 😱 If you have an idea you'd like me to write into being, have a kink you want me to indulge, or just want to tell me my writing's hackneyed and uninspiring, please please please click my profile and send an ask, a DM, it's all open. Do it now before the post-nut clarity hits!

And with that out of the way:

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It's been six months since humankind was bought in a land deal. Most of your race exists in vast facilities where they're milked like cattle, kept alive on a mixture of algae and drugs. Some still live in cities on Earth, playing pretend that the world hasn't ended for the benefit of tourists. The rest are like you: domestic housepets.

You touched the back of your skull, feeling the almond-sized implant your owner put there. Somewhere between an ID and a shock collar. You don't know what happens if it triggers, and hopefully you'll have it cut out before you find out. A chittering sound echoed over the ships tannoy. You listened intently. The Chitinid language may sound like a can of dry peas being dropped down stairs, but it's intelligible if you learn how. You catch the important parts.

You'll hit the jump gate in 20 rels, then be in witchspace for another 30. You know you're in Sol at the moment. 20 rels is about an hour old-Earth time. Plenty of time to get to an escape pod. If you time it just right, you'll jettison on the Solar side and the ship will be God knows where by the time they notice you missing.

Now's the time to make your move. You hurry down the azure-lit hallways of the starship. Your clothing isn't meant to be easy to move in, all wispy fabric and high heels. It's not doing anything to preserve your modesty, rather drawing the eye to your bare tits, ass, and pussy. The Chitinids don't even have compatible genitals to fuck a human with, but it still seems to be fashionable to dress their pets like they do.

Playing the idiot housepet has its perks. Chitinids don't expect you to understand them when they speak their language. Humans can't make those kinds of sounds, and they're capable of speaking Human languages, so English, Spanish, and Mandarin tend to be the common languages. Nobody challenges you as you pass them, they barely look at you.

At last, the escape pod door. Now just to open the hatch.

You realised your mistake as soon as you touched the controls. A heat radiated from the nodule at the base of your skull. Static radiated down your spine. Your arms went to sleep, then your legs. You collapsed into a heap, limbs twitching.

You don't know how long you stayed there. You felt the lurching sickness as the ship jumped to witchspace, then the reverse-headache of regaining normality. Only then did your owner appear.

He was as grotesque as the rest of his race. A huge beetle, stood on its spindly hindlegs, the stopping slouch of all Chitinids keeping him no more than about 4 or 5 feet tall. The two left forelimbs held a staff, some symbol of office. In his right he held your remote. He clicked a button and your arms came back. You dragged yourself to a sit, your legs still twitching and numb.

Your owner walked away, leaving you to drag yourself behind him using your arms. The bastard was leading you back to his cabin, you were sure of it, but he was taking the scenic route. He made sure to pass every damn member of the crew, the chittering laughs turning your face red with embarrassment and rage. At last you reached his quarters. Two armoured security guards stood to attention as he passed them.

"So. You are the rebellion. This to be punish." He still hasn't got the hang of English. "I am generous owner. Pet gets to choose punish.

You glared at him, silent hatred burning in your eyes

He didn't notice, or didn't care. "First option: Brig, I turn on your collar and you stay in brig for week or two" Staying in the brig without even the use of your limbs? Not particularly enticing. "Second: I get male Human from friend. You make me many more pets" You almost shuddered at that one. "Third: We travel to a business deal. Big party after. You give refreshments"

Ok. Two nightmare scenarios, or a shift working hospitality for some assholes? Fuck, you were a cocktail waitress before the world went to Hell, it'll almost be nostalgic. "Three" You spat the word at him, and he sat back.

"Good. Party in a day. Put on nice clothes. Best behaviour, or you get brig and I get more humans." You bit your lip, you knew better than to try and backtalk him when he got like this. Especially not now you know what the "collar" implanted in you does.

He switched your legs back on after you'd left the cabin. You could at least walk properly back to your room. You whiled away the time imagining yourself cracking open his carapace like an overgrown lobster, before dressing in some fresh silks and making your way to the docking umbilical. He was waiting for you there, chittering with another one you didn't recognise, also holding a staff.

You could see the other ones pet. A young man. You shivered to look at him. Angry welts criss-crossed his back. While your silks were revealing, they were comfortable. He was dressed in leather straps, over-tightened and decorated with spikes pressing into his skin. He was gagged tightly, a rubber ball stuck in his mouth and a strand of drool leaking down. His genitals were bound up in a shiny cage, indicator lights flashing on it occasionally. You noticed he would twitch and groan when they did, it was probably set up to electocute him periodically. You knew better than to ask, but this was probably your prospective mate if you misbehaved tonight.

"Are we early?" You asked as sweetly as you were able. Your customer service voice was a little rusty, but you had all night to practice.

The Chitinids laughed "Right on time" The new one spoke much better English than your owner. "But you're not fully dressed."

You felt a sharp pain in your ass. Your owner had stuck you with something. You shot him a glare, but they only laughed harder.

You stepped into the party, and the room looked at you. Most were uninterested, paying more attention to the beetles behind you as you let yourself be ushered to the centre of the room.

