Imagine telling orc boyfriend that you are going to get a dog. At first he is all for it, thinking a guard dog would be perfect for you, especially when he goes away to battle.
Then you walk in the door with a tiny furball of a puppy and he is just like WTF?!?
He wanted you to get a dog for protection, not a little fluffball that fits in the palm of his hand.
At first he absolutely refuses to even acknowledge the tiny pup, especially when the puppy starts interrupting your alone time đż
Even worse you make him take the pup for a walk one morning when you donât feel good, the teasing from his friends was merciless for weeks.
He finally comes around when you both take the small pup for a walk and he notices that the little thing barks at every male that gets too close to you.
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Orc guard who is in love with you (prince/princess?). Heâs so good at his job because he would still kill anyone that tried to look at you sideways regardless of if he was getting paid or not. Youâre the first human to ever be kind to him, and one of the few people to not make fun of him for not having tusks (a very rare genetic mutation among orcs).
âWell, you not having tusks will just make it easier for me to spot you in a crowd, and Iâll know youâre mine,â your bright smile almost makes his knees give out.
No one requested an orc fic so I just made one myself tehe
Pls leave comment i love proof of life
The salty autumn air no longer brings the same joy as it once did. Bad luck seems to have plagued your town's crops, seeds from prior seasons were lost by irresponsible hands, four months without a drop of rain and the night prior another pack of wolves snuck into the farm and ate the last of your corn. Your town was still lucky to have enough grain and venison to trade but in such a bad condition that no human would want it
You picked the last few grains and enter inside your home with your parents, your father scowls at the little grain left "i suppose we should we grateful that orcs eat anything, scavages" he mutters distastefully
The only creature your town's mayor could find willing to trade was a far away orc tribe. Whom were set to arrive at mid-morning in a few hours.
Your mother nods as she knits a warm blouse for the upcoming winter "hopefully they won't be here for too long, " her voice screeches with pretentiousness "I heard they like to take their sweet time
Your father grumbles as he grabs his axe marches outside, probably to take his anger out by cutting wood
"Y/n dear? Open up the stand, before the last of our flowers wilt"
You nod and turn to grab the cart of your family's flowers, softened and dull but not yet dried out. âMother, when will Christian arrive?â you ask, Christian, luckily someone wanted to marry you, it was hard for your family to try to find you a husband for you really have nothing to offer, no riches no estates or land in your name but luckily Christian didnât care.
âThe spring dear, once the weather is better he will visit and you will wedâ
You couldnât wait, you were bored of this town, and once youâre wed you will finally leave this place with him, who knows what youâll get to see.
You pack the rest of the flowers into carts as you daydream what he will look like, Christian always sounded like a light blonde name, mother said he was 24 so maybe heâll have stubble, thick eyebrows, a soft gentle faceâŠ
"and y/n?"
You perk up from your thoughts and turn to her, "Yes mother?"
She doesnât look up from her knitting "Refuse service to any orcs you see".
You falter, you havenât had a good meal in two weeks, your mother was trying to elongate a stew for days but by now it's basically just flavored water. "Money is money, mother " you try to say gently
"You know how your father is, he won't let us touch coins that have felt those green fingers " she shivers in disgust, âi suppose it wont matter anyway, what orc would have a need for something as gentle as flowers?â she scoffs and laughs hearty
"I..." you want to say something, how much flowers you weren't able to sell this season because people have been saving their money for food, no one had money for flowers, but you bit back your tongue and nod "y-yes mother "
In the central of your small town was the market place, stands set up through the edges of the entrance to the town, frantic and desperate to sell, you go up to your families old market stands, wooden supports that hold up a tarp on the ceiling and act as a back wall while the front was a table with crates of extra flowers that of course, would not be selling. You didnât even try to sell the products to passerbys, you just felt too guilty asking people to spend their money on flowers instead of food. So you slide the chair to you, sit down, fold your arms on the table to make a good enough pillow and go to sleepâŠ
You perk up at the sound of many horse neighs, wiping the now dried drool on your cheeks, you look up and watch in awe as the huge muscular horses trot past, everyone around you seemingly pulling down the ceiling tarp to close their stands as they walk past. Meanwhile you were too busy being flabbergasted at the sheer mass the horses had to be in order to withstand the weight of their riders. Five orcs, all humongous with huge biceps, wide shoulders, skintones of variations of green. But their hair was surprisingly well kept, shiny and black, slicked back into long thick braids,no frizz for ages. Oh gosh a barbarian has better hair than I do-than I ever will!
They trot past you to the end of the road where the mayor's house was, jumping off their horses and giving their reins to the mayor's assistant presumably to bring to a farm, and enter the mayorâs home...and then you go to sleep. You lean forward while everyone opens their stands back up again.
"Excuse me" says a deep voice from above, god is that you? Is this heaven? Are you here to take me away-How come it smells like spruceâŠ
I flutter your eyes open, the first thing you see are outrageously big shoes-omg, THE OUTRAGEOUSLY BIG SHOES OF A CUSTOMER, YOUR FIRST ONE IN WEEKS
"Are you open?" You jolt up straight and wipe the still wet drool off your cheeks, your eyes still adjusting, "of course sir-" your eyes widen wide once the blob of green focusâs, it was one of the orcs,
He was taller than the stand but bent over to a foot above your height, he had long thick framing pieces of hair that hit at his chest. His face is sharp with wide jaw muscles, and he had dark and nicely saturated green skintone, almost healthy...in fact, handsome. His has thick brown leather tunic pieces squeal and clank with metal chest plate embedded into the leather as he leans down to your height. Out of all the unearthly features, you couldn't stop staring at his tusks.
