#orc x reader

The increase in fics I've seen where the writer is just like "well it's how I write so scroll if it bothers you"

pairing: gn ! reader - ft. werewolves, orcs, minotaurs, succubi / incubi, dragonfolk, and vampires.

author's note: this'll be kinda messy, so sorry. just had a misunderstanding due to a language barrier today and somehow got inspired. sorry for the ramble lol.

[ pt. 2. ]

werewolves. 

“so, when are you two tying the knot?” 

the vicinity goes quiet. your werewolf friend freezes mid-drink, ears slowly turning red under messy, shaggy hair. “w-we’re not—! that’s . . . !” 

“what?” you blink, confused at their weird reaction.

someone in the pack coughs into their hand. another is trying very hard not to laugh. 

the werewolf mutters into their sleeve, mortified. “humans shouldn’t say mating phrases so casually.”

you stare. “i said marriage.”

“exactly!”

orcs.

you pat the orc who was helping you on the shoulder. "woah, you’re really strong, you know that?” 

they go still. very still.

you notice the rest of the orcs nearby stop talking, too. one of them elbows another with a smirk.

the orc clears their throat, trying to look casual. “. . . you think so?”

“yeah?”

a radiant smile bloomed on their originally stoic face, a satisfied hum vibrating through their chest - their tusks seeming to be somehow glinting brighter under the sun. “you should say that again sometime,” maybe a day where the two of you weren't under the scorching sun.

now they're thinking, maybe going over to help the little, struggling human was worth it. even if they only had just been egged on by their friends to approach any human and flirt. . . . this may be a good distraction for a while.

minotaurs.

you notice a lost looking minotaur among the halls - and deciding to take pity, you approach.

“here,” you say, grabbing their hand. “the hallway’s confusing. c’mon, i’ll guide you.” asking them where they needed to go to, you lead the way once getting a shy response.

the minotaur follows quietly. 

when you finally reach the exit, you turn around, tugging your hand to free it —

– and freeze upon feeling the vice grip on it. 

they’re staring at your joined hands like you just handed them the world.

“ . . . what?” 

their ears twitch, still staring. “in my culture,” they murmur softly. “. . . nevermind.” ignoring the fluttering feeling in their chest at being guided through the maze of hallways, 

they stuff their tingling hand in their pocket. “can i have your number?”

demons. 

“i promise i’ll help you tomorrow.”

the demon’s pen stops mid-signature.

“…promise?”

“yeah?”

their eyes narrow thoughtfully.

“binding or casual?”

“…what?”

“verbal promises can still count,” they say, pulling out parchment. “just for documentation.”

“IT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH.”

the demon sighs.

“humans are terrible negotiators.”

dragons.

you place the gold ring on the table. “i thought you might like it.”

the dragon stares at it.

then at you.

then at the ring again.

their wings shift slightly. “ . . . humans give courtship treasure very quickly.”

you choke. “WHAT.”

they gently slide the ring into their palm, inspecting it, before slipping it on their finger. it seems to be the perfect fit.

“ . . . i accept.”

“WAIT—”

incubi / succubi.

“sweet dreams.” you wave before heading to bed.

the cubi pauses in the doorway. “. . . was that intentional?”

“was what intentional?”

their smile is slow, amused. “humans wishing dream-based creatures sweet dreams.”

“. . . it’s just a goodnight phrase.”

“pity.” they lean against the doorframe. “i thought you were inviting me.”

your face burns.

they grin wider. “that blush is very convincing, though.”

vampires.

“you look delicious tonight.”

the vampire says it with complete sincerity.

you pause halfway through adjusting your collar.

“. . .thank you?”

they nod approvingly, gaze lingering just a second too long.

“radiant complexion. warm pulse. excellent circulation.”

“. . .you’re flirting, right?”

the vampire tilts their head.

“. . .i was complimenting the meal.”

you slowly back away.

You're standing in line with the group of hopeful people hoping to find an orc mate who will care for them and offer them a better life than they currently have. You too are dreaming of living in the mountains with a mate you can come to love in time. Since the plague in the spring took the last of your family, you've been left with no reason to stay in your shoddy little town.

