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Cafes and knots

Werewolf x Vampire!Reader

WC: 2k+

warning: breeding, knotting, blood drinking, grinding, pining

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It was one of those nights, the type where you spent every moment of your eternal life on your feet, jogging back and forth between customers.

Working at a cafe for monsters wasn’t terrible. If anyone asked, you would say it was a fun job with great perks.

The only problem you had was the pushy, rude customers that either wanted the manager or something inappropriate from you.

Thankfully, some of your regulars always stuck up for you when a situation got out of hand.

Especially him.

Standing at a little over 6 foot and with a muscular frame, his eyes always followed the sultry sway of your hips as you moved around the cafe.

Usually, he came in twice a day. Once in the morning for a black coffee and donut before work, and once at night for a protein shake and any pastries you had left to fuel up for the gym.

So when someone got rowdy, he was quick to run over and get up in their face. Tobias was that kind of guy, always ready to help.

You had no idea that he had a thing for you, and that’s why he was so defensive over his cute vampire barista.

To most it was obvious you were crushing on him like crazy too, but neither of you were aware of your shared love.

Most of the time you spent the day sighing wistfully, watching him from the register as he chowed down on your freshly baked pastries. He had a huge appetite after his workouts, so you decided to treat him.

Although today was relatively peaceful, the werewolf was still on edge, as if he could sense something was about to happen.

“Toby, something up?”

You walked over, placing a pastry in front of him. “Here, it’s on the house.”

Tobias looked up at you as if you offered him the world, taking the pastry into his hands carefully. The man loved his baked goods, and giving him something like this for free meant a lot more to him than you knew.

��Thank you… and it’s nothing, I just…”

His wolf ears perked up when the bell chimed, signaling someone had just walked in. A nasty looking monster walked in, his horrible body odor spreading through the cafe like a thick miasma.

None of that mattered to you, though. You politely greeted him, smiling as you gestures towards your menu. “Welcome, what would you like, sir?”

“Hey, toots. Black coffee and some of those bagels, stat.”

You blinked in surprise, about to say something before Tobias spoke up. “Don’t talk to her like that, she’s a lady.”

The werewolf was barely holding himself back from jumping up and beating the guy, he just wanted to keep the peace and make sure you weren’t mistreated.

“I wasn’t talking to you, was I, mutt? Now get ya ass back there and make me a damn coffee!”

He raised his hand, about to slap your ass before Tobias caught it mid swing. The sound of bones snapping filled the air, and Tobias began to shift right in front of you.

“I’m not mutt, and you should never even try to lay a hand on her, you hear me?”

The monster screamed, pulling back his scaley wrist in agony before running out the door, cursing the entire time.

“Wow… Toby, you saved me.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you smiled fondly at the man as his fur settled down. Slowly, his body shrank and he was back in his usual human form.

“That’s probably what had me on edge earlier, I could smell the bad vibes from a mile away.”

He sipped on his protein shake, his tail wagging while you smiled at him. Did you know how pretty you were, with your plump cheeks and twinkling eyes?

“I really appreciate it… is there anything I can do to repay you?”

His tail thumped against the booth he was seated in, and he swallowed as he looked up at you. “Well… I enjoy your baking… would you mind coming by my place and teaching me a recipe or two?”

It was clear he just wanted to spend time with you, the person he was crushing on, but you didn’t notice. “Oh, sure! I can come over after work.”

“Sure!”

“It’s a date!”

When he walked out, you sank behind the cash register, hands over your warm cheeks as you squealed.

It was kind of like a date, right? In your mind, he just wanted to bake with you, but to you it was a date!

Once you were home, you scoured through your closet, struggling to find something cute to wear that you thought Tobias might like.

After 30 minutes of trying on clothes and tossing them aside, you decided on something simple and comfortable to bake in that would also be appropriate for a possible date.

You stood outside his door, a parasol keeping the fading sunlight off of your skin. After knocking, you heard some rummaging before footsteps approached you.

Tobias answered his front door, wearing only a bag of sweatpants. Sweat dropped down his toned, tan chest and his tail picked up speed when his eyes met yours.

“Hey, sorry I’m still a bit sweaty from my work out. You smell- I mean you look nice.”

You were too busy staring at his glistening pecs to notice his slip of the tongue. “Ahh, thank you…”

He smiled, wiping his brow before stepping aside. “Come on in, I cleaned up the kitchen a minute ago!”

You bit back a laugh, spotting crumpled baking supplies sitting on the counter. Rolling up your sleeves, you got to work whipping up something sweet.

He hovered behind you, watching with great interest as you cracked another egg into the bowl. It was hard to concentrate when you could almost hear his warm blood rushing through his veins, only aggravated by his post workout scent.

You were definitely aroused, but tried to play it off… Tobias, however, knew your scent was off.

You yelped when he suddenly started to sniff at your neck, moving down your back. “T-Toby, what are you-“

He stopped, his cheeks reddening as he stepped back. “Sorry, I forgot that uh… that’s not normal for non-werewolves…”

He looked away shyly, scratching the back of his head. “You just… smell different.”

His tail wagged, and he tried his best to hide his boner as you continued. Tobias was truly a sweet guy with good intention, he was just a bit of a himbo.

The werewolf followed you around like an oversized puppy, his tail knocking over random objects in the kitchen. Although he was making a mess, you couldn’t help but find him cute. Getting to see him at home where he was comfortable felt like a treat to you!

The sexual tension was rising by the second, and you both felt your arousal growing. Tobias still hadn’t put on a shirt, but he was a little ditsy so you couldn’t blame him for forgetting.

“Hey…” Tobias called out as you put the pie in the oven. “Do you… wanna stay for a movie or something?”

Your eyes widened, and you looked over at the blushing werewolf. Although you wanted nothing more than to stay with him a little longer…

“Sorry, I have to feed tonight. If I don’t drink enough blood I get woozy.”

For a moment, Tobias looked disappointed, but suddenly his face lit up. “Just drink from me!”

Your undead heart leapt into your throat as you struggled to comprehend what he just said. There was no way Tobias knew how intimate it was to drink from someone else, you knew that, but it made your plump thighs tremble regardless.

“A-alright… I guess I can do that.”

He sat on the couch, looking up at you with those big blue eyes of his. “Is this an okay position?”

You nodded slowly, climbing into his lap. He blinked, smiling widely as you pushed his dark hair away from his neck. “Y-yeah, it’ll hurt for just a second…”

Your fangs extended, glinting in the faint light of his living room before you leaned forward to plunge them into his neck.

“F-fuck!”

His large hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his lap until you could feel the bulge in his pants.

Tobias let out a growl, your flustered expression unseen by the werewolf as he began to move you against his bulge.

“Sorry… just… got all worked up, you know?”

You continued to drink, and his tail wagged when he noticed you rocking your hips with him. When you were full, you pulled away and panted softly, blood dripping down your chin.

Tobias leaned forward and licked it off, his blue eyes cloudy with lust. “… how about you just stay the night?”

Neither of you were thinking much as you made the way to his bedroom, you were too busy locking lips. His tongue entered your mouth, and he pinned you against the wall.

“God, I’ve wanted this for a long time…” he said, staring down at you like a lovesick puppy. “You’re just perfect…”

“You… wanted me?”

All those days spent pining after him, wanting nothing more than to feel his muscular frame against your soft one… you could have had him all along!?

“Let’s not waste any time then!”

You surprised Tobias with your strength when you pulled him along to the bedroom, his ears flicking and tail wagging enthusiastically. He was just a needy puppy that was excited to have you all to himself!

Within seconds you were in nothing but the lingerie you picked out to wear underneath your clothes. Tobias’s cock strained against his sweatpants as he drooled.