Your expression must have been more shocking than normal, because his brow raises "something wrong?" He has an accent, deep with firm jaw movement his tongue gliding with sharp rs and k's that almost roll, grumbly g's that seem to also end with r's and you perk up with the missing âtheâ
"N-nothing" you think past to what your mother told you, but how would father know whose money was who's? You couldn't last another bowl of thin broth for dinner. "How...how can I help you"
He gestures with a calloused hand to the roses "people buy these?" He asks gruff with such aggressive curiosity you can't help but giggle
"Yes"
He scoffs "why not sell weeds? why would anyone buy one"
"Well...they're pretty, men get them to give to their wives. Also because they are pretty, people enjoy looking at them."
He tilts his head in understanding at the roses "they are rather lovely"
You sigh in relief "they are" you lied, looking at the sad excuses of roses you had
"You do seem to have an abundance of them" you say suspicious
"No one has money for anything except food and water."
He huffs and straightens up to dig into his front pouch "isâŠthis your only source of income?"
you're taken aback by that, "i um, well my father does cut wood,"
he scoffs "everyone can cut wood, all ya need is an axe"
i sigh exacerbated "okay yeah we're also not doing much better than everyone else"
you finally glance puzzled at the sudden quietness. Everyone was too busy staring daggers into you and this orcs back. A butcher slowly cutting through his meat menacingly, a mother hiding her child behind her skirt as if the sight of the orc wasnât appropriate for children.
Meanwhile he digs into his pocket and drops a bag so heavy that it dents the your front table. One thick gold coin fully rolling out "tha' enough for all of them?"
you gawk at the gold a minute too long "o-oh! m-more than enough!" enough for three days of meals, and by then the mayor would've distributed the produce he got from the sale.
even though you're not looking up at him, you can hear a smirk in his voice "good"
you look up at him with an amazed smile "wow, you orcs must be well off"
he kind of shrugs "orcs just eat meat and grain, we have no use for other fruits or vegetables, but our grove is bountiful of them"
"huh" you hum, realizing that a lot of information you know of orcs must be wrong, what else is wrong about them you wonder.
"so, you got a wife?" you ask as you carefully wrap the huge bouquet of all your flowers
he turns his head sharply to you, eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks turning brown, wait is that blush "hahh?
âYou know, someone to give these flowers too? â
âOh! er um no" he clears his throat and turns his head away to compose himself
"oh, well do you enjoy the look of the roses?"
"no..." he says but then quickly adds on "noâŠrmally! Normally! but today feels different"
"oh...how long are you in town for?"
"normally we would be done by now, orcs like to do business quick but mayor wants to negotiate more in morning" he scoffs and rolls his eyes "if I were tribe leader I would negotiate through night"
"heh, yeah im sorry about that, our local inn's beds would probably snap immediately at your weight"
he chuckles at that, "yeah, that is why we will be sleeping outside"
"oh! That's good, I hope you sleep well!"
he chuckles "thank you...you have been kind,my name is Grom" he adds as you put the final touches on the huge bouquet of flowers, wrapping a red ribbon around the stems.
"im...im y/n" you say, the adrenaline of rebellion flowing through your veins, you could already feel your parents disappointed. It makes you shiver and quickly hand him the bundle "here's your bouquet, Grom,"
As he leans forward to take it, you get another whiff of spruce. It's from him. You realize "thank you, you will be here tomorrow?"
"well...i did sell all my flowers"
His face falls a bit in disappointment before he turns to his bouquet and picks one flower out to gently place on the front "not that one" he says in a smug tone, the edges of his straight lips twitching to a smile.
you stare at it, and you have to admit it, this was your first time seeing a magical creature and well...it was so interesting, the culture shock, how different he lived and well...it was your first rush of rebellion. You wanted to know more about his species.
"You're right. One more left, I'll be here tomorrow until I sell it"
he huffs, "good" and turns to leave.
You smile proudly at the last rose as you pack up shop for the day, but as you are reorganizing your carts you hear steps behind you and turn. âMrs Mallard!â you say excited at the arrival at your stall neighbor who sold dyes for wool. Oh no, did she want my last rose? What am I gonna tell Grom when comes and sees I donât have it left, I can't refuse her!
âI saw you talking to that Orc!â she screeches in a tone of disgust, let untense her shoulders and silently sigh in relief, âyes he just bought almost all of my stock! Im so happy, now my mother can make a good meal for our family, im sure Mr Graves has some potatoes-â
âThey are vile creatures!â she cuts you off âwhy would even risk talking to them? One wrong word and you could set them off, they have a horrible temper you knowâ
âReally?â you falter, it didn't seem like it, âiâm sorry Mrs Mallard I was just desperate for money, iâve been so hungry"
Her expression softens, she sighs and reaches over to pat my hand âthe lord made man in his image, not those green creatures, therefore they are not to be trusted, dearâ your chest hurts at her words
âYes Mrs Millard, iâll refuse him when he comes backâ
âGoodâ she states and her eyes dart with burning jealousy at your large pouch before she marches away.