You always been interested and curious about all that includes sex but one thing you would die for were dildos; just not the normal ones.

You, along with sex, had been fixated with monsters and wished them to be real. But, poor little thing, the only comfort you had about it was your collection of monster cocks.

Orc dildo was the first one. You fell in love at first sight! Girthy, long, greenish with a darker green tip, veins all around it made your water mouth and your pussy clench. As soon as you bought it you were excited to have it and when it arrived to your house you could feel your stomach bubbly from excitement. It was hard taking even just half of it. Dumbing on it already, eyes rolling back, pussy (or hole) fluttering around it as you felt the stretch. Gasps bounced on the room walls everytime a new inch entered you. Let's just say it took you a whole afternoon to fit it and when you did you instantly came. A weird feeling overwhelming you but putting it aside as you played with it the whole night. Too dumb to even remember to eat.

Werewolf dildo was your second. You thought since you started with the big one (or at least big to you). Poor you, the knot was a surprise. Biting your lips you meditated how you could work with it. Big breaths and, as you sat on your bed you first sucked it. It was long, not wide as the Orc's one but it left a good sensation inside your mouth, especially when you arrived to the knot. This was red, veins popping out as it reacted to the way you blow it. It was so enjoyable giving it a blow job that your hole had gotten so incredibly wet and edging yourself sure was helping. The knot gave you trouble as it was too damn big for you (you thought it couldn't be that hard fitting) but you loved how you creamed around it. It was as if a real werewolf was knotting you!

Tentacle dildo is a classing one. Maybe you should have started with this but you're a kinky one and Orcs just do it for you first. But tentacle dildo didn't dissappint ! The gummy suckers sticked to your inside. A few "aahs" and "oohs" left your mouth as it was sucking your wetness. It was a strange feeling because, you know, you never felt how it was being sucked from inside - if that makes sense. Tentacle dildo had come even with a vibrating function and united with the suckers it made you squirt for the first time. Never underestimate the power of a good tentacle!

Naga dildo was an indecisive purchase. Yes sure you had a thing for tentacles and all but a literally snake cock? Mhh it made you wonder. When you opened the packed you felt the slimy texture, unsure it was a special effect or what. Your eyebrows frown. Maybe it was a factory error or something. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this. Opening your legs, you teased your hole with his tip. The slimy liquid was as if it was lubrificating. Very good function, no? As you kept teasing yourself you could swear you were becoming more impatient and your whole body warmer than usually it was during pleasure time. Suffice to say that the slimy texture was an aphrodisiac !

Dragon dildo was your latest purchase. If the Orc was was already too big for you, you should had this coming, you should had known better. The packaged arrived at home - as per usual - and that excitement you had the first time it always turned back everytime you bought a new dildo! Your hands were trembling, lips biting the inside of your mouth as you quickly unpacked. You were shocked by the size of it; and not only that. This was completely new !! It had soft spikes !! Its vibrant colour hypnotised you and the closer furniture you had was your couch. You sat on it and good lords if that thing didn't made you nervous. You wrap your hand around it, giving it a good squeeze and feeling the soft yet hard material. You took your time with it, literally. Two days passed and on the third one you decided: today was the day you were splitting yourself on this monstrous cock ! Making sure you were all wet and prepped for the dragon dildo you sink into it. Your hole gasping around it, the air being knocked out of you lungs as your legs spread as wide as they could. Calming yourself down, when you felt you took it all, you watched the mirror near your TV. Your hole was filled with this cock, the spikes doing amazing wonders everytime you moved even just slightly your hips. Skipping to the good part, you never left your house that day, playing with yourself and your new favourite dildo. Cumming and squirting around it, making a mess on the couch and, then, falling asleep with it still inside you.

But, oh little naive doll, what you didn't know these weren't simple dildos but they were infused with magic and monsters essence.

"Orc tribe using you!!" "Orc tribe orgy!!" "Orc chief watching you get fucked by his tribe!!"