“You look amazing… want…”

He sat at the edge of the bed, laying on his belly as he positioned his head between your legs. “Need…”

Tobias pulled the lacy fabric to the side, humping the bed like a desperate dog as he took in your pussy’s scent for the first time.

He lapped at one of your puffy lips, his pupils displaying before he buried his face between your thighs and began eating you out.

You bucked your hips tugging on his hair and moaning while he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes. Tobias found the way you whimpered and tried to cover your face as he devoured your chubby pussy absolutely adorable.

His tongue moved over your swollen clit, stimulating it as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You could already see a wet spot forming on his sweatpants, knowing werewolves came a lot.

“Wanna… wanna mate…”

Tobias climbed up, panting as he pulled the waistband down and let his cock spring free. It was huge, pulsing, and twitching.

“T-Toby… I wanna mate with you too…”

You whimpered, feeling him press against you. The tip of his cock was already pressing into your cunt, and the stretch was… pleasant.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving long scratches in his thick skin. Tobias was stretching you out nice and slow, keeping one of his fingers on your clit.

“That’s it, that’s my little mate…”

He moved his hips at a moderate place, playing with your nipples and clit to stimulate you. You had the urge to feed, to bite down on him, and when Tobias noticed he leaned forward so you could sink your teeth into his shoulder.

The man was a werewolf, he could take some blood loss, and the idea of you biting and marking his body ruled him up.

“That’s it, mark me up… f-fuck, gonna stuff you full alright?”

Another growl rumbled in his chest and he lifted your hips so he could fuck deeper into you. “G-gonna breed you, okay? Gotta have my pups, you’ll give me a litter won’t you?”

Watching your pussy stretch around his cock, squeezing it when you came was enough to have the man groaning with pleasure. You pulled back from his neck to kiss him, letting your tongue twirl around one another before he turned you so you could lie on your soft belly.

Your face squished against the pillow, and now Tobias could properly mount his mate. His cock twitched inside you as your plump ass rippled with each thrust.

“Gonna cum!”

Tobias groaned out, completely lost in the feeling of your pussy. His seed spilled into your belly, filling you up completely.

He slumped over you, a low purring emanating from his body. When you started to move, he used his weight to keep you still.

“Don’t move… gonna knot you…”

Before you could ask, you yelped at the feeling of his cock swelling up inside of you. You could barely take it, panting softly as a bulge formed in your belly.

He cooed, rubbing the bulge before moving the toe of you into a better position. Tobias cuddled you from behind, leaving bites and kisses on your neck.

“Knotting… I forgot about that part,” you murmured. Do to having a crush on Tobias, you had done some naughty research into werewolf sex that involved a lot of porn and masturbation.

“Mmph, that's the best part… now we’re locked up for the next hour.”

The two of you ended falling asleep long before the swelling went down, and from then on you had yourself a boyfriend.

Work became even more fun… especially when no one was in the cafe.

“B-but what if someone hears us?”

“We’ll be quiet, it’ll be okay.”

You pouted, unable to deny your cute boyfriend when his tail was wagging and his cock was pressed against your dripping pussy. Sure, the cafe was empty, but what if someone walked in?

He fucked into you carefully, sighing as you tried your best to keep your eye on the door while peeking out of the bathroom. Tobias covered your mouth to muffle your moans, leaning down to nip at your neck and lick the marks he left.

“My good little mate, taking me so well… you’re all wet, getting excited at the thought of getting caught, huh?”

You bit your lip, letting out a needy whine as he groped your tits. “You’re insatiable, this is the third time this week…”

“Hey, I can’t help that I’m in rut, and when I smell you getting all aroused when I visit it gets me going!”

Tobias came inside of you, nearly making the two of you top over as he relaxed and rested his weight on you.

Now, you were stuck taking orders from customers who could smell the werewolf’s musky cum on you. It was embarrassing, and they wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?”

Tobias grinned as he drove you home after work, and it was hard to stay mad at your sweet himbo. “Can’t have any getting the wrong idea and trying to court my little vampire mate.”

You huffed, then laughed a bit when he gave you puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, I guess not.”

You never thought your crush would like you back, but now you had a great boyfriend and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

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Dragon Hybrid Butler that can't help but let his eyes rove over you every time he thinks you aren't looking. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you, roaming up and down your body.

Dragon Hybrid Butler that tuts as you trip over his carefully placed tail, causing you to fall forward into him. His hand is so firmly helping you keep balance against him, yet also keeping you pressed close to him.

Dragon Hybrid Butler who might just be peeping around your privacy screen as he waits for you to change your clothing. You can tell, but why would you point it out when his attention feels so good?

Dragon Hybrid Butler who can't help himself, palming his cock over his pants when you reach down to pick something up. It would be so easy for him to simply lift your skirts and take you right there, you know.

Dragon Hybrid Butler that can't help himself, his tail now coiling around your thigh as he hopelessly ruts into you, apologizing for his indecency to his mistress, but continuing no less.

Dragon Hybrid Butler is a creature of greed, you see, and you're simply his most precious treasure. It was only a matter of time before he finally stuck his claim on- well, in- you.

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The Knight's gauntlet brushes gently against his Highness' throat as he brushes his hair back behind his ear. Leather against flesh. A fleeting touch that isn't meant to linger. It was just to fix something, as they stand alone in the hall. So that his Prince was in his best condition when they joined the others in the great hall.

But the Prince clasps his hand gently over the metal and holds his hand to his throat. He looks up at him with such a gentle look- like a fawn. And before he can talk reason into the Prince- to tell him that here is certainly not the place and that what he's thinking is highly inappropriate- he's being pulled closer. The Prince is pressing his gauntlet down onto his throat firmer. He's leading the Knights other hand down to his hip.

"I need you."

The Prince gasps out like a prayer. And it's all the Knight can do to at least shove the boy into a dark spot of the hall to at least try and save him from being seen.

"You're being indecent. We're not even in your chambers and you're acting like a harlot."

He warns. But it's never really a warning, is it? If he really cared, he wouldn't encourage it by tightening his fingers around the boys throat. Or by sliding his hand from the Prince's hips to the waistband of his trousers- and pulling them down just enough to press the tip of a gauntleted finger to the boys throbbing clit.

"This is what you think you need, hm? When you're supposed to be in there- mingling and courting? Then so be it. But you will be quiet, or we will be caught. And what would the people think- finding out their Prince is such a harlot that he needs a hand on his cunt in the middle of their halls because he can't even wait an hour."

It's not like the boy is even listening anymore. How could he pay any attention - with his dear Knight finger banging him in the hall. His own moans drowned out by the sounds of music and cheers from the Great Hall on the other side of the stone wall. Not that the Knight minds. Really- the Prince doesn't need to think. He does just fine looking so cute and mewling so sweetly with metal and leather shoved up his cunt.

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Snake-eyed, with a sly smile

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THEY'RE BOTH GUYS and MY OCS don't tag otherwise thanks BOTH ARE HE/him

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Two knights dueling each other to win the favor of the prince

Spoilers they both fuck the prince together.

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One of this guy's older brothers from my dumb lil modern fantasy thing

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motivational mimikyu ko-fi request!

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Sleep paralysis is so unfair I wanna hold hands with the demon not just watch it

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Oh to lay in bed cuddling a cold vampire on a hot day. Each kiss cooling your skin but warming your blood. You may get a few nibbles during your cuddle session. Don't worry about it.

Things might geat a little hot and heavey but you'll have a cold vampire to cool you off after.

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it must’ve been soooooo hot being a gay knight fucking another gay knight hearing the armor clank while y’all rawdog medieval style just two sweaty burly knights going at it i need to sit down

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𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔪 Joel Miller x male reader

Summary: Joel sees you dancing with someone else. He doesn’t say a word, rather he later shows you exactly what that did to him.

