Gangstas Paradise (Michael Gray X Reader)

Gangsta’s Paradise (Michael Gray x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON BORDERLINE NON-CON, blackmail, loss of virginity, (for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that Finn Cole is taller than what he is okay)

! DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !

➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: an agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal…until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.

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kissing jason's scars make him blush but he likes your lips on him so yes r i p to me

🥺 that’s so cute.

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: smut

“Do we have to listen to this song again? You played it 8 times yesterday,” Jason grumbled. He went to reach over to the speaker to change it and you grabbed his arm while leaning over him in bed.

“Just once more,” you begged leaning over him with your eyes big and lips pouty. He guffed a laugh with an eye roll. “Thank you,” you said sweetly.

“Last time or I might actually go crazy.”

You hummed along to the music softly. Your head rest on Jason’s chest and he softly played with your hair. As the song ended and you let the playlist continue, you looked up at Jason admiring his face.

A spattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Black hair that was getting a little long on time had fallen on his forehead and you pushed it back. A scar in his hairline caught your attention. Another one you hadn’t noticed before. There was many. You sat up and he looked at you confused.

“Nothing,” you answered his unasked question. You bent and kissed the scar. Jason’s eyes fluttered closed and he sunk into the pillow relaxing. You kissed another scar on the bridge of his nose. Another on his jaw as Jason tried to turn his head to catch your lips but you avoided him. You kissed the scar on his throat. You definitely didn’t want to know the story of the cut that looked like it almost beheaded him.

You couldn’t help but kiss his collarbone even with no scar present. Jason made a content rumbling and shuffled himself around to lay flat for you. You pulled the blanket down his bare chest before kissing the corner of his autopsy scar.

Jason felt himself fluster. He was self conscious there but at the same time, your lips felt amazing on his skin. He didn’t exactly have a long history of people treating him this gently. Your lips brushed along the top part of the Y before moving to another scar on his pec. You held his side with both hands as you moved down his body.

You let your lips brush against his nipple and Jason inhaled quickly and you could feel his dick twitch in his shorts. You licked and he gasped before making a nervous chuckle. Jason could never get used to the way you would touch him. Even when he would have sex before, he didn’t often remove his shirt and there certainly wasn’t slow exploration with anyone else.

You repeated your movement on his other nipple causing his stomach to tighten. Jason adjusted his hips as he grew harder. You kissed along the middle of his scar and down his stomach. Your fingers gently scratched along the divots of his abs.

Your fingers brushed against the band of his boxers and Jason mumbled a quiet “fuck.” You playfully ran your hands along his thigh and hips while kissing his abs and running your tongue along his v line muscle.

“Jay Baby, can I take these off,” you asked while looking up at him. Jason nodded quickly. Who the hell would say no to you kneeling between their legs asking to get in their pants??

He lifted his hips as you pulled the material down. Jason wasn’t fully hard yet somehow but was certainly on the way there. You helped him out of his shorts and tossed them to the floor.

“Pretty,” you whispered to yourself and you knew Jason heard you the way he started to blush all over. He never really believed you but it was hard when you looked at him that way. You ran your hands up his thigh before gently kissing the tip of his dick playfully. You licked up the bottom and Jason inhaled harshly and his dick twitched. He almost felt lightheaded with his fast he got completely hard.

Just as he was going to ask you to stop teasing, you wrapped your fingers around his length and swirled your tongue along the head. Jason stretched back and looked to the ceiling as the warmth of your mouth encircled him. You bobbed along with your hand pumping the base in time.

You weren’t bothering to be neat. He was soon wet and sloppy in the best way. You took him deep and Jason’s hand flew down to touch your hair. He seemed to want to grab your hair but instead lightly cup your head. You looked up at him through your lashes and he had to look away for fear he’d cum right then.

“Fuck, babe,” Jason groaned as you swirled your tongue in a way he liked. You sucked on the head and he made a startled moan. You grinned while kitten licking the underside. Jason was so beautiful writhing underneath you. The way his abs and thighs spasmed with pleasure and the way he bit his lips to hold back his moans. Well that just won’t do.

“Stop,” you said pulling off to jerk him while looking up. “I wanna hear you.”

“Hnng,” Jason gasped as you took him deep while rubbing your tongue along the backside. Your hand not hold the base gently fondled his balls and Jason made a loud gasp.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long with that,” he groaned. You pulled off with a pop.

“I can always stop,” you teased while barely jerking him off. Precum oozed from the tip and Jason was breathing heavily.

“Fuck, don’t- please. Please keep going,” Jason begged.

You went back to it. Your mouth and one hand moving along his soaked cock. The other groped his body feeling his muscles contract under your touch. You reached down again to gently brush against his sack.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” he said trying to grab you to pull off but instead you took him deep down your throat and forced yourself to swallow around him. Jason groaned and cupped your head as he came. You held out with tears in your eyes until you felt him stop twitching and finally pulled off. Jason trembled as you lapped the last of his cum off the tip.

“Shit,” he panted. “That was amazing.” You grinned at the way he looked practically boneless. “Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbled in a satisfied tone.

“I’m not. I like seeing you finally relaxed,” you said climbing up beside him.

“And I definitely appreciate that,” Jason said pulling you on top of him to kiss.

glass house.

pairings. stepbro!jason todd x fem!reader

about. jason never thought much about you until the two of you bumped into each other on a night that was a product of sneaking out

warnings. swearing, “unusual step brother-sister relationship” but fr, underage drinking

ricky rocks. hm

jason was never someone you had ever considered to be close with until the two of you had accidentally caught one another sneaking out of the house at the same time.

before that, if you were ever asked who your favorite brother was, you probably would have said dick; which was understandable. he was your big brother, a role model and everyone knew without a doubt dick was a charmer. he had a natural appeal to him that just drew your attention to him. it was no secret and to say the least, it had jason jealous. he really never was one to care, especially of you, but when his body had slammed into yours on that late friday night at around one in the morning; everything flipped into a world he was unfamiliar of.

he became more aware of you. it was as if you really hadn’t ever existed in his world due to you sticking to your own and him doing the same. hell, he wouldn’t have had a relationship with dick if it weren’t for patrol, and that was kind of out of question for the two of you due you not sharing the same interest in jumping off roofs and kicking bad-guys asses as he did. which he didn’t understand; upon closer examination, jason came to the conclusion you would probably have no problem out on the streets from how physically fit you were and the amount of time you had caused tim and dick to fall on their asses in combat.

he only could come to the conclusion that you were scared, but like him, you put up a front that was hard for anyone to see through. that wasn’t the only thing so similar about the two of you, and that’s what killed him.