As you walk home you stop far enough away from your house and gently reach into the pouch Grom gave you reached in to feel it, the coins had the normal engravings that were standardized around the whole kingdom, nothing felt off, around it, and yes you felt weird checking it but nothing even smelt bad about itâŠ
"hello mother" you said walking inside "i sold all the flowers today" you say casually making your mother drop her knitting needles
"ALL OF THEM?"
you turn to her to drop the coins on the table gently, a smile on your face at the thought of what Grom said "well technically all except one"
"How?!"
"some husband that forgot his wife's anniversary." you lie, your back was turned to her so you could hide your of pain at your chest your lie causes you
"oh thank heavens he did so."
"Yeah, shall I go out to buy dinner?" you ask maybe a bit too eagerly that your father would catch your lies
"yes! perfect idea dear! By the time you come back and i finish cooking yout father should be back! Hes running a bit late" late? He's never late. Whatever I need to get this money spent
you smile in relief, eagerly grabbing the pouch to head outside to grab ingredients for dinner, thereby ridding the evidence of your encounter with Grom, oh how you couldn't stop thinking about him. Though you hated lying, you could not wait to see him tomorrow, that would be the last time you would ever see him anyway so it's not like it matters that you lied, right?
The next day, early in fact you set up your stall, already thinking of excuses to tell your neighbors once he came, it was a good thing today was wednesday, Mrs Mallards restock day.
you smile at the smell of spruce and look up to see Grom "good morning Grom, how was your sleep?" you ask taking your time wrapping up the one flower,
"stiff" he says rubbing his shoulder right shoulder
"yeah the ground must not be that nice to sleep on...what do you guys usually sleep on?"
"we have beds made of stone"
"Really? how is that much better!?"
he chuckles "they are layered with hay straw...may I ask you question since you did?"
"Of course!
"why...why do all your women wear these..." his eyes gesture at your skirt, his tone filled with disgust but genuine curiosity
"a dress, and well itâs just what we wear"
"well your men wear pants, like us"
"its whats modest"
"pants cover same amount as your dress does" his râs roll sharper than normal when he says the word. Like it was the first time it entered his mouth.
"Well..." he stares hard and you finally find an answer "tradition!"
He scoffs annoyed âif we always followed tradition we would always stay where we are, is enough for single flower?" he slide another gold coin across the table
"yes but, I really cant accept this though its too much, especially after yesterday"
he raises a brow, a challenging smile grows on his lips "I make too much, besides, you are quite literally only one I can buy from"
he gestures around and wow, everyone has their stands front covered by tarps, therefore not letting even anyone buy from them.
"ill accept a copper piece"
he scoffs playfully "did not bring any"
"Liar"
"well you have no proof"
"i can see it in your smile" the edges of it twitch
"what smile?" he jokingly says
You roll your eyes "lets meet in the middle, silver piece"
"deal" he says with a fond smile and slides a silver piece to you, you look down sadly at it "so you're leaving today?"
he pauses "no need to stay in town that hates me"
"I don't hate you Grom" you say too gooey but it comes out before you can stop it.
but he smiles, looking touched "i do not hate you too y/n...maybe we can do business with your trib-villiage again, and you can tell me again about all weird human things you guys can do, and in return ill tell you mine"
"id love that"
The tallest of the orcs comes out of the mayor's room and yells a command to Grom in a language you assume is orcish, he responds back and as he does his tribe leader's eyes dart to you, cold and assessing. He had tusks with engravings that reached his cheekbones. His eyes are piercing and yellow like a predator, his face sharp like rock with scars and old scratches will all of his hair slicked back into three long braids. He hops on his horse, flicks the reins and trails out of the village with the rest of the orcs, leaving just pile of dust
GN!human reader x M!orc
It's the first Harvest Feast celebration with your newlywed Orc husband.
-SFW, fluff, mentions of cultural differences, mutual understandings, grumpy x sunshine, happy ending
WC: 1,142
As you bustled around in the cozy kitchen of your shared home, the crisp autumn air carried the scent of leaves and woodsmoke. Sunlight shined through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the table of the Harvest Feast preparations. The cottage at the edge of the village was a fixer upper when you and your orc husband first moved in a few months ago, but you now saw it as a warm safe haven.
The Harvest Feast was a cherished holiday for humans. It was a time to celebrate the bounty of the Earth, give thanks for the harvest that would sustain life through the winter. You wanted the first feast as newlyweds to be perfect. So you made a few roasted meats, tasty vegetables dishes, and sweet desserts around the hearth. You put a freshly baked pie on the windowsill to cool. You wiped your hands on the apron when you noticed your husband in the fields.Â
He was finishing the last of the harvest. You watched him through the window. His massive green frame bent over the root vegetables heâd tended to all season. You admired the tall, broad shouldered man with tusks slightly curving from his lower jaw. His dark hair was tied back in a braid, and he wore a simple tunic that strained against his muscles. Orcs were known for their strength, but your husband was so much more than that. There was a kindness deep down that only you got to see. You smiled at the thought remembering how you two met.Â
As you stirred the pot of spiced cider on the stove, you thought about when you were the village healer and a lone grumpy handsome looking orc came to your tent. He had injured his arm while chopping wood. A polite conversation turned into lingering visits. He told you about his clan disbanding over stupid feuds. He once grumbled something about âsoft human waysâ, yet he found himself not able to stay away. There was a quiet protectiveness in his eyes that drew you in.