Tags: Set in The Last of Us Part 2 during that dance scene. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Angst. Jealousy. Protective Joel Miller. Feral Joel Miller. Age gap. Tommy Miller acting like all little brothers do. Smut. Gay smut. Top Joel Miller. Handjob (r receaving) Size difference. Anal sex.

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Words count: 5000

Warm music soaked Jackson, that old slow-dance tempo thudding soft against the ribs of everyone packed into the place. Lights hung low from the beams, flickering gold on raised glasses.

Ellie was out there. She hadn’t seen you watching, didn’t need to. That was part of the peace you felt seeing her out in the open, letting herself smile without biting it back, her shoulders loose together with Dina as they laughed.

Joel watched it all, flannel stretched across his forearms, sleeves rolled up. He wasn’t observing with resentment or that protective bristle he’d had years ago with her. He watched proud and quietly, a warmth too big for his ribcage.

He sure wasn’t the only one there quietly soaking in the sight of Ellie free and happy.

You stood near the back, close to the wood stove’s heat to feel it through your sleeves, arms folded but not tense. Not sulking, just watching the dance floor.

You tapped your fingers lightly on your thigh to the beat, eyes on Ellie, mouth open into this little smile. A flash of pride, the quiet joy you only get when watching someone you’ve protected, bled for, do something beautiful and be themselves.

You were family to him and her, someone who’d bled beside her when the world didn’t want her to live past Salt Lake. He’d seen you watch her with that smile, that ache of affection that made something inside Joel twisted sharp.

You hadn’t turned to him but he watched you looking, your jaw soft and relaxed, head tilted slightly with the weight of memory and Joel imagined too easily how your head would feel pressed against his neck just like that.

Right there on that goddamn dance floor, slow and lazy like the music wanted, the two of you swaying with your fingers curled into the back of his shirt, your head resting on his shoulder, hair brushing his beard and arms lazily looped behind his neck while his big hands settled low on your waist, maybe daring to edge a thumb just under the hem of your shirt.

He’d be whispering something into your ear about your timing being off or how you didn’t know how to let someone else lead, but really, he’d be saying it just to feel the warm puff of your laughter against his neck.

He swallowed thickly and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. You deserved better than someone who’s got blood under every fingernail.

He was so deep with the memory of your laugh during some forgotten stop on the road years back, that he didn’t hear Tommy come up until the younger Miller’s hand slapped his shoulder.

“Jesus, Joel. If you were starin’ any harder, you’d start a fire. What’s got you so hypnotized?” Tommy followed his gaze back across the barn. First to Ellie, then—

“Ah.”

Joel scowled. “Don’t start.”

“Start what? I didn’t say anythin’.”

“You’re sayin’ plenty.”

Tommy had that shit-eating grin only a younger brother could perfect. Maria was beside him, her arm linked with his and smiled knowingly, gaze following Joel’s earlier trail across the room but she thankfully remained silent.

She knew when a conversation was fraternal territory and she walked off towards some friends but not before squeezing her husband’s shoulder one time to quietly leave alert him.

Tommy grinned wider. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with admirin’, you know. I did a fair bit of that myself watchin’ my girl from the sidelines before I grew a spine and got off my ass.”

Joel didn’t answer. Just grunted, sucked in a breath through his teeth and cut his eyes away, jaw twitching like he’d been caught stealing. “You talk too much, Tommy.”

They both stood there in silence, watching the crowd in front of them dance.

Tommy leaned besides him, boot tapping absently against wood, arms folded. That kind of silence that only happened between brothers, one where everything unspoken had already been said a hundred times over and now it was just waiting for someone to pull the pin again.

“Y’know, Maria said somethin’ funny today. Thought you two were a thing.”

Joel scoffs. “We ain’t.” Dry, flat and dismissive.

Tommy turned toward him, eyebrows raised, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t say you were. Just that it looked like maybe… you wanted to be.”

That got Joel’s attention. Barely, but it did something. He shifted his weight, jaw flexing, eyes narrowing to suggest irritation, or discomfort. Or both.

“Look, man… after all the shit we’ve done—all the blood— if somethin’ good comes your way, you really gonna walk past it? ’Cause what? You think you don’t deserve it?”

Joel ground his molars, a tension that worked up from his jaw into the back of his neck, slow and tight.

“It’s not simple.” The words were low. Not defensive or angry, just worn-out, hollow around the edges.

“Don’t gotta be complicated, either.” Tommy leaned forward slightly, elbows braced on his knees, voice calm but steady. “You think someone follows you across a fuckin’ country, watches you kill, kills for you, and still sticks around?”

“Quit it.” His voice wasn’t raised, but it had that gravel-laced edge that meant he wasn’t asking.

Tommy didn’t react much, just snorted softly and tipped the bottle, draining the last bitter inch of beer. He knew his older brother was too damn stubborn and scared of doing something that might make him feel good. But the seed was in, watered and sunlit, already showing signs of rooting.

The bartender drifted over, sleeves rolled to the elbow and the black shirt he wore marked with the small, unassuming Tipsy Bison logo at the collar. His hands, big-knuckled and callused but precise, were wiping the last glass behind the bar as he moved over, eyes on Tommy.

“You want one more for the road?” His voice was easy and familiar, used to Tommy’s presence. “Still got a little of the good rye left.”

Tommy shook his head. “Nah, I’m done. Don’t need Maria draggin’ my ass outta here again. We got patrol rotation in the mornin’. Better if half the town doesn’t wake up hungover.”

The bartender gave a crooked smile. “Fair. You’re the last of the troublemakers, anyway.”

Tommy gestured to the bar. “You too, man. You can call it a night. Ain’t nobody left who’s gonna need drinkin’ this late, if they do, they shouldn’t.”

A quick laugh. “You kickin’ me outta my own bar?”

“I’m sayin’ relax, unwind a little. You’re what—off shift now?”

The man nodded. “Technically done twenty minutes ago.”

“Go enjoy yourself, son. You got somethin’ planned?” It was polite, meant to be dismissive, not curious. Joel knew his brother’s tone too well, there was no real interest.

“Nothin’ solid,” he said with a shrug. His gaze didn’t scan the crowd but pinpointed, fixed somewhere near the far end of the room and Joel didn’t need to follow it to know where it landed, much like a predator when someone stepped into its territory.

“Just sayin’ hi,” the man muttered before walking off, not even really to Tommy, just as a loose explanation.

A spark struck in Joel’s gut and ignited something primal. His jaw was locked so tight the veins in his neck stood out, thick ropes beneath skin weathered by age. The rough scrape of his teeth clenching could’ve set sparks if they’d been steel. He didn’t even realize his hands had curled into fists on the table until he felt the bite of his own knuckles pressing hard against the wood.

The man reached you, a bold and easy smile as he extended his hand to invite you.

Joel could see your brows rose, a small huff of a laugh with head tilted, as though caught off-guard by the offer but not offended. Your body leaned back just slightly, shoulders loose, mouth curling faint at the corner, a gesture that screamed amused and a little coy.

Joel’s chest was hollow as you raised your hand to take the offered one. No resistance or reluctance, maybe a playful roll of your eyes, sure, but your fingers still slid into his.

“Aw, hell,” Tommy murmured beside him, voice light but cautious, as if trying to downplay the coiling tension radiating from Joel’s frame.

He pulled you onto the floor, placing his other hand carefully at your waist gently.

There was no way of controlling it, Joel’s gaze kept slipping, one sideways glance at a time, always pulled toward the same pair of figures amid the slow-dancing crowd.

You were laughing again as the bastard said something and whatever it was, it had you leaning in, your fingers tightening lightly on his forearm.