“come here often?” he heard your pained, yet silent laugh fill the cold night air after the two of you had both came to realization of who each of you had knocked to the ground- well more or so you since the sound of your voice came out as unfamiliar to his ears until the moonlight highlight your face when you came closer to him, helping him to his feet.

he scoffed a little, recovering, “more than i like.” he was referring to the fact that you both were just barely hanging on to the slanted roof; always finding this the most difficult part of sneaking out.

you laughed a little back, “you and me both,” before continuing on with your escape route.

he almost caught himself dumbfounded, watching your figure easily maneuver down the gutter pipe making it obvious this was far from your first time sneaking out of wayne manor.

the next time jason had seen you was the morning after; with your school uniform neatly and tightly wrung around your body, drinking the glass of orange juice alfred had just poured you.

there was no sign of last nights mess on your body.

“good morning, children,” bruce had entered the kitchen, slapping his newspaper on the island counter before making his way towards the coffee pot, pressing a kiss on the back of your within the process.

it made jason smirk to himself. out of all bruce’s adoptive children, you were definitely bruce’s favorite. you made dick look like a fool with the amount of academic awards and pictures bruce had hung up in his study, all correlating to you and only you. there was no doubt you were a daddy’s girl and bruce’s little princess.

but at night, it seemed you were almost as low as jason was with sneaking out to god knows where in the middle of the night, only to come home in the earlier hours of the morning to put back up the facade your adoptive father loved so much.

jason couldn’t suppress a laugh as he drunk from his own glass of orange juice, causing you to look up at him. you shook your head but couldn’t help but smile at him.

“are you alright, master todd?”

jason nodded, wiping the corner of his mouth as he straightened back up into his full posture, “just thought of something dick said earlier.. made me laugh.” he tried his best to play it off but timing wasn’t his friend for dick walked in.

“what’d i say earlier?”

“yeah, dick almost never says something funny,” you snickered, dick light heartily glaring at you as he pulled a strand of your hair lightly.

jason coughed, “m’ don’t remember.”

you narrowed your brows as they all did before mouthing ‘nice save’.

°•

he knew your laugh. he learned it well and he learned it quickly— recently. he couldn’t miss it, not even in the crowded underground bar gotham’s grunge and grime hid. he almost thought he was delusional with seeing nothing but blurry faces with how fast his head shot up; but none of those faces were yours.

you knew jason was there. it wasn’t hard to miss his tall, muscular, brooding figure the moment he walked through the door alone even though he looked as if he didn’t want to be noticed with his black attire. it made you smile into your beer as your eyes couldn’t help but follow him as he walked swiftly toward the back of the crowded bar, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.

it took awhile and you were surprised he didn’t see you sooner as you glided through the crowd to the small booth he sat at in the corner; cradling a glass of whiskey. you held down your smile, thinking of how much bruce and jason were alike— even if jason didn’t want to realize it.

“i want to show you something.”

he looked up at you, almost looking relieved, but frowned to cover any sign of lightness drawn into his face as he looked down at his drink before back up to you. your expression was unimpressionable as he attempted to examine what was going through your head, but your visage was blank and your mannerism was still until you smiled and turned away.

you were like a stranger. everything about you impenetrable, but that was only because his mind was in a haze. something not normal for jason. he was lost in a fog, in a chase after you and you called to him leading him further into obscurity… and onto a roof.

the gotham wind was hard and damp with the taste of rain hidden deep within it. the sky was as dark as it always was and nothing else… just dark with factory smoke and tall buildings covering the stars. you were always so grateful that wayne manor was planted so far from the city that not even the pollution could cover the bright stars.

but sometimes the dark was nice.

“you always drink alone?” you looked back at him over your shoulder with a sly look, your hair swirling around your head, his mind going crazy, not being able to focus straight with you right in front of him. “you know you could do that home, for free.”

jason smiled a little, brushing his knuckle against his nose. he looked to the sky with the tilt of his head and he could suddenly only hear wind with his eyes put closed and mind suddenly desolated. you watched him for a moment, it was strange and you almost wondered if the right person followed you onto the rooftop because jason never had peaceful tendencies.

was he drunk?

“hey,” he was knocked to reality as you lightly held his forearm, smiling, almost concerned, “c’mere.” you tilted your head in the direction of the edge of the roof, still holding his forearm before slid down to his hand.

you lead him right to the edge where a lining of brick railing kept the two of you from falling to your death since the both of you were practically leaning all the way up onto rail, just asking to die.

he watched you search for something as you were practically pushed up in your tiptoes. he could see it in your eyes how desperate you were with how wide your eyes were and how you gripped his wrist know instead of his head, almost if that was giving you an advantage to sight.

“there it is,” you smiled, relaxing as you were now flat on your feet and you let go of his wrist, “look right there.” you now extended out your arm, pointing to the left of the two of you.

now jason had to be blind or just plain obvious because you were sure that where you were pointing was clear and what you were pointing at was hard to miss.

“what are we looking at,” he narrowed his brows as he adjusted himself quickly, attempting to see what you were seeing.

