Male Monster x Female Reader
Years ago your family betrothed you to a great knight, and if you were honest he was a bit intimidating. He was so well loved in the kingdom and so dedicated to his job. He's also very handsome, which would be enough to intimidate you. To make things worse he's actually kind to you. But aside from that, he doesn't really show any interest in you.
He's actually out and about being a knight, leading armies, fighting wars, being a hero, more than he is near his fiancee. The wedding has been pushed back several times and you're relieved each time. Each time it's pushed back to say a silent thank you to whoever saved you. This means you don't have to try on a dress, which means no measuring or tailoring. You don't have to stand about all day half-naked as you get the dress fitted.
Well, until one day your father has had enough of waiting. He insists on keeping your betrothed around long enough for a wedding to take place. Your father drags the poor knight away from his work and forces him to stay. The knight insists he is needed, that if he doesn't return something terrible will happen. But your father doesn't listen.
Proceedings for the wedding take off at a record pace. You're fitted for your dress and you mother clicks her tongue at how big your waist has gotten. Like she has any room to complain. You're fitted for the dress and sewn into it for the big day.
You feel miserable, not just because you're packed so tight into your wedding gown it's hard to breathe or move, let alone eat anything. You just know you don't love this knight no matter how many good qualities he has. Sure, he's kind and handsome. He doesn't treat you any differently. You just know you will never love him and you'd prefer to be married to someone you did.
You're getting ready to walk down the altar, and looking towards the groom you notice he has a stressed look on his face. You know he doesn't want this either. You take your first step as the organ starts and then chaos breaks through the wall.
The wall behind the organ busts through, pipes and metal squeal and bend forward as lava turns them into a puddle. People are screaming and running and you're knocked to the floor. You're nearly trampled but the knight comes and saves you. He takes the sword from your father's belt, intending to fight the monster that's just plowed his way in.
"I knew this would happen!" He snarls. "Stand back!" He roars as people rush passed.
You stand behind the knight, too afraid to move in fear you might get trampled again. You look up, seeing the monster is a golem. Their body glows with a radiant, red heat and if it wasn't for the fact they were destroying everything in their path, you would think him beautiful.
The knight charges forward you to try to stop him. You run out, knowing he doesn't stand a chance with your father's old sword. Sure enough, the golem breaks it with one touch and he tosses the knight aside. He then turns his attention to you.
"What a pretty thing we have here," he laughs. He picks you up and turns to the knight. "Sorry to ruin the wedding but I think I found exactly what I needed." He tosses you over his shoulder. "Come now, love. Your blushing groom has work to do."
You kick and fight, trying to break free of him but he carries you out the way he came as if you aren't there.
"Let me go!" You struggle but he presses his palm down on you.
"You best sit still," he growls at you. His voice sounds like the earth moving and shifting. "You've already ripped that pretty dress of yours."
"I don't care about a dress!" You snap. You kick but you only end up hurting yourself.
He laughs. "Hard to put a dent in stone, isn't it?"
You manage to push yourself up and turn to look at him. His body, from looking, is made from stone, the cracks in it glow and underneath you can see the swirling flow of lava. Even if he has kidnapped you from your wedding, you still find it beautiful to look at. There are rows of spikes down his back that ends with a long tail. His face, if it is his face, looks like armor. You see just his mouth, the rest of his face is covered by strange plates of rock forming something that looks like fingers crossing over where his eyes should be.
"What do you want with me?" You grunt at him.
He smirks, "your groom."
You frown at him. "Then why didn't you just take him?"
His hand squeezes your rear you go still. Your eyes go wide as you realize he's groping you and enjoying it. "Watch it, pal!" You snarl and rear back, popping him in the mouth.
He laughs loudly and bounces you on his shoulder, his hand doesn't leave. "I took you because I know the little groom will come running. He'll bring his little army and he'll bring his biggest sword. He'll bring me the battle I want."
"Battle?" You remain still, realizing wiggling and struggling will only give him what he wants.
"Your groom and I have a lot of bad blood between us," he growls. "Why else do you think I would kidnap his bride?"
"Then why not just kill him?" You huff. "You had more than enough chance today. He was unarmed and unprepared."