A rail shot up around you, and an azure containment field snared you. Your arms lifted above your head and hung there, pushing your tits out. You felt strange, a tingling feeling spreading across your body.

Your tits started to ache.

The man you saw in the umbilical stepped towards you, gazing up apologetically as he knelt down. He parted your legs.

You felt fingers press against your pussy, gently rubbing into you, making your body respond. You felt yourself getting wet around him and could hear the sound of his fingering as he played with your hole.

One of the guests stepped towards you, and loudly chittered at the crowd. Something about a story, a couple, drinking, milk? Wait. Milk. Fuck. The guest produced a flask from its exoskeleton and tipped your head back, pouring the contents down your throat. You gagged at the bitter taste and the stinging burning as it flowed down. Then you moaned as your pussy became dripping wet all at once. The man's fingers slid inside you and you came hard. Your body seized as you shook in the containment field. His fingers kept pumping up into you as he buried his face in your pussy. You writhed as you felt a tongue lapping at your clit, his gag must have come off.

Your chest felt heavy, you looked down and saw your tits were growing. They were already twice as big as they were before and weren't stopping, ballooning cartoonishly more and more with every moment. You gasped and cried as the man found your g-spot, another orgasm hitting you like a train and making you lift your legs as your body tried to double over, held upright by your wrists. You'd settle for wrapping that man's head in your thighs, keeping his tongue where it belongs.

The constant stimulation along with the drugs brought you to another orgasm, then another and another. Your tits had stopped swelling now, though they're still way past conventional bra sizes. You could still feel pressure building in them, growing with every passing moment.

A servant Chitinid approached with a pair of devices, clear plastic cups with valves on the stems and strange modules inside. It wasn't until he fixed them to you that you understood. They're the devices used in the farms. To regulate flow of milk from the cattle. The servant turned a tap, and you felt it start extracting milk from you. The feeling of being milked, on top of the fingering and riding the man's face was too much. Your head rolled back and you screamed put your orgasm to the cheers of all the Chitinids present. The servant filled a glass with your milk and fed it too you, warm, creamy and sweet. Then the rest came, each filling glasses and chittering to one another as you came over and over again, barley giving the man working your cunt enough time to breathe between squirting your orgasms into his face.

The party lasted for hours. By the time it was over the man had already passed out between your legs and was slumped on the floor, long since replaced by a curved vibrator. Your tits were still huge and set you off balance, tipping invitingly forwards as the spigots leaked the last of your milk.

The containment field snapped off. You fell onto the unconscious man, startling him awake. Your owner stood over you, alone but for the servants and you two humans.

"Male's owner, tired of him. Sold to me for two thousand credits. You both mine now. You two get along. Make me more humans."

He walked away. You struggled to your feet, still dripping from the spigots attached to you. You helped the man up, you told him your name, he told you his.

You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted

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A/N (again): Just taking the time to reiterate what I wrote at the top, if there's anything you want to see, anything at all, let me know. Ask soon and you might wind up prompting the next episode

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gur0beetl3 · 9 months ago

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I really need to work on my regretevator au

Like it absolutely is just kind of a something is wrong/different au, with a few notable marked differences such as PartyNoob being a robot and Mark possibly being associated with or tormented by Folly in some way shape or form, but I don't have much for it otherwise other than some massive calamity happens and the entire dimension is destroyed leading to everyone getting scattered throughout different dimensions and I wanna plan out more for it tbh

also Pezt (Pest's name in this au) and Folly are vengeful exes that initially started working together for some larger goal, it turned romantic, then it turned sour

Pezt and Poob never actually met because Poob was stuck in Mr's cult, and instead of witnessing a cult sacrifice, they were the cult sacrifice

P-006, Poob's current vessel, was a robot being made by Pezt for companionship because he was suffering big time from isolation and really, truly, wanted someone he could at least talk to sometimes, Poob just died at the right time and their spirit came to possess the mechanical shell that was being built. Pezt just thought that the companion he had built was just had a particularly eccentric ai when no man that's a whole ghost in there

I'm debating if i want to sprinkle some barkbeetle angst in because barkbeetle is absolutely a ship of mine now even if the larger main ship is partybeetle because god Pezt and Poob remind me of my gf and i and we ship them for that reason

but something something saving someone you love from a terrible fate something something Pezt not wanting to give up on Mark and letting him become lost to Folly

i also just might make the endgame ship for this au barkpartybeetle,,,, i am Debating It,,,

oh also Mark fell victim to folly's manipulations and machinations out of desperation for initially wanting his ex husband back that then turns into "oh god i don't want Pezt to get hurt through all the work he's doing"

I've got concepts for Folly, Pezt (Pest), P-006 (PartyNoob), Wallter, Mark, and possibly MR and Gnarpy and maaaaaaybeeee Spudddddd??? that's it so far,,, but ourgh I want to do more

also here's a wip of Pezt's design :]

i'm still trying to input his 3 other arms into it and then i wanna start to get clothes figured out for him too lol

#beetle chitter #mdni #regretevator #my art

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