“jason,” you deadpanned, looking at the side of his face as he continued to look. you exhaled, shaking your head before dropping your palm flat, “give me your hand.” he looked to you, raising a brow before slowly placing his hand in yours. you made his hand into a fist before pulling out his pointer finger, “now follow your finger, jay.”

you moved it to the building, the big glass building on one of the many hills in the background of the city. it was clear like ice, it wasn’t hard to spot, not if you had observant eyes. but right now jason’s eyes seemed to be clouded and the only thing he really wanted to look at was you.

“you see it now?”

he didn’t answer, but you could tell he hadn’t.

you got frustrated with him fast as you still held his hand pointing in some random direction, but now you grasped the side of his face with your right hand after planting yourself close and in front of him. there was little to no space between your back and his chest where you were now pushing the side of his head toward where you were looking and maneuvering his arm better so he was pointing where you wanted him to see.

“look along the hillside, close one of your eyes if it helps.”

he couldn’t even breathe. the smell of your shampoo and perfume was overwhelming. he could no longer feel the wind with the warmth of your body replicating on his, let alone could he hear it; it was only his heart beat and your breathing.

he tried hard, now looking where you were wanting him to look and he saw it. he didn’t know how he missed it but he also saw nothing special about it. it was only glass, and he didn’t get the point of it; everyone could see in if they wanted and the only reason the glass wasn’t shattered was because of how far it was up on the hill side. because that was the thing, everything clear and pure was to be broken in good ole’ gotham.

“i always wonder… about what goes on inside,” you whisper, you body relaxing and pressing even closer to his warm body.

“does it matter?”

you hummed, “maybe not,” you tilted away from him, hoisting your leg on top of the railing so that you were now adjusting yourself to stand at a higher ground. “but i still think it’s nice.”

jason stared up at you with his brows furrowed.

“it’s something to think about.”

you begun to walk, your arms outstretched on either sides of you, carefully placing one foot in front of the other.

“y/n,” jason watched you, his steps following yours, now on edge with how careless you seemed to be. he didn’t realize till now how tipsy you must be, otherwise he swore you wouldn’t have been getting so close to the edge in your right mind.

“relax, todd, i won’t go jumping on you,” you took his hand once he reached it out for you, hoping to pull you down, but you still trudged back and forth with a trip in your walk, increasing his anxiety. “you need to relax, you’re always so fucking uptight and quiet and you don’t say anything and-and-”

your foot slipped sending the weight of your body to the edge more quickly than you could process. you felt your whole stomach flip upside down once there was no stable ground beneath you and gravity ate you whole. and if it weren’t for jason, your body would have been a little puddle on the busy streets of gotham.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you had him pulled up on the railing, reaching over and desperately making sure he still had ahold of you. he felt he had been struck; his adrenaline pumping and he suddenly became hyper aware of everything that was going on just between the two of you. he could see the shock in your eyes and how they were quickly swelling into fear. he could he your breathing- he was surprised you were breathing- but it was quick and shaky and you were scared. “y/n, hold on for me, don’t let go.”

your eyes were wide and they burned as the last thing on your mind was letting go. you were more concerned he’d be the one to let go of your body due to it practically flailing around; desperate, horrified. you could only hear your heart, and then the cars below, and then just barely jason’s panicked voice.

“give me your other hand,” he reached, “look at me, give me your other hand, y/n/n-”

“jason-”

“you’re going to be okay, just give me your other fucking hand.”

you tried to control your breathing, everything felt numb but the burning feeling of jason’s skin squeezing around yours. you almost swore you didn’t have another arm- but you swung your loose arm around before slapping it into jason’s other grip. he let out a breath of relief, now hoisting you up quickly till you were on the roof safely and pressed against him.

his arm was strung around your waist while the other clutch your head almost cradling it as you hugged yourself to him tightly. he shook his head resisting the urge to scold your dumbass. jason no longer felt drunk off bliss of your presences but rather like he had been punched in the stomach with a reality check. he felt winded even as you were completely fine now, clutching his body like a cat.

°•

“surprised you’re not roof top climbing tonight.”

you froze at the sound of his voice, slight tipping your head in a wincing motion. you knew this moment would come, even if jason and you weren’t close, there still was going to be moment where you’d run into each other, and this was it. jason spread out on the living room couch with a book in his hand, his eyes still on the paperback but his attention on you; waiting.

it was 11:30 pm and you were still winded from two nights ago. mostly because you were embarrassed and you couldn’t get through a dinner without your cheeks going red in clear remembrance of foolishly climbing onto a thin railing and falling.. and so many other things that probably shouldn’t have been executed with your stepbrother.

“uh, i think i’m probably going to refrain from climbing anything taller than six feet,” you scratched your neck nervously as you glanced at him. he snorted, extending his arm behind his head causing his bicep to flex.. fuck. “what?”

“how’re you gonna see your glass house?”

you’re lips unintentionally lifted and now walked closer to where jason was so comfortably laid out. he now looked up to you, placing his book aside. you sat in the large leather chair across with him, no longer feeling embarrassment.

“maybe when i don’t get drunk after two shots, i can trust myself again,” you shrugged and there was a ghost of a smile on his face. “unless you’re willing to catch me again.”

it was a joke, but you could tell he was pondering it by the way his eyes diverted from yours for just a second and pressed his knuckle against his top lip. his eyes reached yours once again, and he didn’t try to hide his smile this time, “anything for you, doll.”

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𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄 || orc!bucky x princess!reader

(𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || engaged to the leader of the orcs, you must seek acceptance not only from his people, but from your own royal family.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 7.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || SMUT (mild dubcon at times due to overstimulation, monsterfucking/exophilia, breeding kink, sex pollen, size kink, oral f receiving, stomach bulge kink, more housewife kink and loving degradation), angst, attempted noncon (not by Bucky!), shitty parents, disowning, reader getting slapped (also not by Bucky), orc wedding traditions as invented by me, semi-public sex (kinda), bigotry/speciesism (if that's a thing), far too much fluff for a concept purely designed for monster smut

The camp sounded so different in the morning than the castle did.

