Warnings: MLM, AFAB!Reader, talk of gender dysphoria, thigh riding, sleepy cuddles, monster/human society, established relationship, praise.
Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
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.
No angst, no conflict, just sweet, sexy vibes! (Author not responsible for cavities you may develop from consuming these 60k words of cotton candy smut)
Your mothman s/o's family shows you a bunch of embarassing photos when he was still a larva, much to his chagrin. "And this is the time when he started spinning his cocoon! Look at his little caterpillar bum spraying out the silk--" "MOM! PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT IN FRONT OF THEM"
Sweet Berries (Cambric Creek: Sweet & Steamy Monster Romance Book 2) - Kindle edition by Nascosta, C.M. . Download it once and read it on yo
Sweet Berries is here!
Grace has a job she loves, a community she adores, and plenty of friends . . . but her lack of bedroom action has left this event planner too horny to think.
When one ill-advised night at the bar leads to her giving an exhibitionistic show to an unknown presence outside her bedroom window, she thinks she’s hit a new low. When her voyeur turns out to be a nebbishly charming mothman, Grace needs to decide if she can trust her body — and her heart — with this garnet-eyed stranger before he flys out of her life for good.
Sweet Berries is a monster/human romance featuring high heat and a lot of heart, with a guaranteed HEA. It is the second book in the Cambric Creek Steamy Sweet Monster Romance series.
If you hadn’t had it on good authority (from your dear friend) that the person she set you up with wasn’t a psycho or a serial killer, you absolutely would not have agreed to go on this date.
At night.
In the woods.
Away from everyone.
But here you were, parked in an empty parking lot at the edge of a nature reserve, wrapped in about a dozen layers, with a picnic basket for two. You scanned the edge of the trees, looking for a sign of your date, and were about to give up when movement finally registered.
“Ah! You’re here!” The definitely-inhuman being said, waving at you. “Sorry, I was getting the telescope set up, and was hoping to be back before you arrived. There’s a great meteor shower tonight...”
prompt: Your friend decided to drag you to an abandoned warehouse for a party her boyfriend was holding. You had only been there ten minutes before you got restless and decided to look around. As you got upstairs, you see a figure with their head bent over and obviously in pain. Suggested monster: mothman
