Okay, so this is my first ever story post on here, and I’m a bit out of practice so please excuse any errors or mistakes that I happen to miss. If I do decide to write any other stories, just know that they’ll more than likely be reader inserts and definitely male reader inserts.
As a gay man, it sucks that there aren’t enough gay monster boyfriend reader insert stories. So, here goes nothing lol. I hope you all like it.
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There’s an orc standing at your door when you step outside to get your mail. As a matter of fact, he’s been coming by quite often. One day, he just started showing up and no matter what you say, he always comes back.
His hand is raised, poised to knock on the door before you opened it. You can’t help but let out a sigh of frustration. What is it THIS time?
“You’re back again, I see. You’ve been coming by here so frequently recently. Are you ready to tell me what it is you want?” You’d debated calling the authorities numerous times, but for some reason you kept holding off. You didn’t sense any hostility or danger from him. In fact, almost every time you stood before him, he’d get nervous and hurriedly walk away.
This time, however, feels like it’ll be different. You sense more courage from him this time, which is hilarious to think about. This 7 foot, wall of muscle, being scared of a man he’s twice the size of? Surely not.
You surprised when you hear him clear his throat.
“Um,” he begins to say, “h-have you been enjoying the gifts I’ve been leaving for you?” He’s holding unflinching eye contact with, waiting to see what you say. You almost don’t know what it is he’s talking about until it crosses your mind.
Every day since he started showing up, he’d leave little gifts for you before he would hurry away. Little wood carvings of birds and other little animals. Baskets full of fruits and vegetables. Expertly carved deer meat and warm, fluffy wolf pelts. Among plenty other things. While you were very grateful, you were also confused as to why.
You’d tried asking around town. Your neighbors, people at your job. But no one would tell you anything more other than you would find out sooner or later. When the time was right. It didn’t help that you weren’t originally from this town. You’d only just moved here a couple weeks before this orc started coming around.
You’d heard tales about this town. A town where monsters and humans lived together in peace and harmony. You’d honestly thought people were pulling your leg, but everyone you heard from all swore that it was true.
And now, here you were, staring the truth right into its emerald green eyes. You had to admit, he was quite the handsome guy. Thick, muscular biceps that you were easily able to see because of the vest he wore. Equally thick, muscular thighs that the pants he wore hugged just right. A gold septum piercing and several different rings. Long, jet black hair, perfectly braided into a plait, beads expertly woven in it. Tusks that jutted up from his bottom lip and several earrings pierced into both ears. And a ruggedly handsome face to complete the picture.
Yes, you couldn’t lie. He was really good looking. However, despite how good he looked, you still had to get to the bottom of his constant visiting.
“Yes, actually. I’m very grateful for all the things you’ve been leaving for me. Especially the little wood carvings. They make for cute decorations”, you say. That causes a smile to grace his features and the tension in his shoulders to ease up slightly.
“Good, good. I’m glad to hear that”, he says. He clears his throat again and suddenly looks more nervous again. Which makes you a slight bit nervous yourself. “W-well, then it’s time that I move on to the next step of the courting ritual.”
Wait. Courting ritual? What is he talking about? You go to ask for some clarification, but before you can say anything, he’s dropping down to one knee, kneeling in front of you. He bows his head and closes his eyes, extending an arm out to you, the palm of his hand facing the sky. His other hand has been placed on his chest, right over where his heart is.
“Would you do me the honor of being my mate? I promise to provide for you, protect you, and give you anything and everything you may ever need.” You can’t help but be completely dumbfounded. Be his mate? You barely even know this guy!
“Whoa, hold on a minute”, you say, taking a few steps back and holding your hands up. At the sound of your footsteps retreating backwards, he raises his head and opens his eyes. “I mean, don’t you think this is pretty out of the blue? I don’t even know your name. You don’t even know mine, for that matter! And I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. You’ve barely spoken a word to me until now.”
He gets even more nervous at that. Then, he’s closing his eyes and bowing his head again. “R-right, my name. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you”, he says, chuckling nervously. “My name is Dolvik.”
Dolvik, huh? You can’t help but think it suits him. Not wanting to be rude, you give him your name in return. He repeats it with a soft smile. “That’s a nice name. It suits a handsome man like yourself.”
And now you’re blushing. Thank god he’s not looking at you right now. “W-well, thank you, um, Dolvik. Now, if you could explain what exactly this is all about. What’s this about a courting ritual?”
He looks back up at you at that. “You don’t know? I, uh, I thought you were at least aware of what was happening. I figured someone in town would have told you.”
“The only thing they would tell is that I would find out when the time was right. Can you explain it a bit more?”
“Of course. So, all the gifts that I’ve been leaving are part of the ritual. They’re a way to show you that I can provide for you and take care of you. You accepting those gifts means that you accept me as your mate. All that’s left is to ask you to be mine and for you to accept. Once you place your hand in mine, then we are officially mated.”
This is out of this world. You thought this stuff only ever happened in fantasies and fairytales. He’s still kneeling in front of you, however, now he’s making very intense eye contact, no doubt waiting to see what you say next. His hand is still extended out to you, waiting for you to give him your hand.
But, you don’t feel like you can do it. It feels so sudden. I mean, a courting ritual? Being asked to be his mate?
But, looking into his eyes, you can tell he means every last word. They filled with sincerity. But you can’t just readily say yes to a man you barely know, no matter how much he means what he says.
“Please stand up, Dolvik”, you say. You catch a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes as he does what you say. He’s standing at his full height, looking down at you, hands nervously balled into fists at his sides. “I… don’t think I can just accept this. It’s so sudden and out of the blue.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, shoulders hunching in disappointment. “That’s understandable. Y-you barely know me, after all.” You can tell it hurts him to say it. “You can keep the gifts and everything. I made and prepared it all just for you.” He’s turning away from you now, preparing to leave. You can feel how crushed and rejected he feels.
You feel a sudden urgency to make sure he doesn’t go. Something in you can’t bear to let him walk out of your life, never to be seen again.
“Wait!”, you exclaim. You’re suddenly rushing forward and grabbing one of his hands before he can walk away. He’s turning back to look at you, uncertainty in his eyes. But there’s also a slight glimmer of hope in them too. He turns fully to face you and you let go of his hand and take a few steps back.
“Like I said, this is very sudden and out of the blue and I can’t just readily accept such a heart felt confession like that.” You close your eyes. You can still feel his gaze on you. “However, it wouldn’t hurt for us to get to know each other better.”
You hear the rustle of clothing and open your eyes to see that he has knelt down in front of you again. He goes to cup your face in his hands, but stops just short of touching you, unsure. You surprise him by grabbing his hands and placing them on either side of your face. You keep your hands where they are over his.
“Really?”, he asks. “Do you really mean that?” He’s starting deeply into your eyes. It feels like he’s looking directly into your soul.
“Yes. With complete sincerity. I’m not entirely sure how things will go, but I’m more than willing to give it a shot.” His eyes light up and a huge grin spreads across his face. You see his eyes begin to shine with tears. You release his hands and reach out to wipe some of the tears away. The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever had, your face planted right into his chest. You return the hug as best you can, wrapping your arms around his wide, barrel chest to the best of your ability.
“I promise”, he says, “that you’ll have everything you’ll ever need or want.”
And you believe every single word.
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And there you have it! What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Needs improvement? I’m open to any suggestions or constructive criticism.
Maybe I’ll right more in the future. If anyone has any ideas, shoot them my way.
Bye for now!