"That would have been cowardly on my part," the golem growls. "And besides, I don't want to see him dead, I want to see him suffer."
"Then kidnapping me was about as dumb as you could get," you grumble under your breath. You look around you, seeing he's taking you seeing into the mountains. He takes you deep down through craters and cliffs. You come upon a wide door in the stone and as he walks through it, it seals itself shut.
"Where are you taking me?" You whisper, watching the giant door close up. It goes pitch dark all around you, the only light coming from the golem's body.
"You don't have to worry about that," he squeezes your rear and you yelp.
"Stop that!" You snap at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He chuckles, the darkness only making his voice that much more mischievous. "Softness is so hard to come by in my world. Forgive my hands for seeking it out."
You're not sure you should be terribly offended or extremely flattered. "Yes well...stay them as best you can!" You scold him.
"No promises," he laughs.
Another door opens and the wave of heat that comes from it makes your eyes water and your breath stop. He feels you tense up and he gives you a bounce.
"Only have to travel through here for a moment, love. If you need me to, I can rip the rest of that dress away." The smirk in his voice is almost as unbearable as the heat.
"Just move fast!" You snap at him.
The heat is suffocating. You have to close your eyes and bury your face against his body in order to feel some relief. You feel as if you've been there for hours you're so miserable. By the time he goes through another door you feel barely human. You feel like some gross slug melted by salt.
"You alive up there?" He growls.
"Barely," you wheeze.
He places you down, sitting you on the cold stone and it stings your skin. You wipe your brow and look around the room he's set you in. There is a bed and basic amenities but it looks like it was abandoned in a hurry. You then see a great window overlooking the land. The huge glass window is cracked down the center, a single arrow lodged in it.
"What is this place?" You ask. "Where are we?"
"Your groom knows," he says. He pours a goblet of water for you and places it in your hands. "You don't need to."
You look at the water, thirsty beyond belief, but you can't bring yourself to drink it.
"Don't you want it?" The golem asks.
"You said you wanted to make him suffer, so you take me. Why should I trust you at all?" You hold the goblet up to him.
"I have much more in mind than a simple poisoning," he pushes the goblet back. "I will not harm you. I only want to harm him."
You look back at the goblet and take a long, deep, drink. The water rolls down your throat and onto your chest you drink so fast.
"Slow, slow," he takes the goblet from you and refills it. "No need to drown yourself. I'm in enough trouble," he laughs.
You choke a bit, the dress was still tight as well as the undergarments. You haven't been getting a deep enough breath all day, and the heat didn't help.
The golem frowns and walks back towards you. You look up at him with wide eyes as his massive hands come towards you. He grabs you, ripping the dress and the corset with one mighty tug. You scream and try to fight away his hands.
He chuckles, taking your wrist and kissing your hand. "Think nothing of it, 'twas my pleasure," he grins.
You try to keep all your rolls and plushness covered with the remains of your dress. You're a little overflowing though. "Stop staring!" You snap at him.
"I can't," he shakes his head and sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. "A starving man will drool over stale bread. Well, I'm looking at a rather gratuitous cake."
You glare up at him, teeth gnashed and fed the fuck up. "Fetch me garments!" You bellow. "Something! Anything! Rip down a curtain for all I care! I am tired of you staring at me!"
He laughs, licking his chops. "Yes, love. Anything for you, love." He stalks away and you glare after him. Your face is burning hot, but you blame it from the hell he dragged you through.
"Gratuitous cake," you spit. You glance down at your body, your soft belly, and plump thighs. You've always been teased for your hips and thighs and ass. Why did he think this 'softness' was so alluring?
He returns and wraps a robe around you. The collar and cuffs lined with thick, lustrous black fur. "Better now?"
You grumble and cuss under your breath as you tie the robe around yourself. It's a little small, it opens revealingly at your chest and your thigh. You can't see his eyes, but you know that he's staring at you.
"You don't intend to harm me," you huff at him. "Then how do you plan on making my betrothed suffer?"
He smirks. "Oh, you'll see." He licks his lips and you notice that his black tongue is forked. "For now, rest up, love."
"Rest up?" You scowl.
"You've been through a lot today. A wedding, a kidnapping, me."
Your lip curls at his smug smile.
He motions to the bed. "Indulge and feel free to ask for anything."