There you would awake to music or the chattering of advisors; maybe people calling in the streets, through your window. Here, though the thick canvas walls of the tent blocked the sun quite well (except where they met with the wooden beams of the structure, leaving golden lines all long the ceiling), the sound of striking iron, rough grunts, heavy footsteps in sandy dirt awoke you.

You began to stretch but you were still sore in a few places; you bit your lip at the feeling, turning over under the furs that covered you. The bed was far too comfortable for something so visibly primitive, and you? You were too comfortable in the bed of the enemy.

But he wouldn’t be your enemy much longer now, if your memory of the engagement was correct. The delightful ache between your legs made you pretty confident that it was.

Just as you thought you might get out of the bed and search for some clothes– and some breakfast, and a bath– the hanging curtain over the tent’s entrance flung open, blinding you for a moment from the burst of sunlight. But when you blinked the dark spots away, your breath caught at the sight of an unfamiliar orc– not wide like Bucky, but massive nonetheless, with one long braid and a pierced ear and a smile that made you shiver in all the wrong ways.

“A little human girl, in the chieftain’s tent?” the orc snorted a laugh. “I heard rumors after he carried you naked through the camp… but I couldn’t believe it until I saw you myself.”

He stepped closer and you stepped back, pulling the fur up higher to cover your body.

“You don’t need to hide yourself from me, pet,” he purred, “everyone’s seen you already. I only wish I was there to get a glimpse of you right after he used your little holes.”

“You need to leave,” you finally found the words to spit at him. “Bucky will be back soon– and we’re engaged.”

“Engaged?” he repeated incredulously. “No, not Bucky. He can’t stand humans, wants to wipe ‘em all out for good with this war. He calls me a traitor just because I like to fuck them.”

You shuddered as he took another heavy step closer and you cowered in the bed.

“I guess he figured out how much fun it is to make a human woman into your toy,” he grinned. “But don’t be silly, pet, he doesn’t want to marry you. In fact he’s more likely to kill you to force your dear old dad to surrender…”

You whimpered as the orc’s massive hand grabbed the fur that covered you, starting to yank it away as you fought with all your strength to keep your body protected; if a tug-of-war match with an orc was the last thing stopped you from being raped right here in this tent, then you were doomed.

“How about I give you a proper goodbye first?” he grinned as he gave one more tug on the blanket–

But he didn’t get it off of you, because Bucky tackled him to the ground. You shrieked and hid under the fur as you heard the sounds of a struggle.

“You bastard!” you heard Bucky’s voice bellow. “Did you touch her? Did you fucking touch her?!”

“N-no” the other one choked out his reply, “no– I-I was gonna, but she was playin’ hard to get–”

You didn’t just hear the punch, you felt it shake the whole ground. You peeked out from under the fur to see Bucky pinning the other orc down by his neck, fist raised and already a bit bloodied from the force of the hit. “You’re even dumber than I thought you were if you tried to touch my mate and thought I wouldn’t kill you,” Bucky sneered.

Even though one was already swelling, the eyes of the orc on the ground went wide. “Your mate? Bucky, you can’t be serious. You can’t take a human as your mate.”

“Who’s to say I can’t?”

“Take it from someone who’s mounted a lot of human women– they’re just for fun,” he advised. “Fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em, that’s it.”

“You’re disgusting,” Bucky grimaced. “I love her.”

The other orc laughed– a wheezing, weak sort of laugh. “Oh, you’ve got it bad. She must’ve been a real freak for you to be saying things like that after one night,” he smirked, and his eyes landed on you again with far too much confidence for someone pinned to the ground. “What did you do, huh?” he asked you with a purr. “Did you tell him to put it up your–?”

Another punch cut him off and dazed him; he coughed and you saw a tooth fall onto the ground.

“You… you really love me, Bucky?” you mumbled, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to spread across your whole face.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Bucky frowned. “I’m making you my wife, my mate. Of course I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“You hardly know me,” you reminded him.

“I don’t need to,” he answered flatly.

You’d heard before that orcs have a stronger ‘sense’ of who they’d like to mate with for life– not quite like the human conception of soulmates, and not quite like ‘love at first sight’ either, but something not wholly dissimilar to each of them.

Feeling your lips curl into a smile you couldn’t hide, you replied: “I think I might love you, too, Bucky… no matter how naive it is.”

~

As the sun began to lower in the sky, your anticipation of the wedding grew and your nerves started to make you feel all shaky and dizzy— in a good way.

When Bucky had told you that you would wear special robes for the chieftain’s wife at the bonding ceremony, you hadn’t realized they weren’t really robes in the human sense… it was really just a much more extravagant loincloth, dark red and purple and running the length of your legs down to the floor but leaving your hips and waist and the sides of your legs completely exposed.

And as for your upper half, well, you had something to cover your chest, but considering it was just a necklace of teeth and beads… nothing of import was actually covered. Your face got quite warm when you realized you would bond with Bucky in front of the whole tribe wearing so little clothing– and with your breasts completely exposed. It was a little scary, but sort of titillating as well.

You jumped a little when, halfway in attempting to apply the warpaint the way you’d been taught, Bucky opened the tent and appeared behind you in the reflection of the mirror.

“You shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding,” you frowned, “it’s bad luck.”

Bucky simply scoffed, amused in a way that was just the right amount of condescending to make you smile nervously. “Human traditions are so strange. I’ve already seen every part of you.”

You examined your reflection again, still feeling a little strange about being dressed this way for a wedding. “Everyone will see every part of me, in this,” you mumbled.

“Not everything,” he corrected. “You have nothing worth hiding, anyways. I want the tribe to know how beautiful my mate is.”

Who knew he could be so romantic? And considering his somewhat aggressive and not-especially-sentimental personality, you knew it wasn’t flattery: he would only ever tell you the honest truth. It made butterflies dance in your stomach to hear him speak of you so kindly. “How long will I be out there, dressed like this?” you wondered aloud.

