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.”
——
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!
——
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
Warnings: MLM, AFAB!Reader, talk of gender dysphoria, thigh riding, sleepy cuddles, monster/human society, established relationship, praise.
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It had been a long day. Work was a pain in the ass, you were late for your bus, and worst of all... dysphoria was a bitch today. Trudging into your apartment that you and your boyfriend both rented, you kick off your shoes and beeline towards the bedroom.
Your boyfriend is already on the bed, fairylights turned on and creating a cozy atmosphere. You don't even let him get out a greeting before your crawling into bed and flopping on top of him, burrowing your face into his fluff.
Gentle hands reach up to gently cradle your tired body, washing away the stress of the day. "Long day?" He asks, his voice deep and soothing. You nod in response, sniffling softly. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks gently and your heart aches, he was so sweet.
"Just... entitled karens and gender dysphoria. I just wanna go to bed." You mumbled out, your voice barely audible, but his sensitive hearing picking up on it anyways. He lets out a few clicks, a soft comforting noise that all but made you melt into your mothy boyfriend even more.
"Oh baby boy." He coos out. "Well you can't sleep in your binder." He says and you whine out in protest. Surely one night in your binder wouldn't hurt? "No whining. You know the dangers of sleeping in your binder. Let me help you, okay?" He says, his voice gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument.
You huff out in continued protest but allow him to reach for your hoodie, two hands reaching to tug off your hoodie while two others unbutton your jeans. You grumble and complain softly but allow him to tug your clothes off. He strips off your work shirt before finally reaching for your binder, pausing for just a moment. Silently asking for consent, quietly waiting for your permission.
You give it, grumbling out but still lifting your arms so he can tug it off. He lets out a few more clicks in praise before finally tugging off the garment. You let out a breath as the tight piece of clothing is taken off.
"Do you ever wish I was a real boy?" You ask, your voice soft, chest tight with insecurity, big eyes blinking up at your boyfriend. You see his antennae twitch, his version of raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, baby? You are a real boy. You're my handsome boy." He murmurs as he helps you tug your hoodie back on.
You soften, letting him tug you down beside him, chest to chest as he holds you close to his body and tugs the blankets up around you both. "You know what I mean." You mutter back and his strong hands tug you closer. "And you know what I mean, little light. You're just as much of a man as any male, just because your body looks a little different doesn't mean you're not a real man." He says back, his voice taking on that firm but gentle tone once more.
You pause for a moment, snuggling in deeper and tangling your limbs with his more. "I'm sorry... It's just... I'm really dysphoric today." You say softly, hands clutching onto him. You feel you're boyfriend duck down and pepper your head and hairline with kisses. "Don't apologize, my love. We all have hard days. That's what I'm here for, darling. To help carry your heavy burdens." He says gently.
You can't help but tear up a little. He was good at this. Reassuring you, drowning you in love, smothering you in sweet tender care that you didn't think you deserved but somehow still found in his quiet strength.
"I don't know what I'd do without you." You breathe out, hips now gently rolling over the top of his thick thigh. His antenna twitch again at the movement, but he decides not to comment on it. "Probably live off of ramen noodles and redbull." He teases back lightly, making you laugh tiredly.
"Probably so, yeah." You murmurs back, burrowing your face deeper into his moth fluff, hips grinding harder into his thigh, whimpering softly. "You're so good to me." You whine out, hands gripping your boyfriend's sleep tank top.
Two of his hands silently reaching down to grip your hips and help guide your movements, soft whimpers leaving your throat as the heat in your core starts to build up with each roll of your hips. "Oh baby, I enjoy caring for you." His voice comes back with, deep and soothing, making you grind down harder.
"Love you so much, baby." You whine out, panting softly as you build up the heat in your body. Your moth boyfriend clicks back, nuzzling the top of your head. "I love you too, my sweet prince." He coos out gently.
You cry out softly as you cum, voice muffled by his fluff as your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, your boyfriend continuing to coo out soft praises, moving your hips to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.
Finally, his hands still, allowing you to rest contently against him. "Feel better?" He asks gently, wrapping his arms snugly around you. I sigh out and nod. "Much. Thank you, baby." You murmur sleepily, resting you head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
His hands rub soothing patterns on your body. "Anytime, pretty boy." He says back, resting his chin on the top of your head, the two of you snuggling together until you pipe up again. "Would you love me if I was a worm?" You ask suddenly, making him sigh out in exasperation before rumbling out a deep laugh. "Yes I would, now go the hell to sleep." And so you do, safely tucked into his multiple fluffy arms.