The lines around Joel’s eyes deepened. His thick and callused fingers coiled tighter around the pint glass in front of him, the pads of his fingertips turning white with pressure.

“C’mon, brother. Don’t do this to yourself.” Tommy let out a slow breath after mumbling those words.

Joel didn’t look at him. The taut lines of restraint, the hard set of his mouth and slight twitch at the corner of his eye gave Tommy all he needed to know. Every piece of his body screamed tightly-coiled fury wearing a mask of indifference and it was only by sheer force of habit that he hadn’t already gotten up, marched across the room and shoved the boy’s hand clean off you.

His mouth was a flat, grim line, lips drawn so tight they barely looked like they could part again.

Tommy smirked a little, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, studying his brother’s expression like he was gauging the range of a bomb just before it went off.

“He’s just messin’ around, nothin’ serious from what I see,” he said after a long pause.

“You’re not mad at me, though, right? I mean, how was I supposed to know he was aimin’ his sights that way?”

Nothing.

The man was closer now, leaning in and whispering something in your ear and you smiled up at him.

The one that used to be reserved for Joel only and that he’d earned, again and again, when you found something to laugh about even shaking hands, or when you managed to get a clean kill with a rifle after weeks of struggling and looked back at him for approval. The one you gave him after patching him up, eyes crinkling at the corners as you muttered, ‘Tough old bastard, ain’t you?’

The venom was bleeding from his eyes even as he clung to that brittle mask of indifference. No words, just a low rasp rumbled from deep in his chest, loud enough to be acknowledged and alert his unwillingness to talk.

The man had tortured monsters with less fury than what simmered now in the marrow of his bones.

Those hands slid lower on your waist, fingertips edging past the hem of your shirt. His mouth tilted toward your ear again and you leaned into him with eagerness.

The glass beneath Joel’s hand creaked, the ridge of it left a red indent across his fingers.

The need to close them around something softer, more breakable than glass— a certain someone’s throat— boiled to the surface. He already imagined wrapping his hand around it, squeezing and watching the smirk vanish, replaced by panic, a flailing attempt to retreat.

It shouldn’t have felt good, but it did anyway.

Tommy exhaled next to him as he watched sidelong, voice softer now, maybe worried of Joel possibly about to gut the unaware man. “Jesus, Joel. We do still need people for patrol. Save the murder face for the clickers.”

The legs of the chair scraped back across the floorboards as he rose, stiff and sharp.

"Joel." Tommy stood halfway up, but he didn't reach out, not really. He knew better.

The older Miller said nothing. He didn't even glance at his brother as he walked away.

The night air hit him dry and bitter, cold in the lungs as he exhaled like he was trying to burn something out from inside. The door creaked shut behind him, muffling the laughter, the music.

He’d never known what to do with that quiet, gnawing and helpless kind of want. Especially not when the thing he wanted looked so happy in someone else’s arms.

Joel kept his head down while walking until he reached the steps of his porch.

Three creaking boards, weathered smooth from time and boots, and then dropped himself down into the chair, tired bones and thoughts that wouldn’t quit.

Propped beside the chair was his guitar, old and soft in the way Joel handled it. He reached for it without thinking like muscle memory. His right arm cradled the body, fingers falling into place near the strings while the left hand found the neck, fingertips rough but careful as they curled over the frets.

The strings buzzed under his calloused fingers with the first light touch, thumb drawing down in a slow drag, testing the tension.

The first few notes were soft, a mournful hum of old wood and wire, warm tones that spilled out into the cold air. It kept bleeding from the guitar, slow and mournful, but Joel didn’t lift his eyes.

Not even when your boots thudded gently on the steps and the boards creaked beneath your weight.

Because that’s how you always were. Steps as soft as a falling leaf, but every bit as deadly as a lone wolf trailing its prey through snow.

He kept playing, jaw tight, eyes still trained on that empty stretch of street ahead of him, body slack in a way it never was when people were around. His hands moved still, but his mind wasn’t on the frets anymore.

The song dipped low again before he stopped mid-line. The final chord left hanging, incomplete as the strings quivered under his hand.

He wasn’t surprised to see you standing there when his eyes were lifted.

You leaned on the porch rail, arms crossed lazily over the wood, a moderate grin tugging at the edge of your mouth. Curiosity and amusement dancing on your features. Maybe even a little amused but not mocking.

“What’re you doin’ here? Thought you were havin’ a fine enough time back there.” His voice didn’t carry a note of invitation. Rough around the edges and colder than the bite in the air.

You tilted your head slightly, caught off guard only for a second before your expression settled into something easier.

“I could ask you the same,” you said, voice warm despite the cold shoulder, despite the way he never looked up. “Didn’t exactly slip out unnoticed, y’know.”

Joel didn’t flinch, didn’t stop plucking at the guitar. But the line of his jaw flexed. That confirmation that you’d been watching him too set heavier on his chest than he liked to admit.

Joel finally muttered, “You and Ellie seem just fine without me.”

The words were stiff. His fingers fumbled over a chord, striking a sharp note that buzzed dissonant and sour before fading out.

You exhaled, barely. That old weight in your chest curled tighter. “Sure, but I would’ve liked it a hell of a lot better if someone else had been there for me instead.”

You wet your lips, heart threatening to kick straight through your ribs. “Someone older, quiet. A little mean and looks like he’s never smiled once in his life. Someone that makes me feel safer than anyone else ever has.”

He exhaled through his nose like a bull staring down a red flag, the fingers holding the guitar twitched but his gaze kept sealed down.

Joel could wound with silence better than most people could with words. You’d spent enough years beside him to figure out when Joel was using distance like a shield.

He’d never been the type to sugar-coat what didn’t need saying. The fact that he hadn’t told you to get lost yet spoke louder than anything else.

The creak of the porch beneath your boot was barely audible as you got closer to him under the soft music still drifting through the town, even if muffled now by distance and walls, the warm hum from the hall you’d left behind.

He was handsome in the same way old forest trees are. Impossibly strong, dark, scarred and stoic, thick-knuckled hands calloused with time. His face was all edges and earth, lit by the orange glow of the lantern beside the door. Beard now more salt than pepper and jaw set with that same quiet power you remembered from the first time you saw him gun down a man without blinking.

When you reached him, your hands extended slowly into his line of vision, fingers open in a silent offer.

Joel finally looked up. Brows drawn low, eyes shadowed and narrowed, mouth in a flat line that promised nothing good for your evening.

A terrifying glare that warned anyone who could see it.

You knew it by heart at this point and, even if it made your heartbeat spike up significantly, your grin widened, easy, soft and cocky.

“Wanna move a bit?”

Joel’s brow ticked up and the look in his eyes was incredulous in a way that made something twist low in your belly.

“…Boy,” he muttered, voice soaked in that Texas drawl like a blade dipped in bourbon, “I swear t’God I’ll smash this guitar over your goddamn head if you don’t get off my porch with that shit.”

You raised both hands in surrender, laughing, but didn’t move more than a step back.

“Alright, alright,” you said, smirk still stretching your mouth. “Guess I’ll just ask that fella to teach me a few more of those spins. He was great, you know? Real patient—”

The guitar went still in Joel’s fingers as he settled it down decisively and rose from the chair with a low grunt, towering, his shoulders squaring as he turned fully toward you.

A dark grumble rolled out of his chest as big and rough palms settled on your waist, yanking you in with zero hesitation and effort until the only thing separating the two of you was the inch of air between your lips.

Your chest slammed lightly against his, the thick warmth of his body flooding through you in one heavy wall of man. Calloused fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, hips locked close, so close your belt brushed his.