“Orc bonding ceremonies are quite brief,” he explained. “At least, for the guests. For you and I it will last all night.”

You swallowed as your thighs clenched together suddenly. “O-oh, okay…”

He rested a heavy hand on your shoulder, making you feel delightfully small. “It’s only a few more minutes until sundown, when we begin. Are you scared?”

“Is it okay if I am?” you asked weakly.

“Of course,” he nodded. “But not so scared you don’t want to go through with it, right?”

“N-no, this is what I want,” you assured. “For peace.”

He raised an eyebrow, and you smiled shyly, because you both knew it was about so much more than that.

~

Like Bucky had promised, the ceremony itself was quite short– a performance of a sort of dance, with drums and flutes, apparently as a welcome to you from a foreign land. The burning of sage and other sacred plants and herbs, the anointing of your and Bucky’s head with oil dyed red with spices.

Then, the feast. You’d never seen so much food in one place, even in the castle. Meats, fruits, vegetables– everything looking fresh as if it had been harvested just for tonight… which it had.

After everyone had eaten for a while, many of them stopping by the head of the table to congratulate Bucky and introduce themselves to you, the tribe's shaman brought an intricately-carved clay goblet to Bucky.

"What's that?" you asked as you caught a peek of the dark red liquid inside.

“This is the last tradition,” Bucky explained. “We drink this together.”

He held it to your lips and helped you gulp down a few sips; it was warm, which you hadn't expected, and it tasted herbaceous with a floral sweetness in the aftertaste that lingered in the back of your throat. When you'd had nearly half, Bucky took the goblet and threw back the rest in one chug.

You were only a quarter of the way into another plate of berries when you first started to feel it— a strange warmth, though not at all unpleasant, running up your spine. You ignored it at first, until your toes curled in the grass and your hips shifted in your seat.

“Bucky, I feel a little… strange,” you admitted quietly, leaning to where he was sitting next to you so none of the other tribe members eating all around the table would hear.

“Do you feel a bit warm?” he pressed. “And slightly dizzy?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Then it’s working,” he smirked.

“I… I don’t understand,” you mumbled.

“What we drank, it has a very important purpose,” he explained. And before you could ask, he answered: “Fertility.”

You swallowed. “Oh…”

“It’ll keep us awake,” he explained, “and… able. And willing. Not that I was worried about your willingness to be bred tonight.”

Another wave of sensation, this one much more obvious than the last, scattered over you like a shiver; warmth gathered at your core so suddenly that you worried you would leave a mark from your arousal on your wedding clothes. In the corner of your eye, Bucky grinned widely.

“You’re looking a little flushed,” he noticed. “You’re really feeling it now, aren’t you? I hadn’t considered that a human’s constitution– being so much weaker than an orc’s— would make it affect you so quickly.”

“Oh!” you whimpered, reaching out to clutch Bucky’s arm, as a pang hit right between your legs. “Oh, Bucky, I need… I…”

“Yes?” he prompted, leaning in closer. You finally found the courage to meet his gaze, squirming in your seat.

“I need you, please,” you whined.

He groaned through his teeth as he leaned in to lap at your neck suddenly; you moaned out loud at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The scene was finally disruptive enough for guests at the table to take notice, and they began to clap and cheer as they realized what was happening.

“B-Bucky, take me to bed, please,” you sighed, shivering as he tightened his arms around you. You let out a little yelp of shock when he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder; the reaction of the crowd was louder now, and you caught them watching with great delight as Bucky carried you away.

He brought you to his tent, tossing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you instantly. You hummed happily at the weight of him on top of you— obviously not all his weight, it would crush you, but just the feeling of his massive body hovering over yours before he sat up and looked down at you squirming helplessly on his bed.

“I want another taste of that tiny little human pussy you’ve got,” he smiled devilishly, holding your legs wide open. “It’s my pussy now.”

“Y-your pussy,” you whimpered, “s’yours, Bucky, fuck…”

He bent down and lapped up the wetness pouring from your opening. “Shit, my pussy tastes so sweet…”

You choked on your moans as he shoved his tongue inside you, your channel fluttering around the appendage writhing around within you. He smiled up at you around his tusks and extended tongue when you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Your husband sure makes you feel good, eh?” he prompted as he pulled back from tasting you to pull your hips closer to his. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this hole again, gonna keep you stuffed with cock all night. That’s what you want, huh princess?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately with a fast nod. “Yes, I want you— want your cock…”

His loincloth had already fallen aside when his erection had grown— that little piece of fabric was no match for the thick member standing up proudly between his muscular thighs. You swallowed down your whimper as you felt him press it up to your opening, that massive head pushing your lips apart and massaging your overly-sensitive clit. You could feel the effects of the drink— a warm tinglyness that spread all over you, excessive wetness running down from your cunt— but you knew that you couldn’t blame it all on the aphrodisiac when your own desire for Bucky made you reach out and run you hand down his round belly, licking your lips.

Those lips fell into a moan, nearly a scream, as he plunged his tip into you.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted. “I didn’t think you’d still be this tight— even tighter than I remember, how is that possible?”

Another thrust pushed him just an inch deeper; with his size, that was nothing, but to you it was overwhelming.

“You’re gonna take all of this cock, right, princess?” he groaned. “You’re not gonna act innocent, say it’s too big, say you can’t take it?”

“N-no,” you whimpered, “I can take it…”

He pushed in harder and your back arched with the pressure to hold back your cries. “There I am,” he chuckled, and you didn’t know what he meant until you felt his hand run over your stomach and fuck, there was a bulge coming out of you, in the shape of his head. You looked down at it with a shocked noise, slightly terrified of it but mostly turned on beyond all reason. “That’s my big cock in you, little wife. You see your husband’s cock in your belly?”

“Yes, yes,” you sobbed your answer, yelping when he pushed himself deeper once again.