I read this beautiful fic today, recommended by a Twitter mutual. The writer is one of my favourites who truly understands who Sam and Dean are and proceeds to show the readers rather than tell. Masterful!
Premonition by cherie_morte
Sam and Dean hunt the Mothman. The Mothman doesn't hunt them back.
"Stay don't move please," you wearily voiced into the dark.
When you spoke it worsened the strain you were feeling, your face contorted in discomfort. Even the thought of being moved was enough to get you squirming and whining. On your aching knees, hunched over, knuckles turning lighter in color, and eyes fixed ahead.
The sounds of the city outside your home were overshadowed by your ragged breath. All you could hear was breath and beating heart. You couldn't endure this any longer. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. You desperately wanted to move and finish what you started, and backing out now was far from being a feasible option.
"Fuck." Feeling a slight slip up on the other end. You physically couldn't take much more of this.
Your grip on the material you had bunched in your hands was loosening, and your reign on things was beginning to drastically falter.
"O fuck me" you breathed out frustrated, resting your head against a wooden frame. You could feel yourself getting tuckered out from this ordeal, feeling yourself becoming flushed with a light layer of sweat coating your skin. This was a good time as any now and fully let go. Knees and thighs sore from holding your still form, you began to move, releasing yourself of this hold.
"Ahhhh," you moaned out, watching in disbelief as the blanket slipped off the chair. Frustrated you threw yourself back onto the cool floor. You wasted your time doing that for nothing.
Heated at how the fabric refused to stay in place no matter how much you adjusted it. You flopped onto the hard floor to cool down. The cool ground felt refreshing on your steamy body. You didn't even want to look at it at the fort at the moment. Knowing you would just give up if you tried again immediately. You decided to rest your eyes and give yourself some time to collect yourself. Giving yourself some time before getting back to work on it.
Why wouldn’t it stay when you wanted it to stay.
Perhaps you should've just waited for your partner to bring you the supplies and figure out what to do from there. Of course, you being you, you got a little impatient eager.
It wasn’t a minute till you felt a presence hovering over you- watching.
Cracking open your eyes, you saw standing over you was a large humanoid moth-like creature looking down upon your disheveled form. Holding a batch of items in his arms, curiously staring at you. Tilting his head, confused as to why you were on the floor and.. sweaty?
"Hey, you grabbed the stuff I asked for?" You asked. Not wanting to get into the details as to why you were down on the ground defeated.
He nodded.
"Cool, well just give me a minute more. I'm almost done here. I still need to fix some things." Launching yourself back into a sitting position, getting back to work on keeping the blanket in place, only for it to slip off the wooden dining chair again.
Groaning over the fact that you were making a fool of yourself- especially in front of Mothman. He shouldn’t have to see in all your shame. Meantime, Mothman was just standing there completely unaware of what's going on still, but content to be part of it.
Internally wallowing to yourself, unsure whether you should continue or throw yourself into your half-done structure and call it a night.
Then it hit you.
Recalling that you asked for Mothman to bring duct tape. Looking back, scanning through the items within his arms. You successfully spotted the tape that was cradled within his right arm.
"Can you pass me that duct tape in your arms?" you pointed.
"No, not that"
"it's right there. That's not it."
Redirecting him and pointing out what you wanted, only to end up playing a guessing game. Sifting through each item, and saying no to everything he held out. How he was able to get the supplies you asked for? You'll never know.
After the first ten items, Mothman dropped all the material onto the floor with a thud. Thinking it would be easier to get what you wanted. Unsurprised, you stared at the pile straight lip. “No problem that is just as effective."
Crawling to the pile in the middle living room of your home, to grab the roll of tape.
What started as a calm night alone, became a little date night-with Mothman coming over uninvited. This wasn't uncommon he did this quite often, but you never turned him down always glad to welcome him in. That and also the fact you didn't want a seven-foot monster outside your window scratching at your window like a stray cat begging to be let in and draw attention to himself.
Bringing you up to speed now, putting together a fort. Clearly, rusty, it's been some time since you made a blanket fort. It wasn't your fault, you were always busy to do anything like this. Even if you did have the time, it just never occurred to you to do so after a long day of work. Usually, the closest thing to this, is you grabbing a throw blanket and pillow onto the floor with maybe some plushies and calling it a day.