Your heart slammed against your ribs like it might leap into your throat and confess everything for you. You swallowed hard, kept your chin up, but goddamn if it wasn’t obvious.

He saw the twitch in your mouth and that flicker of breath you held for half a second too long. There was a twitch of his lips, a flare of satisfaction before his mouth set back in a tight line.

That scarred brow heavy, eyes watching the ground past your shoulder like he was seeing something no one else could. There was no joy in his expression, no ease, only that distant, haunted vacancy that always sat behind his eyes when he was too far inside his own thoughts.

You leaned forward, the space between you vanishing when your head rested gently in the crook of his neck, breath brushing the coarse hairs at his throat. His coffee and pine scent invaded your lungs with a softness that made your eyes want to close.

Joel went still for a second before his hands adjusted. One moved up slightly along your back, his palm flattening under your shoulder blade, fingers splayed wide. The other at your waist, holding you firmer now.

“Ellie talked to me yesterday.” You felt the small hitch of breath in his chest against yours, followed by a low grunt deep in his throat, the sound of curiosity coated in dust. His thumb flexed where it rested at your back, an invitation to go on.

You smiled into his neck as you mumbled against his skin. “She hadn’t said a damn word to me since… y’know. After she found out.”

You didn’t say Salt Lake nor mentioned the Fireflies. He knew it already. That decision was etched into his spine.

“Months of nothing, just head nods and avoidance. Wouldn’t even share a patrol route if her life depended on it.”

You laughed softly. Joel didn’t, but he was listening.

“Then yesterday, just as I’m settin’ out with boots half-laced, still gnawin’ on a cold biscuit, she greets me.”

Joel’s brow twitched and you grinned into his neck. “Swear to God, Joel. She said ‘Hey.’ Hey. That’s a fuckin’ royal invitation comin’ from her.”

He let out a puff of air, almost a laugh. His hand at your back moved slightly, circling your spine now.

“Then, like she wasn’t already tearin’ down every wall between us, she asks me for tips on Dina. Like— I’m sittin’ there with my mouth open like a damn trout outta water and this little punk laughs in my face, even try to hide it like she’s still too cool for feelings.”

Joel’s chest shook barely, but he was smiling while he held you now, a little closer, a little firmer.

“I think she’s comin’ around,” you murmured. “She might never say it, but that wall’s got cracks now and that’s somethin’.”

Joel didn’t answer, you pulled back to look at him and he was already looking at you. Those dark eyes made your breath get caught behind your teeth, the air between you tightened like a snare.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to her… and to me. Whether I deserve it or not.” Tone hoarse and dangerously low, warm breath making contact with your lips from how close he was.

All that emerged from your throat were shallow and shaking breaths. Your chest rose with it, tight with pressure you couldn’t name.

“I ain’t a good man. If you’re gonna stay by me…” His voice dipped, dark and sure. “You better be ready to bleed.”

Your brows twitched upward, subtle but visible in surrender, mouth slack with stunned hunger and eyes pleading, head tilted just slightly toward the heat of his breath.

When his gaze flicked down to your lips, it was less invitation than inevitability as his mouth went after yours.

Not gentle, all teeth, tongue and years of restraint collapsing into seconds of desperate, feral need. Lips parted wide and rough, your gasp swallowed whole by him.

Those broad and scarred hands clamped down on your waist with force, beard scraping your jaw in hard strokes, each pass leaving a trace of burn, an afterglow of possession. Your arms winded around his neck until your fingers plunged into the thick salt-and-pepper strands at the nape. He groaned into your mouth at the contact, dragging you deeper against him, chest to chest, all heat and muscle and God, he was so fuckin’ solid.

The longer he kissed you, the more control slipped. You could feel it in the way his hands flexed, the way he growled softly when your teeth grazed his bottom lip in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

The porch behind you groaned under the sudden shift of weight as he pushed you into the wood with his body, all of him pressing forward heavily.

And still he didn’t stop devouring kissing you.

One of your hands flew up, grabbing the beam behind you for balance as Joel’s thigh slid forward, pressing between your legs. His mouth dropped to your jaw, kissing, biting and dragging sharp lines of heat across your throat.

His teeth scraped a vicious trail from your earlobe to the hinge of your jaw and you shivered. “Y’sure you wanna—”

“Yes,” you choked out before the words even fully left his mouth. “Fuck, Joel—yes.”

He bent, caught your thighs to lift you up, strong and big biceps locking under your legs, and the impact of your body against his chest forced a stunned sound out of you. He turned fast, grunted as his shoulder crashed into the door to make it swing open and pull you inside.

A solid thud came when your back was pressed against the nearby wall, the pictures rattling in their frames from the force. His body a wall of heat and tension as he crowed you there, pressing you up to let his mouth on your throat again with no warning.

You jolted against him as he bit hard, hips bucking up, and Joel groaned into your neck, teeth still clenched.

He answered that reaction by thrusting his thigh higher between yours and you gasped. The flex of muscle under denim hit you right where you needed and you felt the thick line of his bulge grinding between your legs with every roll of his hips, heavy and thick through the jeans.

Joel’s teeth were at your collarbone now, dragging heat down to your chest as he pulled your shirt up with one hand. The other slid beneath, those ruined callused fingers dragging rough over your ribs.

When his thumb grazed your nipple, your whole body arched. He shifted to let his hands drop suddenly. One hooked into the back of your thigh, pulling you tighter, the other already at your belt, undoing it while chuckling breathlessly at your reaction. His breath hitched as the metal clinked, fingers fumbling only once before freeing the buckle, yanking the waistband down enough to grip you.

You shoved his jacket back, dragging it off his shoulders completely, nails scraping down the ridges of his back to feel the thick line of muscle under the flannel. He rocked into you hard, mouth returning to yours, and this time he bit your lip when his hand was stroking you, dragging his thumb up over the head until your forehead collapsed into his shoulder.

“Jesus—Joel—”

He didn’t slow, every buckle of your hips, every low whimper you gave him, he chased, finding the rhythm that had your thighs trembling around his hips and then doubling down.

You fumbled for his belt, desperate to return the favor, but the moment your hand brushed the front of his bulge, he caught your wrist, pinning your hand on top of your hand while his own kept moving, now even faster.

His teeth sank into your shoulder as you came hard, legs buckling until your weight settled forward into him.

Trembling from the high end you reached, heart pounding so loud it thudded against Joel���s chest with every exhausted breath. The wall behind you was your only anchor, knees weak, mind scattered, skin fevered under the press of his body. Joel shifted his weight back half a step to look at you, brow furrowed, eyes drinking you in like you were something half-starved and holy as he walked with you towards the couch.

Your warmer than usual body sank in the soft material as he placed you there as gently as he could, settling himself between your wide open legs. It took nothing for him to put one of yours on his broad shoulder.

Barely managing to raise your head, the feeling of his hands, wet with you, drifted lower. Soon, slick fingers were pressed against your rim and a half-formed noise torn from your throat, legs twitching against his side. His other hand came to your hip to hold you still and those dark and hungry eyes held not a trace of hesitation, just the simmering heat of a man who’d made his decision hours ago and was now taking his goddamn time savoring it.

The first thick rigid breached past the tight ring of muscle, heat blooming sharp across your spine.

Joel’s lips were at your jaw now, breath hot against your skin. “Gotta get you ready,” he rasped, tone like smoke and grit. “Ain’t gonna fit otherwise.”

You tilted your head against his, almost immediately feeling the rough and patchy material of his beard against your own. He huffed a breath against your ear, halfway between a groan and a laugh.

“You thinkin’ ‘bout him now?” he murmured, voice pitched low like a secret.

You blinked, confused. “Wh—”

His fingers scissored, two now, stretching you slowly, rhythm picking up and feeling punishing. The pressure dragged a hiss from your throat and cut your answer off completely.