The attraction was immediate, but bewildering. It still wasnât super common for humans and orcs to marry. The cultural difference ran deep. Orcs valued raw strength while humans enjoyed heartfelt gestures.
Your first date had been awkward. He brought a massive boar haunch as a gift, expecting you to be thrilled, but then you nervously laughed and suggested a picnic with fluffy sandwiches. Marriage had amplified those quirks while you both learned about each otherâs cultures. You learned to prepare protein rich meals for him while he learned of your preference for quiet evenings. Through all of your differences, your patience had eased his rough edges while his steady presence made you feel safe.Â
 The door creaked open, pulling you from your thoughts. Your orc husband stepped inside. His shoulders hunched from the chill, carrying a burlap sack of gourds and some root vegetables. He made sure to take off his boots by the door.
âFields are clearâ, he grunted, setting the sack down with a thud, âFrost will come soon, but we got enoughâ.
âYouâre back just in time, Iâm almost finishedâ, you said while offering a warm smile as you wiped your hands on your apron.Â
His golden eyes took in the kitchen and dining area. There was a golden crusted turkey, mashed roots from the fields, loaves of bread baked with nuts you foraged, pies filled with berries you gathered, an array of meat platters of various other animals. You had worked tirelessly all day, kneading dough and chopping vegetables. You were determined to have a wonderful holiday with your husband that felt right to both of you.Â
He noticed the flour on your apron and the subtle way you shifted your weight. Your back must have been hurting. Without a word, he shrugged off his cloak then washed his hands.Â
âSitâ, he rumbled, nodding at the chair, âIâll finish the cider, you restâ.Â
His practical gesture warmed your heart. He wasnât one for showy words, but his actions spoke of a quiet understanding.Â
âThank you dear, but Iâm ok, itâs almost ready anywayâ.
He ignored you and took the ladle anyway with a firm but careful grip. As he stirred, you watched him. You took a moment to appreciate how your life had turned out. How lucky you were to have met this orc. He surprised you on your wedding day with an arch of your favorite flowers. He repaired the small cottage and together you both were turning it into a home. He nodded, his expression relaxing.Â
âHarvest FeastâŠbig for humans. For orcs, itâs the Great GatheringâŠfeasting after the hunt. But this day is ours nowâ.
âOursâ, you repeated as you reached for his hand, your smaller fingers brushing his callused ones.
Candles flickered a steady flame as you set the table together. It was covered with a quilted cloth you embroidered, symbols of both human and orc life. Once at the table, you bowed your heads for the traditional human blessing. He listened quietly then added his own orcish invocation. He waited for you to start eating first before he did.Â
âMmmâŠgoodâ, he said after taking a few bites of everything.Â
âItâs because of all your hard work in the fieldsâ, you said in between bites.
âAye, used that compost you madeâŠreally put in the work on the soilâ, he replied with a satisfied smile.
You both shifted into a pleasant conversation about childhood stories of past harvest gatherings. You told him about learning to cook certain foods, and you listened as he spoke of communal hunts and loud drums. After some time, you stood and brought the apple pie from the window sill to the table. Steam was still rising from the flaky crust. Your orc husband had never had it before. You handed him the first slice and it he chewed thoughtfully.
âItâs goodâŠbut could use something moreâŠroots, meat maybe?â
âLike a venison bake?â, you replied not offended at all, âWhat were your clanâs pies like?â
He shifted, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âMotherâs had boar and taro roots, baked in clay over a big flameâŠhearty fillingâŠâ
âHearty has its place, just like light and fluffy doesâ, you said lightly.Â
He realized he probably said something he shouldnât have.Â
âYou handle my bluntness so well, Iâm grateful. I will do better with my wordsâŠI promise youâ.
âI wouldnât have you any other wayâ, you giggled while taking another big bite of pie. Â
He relaxed, feeling the spirit and happiness of the holiday.Â
After dinner, you both cleared the table together. When finished, he took your hand and led you outside on the cottage steps. He held you close as you both sat there and stargazed in comfortable silence. He softly kissed your forehead.
A/N: This took a couple of days to get right, and it jumps around tenses a little which hopefully isn't too jarring.
Either way, dear moot, I hope you have a wonderful day đ
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The collar was snug. Not too tight, but enough you wouldn't forget you were wearing it. A two-inch wide band of tan leather that wrapped around your neck. Every morning, you picked it up off your bedside table, tightening it just enough, and there it would stay. Fastened tight to you until bedtime, maybe longer if you were missing him.
It was a year since he first gave it to you. Thick, strong fingers pulling the strap tight, the quiet metal clinking of the buckle and the slight release as the tension released. From that moment on, there hadn't been a day you weren't wearing it. That, he has never said but you had inferred, was very much the idea.
Another year behind you, the autumnal chill starting to set in a little later every time nowadays. You'd been out with some friends while he was at work, spending time for the sake of spending it, responding to the steady flow of happy birthday messages coming through your phone as friends from various corners of the internet woke up. You felt a little guilty, he didn't manage to get time off work and here you were enjoying yourself, despite him telling you to just kick back and have a good time. You always were sensitive. He was the only man you'd really been with for any length of time. Maybe that means you were a little naive at times, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.