But with Mothman in the picture, you had to get creative with things to do at home. Meaning you coming up with indoor activities and not go out in public at all. So no causal stroll by the park, or popping into a nice establishment and chat. As amusing it would be going out, you couldn’t do that for Mothman’s safety and especially those around. Leaving you both to see each other deep in the wilderness at night, in the abandoned TNT facility where the Cryptid resided and here in your home.
And you both managed to keep each other occupied- getting into ridiculous shenanigans. There wasn’t a day you were bored of one another’s company, even when you both had nothing to do. It was always a good time. And today was any different.
Tapping down the blanket against stile of the chair and now the moment of truth. Removing your hands and...
It didn’t move. It stayed.
“Finally!” throwing your arms up in triumph. Behind you, Mothman watched your mini victory pose. Unsure what you were doing with your arms in the air he mimicked your gesture.
“Alright, just a few more things.” Walking back to the heap on the ground, pushing and gathering all of it into the fort to do some final touch-ups. Leaving Mothman to awkwardly put his arms down as you disappeared inside.
Decorating and organizing the interior of the fort, striving to make it as pleasant and comfy as possible. Knowing that Mothman probably hasn't experienced this before. You wanted this to be perfect. Well as perfect as you could, given that you already used tape.
Amid you’re scrambling, a curious and impatient Mothman wanted a quick glimpse, to get a clue to what you were doing. He figured it was shelter, but why make another within your home.
As quiet as he could, he tried to lower himself onto all fours - to sneakily get a peek inside. Unfortunately, due to his large stature mixed with the old floorboard, you were alerted of him snooping by the sound of squeaky floorboards.
“Not yet." You said, popping, catching him off guard, in the act.
Surprised he just looked down, pretending he was looking at something interesting. Squinting your eyes, you went back inside.
Once you were back inside, he was back to his antics, and once more you heard his attempt. "Not yet" you reminded, poking out once more before going back in.
Of course, that didn't stop. He tried his hand again and you knew him too well, you were quick to scold him from inside without having to peer out.
Startled, his antennas and the fur on his body puffed out. How do you see him? Looking around to see if you were behind him or somewhere else in the room. Are you still in there? A valid reason for him to look inside now, he chirped eagerly. “Nice, try. I’m still in here and you can’t come in yet,” you announced.
Defeated, he deflated and resigned himself to sitting on the floor picking at the rug. Fortunately, he didn't have too long.
"Okay, you can come in" you called out.
You were content with the work you did both inside and out; well mostly inside. A couple of plush blankets laid on the ground with pillows lined against the walls of the interior and little something extra strung around. But there was still a good amount of space, that even Mothman could probably fit inside. Reaching for the electric lantern, to illuminate the area. You heard shuffling behind you- figuring it was the Cryptid making himself comfortable.
Lantern in hand you turned right around, the light flicking on, and was greeted with misjudgment.
Guess not you thought.
Seated smack dab in the middle, Mothman had unceremoniously become a support beam for the structure. His head pitching up the sinking portion of the blanket up. Clearly, this wasn’t large enough.
"I thought this would be big enough." You huffed to yourself.
You felt positive this was big enough, thinking to yourself - trying to see how you could fix this. Whereas Mothman just did his own thing and took matters into his own hands.
"Maybe if you-“You trailed off, watching him crawl further inside before rolling onto his back, laying his head against a pillow you set near the walls of the fort - stretching his legs across the entire interior and his feet simply hanging out from the entrance. “Or that. That's fine too."
Inching closer to him, you noted his pleasant demeanor, his chest rising steadily as he breathed in deeply, his fur ruffling up and flattening back as he exhaled. His limbs going completely slack, his muscles loosened. He was completely at ease.
“Comfy?” you teased.
He chirped in response.
"Well, I'm about to up the ante," you crawled over across his torso, reaching for a switch just near him.
"1,2,3" with a click, the interior light up with a soft warm golden glow of fairy lights strewn about all over. Though it may be cheap lighting, its beautifully sparkling bulbs filled the area with a warm, cozy atmosphere as well giving you a sense of awe just as it did for Mothman.
"Do you like it?" You asked.
Sitting up with wide eyes, Mothman gazed on with the utmost sense of wonder, transfixed on the lights and nothing else. As if he was in a world of his own. This wasn’t anything new, honestly, this was one of the first things you noticed when you first met him. And you’ve seen his habit time and time again. But you could never grow tired of it. It was quite adorable.