His free hand curled tight around your jaw, forcing your face to stay tipped up toward his while he loomed over, all bulk and heat, breath hot against your lips but not giving you a single inch more than he wanted.

“You were watchin’ and kept teasin’ me? Wanted to see if I’d do somethin’ about it?” Voice rasped straight from the pit of his chest, wrecked from arousal and anger.

His mouth hovered beside your ear, lips brushing your skin to let you feel the heat of every syllable as he spoke low. “I’ll break anyone’s fuckin’ fingers,” Joel said, low and deadly quiet. “Twist ’em ‘til they scream if they ever try to touch you.” He growled, two fingers buried in you to the knuckle, curling as he scissored you open wider.

“Ain’t gonna let you forget this.” He groaned right into the hinge of your jaw, breath searing hot as his hips pressed forward, that thick cock grinding against your bare hole, still trapped behind the denim.

Three fingers now that made your hips arch forward, hand clawing uselessly at his arms as he kept working them in. His free hand came up again, pressing to your abdomen and holding you still.

“‘S alright,” he muttered. “Breathe. Stay still and let me do the work.”

You could barely breathe, chest heaving, mouth open in panting silence as he twisted his fingers deep, dragging across that spot that had your thighs jolting.

You tried to grind down and meet the rhythm but he held you tight. That sliver of Joel that liked seeing you break emerging but hidden well.

Even with your body twitching, he didn’t rush when his fingers slipped out, hole soaked and stretched while you panted his name like a prayer tangled in sin.

The soft clink of the metal made your spine arch. He pressed a kiss on your jaw, then higher to your cheek as he stood momentarily, the sound of a zipper dragged low, followed by rustle of denim.

He leaned in again, brushing the leaking head of his cock against your rim, thick and heavy. He wrapped one hand around it and gave it one lazy stroke, a bead of precum slicked the slit as the tip nudged you.

“Joel,” you gasped, voice cracking. “Please—” His teeth sank into the muscle at the base of your neck, right over your pulse, claiming.

A guttural grunt tore out of him, vibrating straight through his chest and into yours while you whimpered beneath him, your hands flying up to clutch at his arms, his biceps like steel as they flexed above you, holding himself aloft with terrifying control.

Joel shifted his hips forward for that flushed crown to pop inside, a hot, burning push that made your mouth drop open and your knees jerk up around his ribs in instinct. Your hands flew from his arms to the back of his neck, clutching tight, like anchoring yourself to him would stop you from breaking apart.

“God,” you gasped. “Joel—f-fuck—”

He pushed in another inch and groaned, punched out of him after being trapped behind his ribs. His head dropped again, his forehead falling to your shoulder, sweat already damp at his hairline.

“You’re tight as hell.” He rasped into your skin while working another inch inside. Joel shifted his weight onto one elbow so his free hand could slide down your side, palm splaying over your ribs, then your stomach, pressing flat to the center of your abdomen.

When he pushed in deeper, he pressed hard while you stretched to accommodate how deep he was as he bottomed out, cock pressed deep, thick base snug against your rim.

The heat of his breath on your skin overlapped with the scraping on your shoulder made by his beard and you clenched involuntarily around him.

His whole body shuddered above you while he stayed there, buried to the hilt, panting hard against your neck.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low and raw, gentler now, but only just. “Breathe, c’mon. Gimme that breath.”

Barely capable of even acknowledging his voice, you offered a faint nod to him and he waited until your muscles stopped clenching and your breath evened.

The first drag out was agonizingly slow with the intension to let you feel every damn ridge and vein scraping your insides, dragging across that swollen, tender spot deep inside as your whole body jolted, a gasp catching in your throat, choked back in as he slammed back in.

He started fucking you with heavy, measured pace of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Brutal thrusts that knocked the air out of you, your cock untouched and twitching, leaking between you both.

His hands tightening on your thighs until you were sure bruises would bloom there by morning, hips stuttering for half a second as he pressed in deep, grinding hard and slow.

“Ffffuck, Joel—” your hisses were met with no reply back, just barely audible grunts while his now pale knuckle slipped up your back, curling behind your neck and held you to him while he rutted deep.

He bit down on your neck, grunting like a wild thing, muffling a ragged moan into your shoulder as his pace grew frantic. He gasped there on your skin, one last thrust before you felt it spilling deep inside you, hot and thick.

Joel’s whole body trembled and he crushed down onto you, buried as deep as you could take him while thick pulses of come flooded you full, warmth spreading inside in hot, slow waves.

The silence that followed couldn’t really be classified as it. A mixture of your pulse hammering in your ears, Joel’s chest pressed firm to yours, both of you slick with sweat and trembling breath.

He finally drew his hips back, slow and careful every drag of his softening cock slipped out, the slick mess of his spend leaking down the backs of your thighs. The emptiness left behind was hard to sustain.

One strong arm stayed around your lower back, keeping you cradled against him while his free hand cupped the back of your neck. He stood there with his forehead resting against yours, his breath mixing with yours in that small space between mouths.

You leaned over, kissed the corner of his mouth. He didn’t kiss back immediately, but he didn’t pull away either.

Eventually, Joel stood, reached for a blanket draped over the back of the chair. Without a word, he pulled it down and handed it to you, then crossed the room and disappeared for a moment, returning with a damp cloth. He knelt again between your legs, the heat of him brushing your thighs as he cleaned you up with surprising care.

He glanced up, eyes meeting yours as he gave a low, almost reluctant grunt. “…C’mon.”

He stood again, reached out and this time he didn’t wait. Just took your hand, fingers rough and calloused but steady as they wrapped around yours.

“Bed’s warmer,” he said, voice low.

Joel didn’t say anything else. Just turned and walked slowly down the hall, not glancing back, but you didn’t need him to.

The quiet truth of a man who’d never been able to promise much but somehow, in his silence, had just promised everything.

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You've been sneaking off to spend time with your orc lover for weeks now. The two of you go swimming in the lake, have picnics, and fuck. Sometimes he brings you bouquets of wildflowers. You've been trying to teach him to knit, but his fingers are far too big for the needles. 

All this beats dealing with your impending arranged marriage to a nobleman's son who doesn't love you; he only sees you as a prize. The whole thing is being planned for you, so what's the point? You would much rather spend time with your orc lover who adores you. 

As the date of your wedding looms closer, the two of you decide to run away together. You decide on a date to leave, and you hurriedly pack your things. However, as you're on your way out the door, you are confronted by guards who arrest you and throw you in the town jail. Your fiance is there waiting for you. He had one of his servants follow you the last time you sneaked away to have sex with your orc.

Fornicating with an orc is a crime in your village, punishable by death. 

You are to be hanged the next day. 

"Such a waste. You would have made a fine wife had you not been corrupted by that...thing," your fiance sneers before he leaves. 

As you are lead to the gallows, your thoughts drift to your beloved orc, who you'll never see again. Surely he must be worried about you; you were supposed to meet him hours ago. You know that if he came looking for you and showed his face, the whole town would riot. 

Tears begin to stream down your face as the noose is slipped around your neck. The whole town has gathered to watch your death. Some of them seem to be relishing it, another deviant sent to the gallows. Your parents have positioned themselves toward the back with grim looks on their faces. They do nothing to try and stop this. 

Just as the hangman approaches the lever that, when pulled, will end your life, an ear-splitting roar shakes the ground. Everyone turns and sees a massive orc, your orc, burst out of the woods and start barreling toward you, his weapon raised. Most of the crowd flees in terror. The few that stay get mowed down easily as he makes his way toward you. He cuts the rope around your neck, lowers you to safety, and rips the gallows apart with his bare hands before whisking you away with him. 