“You poor little thing,” he purred, “so weak and fragile. It’s a shame a big, mean orc like me is just going to use you with no concern for your delicate human body.”

You knew it wasn’t exactly true, after all he was already being patient enough not to put the last third of his length inside you, but the idea made your head spin and your mouth water.

“Tell me to fill you up, princess,” he demanded. “Beg me to give you all this cock.”

“B-Bucky,” you stammered hoarsely, “everything— give me everything, I wanna feel all of you. I want to feel every inch of my husband.”

And when you called him that, well, he couldn’t resist anymore; he speared forward with a moan from both of you, his cock so deep you felt like it was poking at the back of your throat. It wasn’t, obviously, that was just how it felt because you were choking on every moan each time he pulled back and thrusted into you again. “My sweet little wife,” he grunted as he fucked you almost too hastily for how early it was— apparently he felt the effects of the drink now, too, and couldn’t hold himself back. “So warm and wet inside… so needy for her husband’s big cock.”

You were lost for words now, only able to let out whiny moans and clutch at him with your hands that looked so ridiculously small compared to his form. His hands, though? They held your waist and wrapped around your whole body, keeping you still so you were forced to take every thrust to the very end of you.

“You humans are so dirty,” he chuckled proudly, “so desperate. I’m stretching you out so wide you won’t be able to walk tomorrow and you’re grabbing me like you wanna beg me for more. That’s what you want, princess? More?”

You nodded as a low noise jumped out of your throat. You screamed, though, when he started to fuck you faster.

“Like that?” he snarled.

“Yes!” you barely managed to spit out, but now that you were saying it you couldn’t stop. “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

“Little human whore,” he grunted. “You pathetic little thing, crying for orc cock— can’t believe how filthy you are… and I love it. I love this tight fuckin’ hole and the way you scream for me. C’mon, get a little louder, I know half the camp is listening to you beg me for this dick.”

“Oh gods,” you sobbed, feeling your walls begin to flex even though it stung to get any tighter with such a massive intrusion tearing you apart from the inside out. “Bucky, I— I’m—!”

“I know, wifey,” he purred, “I know you’re about to cream all over me with that itty bitty pussy of yours— go ahead and make sure everybody can hear you, loud and proud, princess—”

“Bucky, I’m coming!” you screamed, beginning to convulse with each wave of pleasure coming at you faster than you could take it. You kept screaming and you kept coming because he kept fucking you, his own prideful grunts just barely audible while you were losing your fucking mind.

Afraid you wouldn’t be able to take much more when you were so overstimulated, you began begging again: “Come in me, Bucky, come inside me— fuck, please come, please come…”

“Oh, that’s it,” he praised roughly, “you wanna be pregnant so bad—”

“Yes! Yes,” you whined, more desperate than ever as your channel tightened around him almost painfully. It was becoming too much to bear— you’d say anything to make him come so you could have a moment of rest. “Yes, get me pregnant, wanna be pregnant…”

“You want my seed in you? You want my little orcling?” he prompted.

“Bucky, I want your babies,” you whimpered between sobs, “I wanna have a whole litter of half-orcs, all our pretty orc babies growing in my belly…”

“Shit,” he sneered, “you’re so fuckin’ desperate for it, huh? My human princess wants to be knocked up and round with my babies?”

“Yes! Yes, please come in me,” you cried, “right now— I want it right now…”

“I know, just a little longer,” he bargained with a heavy sigh, “just a little more and I’m gonna give you all the babies you want, naughty little wife…”

“Fuck, fuck,” you panted weakly, struggling not to try to fight him off when the pleasure was so intense you could hardly stand it— and knowing that trying to struggle against him would be useless only made you even more horny. “Please come, Bucky, come inside me— please!”

“M’gonna,” he purred, “f-fuck, you dirty little bitch— you beautiful, precious whore—” he stammered through his words. “You’re gonna look so pretty knocked up by an orc, princess,” he promised. “You’re such a good wife, honey, and your husband’s gonna take care’a you…”

“Please,” you whimpered, fingers digging into his chest as your hands fought for something to hold onto. Your legs were starting to shake where they were wrapped around his hips.

“Gonna come deep in this tiny human cunt,” he groaned, “gonna breed this slutty hole, make you into a perfect wife, give you what every orc’s whore wants so bad, fuck, just hold still— you’re gonna take it all, right?”

“Yes!”

“You’re gonna take all this come and give me some babies?”

“Yes, Bucky!”

“You’re gonna let me fill this hole whenever I want, like a good human wife does?”

“Yes!”

He pressed his hips right up against yours, burying himself so deep that your eyes rolled back, and started to grind himself deep within you as hot come shot out from his cock and flooded your channel. You moaned loudly as you felt each pump coat your insides, your walls pulsing to try to milk every drop from him. He kept grinding up into you as he came, as if he wasn’t already far too deep, grunting through his teeth and tusks and holding your hips tight to keep you still.

It went on for so long— you felt like he must’ve drained his balls completely into you, with how much come was filling your body, but you knew he had a lot more to give before the night was through.

Finally, it seemed to subside and you both sighed as he fought not to sink his whole weight down onto you. His let go of your hips and reached up to hold your face instead.

“My princess,” he whispered proudly as he caressed your cheek with his fingers. It was amazing how gentle his touch could be.

An aftershock made your pussy clench again, and you winced as it reawakened the sting of being stretched out this wide. “Pull out,” you whimpered, “I need… I need a moment…”

“Princess, you know I can’t do that,” he smiled. “I can’t let a drop of my come spill out when I promised to get you pregnant tonight. Not only that, but if I pull out you’re gonna start to tighten up again and then it’s gonna be like starting all over… no, I need to keep my cock warm in you until you’re ready to go for another round.”