He was waiting for you as you walked through the door of your flat. Stood in the hallway dressed in those grey sweatpants you like and a white vest. The bulge in his pants told you that's about everything he had on. The thin cotton vest barely contained his barrel chest and round belly, the rich olive green of his skin showing through the slightly translucent fabric. His smile was warm, welcoming, maybe a little mischievous. The nibs of his tusks poking out ever so slightly from his lower lip. A heavy brow hung like a crag over his face, square jaw matching the brawny, powerfully-built body underneath. The best didn't hide his shoulders at all, coarse hair covering his upper back and arms. You knew that hair carried on down his front and just didn't quit until it reached his ankles.
You draped yourself over him, arms linked behind his head, resting yourself on his chest. He smelled as he always did, fresh cotton, sandalwood, just the hint of sweat. Lost in his arms, you could tell he was holding something. A pair of somethings, in fact. Presumably this was your gift. For now though, youâre enjoying this, listening to the slow drumming of his heart.
A thumb looped through the back of your collar pulled you away. You didnât resist, biting your lip as you let yourself be controlled. He put something to your lips. You sucked on the hard plastic tip pressed between your lips. The sweet vapour went straight to your head. It wasnât a very high concentration, but you didnât have an awfully high tolerance to THC.
A sharp snapping sound behind your head brought you back to reality. You pulled a little further away. One hand held the THC pen heâd just given you a hit of, the other had a bright yellow piece of plastic.
âIs that a-â
âYesâ he cut you off. He was using his deep voice. The one reserved for when things were going to get interesting âAnd you know what itâs forâ
You nodded. He held out the pen again, clicking with his other hand as your lungs filled. âGoodâ A hand through your hair. âNow once more for me?â
Again you took a hit off the pen. You were starting to feel it now, just a little. A fuzzy feeling around the edges of your senses. Everything was still normal, just a little sideways-on from usual.
âNow itâs gonna get a little more⊠Complex. You understand? Nod if you understandâ
You nodded. Puff. Click
âGood. spin around for meâ
You turned, slowly, feeling his eyes on you. A nod. Another hit. Another click.
âGood puppy. Follow meâ
He led you into the sitting room, taking a seat on the armchair. You went for the sofa without thinking. A short cough, and you caught yourself. Short, stumbling steps took you to his chair, standing in front of him as he leaned back. He was taller than you, much taller. Sat down like this, he could almost look you in the eyes without looking up at all. He was sizing you up, eyes darting this way and that, scanning your face, looking at how your arms hung from you. He knows you, your limits. How you look when he gets near them. Satisfied, he smiles at you.
âYouâre wearing shoes. Take them off.â
You looked down, seeing the thick-soled winter boots. Youâd forgotten all about them. You knelt, tugging on the laces and pulling them off, putting the shoes to one side before standing back up
Another click. Your eyes darted to his other hand, holding the pen. It didnât come. Instead he just smiled âGood pupâ
That same hazy feeling came over you. You smiled, feeling yourself sway a little.
âNow⊠Your topâ
You pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to one side, exposing your round belly and the bra holding your ample breasts, tousling your short hair. Again you looked at the pen, a swell of gratitude rising as he held it towards you. Another click as you drew the vapour into your lungs, more prising words to fill your ears. You opened your eyes, youâd bent forwards at the waist, leaning over him to get to the pen.
He was smirking, eyes on your tits. âBra next. Go on, puppyâ
The drugs were working. Clumsy fingers reached behind you. Fumbling with the three hooks keeping your bra in place. It took a couple of tries before you managed it, feeling the support give way before you slid your arms free. The discarded garment took its place on the pile as he clicked again and you stood there, tits freed, looking at him, awaiting his next command.
âGood pet. Next the skirt.â
Again, you slipped off the garment without thinking. Kicking it over to the corner of the room, you stripped your panties, pre-empting his next command.
Another click âAww, such a good pet, aren't you? So eager to strip. Now, get on your knees for meâ
Your knees gave way. Again, another click. Face to face with his crotch, head swimming with repeated low doses of that pen. You could feel yourself getting wet for it. The dumb smile growing on your face told him everything he needed to know.
You reached for his waistband. Click.
He lifted his hips, letting you pull the fabric from under him. Click.
You arenât even thinking about the pen any more. Every click makes your smile broaden. You feel yourself sinking deeper every time. No thoughts. Just that click, click, click.
Face buried in his crotch, you breathe in his sweat. The musk makes your head spin faster. He tastes as good as he smells, rapidly hardening as your tongue caresses him from base to tip. Every time your tongue passes over the head of his cock, another click rewards you. His taste fills you, the heat rising in you until he finally gets up.
Strong arms pull you up onto the chair, opening your legs for him to take his place between them. Your slick is dripping from you, you feel it running in slow rivulets over your skin as he lines himself up. He puts the pen in your mouth. You suck another hit from it. The click rewards you.
He slips in. Youâre so wet he doesnât even have to force it. Your stoned body needs him so much, to feel him stretching you out. He doesnât disappoint.
Thrust after thrust. Your head spins faster and faster. Butterflies swarm within you. Youâre whining for him, begging him not to stop. Heâs all you can focus on, the feeling of him ploughing you. Every stroke hitting your cervix, coaxing out whimpers. Your hands grasp at him, clutching his vest, almost tearing the thin fabric.
He holds your mouth closed around the pen as you climax. More and more of the drugged vapour fills you. Your head spins faster. Your body feels limp, floating on air. The sounds youâre making are distant, somehow. Blissed out, bathing in the endorphins of your release and the drugs permeating your awareness.
He holds you close as he finishes in you. You can feel him filling you, warm cum flowing into your body.