[just-some-trans-nobody]

*you can imagine in this scenario it won't kill you if that helps

[just-some-trans-nobody]

JUST THE TIP (Grommash Hellscream/Reader)

Summary: Grommash is determined to have you as his mate. There’s only one problem: Grom is too big.

Author’s note: Oh, boy. I have been OBSESSED with orcs lately. Especially the orcs in the Warcraft movie. Disclaimer btw: I don’t know a lot about Warcraft beyond the movie. I know some lore beyond that. So I apologize in advance. Also I wrote this in a way that you, my dear reader, don’t need to know anything about Warcraft either. Hopefully it can also be enjoyed as just a orc x human fic. And this is my 4th time writing smut, 2nd time writing it in oneshot format so I’m still very new to this lol. Also I don’t know orcish and the internet gave me very mixed translations, so I pieced it together the best I could.

Warning/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! Reader, Grom might be a little OOC but I don’t care, teratophillia/monster fucking, orc x human, oral sex (f! receiving), size differences (Grommash is bigger than you no matter your size, these orcs are big, okay?), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, just the tip but not actually, unprotected p in v, missionary position, mating press, slight breeding kink if you squint, Grom is secretly a sweetheart, change my mind, love confessions, self indulgent filth, not beta read, yeah I know having sex with an orc this big would be borderline impossible but I don’t care, I swear I made straight A’s in all of my anatomy classes

Also just a for some fun references check out this post and this post about the hand size of the orcs in this movie. I find their size absolutely fascinating and I had to make a fic exploring that.

Word Count: 3.3k

Being the mate of an orc is an interesting experience. It was already uncommon for a horde member to pick a human as a mate. And it was still frowned upon by many orcs. Grommash didn’t care though. Nobody could tell him that he couldn’t have you. From the moment he first saw you he felt himself being pulled towards you.

For the most part, picking you as his mate had been smooth sailing. He had asked you to go on a hunt alone with him. Orcs hunted all the time but asking someone to hunt alone with them tended to be an indication that they were choosing a mate. You didn’t know this when you had agreed to go. But it became obvious when halfway through the hunting trip Grom had pressed you against a tree, his large frame encapsulating you. Soon the hunting trip had turned into a heated make-out session.

Everything was going according to plan. He had gotten you back to his tent and sat you on the edge of his bed. There was only one problem in his plan to make you his mate: Grommash was too big.

There was simply no way that all of him could fit inside of you. You were absolutely sure of it.

There was one undeniable fact about orcs and that was that they were massive. They were bigger than all humans. It didn’t matter your size. They outweighed and towered over every human they came across. And Grommash was no exception. He was a warrior and the Chieftain of the Warsong clan after all, not to mention one of the biggest orcs in the clan.

His biceps were rounder than your head. His hands were bigger than your face. His fingers were incredibly large compared to yours.

You honestly weren’t sure what you were expecting but when you removed his pelt you were at a loss for words.

There was no way.

His cock was heavy and hard, hanging down in front of your face as you sat on the edge of the bed. It was green like the rest of his skin, the head was flushed a purple color.

You lifted it up a bit with your hand, feeling the weight of it. It was long and thick. You couldn’t even wrap your hand around it, your fingertips nowhere close to even meeting your thumb. You were too stunned to speak and your brain was scrambling to figure out the logistics of this massive thing going inside of you.

Grommash seemed to read your mind. He brought his thumb up to your face and rubbed your cheek. He smirked as he looked down at you.

“You don’t have to worry about it just yet,” he said.

As much as Grom wanted to plunge his cock all the way inside of you, he was content with pleasuring you in other ways for now.

His large hand moved down, resting on your shoulder. His thumb grazed your throat as he gently pushed you onto your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he knelt in front of you.

His hand found its way to the hem of your pants, hesitating for a moment to look up at you. After giving him a swift nod of approval his fingers latched underneath the hem. He mumbled something about “humans always wearing too much clothes” as he slid off your pants and underwear.

Grommash hummed to himself as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs as far apart as he could.

“Look at that,” he said.

He was staring at your glistening cunt in awe. You could hear a growl rumble in his chest as he brought his large fingers up to you, gently rubbing across your folds with his thumb. He grazed against your clit causing a gasp to escape your lips.

“So wet for me already,” he said, rubbing slow circles against your clit.

He paused for a moment causing you to whine. He shushed you as he spread apart the lips of your cunt with his large fingers. His index finger dipped down, lingering against your entrance but not entering. He looked as if he was deep in thought.

Maybe, just maybe.

Grommash leaned down further until his face was level with your pussy. He wrapped his hands around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He nuzzled his head in between your legs, tusks pressing into the skin between your thighs, as he licked experimentally up your folds.

You moaned, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Grommash chuckled before licking again, this time dipping his tongue into you. There was another rumble from his chest, the taste of you on his tongue unlocking something feral inside of him.

The grip on your thighs got tighter as he lapped at your cunt, licking and plunging into you in a desperate attempt to taste more of you.

Your hand snaked down, resting on his head as you moaned his name. Your fingers entwined in his raven hair, gripping just a bit. He growled in response, sending vibrations through your body. You shuddered a bit at the sensation.

He dragged his tongue against you, occasionally wrapping his large lips around your clit, sucking at the bud before dipping back down, fucking his tongue into your hole.

“Mmm…Grom, it feels so…good,” you moaned.

Without warning you felt Grom’s thick index finger begin to push inside of you. A guttural moan left your mouth as your back arched, grinding yourself against his face mindlessly. His finger stretched your walls as he entered you. There was some pain but your wetness let him slide in easier than either of you would have expected. It felt so perfect.

His tongue licked upwards before focusing on your clit, sucking it into his mouth once more. Your hips bucked against him causing him to groan. He slid his finger out before pushing it back in. He curled it inside of you, sliding it against your spongy walls. This was pleasure you simply had never experienced until now.

Before you knew it, he was pushing a second finger in, stretching you out more. Your mouth fell agape as you struggled to make any sound. You had never felt so full before. There was more pain than before but he didn’t give you much time to think about it as he plunged both fingers inside of you, thrusting his hand at a faster speed than before.

“Gods, Grom,” you moaned as gripped his hair a bit tighter.

The tent was soon filled with lewd, wet sounds as Grom relentlessly pumped his fingers into you. With every thrust of his hand, your cunt squelched, clenching around his digits.

“Grom, I’m gonna…”

It felt like your breath had been knocked out of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs involuntarily clamped down around Grom as he continued to curl his fingers into you, massaging and prodding at that spongy spot inside of you. His tusks pressed harder into your legs as he continued to devour you. You were sure you’d have bruises there by tomorrow but you didn’t care.

Your entire body shook as you rode your waves of pleasure, falling apart under Grom’s touch. You squirmed, your entire body felt too sensitive. Grom continued lapping at your clit, swirling his tongue around it.

“Grom, please,” you whined.

He pulled away momentarily, giving your clit a break. His fingers slowed but continued to slide in and out of you.

“Please what?” he questioned.

He leaned forward, placing his free hand beside your head. You tried to speak but found yourself at a loss for words, too entranced by the texture of his fingers inside you.

“Use your words, my dearest,” he cooed.

You tried to speak but you just couldn’t form the words. All you could do was moan as warmth pooled at your core. Your mouth hung open as Grommash’s hand began to speed up again. He watched you intently, studying your face as it contorted with ecstasy. Something inside of you was building and he knew it, bringing his thumb up to your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you.

It felt different from the orgasm before. It felt just as pleasurable if not more, but it felt so different, so foreign to your body that it almost worried you. You weren’t fully sure what was happening to you.

“Wait, Grom, wait,” you pleaded.