“Bucky, I won’t be ready for a while,” you assured, “I’m exhausted…”

He said nothing, he only waited with a knowing smirk as you began to squirm and pant out your breaths a little faster. A new wetness began to seep out of you as you furrowed your brow, need swirling in your stomach once more. “I told you it would keep you willing and able,” he purred. “We won’t be stopping for very long, wifey— not even when the sun’s come up. I’m still gonna be buried deep inside you, bouncing you on this cock to give you another load in your tiny little womb.”

You moaned quietly, back starting to arch, arms reaching up to wrap around his massive shoulders.

“You ready for more, princess?” he prompted with a raised brow, chuckling when you nodded. “Open that pretty mouth, little wife,” he instructed, reaching up to stick one thick finger in your mouth when you obeyed. You closed your lips around it instinctively, sucking and swirling your tongue as you tasted the slight saltiness of his skin. “Such a needy little thing you are,” he grunted, beginning to move his hips ever so slightly as you moaned around his finger. “This soft little tongue, that slutty throat you tried so hard to fit my cock in yesterday… and now it all belongs to me.”

You nodded as you kept sucking his finger, subconsciously spreading your legs even wider as he started to properly fuck you again.

“You belong to me, right, wifey?”

You nodded again, even more desperately. He moaned deeply as he moved faster inside you.

“That’s right,” he purred, “now keep those legs open wide so you can get another load of my come in your filthy little hole…”

~

“I can’t— I can’t come again,” you sobbed weakly, panting as you tried to push away the thick hand rubbing your sore, swollen clit.

“You said that the last dozen times,” Bucky smirked pridefully. “Come on, one more for your husband.”

“You said that last time, and the time before that,” you remembered.

“If you can keep track of that, then I haven’t fucked you enough yet,” he chuckled. “Want you brainless and fucked stupid, honey, ‘til you can’t think about anything but all that come inside you getting you pregnant.”

You whimpered because, truthfully, it was a struggle to think about anything else.

The sun had begun to shine through the cracks between the tentpoles hours ago; he’d already fucked you all night, but he still showed no signs of stopping. “Just squeeze me with that pretty human cunt one more time— I love making you come, watching your cute little face, hearing you cry for me. And I know you love pleasing your husband even when you’re begging me to let you rest.”

Because he saw right through it; he knew that even if you asked for rest, your body craved another dose of his come, another assurance that you were going to be pregnant as soon as possible. And as for him, well, nothing got him going like talking about all his babies you were gonna have— halfway through the night, with your feet perched on his shoulders and your hands pinned above your head, he’d had you coming up with baby names just because it was so funny to him how wet and sloppy it made your cunt to think about it.

He also thought it was funny to make you bounce on his lap, because your legs were always about to give out but you, such a stubborn and desperate little thing, always fought through it to keep riding your husband’s big orc cock. It was especially fun to play with your tits, pinch your nipples, tease you by talking about how little you looked in his hands because it made you so needy each time.

He did give your pussy a break, sometimes, by having you get down on your knees and lick his cock clean. That dirty human pussy made a mess all over me, he’d tell you, so be a good wife and clean up the mess you made.

But it wasn't just his cock you'd made a mess on, no, you'd soaked a puddle into his bed beneath you, coated his balls and your thighs in your slick. The whole tent smelled like sex and sweat and he thought the uniquely human scent you'd left in the air was absolutely delicious. It was part of what kept him hard and hungry for you even well after the effects of the fertility drink had worn off for him. For you, though, it was still going— still keeping your body loose and able to fit him, mostly because you'd taken an orc-sized dose for such a tiny, weak little human body.

It did come to a close, eventually, when both of you were finally spent— and then the two of you had to spend an hour in the bath to get even close to clean again. You were so exhausted, he had to do most of the washing for you… but you were so soothed by his hands pouring water over you, more than either of you expected.

“Wake up, princess,” he whispered, stirring you from sleep. He smiled a bit as your eyes fluttered open.

“Did I fall asleep?” you mumbled groggily.

“Yes, I would’ve let you rest longer, but I need to dry you off.”

After wrapping you in a towel, though, he let you curl up in bed with him— new furs, the others needed a thorough washing— and get a nap in. Still, you couldn’t rest too long, and you certainly couldn’t go to bed for the night, because there was more in store: just before the bonding ceremony, the two of you had decided to visit your home nation the next day, to bring news of the marriage to the king. Yes, both of you were aware of the risk of it— the possibility of rejection. Bucky, in fact, was acutely aware of it and worried that he would be attacked, and if I was attacked, it would be a shame for me to have to kill your personal guard as he had warned at the time.

But it was an incredibly necessary step in this process, in your opinion. Bucky was tempted to just withdraw his armies and let it all blow over, except that you knew the military advisor taking advantage of your father’s illness would be all too happy to take it as an opportunity to turn onto the offensive.

“Are you nervous?” you asked him as you both dressed to lead the convoy to the castle.

“No,” he grumbled. “Are you?”

“Yes,” you answered plainly.

“Good, because I am too, then,” he finally admitted, and you smirked.

“Never met somebody’s parent’s before?” you pressed.

“It’s not that— I’ve never led a diplomatic mission before,” he explained.

“It’s a lot easier than leading an attack,” you assured.

“I’m not so sure,” he frowned.

~

It should come as no surprise that orcs don't wear wedding bands the way humans typically do; but there were still ways that Bucky and you were expected to show your new bond.

He added a pearl to the end of one of his tribal braids, a symbol of your introduction to his lineage; every time you saw it shine in his dark hair, you smiled to yourself. It was your idea to make it a pearl, one of the main exports of your nation, and he seemed to enjoy wearing a symbol of you in his braids. He certainly enjoyed seeing his braids in your hair, each bead and knot symbolic of the lineage he came from. He explained them all to you once, going back almost fifteen generations, and you thought it was the most fascinating thing.

And as for you, for ceremonial events there was war paint and robes for you to wear; day to day, you had a new golden arm band made to match his— he thought it was adorably tiny, closer to a ring or bracelet on him.