Gradually, you come back down. Little by little, until the sky-high becomes a low buzz. He stays with you, holding you close.
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It's funny you bring up orcs in a regular job. In a one shot DnD campaign I did, my party mate played as a big looming nerdy Orc cartographer.
AHH WHAT!! Thatâs so freaking cute
I love imagining orcs to have like very physically demanding real-life jobs or jobs relating to it. Just because I feel like theyâre classified as usually being more physically adept. Plus with their use of clubs and weapons it could easily be adapted into things like tools and maps as you mention! So it just absolutely clicks inside my head and makes so much sense to me. Itâs a ton of fun, I love it
And a nerdy Orc cartographer sounds so insanely adorable. The idea of a nerdy orc has me irl giggling. Iâd love to write something like that, wouldâve in this post, but I donât wanna overstep on your friendâs idea. It would be so interesting to see a mix of nerdy characteristics mixing with traditional orc characteristics
Also I absolutely love DnD!! The creativity and uniqueness of the game is like my favorite thing ever. Iâve loved the game since I was a kid. Now I have the dice tattooed on my arm haha. Was also so obsessed when I found out it had an old cartoon from the 80s. 10/10 recommend
âOk ok open this one next!â Ugar exclaimed, holding out a wrapped gift in her calloused green hands. Smiling, you took the gift from her. It was a hand decorated frame in the shape of a heart, the image inside was one the two of you had taken when in front of a waterfall on a trip you shared together, it was a fond memory for the both of you. âCheck the back of the photo.â She had whispered in a voice that had caught you off guard. Youâve never heard her so nervous before, not even that time the two of you had been camping deep in the woods and a bear had wandered into your camp smelling the yummy food. Ugar had started beating on her chest with nothing to protect her but her pajamas as she bellowed at the bear standing her ground as she scared off the bear. She swore then and to this day she would have fought that bear with her bare hands if it meant keeping you safe. So now sitting here on your bed with cheesy Christmas music playing softly in the background while you exchange, her looking so nervous, so terrified as she waited for you to look at the back of the photo made you feel as if your world was ending. She was your bestfriend you had known her since kindergarten yet she never made you feel so petrified at this moment. Was something wrong? Was she dying? Were you dying and she knew it but you had been to stupid to know it?Â
Taking the back of the frame out you couldnât help but notice your hands were trembling as you lifted it up and set it down next to you. Gulping you lifted the photo up, eyes blurry as tears already started to form from the fear you were feeling. In red pen was her messy handwriting. âI have loved you for many years and shall love you till my dying day. Say the word and I will follow you to the edge of the world. Please be mine, darling love.â It took three full reads of what it said before you really understood the words. Gasping softly your head jolted up to look at her, she dared not meet your gaze. âYou really mean this?â You asked, it being your turn to whisper as you talked. She simply nodded her head as she bit down on her bottom lip. It was strange seeing such a large powerful orc acting so nervous and submissive but there she was playing with her hands fighting the urge to run so she did not have to face the rejection she feared she would have.
Feeling your small hand compared to hers being placed on her own she looked at it, her gaze trailing up your arm till she met your eyes. âI love you too. I didnât think you felt the same.â You explained letting out a soft laugh through tears were running down your face. Were they tears of relief or joy, who knows but you didnât care. Letting out her own laugh it quickly turned to a sob, she had been so stressed out that the build up and release of emotions broke the damn. The both of you let out sobs mixed with laughs as you hugged each other. feeling both mad and silly for not sharing your feelings sooner. Pulling away from the hug Ugar cupped your face in her massive hand as she wiped your tears away with her thumb. âYou are my everything.â She whispered as she leaned in to share the first of many kisses with you.
Ahh traveler, the wait has been long (like a few days sorry) but I made sure it was worth the wait! Its gonna be a gooood one trust homie đ°đ°đ°đ°.(oki tbfr tho I put everything into this chapter I hope u guys leik it đ)
It was early morning and you were packing up the rest of your things, you could already hear Christians voice as he talks with your parents. What was I packing? Right, the last few things, you dig through your dresser for your most important pieces before finding Rags wielding apron he gave you, it had no use to you in this new life, but you canât even bear to think about leaving it for some reason. So you fold it up tightly and hide it under your dresses, along with your leather pants, theyâll be easy enough to hide since youâll be doing all the laundry.
You shut the wooden luggage case and slide it off the bed, rushing off quickly to the front room where you see him, he immediately stands up with a smile to you. Blue eyed and tan, his blonde hair a yellowy blond rather than a white blonde you imagined, athletic like normal but nowhere near as athletic as Grom. What are you doing, stop thinking about him.Â
Your mother tugs your father out while you both sit down and shake each others hands, a pot of hot tea and four cups already neatly arranged, you pour yourself a cup of tea as you speakÂ
âSo, tell me about your village?" you ask
âBigger than yoursâ he explains, âlush and greener, with far more houses, weâre not surrounded by forests and are much closer to the mainland, youâll have a great view of the castle. Its a wonderful place to raise children"
You smile, big, that means a lot to explore, surely I won't be bored
âUm my tea is emptyâ
You sit up to notice that its teacup was empty âso it isâ you sit back to sip your own tea
âUmâŠpour me some more?âÂ
âOh!â you say in realization, dropping your own and quickly pouring him tea, he sips his tea and sighs obnoxiously loudly âah this is the life, im so excited to be married, knowing all the housework will be complete, and food always be made, to finally have some kidsâŠweâll start tonightâ
You perk up in realization. Right, you'd have to do a lot more work than normal, including cleaning of the whole house, cleaning of clothes cookingâŠand heâs wanting to try for kids now so its only a matter of time before youâre pregnant
Though this was all normal, you still feltâŠdistasted at him. He was the typical man for you, but you find yourself not as excited as before.