Blablablabla, all good concepts and all but. How about an Orc tribe who actually cares about you and not only about fucking?

I'm talking about kids who ain't even biologically yours calling you mama, men and women making sure you're comfortable and fighting just to have the privilege of sitting by your side in meals, and their chief. Who absolutely ADORES you! You're his pretty little human!

Oh.. if he could he'd have you all to himself.. except if he even dares to try to do that the rest of the tribe is going to chase him down. And he knows that very, very well.

So, he unfortunately has to share. Yes he's the one who usually sleeps in your tent, yes he's the one who cuddles you the most apart from children, and yes he's the one who claimed you first. But that doesn't mean he isn't unhappy not having you all to himself!!

Well, but at the end of the day, as long as you're happy and fed, so is he.

Blurb:

Humans have been at war with each other for so long that your village decides to turn to the orcs. They'd managed to keep their clans virtually untouched by mankind. They were built like barbarians, had warrior spirits, and were much more advanced than human civilizations. Your village leader makes a deal with the chief of the nearest orc clan, in exchange for protection, his people will be nothing but helpful and at their mercy. But all the chief asks is that the humans try their best to assimilate and that the eligible take suitors if they can (orc numbers have begun to dwindle).

You didn’t expect to find yourself courted by an orc blacksmith.

You didn’t expect to find yourself anything but miserable, married to the highest bidder in this endless war of human kind.

But here you are, perched on a stool in the hot dim room of the blacksmiths forge.

He was a large orc with calloused and cut workman’s hands, bulging muscles flex with every slam of his hammer. Your core clenched tighter with every pang of the metal as your hungry eyes tracked him.

Your orc was the modest kind. He worked hard and still made the time to provide you pastries and iron figurines. He walked you to your tent each night asking for nothing more than your company as compensation.

He was so… different. You had expected to be taken against your will. But not this orc, not even this clan.

You could see now that you’d have to be the assertive one. He was so quiet, and kind. You’d have to put a stop to this modesty and take him for a quick tumble. Claim him for yourself. As your own.

The clanking of the forge ceased. You were tugged out of the salacious thoughts of what it would be like to take such a massive-

“For you” his voice was a deep velvety rumble. Kneeling before you he held an intricate and delicate dagger. Made for a human. Made for you.

“If you would have me… it’d be my honor to take care of you and to cherish you. Will you mar-“ your orc let out a surprised yelp as you threw all your weight into him. Toppling you both to the floor as you attacked him with kisses all over every green inch of his face. Right on to his tusks and full laughing lips.

You're a messenger for the human kingdom. Many would hate to be in your shoes.. traveling under the cruel sun and having to adventure out to the kingdoms that the common folk tremble under..

Yet all you see is entirely different worlds.

The Elf Kingdom.. is one of the oldest civilizations. With their long lifespan and sharpened minds, they have seen through wars and disasters. When you arrive through the gates, they already have everything prepared. The best stablehands for your horse. The best room and refreshments for your stay in the kingdom. The Elf King and his advisors value your words and input. Which is a very hard thing to accomplish for an admittedly ignorant group.

The Orc Tribes.. may seem like a gruff group of barbarians, but they value strength in all forms. When they hear you riding in, they know you've survived another grueling testament of patience and endurance. A private tent is set up for you, and your horse is taken well cared of. They take your stay quite seriously. The best of their warriors guarding your tent. The Orc Tribes know all too well of enemies trying to trail behind you for a moment to strike.

The Dwarf Camps.. is another one of the oldest civilizations. Many kingdoms do not interact with them due to their isolated lives in the quarries and mountains. But they appreciate the struggle you go through to make it up the rocky cliffs. Your horse gets the best horse shoes ever possibly made. Dwarven steel. Your gear gets fixed up as you discuss trade with the council of members. The Dwarfs do not let you leave until they know you and your horse are in the best possible shape.

When representatives of each land come visit your kingdom? They always pay you the greater respect than your ruling monarch. It's you who's traveled across blazing suns and chilling storms to keep them informed.

So it will be you each land fights for a chance to marry one day.

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again.