"I want to go back home," you say as you stand.
He tilts his head. "Besides that. Ask for food and shit like that. Otherwise, consider this your home."
You glare at him and cross your arms over your chest, feeling his eyes bore into your cleavage. "Ok then, I know what to ask for." You step towards him. "Leave me alone!" You shove him towards the door and slam them in his face. You then bolt the door and storm over to the bed. You crawl under the covers and lay your head on the pillow. You don't sleep, but you find some form of rest.
You feel a chill in the air and when you lift your head the room is dark and cold. You grumble, sitting up and slipping out of the bed. There is no flame in the fireplace and you see no way to start one. You then see a spark and a fire roars to life inside. You stumble backward and clutch your chest.
"Rest well, love?"
You whip around, seeing the golem sitting by the wide window. "How did you get in?" You hiss.
"That's a door," he motions to the door and you see there's a hole where the doorknob should be. "And I am me, you do the math for that."
You swallow and turn back towards him. "Fair enough," you huff and plop down before the fire.
"It's warmer in my lap."
You roll your eyes. "Please stop."
He chuckles. "Have you ever had someone flirt with you before, love?"
"And stop calling me that!" You glare back at him. "And what you're doing is not flirting," you scold.
"Do you know what flirting is?" He asks. "Tell me, what have I said to you that is truly offensive? Have I not praised the gifts you've been given? Or should I be more direct? Oh sure, I called you a cake, forgive me that, I love a good, moist, cake." He stands up and walks towards you. He tilts your chin up towards him. "You have an ass I would start a war for. How's that?"
You slap his hand away. "Is that supposed to flatter me?" You scoff.
"Does it not?"
You avoid looking at him and instead stare into the fire.
"And what does your betrothed tell you?" He growls into your ear. "What compliments does he give you? Hm?" He kneels down beside you. "Does he even compliment you on your figure? Or does he just say how kind you are?"
You glance at him. "And?" You ask. "We don't love each other," you roll your eyes. "That's what I don't understand. How do you intend to make him suffer by kidnapping me."
His jaw drops a little and he scoffs. "You don't...and he doesn't-?"
"My family set it all up," you huff. "So no, my darling little groom doesn't compliment my figure. He doesn't even know me." You frown at the fire and huff. "So whatever evil plan you have to make the knight suffer, well, you kidnapped the wrong person I'm sure."
His finger brushes your hair from your face and gently tucks it behind your ear. "No. It will still work," he whispers. "It will just have a different outcome."
You glance back at him, his face too close. "Back up," you murmur.
He smirks, "as you wish, love." He stands up. "You're probably hungry. Let me see to that." He leaves for a moment but when he returns he carries a table into the room. When he sets it down there's a feast.
"Where did you get this?" You poke at the food and it's still hot.
"Never mind what castle will go hungry. Eat your fill." He pours you a goblet of wine and then drinks directly from the bottle.
You glance at him and shake your head. You didn't eat all the day because of the 'wedding' and your dress so you gorge yourself. After you've stuffed yourself like a pig, you sit back and snuggle into the chair.
"You look comfy," he says.
You sigh with content. "I'm full," you reply. You look over at him as he clears away the possibly stolen table. "Tell me your plan."
He chuckles. "It isn't for you to know."
"I'm involved," you huff. "I feel as if I should be in the loop."
He glances at you. "You said it wouldn't work."
"You insist it still will, so I think you should tell me what you plan to do to make him suffer." You tilt your head onto your shoulder.
The golem comes towards you and kneels down before you. "Kiss me," he murmurs.
Your eyes widen. "Excuse me?"
"Kiss me," he smirks. "Do that and I'll tell you what I intend to do."
You frown. "Nevermind," you turn your head away and he stands up.
"Offer stands, take advantage of it whenever you want," he laughs as he returns to his chair in the corner.
One night, you wake from a dream. You can't quite remember what it was but you get up to fetch a drink of water. You face feels flushed and hot, your body as a luxurious yet anxious feel to it. As you take a drink you glance to the corner where the golem usually sits. He's not there and you're surprised to find yourself disappointed.
You've been here for a little over a week now and you have somewhat grown used to his presence. He still does his flirting, which you've grown to appreciate to an extent. He still offers the kiss for information, but you continue to refuse it.