To make things worse, right outside you had the most perfect view of the orcs packing up theirÂ
things into a newly refurbished wagon they bought that morning, one of the orcs underneath to fix more structures to support their weight.
You jerk your head back to him but he already noticed what youâre staring at âdisgustingÂ
creaturesâ he doesnât mutter it, he says it loud and proud for your parents to hear from the other room, ânever want our family to be close to any of their kind anyways, Elizabeth!â he leans back as he calls for your mother, a sight and tone that reminded you too much of your father âwhats all this waiting for? Let's go down to the church now!â
Your mother interrupts your conversation with a chirp â oh! I just want to send y/n with a few pieces of my prized china. Christian, could you please help me reach?
A smile quickly goes onto Christians face as he happily walks to the kitchen, your father comes in to sit in his spot and relax while sipping tea casually with you, you try to tell yourself this is what will make my life best, my parents know what's best for me, they know I will be happiest like this, why doesn't it feel like it now?
âFather?â you ask âIn the endâŠwhat do you want for meâ
âFor you to live out a successful life of courseâ
âAnd what's your idea of living a successful life?â
He slurps his tea quietly âWell of course being wed, a good wife, and producing a lot of childrenâ
You take a sigh, âIâŠfather, I have been waiting since I was a teenager to leave this town and find my own place in this world, but now I'm starting to think I will never have time to even explore, or even be my own person.â
 Laughs âof course not, that's what the men do, youâre to stay and be supportive of everything, and don;t worry, you'll be grateful for this when youâre olderâ
You start to think about Agral, how she was told the same thing that she could never leave because she wasnât strong enough, but proved them wrong, there is no reason why you shouldnât be able to do what a man could do. Same as her. But there's a little voice in your head that tells you youâre wrong.
Youâre not an orc, youâre not strong
Yes but Agral was told she was weak when she wasnât, I have been told that I cant make myself a good life without a human man, neither things we were told were routed in factual claims
Youâre not brave like her
I've risked beatings on multiple occasions just to learn more, I think that compares to hunting out a dangerous creature to get food
What about your children? They'll be abominations to the world
Youâre stifled by that argument and canât respond back to yourself, but then you think about what Grom said when you saw that homosexual couple âit is never wrong to loveâÂ
I donât want to live in a world where it is wrong for me or my children to love someone just because they're different. I'd rather them be âabominationsâ than have to be with someone who is âcorrectâ. I donât want this cycle to continue with my bloodline.
You wait for the little voice to come back but it doesnât. But still something prevents you from standing up, you glance outside one more time, Grom and the others now smash out their stone beds since they couldnât carry them home, their bags already in the back of the wagon. Your heart races worrying youâll miss your chance but also pick wrong. Pick quickly or else they'll leave and youâll never see him again, time is ticking.
One last question: You shut your eyes and think, âwhat do I wantâ and the first thing you see is Grom.
You sigh in relief, you know what your decision is, you open your eyes to see your father staring at you hard, his expression unreadable, while your mother was now at the table, smiling obviously while wrapping up her china plates and bowls to set into the luggage
âTh-thank you motherâ you quickly take the case and close it, sliding it off the table to hold both cases in your hands âI'll go put the luggage in the carriage â you lie, speaking quickly from the nerves wanting to quickly leave, you stand up walking to the door. You jolt feeling his hand on your wrist, him pulling you back.
 âi know what youâre thinkingâ
You stiffen âi-iâm not thinking of anything, fatherâ
âYouâre going to see that orc before you leave arenât you? I know what youâve been doing, you were late last night and donât think I havenât heard your gigglesâ
You're tugged back and you panic as you try to fling yourself out of his arms with all your strength. You heard a horse neigh from outside and you panic at the thought they're already mounting them, you use your luggageâs weight to twirl back and knock him somewhere on the body, he groans loud in pain and you hear your mother cries, your father lets go long enough for you to messily rush to the door to open, seeing a glimpse of Grom still carefully leading the lambs their place on the back of the wagon, you're not too late.
âGrom! OW!-â you cry in pain as a hand comes to grip at the base of your hair and pull you back, your head leans back and your eyes shut in pain, reaching to grip the hands
âYouâre not leaving for a fucking orc y/n! I shouldâve never let them come into our town, I shouldâve never let you stay.â
âGrom!â you cry one more time desperately, as loud as your vocal cords will allow, your whole body tenses at the sound of many heavy footsteps âyou get your hands off her!â Grom, your heart misses a beat at the sound of his roar he heard you.
Your fathers hand releases your hair and you drop to the ground boneless, putting your head between your thighs and hands clutching your head in pain, the throbbing seemingly increasing in intensity.
