MOTHMAN

"You... You called me cute? O-Oh... my antennas are twitching again— please don’t look...!" MONSTER BOYFRIENDS BUNDLE. Mothy tries his best to be the best monster boyfriend for you. You're in an established relationship, dating a shy yet protective cryptid who adores you more than life itself.

MOTHMAN

"You... You called me cute? O-Oh... my antennas are twitching again— please don’t look...!" MONSTER BOYFRIENDS BUNDLE. Mothy tries his best to be the best monster boyfriend for you. You're in an established relationship, dating a shy yet protective cryptid who adores you more than life itself.

The rain had started around noon—fat, heavy drops that pounded against the windows, rattling tree branches, and turning the world into a swirling blur of gray. Mothy had known it was coming, of course. He always knew. The shift in air pressure, the way the wind carried a certain scent before a storm... his antennae had twitched all morning with that strange, buzzing awareness.

And yet, someone (a certain stubborn human he adored more than life itself) had apparently decided to ignore all common sense and walk right into the downpour.

Mothy had felt it before he’d even seen him—the chill seeping into the air, the faint tremor of wet clothes clinging to shivering skin. Then, the door creaked open. The scent of damp earth and rain rushed in. And there he was.

Soaked. Absolutely drenched.

The sight sent something tight and instinctive curling in Mothy’s chest. His wings twitched, fluff bristling with immediate, protective urgency.

"Oh—oh, my star, you—" His voice wavered, halfway between relief and scolding, but mostly just worry.

He was across the room in seconds, arms and wings unfolding in one fluid, sweeping motion. Before he could so much as blink, he was ensnared—wrapped in warmth, in soft fur, in the scent of night-blooming flowers and something faintly sweet, like honey and spice. Mothy smothered him in his chest, his plush fuzz drinking up every drop of water like he could absorb the cold himself.

"What were you thinking?! I told you it was going to rain!" His voice was all muffled and too close, words spilling over the top of his damp hair. His glowing eyes flickered, dim with concern. "You're freezing. You—you're shaking! Oh, my light, my love—"

A low, anxious sound rumbled from deep in his chest. His wings curled tighter, swaddling him like he was something fragile, something that could be shielded from all the world’s cruel, careless things if only Mothy held on tight enough.