You go back to bed and as you crawl back in he comes through the door. "Out drinking?" You quip.
He flinches, turning and seeing you sitting up in the bed. "Awake I see," he comes to the foot of the bed and leans on the frame.
"Were you looking for me."
"No," you answer bluntly.
He chuckles and moves to sit on the bed. "Do you really not like me?"
"Hard to say," you answer.
"How is that hard?" He tilts his head. "Just admit you like me." He touches your leg under the blanket. "I like you."
"You've made that all too apparently clear," you smirk. "But I'll relent this once. Sometimes I like you, sometimes I don't. Right now I'm trying to decide."
He chuckles, the lava in him burning bright. "What can I do to sway you?" His voice is husky and dark and there's something about his tone that makes your heart hammer.
You swallow back a lump in your throat and try to keep your poise. "You could leave me alone."
He laughs. "I could," his hand moves up to your thigh. "But there's a certain heat to your body that tells me you don't want that."
You frown at him. "Then what do I want?"
"Not quite sure," he inches in closer. "I know what I want."
"The birds outside know what you want," you scoff.
"That's because I am honest with my feelings, love. You should take a lesson from me." He cups your cheek and his body feels so amazingly warm. You lean into it without meaning to. "Be honest for once. You're not cooped up in some castle where mommy and daddy tell you who, what, when, and where. You're with me. Like me or not you can tell me anything and I can promise it won't chip my flint."
You look up at him and you inch towards him, placing your palm on his thigh. "Compliment me," you murmur. "Do your...flirting as you call it."
"I knew you liked it," he smirks. He runs his hand down your back and gropes your ass again. "Just like I like this," he whispers into your ear. "If you ever took the offer to sit on my lap I could die a happy man." He strokes your thighs. "Crush my skull with these and I'd fight death to let you do it again." His hands move up to your belly. "Let me lay my twice broken skull here and I'll dream of it." He then runs his finger over your bottom lip and tugs at it. "If you'd let me lick one crumb from these lips I would gladly let that stupid knight stab me through."
You press close, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He holds you fast, his strong hands roaming your body as you press kiss after kiss on his lips. His tongue is hot and tastes like iron.
You have to force yourself to stop and you press your palms against his chest. "Animal," you growl at him.
He's grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, and?" He kisses you again and you cup your hands on his face, kissing him back. You then shove his face away.
"Stop this," you whine. "I can't take it!"
"Why? Too good?" He kisses your palms and nips your fingertips.
"Yes! No!" You moan and pull him back, kissing him heatedly again and sucking his tongue before you force yourself away again. "Why you?" You whimper.
He kisses your cheek and holds you gently. "Tell me why."
You look at him, wanting to kiss him more and knowing you want more than just kissing. You touch his face. "Do you really want me?" You ask.
"Only if you're giving." He smiles at you. "But yes. Like I said, I love cake."
You bite back a frown and you pop his cheek. "How can I have such strong feelings for you?" You murmur. "When even the knight couldn't stir anything in my stronger than a smile?" You kiss him softly, your lips trailing up his cheek and along his jaw.
He moans and grips your hips. "This is what I wanted," he growls darkly. "I wanted him to see what he loved ripped away, to see this tenderness you're lavishing on me. To be honest, I wanted him to see me making you cum."
You squeal and pop his cheek again. "How horrible!"
He touches you, turning your cheek to face him. "I wanted him to see you love me," he whispers. "His heart being held in my hands."
"Too bad," you huff. "He has no feelings for me." You kiss him again and wrap your arms around his neck.
"I can still make him suffer with you," he laughs a little wickedly. "He'll come to save the princess, thinking he's won. I'll take you again. He'll save you again. I'll take you each time. I'll make you love me more each time too."
You swallow back your heart and meet his kiss. He presses you into the bed and pulls himself away.
"Where are you going?" You whimper.
"Kissing is all I feel strong enough for right now," he growls. "I'm afraid, any more of your sweetness and I'll grow too drunk to hold back."
You sit up and grab his hand. "Why hold back?"
He kisses your palm and wrist. "You'll see why one day," he growls. He tucks you into bed and kisses your cheek.