But it was too late. Another orgasm hit you causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. It felt like something snapped inside of you as his fingers curled, hitting that spongy spot once more. Your hips bucked into him as you gasped, your head falling back onto the furs below you, eyes squeezing shut. Your body trembled, tensing up as you rode out your climax.

“Mmm, look at the mess you’re making,” Grom said, groaning.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him in confusion. Your eyes drifted down watching yourself in amazement and mild horror as you squirted around his fingers. The clear liquid spurted out onto his large hands and the bed underneath you with every thrust of his fingers.

You moan at the sight, the euphoria of the new sensation overtaking you. Grom’s hand slowed and then pulled out of you slowly. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your entrance clenching and fluttering around nothing.

Grommash brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them.

“Who knew humans could taste so good?” he said.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you said quietly.

The orc leaned down, pressing his body into yours and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, now you know,” he replied.

You hummed, bringing your hand up to his chest, grazing one of the piercings on his nipple.

He then kissed you on your lips. The cold metal ring on his tusk pressed against your cheek as he did so.

His hand pulled at your tunic, ripping it off completely underneath him. You were now completely bare.

His large hand kneaded at your breast, occasionally pinching at the nipple. You moaned against his lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.

As he pressed into you more, you could feel his erection between your legs, occasionally sliding against your sensitive skin. He ground his hips against yours, cock slipping against you, causing himself to groan as he feverishly kissed you.

You knew what he wanted but you weren’t confident that he was going to get it. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you, you were just worried still about him being inside of you.

As you pulled away from his lips you met his gaze, looking into his eyes. They were glazed over, lust-filled, and full of admiration. He wanted you. He needed so much more of you.

He ground his hips against you again.

“Need to be inside of you. Need to make you a proper mate,” he said in a low voice.

His hips bucked, causing you to moan as his cock slid across your folds, desire building up inside of you.

“I know. But I don’t think it’ll fit, Grom,” you said, quietly.

“Nonsense,” he grumbled as he got off the top of you.

He took his cock into his hand. It was already glistening with precum as he gave it a few lazy strokes.

“If you can take my fingers, you can take this,” he stated.

Just the sight of him jerking off was enough to make you spread your legs. You were basically salivating at the sight of him. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, although the fear of being ripped apart still lingered.

“Take it slow, okay? Don’t put all of it in, Grom. I really don’t think I can take all of it,” you said.

He spread your legs further apart before sliding his cock against your swollen clit, causing yet another moan to come out of you.

“Whatever you say, my dearest,” he said.

You took a deep breath as Grom began to push the head of his cock into you. You hissed as it stretched the tight band of flesh around your walls. You were practically dripping from your last orgasm but your wetness only helped so much.

Grommash let out a low groan as he pushed his member into you at an agonizing pace. Pain was surging through you, bringing tears to your eyes. He was only a few inches in before you placed a hand on his chest, silently stopping him.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m okay. I think that’s as far as you can go for now,” you said.

He hummed in response.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You sighed, leaning your head back for a moment. Eventually, the pain began to subside. You brought your hand up to him, sliding it down his chest before giving him a nod to continue.

He pulled out the few inches that were inside you before thrusting them back in. It took everything in him to not push every inch in. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to fill you up so badly but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you.

You whimpered as his hips snapped forward, pushing part of his cock into you. The stretch was otherworldly. You knew if he hadn’t fucked you with his fingers earlier there was no way you would’ve been able to take the tip of him. It may have not been much but it felt divine.

“Oh, Grom,” you moaned as he fucked into you.

You could hear your pussy squelching around him as you became more wet by the second.

Your hands found their way to his large arms, holding on to stabilize yourself. Your body had a mind of its own as you rolled your hips forward. Grommash growled, halting his movements.

“Grom, why’d you stop?” you whined.

“Look,” he said with a grunt.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down between the two of you. When you had rolled your hips moments ago, you had taken another inch of him without even realizing it. Too caught up in your pleasure to notice.

Grom rocked his hips into you, almost like he was silently asking you a question with his movements. He wanted to go further and you knew it. You moaned as he slowly began thrusting his hips again.

You were getting so wet. Surely you could take a bit more, right?

“I know you can take it. Let me show you just how good it can feel,” he said.

His shallow thrusts were already threatening to send you over the edge and you couldn’t deny it any longer, you wanted more of him.

You bucked your hips against him causing him to groan.

“Do you want all of it?” he asked.

“Yes…please. I need you,” you said in between broken moans.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Grommash hooked his hands under your knees, forcing your legs up as far as they’d go, pressing them against your chest. He replaced his hands with yours, making you hold your legs up. He then leaned forward, climbing on top of you. One of his hands was placed beside your head while the other lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in. He used his body weight to help sink into you, pushing in further than before, taking his time as he did so.

A choked moan left your mouth as your eyes welled up with tears. It was such a strange sensation. It hurt, a burning feeling seared into your core as Grom stretched you out. But the pain was also laced with pleasure.

Grommash’s hand left his cock, bringing it up and resting it by your head. He was a little over halfway in, sinking into you as he covered over your body. He hadn’t even begun thrusting yet and you already felt like you were becoming unglued.

“There you go. Taking it so well.”

He slid in deeper, another inch. Then another. And another. You whimpered, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“My sweet human,” he cooed.

He wasn’t all the way in but his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, working the last of his way into you.

“You like that, huh? Like being full of my cock,” he said, picking up the pace.

You couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and moaned.

Grommash pulled out all the way to the head of his cock before slamming back inside of you. You yelped as the sound of wet skin smacking together filled the tent. You could feel low rumbles vibrating from Grom’s chest as he growled, getting louder with every thrust. You were slowly becoming a babbling mess as waves of ecstasy began to overtake you. The pain had subsided and all you could think about was Grommash and how good he felt.

Grom moved one of his hands, bringing it down between the two of you. He circled your clit with his thumb. It felt as if sparks were igniting. Every raw nerve was crackling with pleasure.

You were panting underneath him, growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. His movements were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close to. An all too familiar feeling was forming and your body began to shake.

“Oh, fuck. Grom, I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, my dearest,” he said.

And that was all you needed. You let out a wail as your vision clouded. Your body spasmed as your cunt tightened around him, somehow managing to suck him in more as if your body wasn’t ready to let go. He kept fucking into you, chasing his own release until his hips stuttered, bucking into you harder than ever. He let out a roar and you were sure the whole clan could hear both of you as the two of you rode out the pleasure, not that any of the orcs would’ve cared.

You could feel his cum, hot and leaking out of you as he slowly pulled his cock out. You closed your eyes as your legs fell from your chest, splaying out in front of you. You were still in a daze as Grommash sat on his knees for a moment, admiring you like you were an art piece. You were officially his mate and he was overjoyed.

You felt the bed shift as he got up. He was only gone for a moment and returned with a washcloth, cleaning you off gently.

You felt yourself drifting off. You were so warm and so very exhausted.

“Falling asleep on me?” Grommash joked as he laid down beside you.

You opened your eyes, looking up at the orc.

“Maybe,” you chuckled.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You kissed his chest, moving up to his neck, and then his jaw, pecking the inked skin. He held onto you tight as if he was afraid you’d be snatched away from him. You heard him mumble something in orcish that you couldn’t understand.

“What was that?” you questioned.

“Na dova dra,” he repeated, this time hearing him more clearly.

“And what does that mean?” you asked.

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss against it.

“I love you,” he translated.

Your heart fluttered and you smiled. Admissions of love were another uncommon thing amongst the horde, especially towards humans. But it was true. Grom loved you very much.

You brought your hand up to his face, guiding him to yours. You kissed his lips gently before pulling away.

“I love you too, Grommash.”

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