"I’m assuming so.” You chuckled.
Your laugh snaked its way into his enraptured mind, knocking him out of his trance. He stared at you, nearly forgetting you were there. As luminous and beautiful as the light was, there was something missing.
It didn't take long for you to catch Mothman's sudden change in behavior-still as statue and eyes locked on you.
"Mothman?"
Without giving you a chance to ask, he moved toward you, lifting you from your spot like some common house cat with ease; body slack and no resistance. He placed you right in his lap, before laying back with you laying on top of him-your back against his chest.
This was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You shifted into a more comfortable position, Flipping over onto your stomach, propping your head up with one hand while the other lightly stroke at his chest- you peered down at him. "Better?"
Mothman sunk further in his spot, completely in bliss, and if that wasn't proof enough Mothman purred even louder in pure content. Now it was perfect. Wrapping his arms around you, hugging you closer to him-making you rest your head on him. You smiled, digging your head further into his plush chest.
He finally realized what you made, it was a nest for the both of you. Thats why you were so eager to make this. He couldn't wait to put this fort to good use. But seeing how hard you work on this, he could only guess how tired you were after put this together. So he'll let you rest.
The strong vibration from his purring perforated through your body. Whatever tension or stress you had melted away. It was enough to slowly lull into a nice slumber.
Well there go your movie plans in here. But that was okay because this was better.
Together you both laid there in silence. The beat of his heart keeping in rhythm with yours along with the ambiance of the city outside your home. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with you. Sheltered under a flimsy but cushiony fort. You eventually succumbing to sleep while Mothman stayed up to keep watch - enjoying whatever time he had left with you till heading out before dawn. Until the next night, when you could see each other again. So for now, you both held each other in each other's arms on this soft summer night.
It’s getting cold, and you’re warm. // mdni // sfw
Luan is needy.
The chill in the air seeps through his soft fur, sending shivers that never seem to end. All day long, he’s cold, trembling, and there’s only one thing that can make it better, you.
You’re so warm, Luan wishes nothing more than to have your arms wrapped around him at all times, the softness of your skin and the comfort of your embrace.
He walks closer to you letting out a light grunt, staring at you with his wide pleading eyes.
Smiling, you open your arms already knowing what he wants.
“You poor thing, it’s so cold out, isn’t it?” You tease ruffling his fuzz, gently caress his face, giving him a quick tender smooch on his temple.
He huffs into your neck, listening to your steady heartbeat, the rush of your warm blood flow, Just being near you, listening to you exist, feeling your presence, makes everything else, even the cold fade away.
I myself love cold weather bc it means I can control my own temperature at home. And now that I have Luan, I get to snuggle with my them ♡ I'm sorry Luan, but I'd wish it was always cold so we could never be apart ♡
Don’t fret even in the hottest days of summer he can’t keep himself off of you. ‹𝟹
Luan (Mothman) x reader ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Heat wave
MDNI // suggestive // Can’t sleep?
You toss and turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep. You let out a groan, kicking the mattress. “It’s too hot.” Your whining doesn’t go unnoticed by your big baby of a mate. Luan turns and stares at you, wide-eyed, chirping as he looks down at you.
Your whole body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making you look like you’re glowing in the dim light. Luan likes that. He leans down, lifts you up, and places you between his legs, cradling you.
You let out a deep, exhausted sigh-his fluffy body isn’t helping with the discomfort of the heatwave torturing you.
Luan runs his claws down your arms to your waist. You stiffen. “Luan, I’m tired-” He ignores your complaining, running his hands from your waist to your legs, gently pulling them apart. “Luan, please,” you say, turning over to glaring at him in his wide ruby eyes.
You huff, relaxing in his hold. “You are gorgeous,” you tell the creature you’ve come to love, placing a hand in his ruffled fur near his neck. “I’m tired,” you sigh, shutting your eyes and basking in his embrace. “Just hold me, you enchanter,” you joke.
Luan tilts his head, resuming his caress of your body, holding you tight, as if you might drift away in your sleep.
You hum, relaxed at his light touches. Lifting your head to look at him once more, you see he’s already looking at you. His face doesn’t show much emotion, but his eyes…
“I love you,” you whisper against his neck, closing your eyes. Luan lets out a soft chirp, pulling you even closer to him in his protective grasp.