"I don't want you to go," you pout.
"That's a damn first," he teases. "But you'll thank me in the morning." He leaves your side, going to his chair in the corner by the window.
"I've found her!" The shout makes you jump awake. You see knights coming through the door and your betrothed leads the way. It's a horribly disappointing sight. But this is probably what your golem meant the night before. He knew they were coming, you just wonder why he didn't tell you. You're taken by the knight and his men, 'rescued' they say. You escape the castle and ride away. You see that part of the castle is on fire and smoldering and your heart begins to ache.
"You're safe now!" The knight exclaims when you start to cry. "Why are you sobbing so?"
You rub at your eyes. His gentle touch as he wipes your tears away does nothing for you. You're worried and you didn't want to leave in the first place. Even if you didn't have feelings for the golem you still had more freedom there than at your own home.
"There's no need to worry, he won't ever harm you again." The knight says, sounding pleased as punch.
A dark, cold, gnawing sensation grips you and you turn back, seeing the castle fade into the distance. Was a kiss all you were left with?
The knight takes you to his home, a large keep near the mountains. He and his men rest up and celebrate their victory. You're given new clothes and are told to rest. You don't really care, you don't want to be around the knight and his men anyways. They had taken something from you.
That night while the men continued to celebrate you laid in bed trying to sleep, but all you could think about was him. You missed him and you were unsure if you should be mourning him or not. Tears started to slip down your face when you began to even ponder his loss.
As the first tears fell to the pillow there came such a raucous sound outside you bolted upright. There was a horrid roar and the sound of men screaming in terror. There was such utter destruction happening just outside your door. You shot out of bed and down the hallway. You ran for the nearest window facing the chaos and looked outside. There was fire and brimstone and the golem was tossing them like crumpled paper. You break into a big grin and rush outside. You stand in the doorway, watching as the knight and his men tried to hold him back.
You try to decide if you should play the damsel in distress or wilting martyr. As you ponder this you watch as some of the men are tossed aside and thrown towards the lake. You sigh and step forward.
"Princess don't!" The knight yells.
You stand before him. "Don't harm him!" You wink up at the golem. "Take me instead. Isn't that what you want?"
You see him grin and you bite your own back. "Bloodshed is what I crave," he snarls but he lifts you up. "Instead I shall take something sweet."
"You monster!" The knight bellows.
The golem lifts you over his shoulder and his hands rest on your bottom. "Be grateful for such a princess, sir knight. Count your blessings before they're gone." He begins to stalk away with you.
"After him!" The knight roars.
"But what about the fire? We have to put them out?" One of his men insists.
You realize as you're taken away that the knight was hiding something about himself all along. The golem was his obsession, or perhaps, killing the monster was his obsession. You honestly didn't care. All you knew was that your golem was getting exactly what he wanted. The knight was tortured alright.
Once you're far enough away the golem opens one of his doors, leading you farther away and go somewhere isolated. Once there you throw your arms around him. "I was so worried!" You gasp.
He laughs, "how come?"
You frown at him. "The knight talked as if you were dead! And when I saw smoke coming from the castle towers I assumed the worst."
He holds your cheek. "He certainly tried. And you offend me, love," he whispers against your throat. "How dare you think he could ever wound me."
You clutch the back of his head and whimper as he kisses your skin. "Forgive me."
He lifts his head and kisses you, pressing you close to his body. He grows warmer and his lava burns bright. You stroke his cheek and run your hand down his neck. He bites your lip and gazes into your eyes.
"Why did you stop?" You mewl.
He bites his lip and chuckles. "I was just thinking this isn't a fitting place," his voice is deep and needy. "Not exactly a palace or enchanted wood."
You look around at the stone and the molten river behind you. You kiss him again, standing on tip-toe to reach him. You shake your head. "Here is perfect." You take a step back and remove the tie around your waist. The robe falls open and you watch with glee as his breath hitches. You let the robe drop to the ground and he moves towards you.
He kneels down before you, kissing your chest and belly. His warm tongue traces shapes on your skin before he parts your thighs. You whimper, gripping the back of his head as his warm tongue laps over your folds and pushes deep to find something truly sweet. Your knees buckle as his groans and snarls. His licks and kisses become hard and driven. His warm tongue grows hot and he melts you from within.