âHey what seems to be going on!â this voice was now Rags, but your focus was placed on the large hands that were sliding down the sides of your head to cup your cheeks and gently tilt your face up, at first you canât see from the pain, your sight just shows a blob of green blurry from the tears, but judging on how gently they are you smile at the familiar feel, âGrom?âÂ
âAre you hurt?â his voice turns from gentle to a growl of anger âhe pulled hair strands outâÂ
You blink rapidly to try to get the tears away âi-ill be fineâ his fingers gently massage your scalp as you sob in relief âIâm sorry, I've changed my mind! When you told me about the beautiful place you lived in I thought âwow I want to experience thatâ and I didnât think more about it because I thought I just wanted to be there in the grove but I actually just wanted to be with you.
Slowly your vision clears to see his handsome face turn from a mix of concern and anger to joy and tearful relief âr-really? You want to come with me?â
You sob happily âyes!â
âNO!â your father roars as his marches towards you, Grom's face jerks up, before he quickly scoops you up in your arms and skillfully moves out of your house.Â
Your father pushes past Rag, somehow, and wobbles over towards you both, but Grom was already in the middle of the town while your father couldnât take a step without gripping the door, âYou give my daughter back right now!â
âWhy should I?â he demands loudly, his accent getting thicker as he shifts your weight to one of his arms while the other reaches for his back to sharply whip out a sharp axe, the sound of the blade causing a shiver down your spine, you could practically feel the sharpness on it.
There's a slip on your fathers face in hesitation, or is that perhaps fear? He goes away quickly to be replaced with anger. âYou drop my daughter right now!â you instinctively grip onto Gromâs shoulder tighter, you could see your mothers face of sadness and fear from behind Rag, it breaks your heart. However Christians flabbergasted look sets you off, as if he couldnât understand how something green could be better than him.
âif you touch her again I will cut you ear to earâ you could feel the tension of his jaw in his tone,Â
You turn your head to your father, by now a mob has formed of your neighbors, some look in disappointment, some in disgust as they form around your house. But you could also hear the unshielding metal behind you, you turn to see one by one each orc pull out their own weapons.
Your father wobbles as he stands up, but just as he takes a step forward Groms grunts loud as his arm whips forward to throw the axe, the top of the door frame just barely missing your father, Groms breath is loud in the aftermath. Your father jumps startled and cowardly and backs up until his back hits Rag and he turns sharply around to him.
âYou won't hurt me, you canât! The mayor-â
Rag cuts him off with a cold slow tone âSeems to be busy with the extra silver we gave himâÂ
âA-A war would be started!âÂ
âYou are rightâŠâ Rag admits calmly, and at first you tense thinking he was going to tell Grom to let you come back, but then he reaches behind him to unshield his sword âbut we are very able to Mr y/L/N (your last name), â he wordlessly picks up your luggage from the ground, you noticed one of them cracked, and walks backwards towards you still facing your father, âbesides, orcs live for warâ
Your father stifles a grunt. His gaze shifts to you, hand still clutching a large amount of your hair in his right hand. As he points to you with his left. âyou will be condemned forever y/n! No amount of purgatory will fix this! God will not take you back! You hear me!?â
You clench your jaw, head still buzzing from earlier as something inside you snaps âI rebuke your god!â you yell.Â
The whole world seems to still, everyone in silence for what you have said and for a second you couldnât even believe that was your own voice
Then the town seems to come alive again. some yell obscenities and slurs to you, some whisper to others pitifully, others spit at the ground in disrespect, one of which is your father. âtake her then! Her soul is already corrupted, god does not want her anymore and neither do I! I have no daughter anymoreâÂ
The crowd roars with anger towards you all, Grom and the orcs make no hesitation for the carriage, quickly hopping in as the crowd start to throw produce at you. A tomato almost hitting you if it werenât for Grom's skilful catch, you recognize the plump vibrant tomato, they were throwing the same produce that the orcs gave them. Rag hops into the front of the carriage, gently setting your luggage cases besides you and Grom with one hand and reaches for the reins with the other to sharply flick them, setting the horses on a fast sprint, but not before a few other fruits and vegetables land perfectly in the orcs hands.
There's a long bit of awkward silence as you look down at your lap, panting in disbelief of what you said, I rebuke your god you still canât believe you said it, you tear up âgod what have I done, god will never forgive meâ you let out a sob into your hands âf-fathers right, god will condemn me, and i-i will never get to see my mother in heavenâ your throat is on fire at each word
His hands are warm and inviting as they slide down your arms and wrap around you from behind, âit will be okay, y/nâ
âI will go to hellâŠwhat god will accept me?â
âour gods will accept youâ Grom says immediately, you perk up and turn to him tearfully, his expression breaking at the sight of your tearsÂ
âHe-they will?â you ask
He nods as his hands go to your cheeks to wipe away the tears âfor life and in deathâ he murmurs âthey will take your soul and give you everlasting happinessâÂ
You hiccup from the tears âyouâŠeven though im?...â
He shakes his head âno doubt they wontâ you stop crying long enough to clean up your face and let him pull your face to his chest
You donât care if youâd never see your home, town or even father again, but you will miss your mother, though she usually followed your fathers orders to the letter so much that you never truly got to know her, she was never cruel. You hope that by having all her children moved out she would have more time to be herself. âHow long is the rideâ
âA few daysâ
âOkayâŠwe should hurryâÂ
He nods and yells something to Rag in orcish and instantly feels the wagon go faster, and for the first time since you first met Grom, you were surrounded by things that were unfamiliar, and had no idea what your future looked like anymore.Â
As you look forward onto the trail, you grip one hand onto the wagon and the other the Grom, a deep churn of unease burns in your stomach, why does it feel like this isnât the last time you will see your family?