He pulls back, licking his dewy lips and he stands before you. He lifts you up and presses your back against the wall. His palm is firmly gripping your rear while the other guides his cock to your sex.
You whimper, trembling as you feel him rub against you.
"What's wrong?" He whispers.
Your lashes flutter as you look up him. "You're so hot," you wriggle your hips to feel him more. "And big."
"I won't hurt you, love," he murmurs as he leans in. He licks your lips. "I only intend to make you melt."
You meet his kiss as he presses into you. He stretches you and you moan as he fills you. He's big and warm like you said. The shape of him is curved and there are ridges along the shaft that rub you in the most pleasing way. You can feel him bulging inside you.
"How do you feel now?" He grunts.
You gaze up at him, biting your lip as you tighten your inner walls around him. You watch as his mouth sags open and his tongue nearly lolls out. You smirk, rolling your hips. "Much better now." You moan. "Please...give me more."
He adjusts himself, nodding as he begins to move his hips. He pushes deeper before he pulls out. He then rubs himself to you and slips back inside again. You cling to him, panting and mewling as he moves inside you. You touch his face, feeling your body swayed at his touch.
You touch where his eyes should be. You want to see them, gaze into them. As you think this, the cover lifts. It folds back like a blossom and curls towards the back of his head. One eye blinks open at you. It's black like onyx but warm like his fire. You touch his face and smile, pulling him close for a kiss. He moves faster, harder. You moan into his mouth and whimper. Your body begins to tremble as you feel more than just heat wrack your body.
He chuckles against your neck, biting and kissing. "Your expression is far too sweet," he moans. "This is the face I wish that bastard knight could see."
"Hush," you scold. You cover his mouth with your hand. "Don't talk."
He nips your fingertips. "Please, you love it when I talk." His hand on your ass squeezes and kneads. "You love it when I touch you." He grunts, slowly his hips to a near torturous pace. "You love when I tell you how much I want to touch you," he growls into your ear. His tongue swirls inside and you whimper, trying to move your hips to make him fuck you more.
"I know you love every ounce of attention I give you," he whispers. He moans softly and you shiver. "I love giving it," he says. "I want to see your cheeks turn pink and feel your lips pressed against me. I want you to rub your ass against me in the morning. I'll give you everything if you just give yourself to me."
You squeeze around him. "You have me," you pant. "You're holding me now. You're inside me where I want you."
His eye blinks slowly.
"Please," you mewl. "I just want you now."
He kisses you, moving his hips again. You cling to him as he begins to move faster. He snarls and pants and he grows warmer and warmer. Something oozes inside you, hot and thick. You gasp at the sensation as it begins to flood you. The heat takes over your core and you squeeze tighter all around him as your body begins to spasm. Your thighs quicken and hug his waist. You cry out, bellowing almost as you feel more and more. He snarls and growls, almost animal as he bucks into you, thrust you back. You can feel the heat oozing out of you, globs of it splashing onto the floor, but he continues to move inside you.
Eventually, he slows. His knees begin to give and he slowly eases to the ground. You back slips down the wall and you lift your head to look at him. He's panting and heaving, still gushing his own form of lava inside.
"Mm," you moan. "There's so much."
He kisses you, hungrily too. You moan, holding his face in your hands. "Down boy," you pant. "You'll keel over if you aren't careful."
"Worth it," he pants. You feel his cock slip out of you and you clench yourself tight to keep his heat inside you.
"Did you mean it?" He whispers, kissing your cheek. "Do you want me?"
You kiss him, soft and sweet. "Of course I meant it." You kiss his closed eye. "No one makes me feel the way you do."
He shudders and then smirks. "Good. I'm going to eat you all by myself."
"Stop referring to me as cake," you pout.
He then chuckles excitedly. "Actually, right now, you're kind of a cream pie."
You pop his cheek and frown. "I may love you but I'll still put you in your place!"
"Good. I like that too." He kisses you again and lays back, holding you to his chest. "I'll take us back in a bit. Just let me recover."
You snuggle up to him. "No rush to go anywhere." You murmur. "Will you always come back for me?" You ask. "When the hero comes to save me."
"Every time," he whispers. "I'll always steal you."