And because he loved the way you looked in it, you wore it when you and him returned with a small royal convoy to the castle. Admiring the stone architecture as you approached, it was hard to believe you'd been here only two nights ago… so much had changed since then.

The royal guard, though obviously hesitant, relented at the gates and the main entrance when they saw you. Some of them seemed to question the presence of Bucky, others already seemed to have gathered the idea of why he had accompanied you.

Your mother, though, who was waiting in the grand foyer— apparently worried about your unexplained absence— didn’t catch on so quickly. She jumped up, eyes wide and hands shaking, when she saw you next to Bucky.

“O-oh gods,” she gasped, “guards! The orcs have taken the princess hostage!”

“N-no, mother, wait,” you interjected, stepping forward, but she was still panicking.

“It’s alright, dear, you’ll be alright,” she tried frantically to soothe your non-existent fear.

“Mother!” you said forcefully, finally getting her attention. “I’m fine! I’m safe! Bucky doesn’t mean any harm.”

She tilted her head slightly, eyes catching on you as she approached you carefully. She reached out with her hand and delicately found the braid in your hair, lifting it forward so she could see it.

“Mother,” you began to explain, “everything’s alright, I’ve negotiated the end of this terrible war–”

She cut you off with a sudden, hard smack to the face. You held your cheek with a gasp, hearing Bucky begin to rush forward– though he stopped when you extended your free hand behind you to signal him to stay where he was.

“You’re royalty, and you’ve allowed yourself to be sullied by— by a monster!” she shrieked.

“He’s not a monster, Mother, he’s my husband,” you returned, straightening up and ignoring the pain that still radiated on your face.

“You have no right—!” she began furiously.

“To what, to marry? Of course I do!” you sneered. “You have no right to stop me.”

“You’re only the princess— you can’t act alone in such outrageous decisions, and you don’t have the political power to begin a treaty with savages.”

“And you? You’re not even the queen— you’re only the king’s concubine! That makes you even less powerful than me.”

“Your father will have you exiled when he learns what you’ve done,” she warned.

“And when he learns you struck me? He’ll have you beheaded,” you returned with a glare as you walked away, Bucky following closely with poorly-suppressed rage on his face.

“I can’t believe your mother would speak so hatefully to you,” he mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you don't know her as well as I do," you rolled your eyes. "Come on— we need to find my father."

"Will he be more understanding?" Bucky wondered.

"I think he will, maybe not right away," you decided. "But of everything he is, he's certainly practical. An offer of peace should get his attention.”

Bucky held your hand as you ascended the staircase, and approached your father’s chambers; however, when you entered, you found his bed empty, being turned by a maid.

“Oh, princess!” she gasped. “I didn’t expect you—”

Her words fell short when her gaze landed on Bucky beside you. “Where is my father?” you asked matter-of-factly.

“I-in… in the strategy room, meeting with his military advisor…” she weakly answered. You nodded and led Bucky across the hall— you had an easier time ignoring her uneasy reaction than Bucky did.

“Do you think she thought you were a hostage too?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” you shrugged. “I don’t think it really matters, she’s only a chambermaid.”

“I should wait outside, when you speak with your father,” Bucky decided as you approached the wooden door of the strategy room, and you turned to look at him with a raised brow. “We’re still technically at war. It’s not in good faith, to enter a room where his military advisor is waiting.”

“That’s true…” you nodded, trailing off.

“Talk to him yourself, for at least a moment. Dismiss the advisors,” he decided.

“Alright,” you agreed, standing up on your toes to embrace your husband quickly. “Come in soon, though? He needs to speak with you, too, if he intends to bless the marriage.”

Bucky snorted. “I find that unlikely.”

“But not impossible,” you reminded him with a smirk before stepping away to enter into the room.

You found your father there, standing— it had been a while since he’d been able to walk and stand on his own for more than an hour at a time; you found a beaming smile on your face to see his health having improved in your absence. He raised his head to look at you, as did the advisors and guards around the table.

“Do you know how much we worried, with how long you were gone?” one knight spat at you. “And without any warning but a vague note—”

The king silenced him with only one arm outstretched. “My daughter is home,” he spoke flatly. “I won’t hear anything but praises now.”

You rushed forward to embrace him, feeling him weakly return the hug and rest slightly in your arms. “I missed you,” you spoke softly, “and I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I trusted you wouldn’t leave without great cause,” he nodded, pulling back and allowing you to step away. After a pause, he added, “I figured now would be a good time for you to tell us all what it was.”

“Oh! Well, it was the greatest cause of all,” you smiled. “Peace.”

The military advisor frowned, because of course he did, the bastard. “Peace?” your father pressed.

“I think I’ve found a treaty, with the orc tribe.”

A very tense hush fell over the room. “Impossible,” the military advisor interjected after a long moment. “There is no peace with monsters.”

“They’re not monsters, they’re simply opponents— and they’re not easy ones,” you snapped at him.

“What would a princess know about waging wars?” he asked incredulously.

“What would a violent menace like you know about ending them?” you countered in return.

“Enough,” the king sighed. “Everyone but my daughter, leave me be. We will have more to discuss later.”

Uncomfortably, the other men shuffled out of the room— through the other door, the one Bucky wasn’t waiting behind, conveniently.

“Now,” your father began again when you were alone, “tell me about your treaty.”

You took a shaky breath. “Well, you see…”

Just then, a moment too early, Bucky stepped in through the door. He had to duck a bit, actually, to get through the frame. Your father’s face fell into blank shock— not fear, though, or disgust, which was as good a start as you could hope for.

“This is Bucky,” you explained, motioning towards the proverbial elephant in the room. “He leads our adversaries. But he has agreed to stand down.”

“On what condition?” the king asked immediately.

You glanced at Bucky, seeking reassurance before you answered, but he spoke for you. “A diplomatic marriage.”

Your father’s gaze bounced from Bucky, back to you; back to him, then back to you again.

Realization dawned, followed by a grimace that made you instantly wince. “My daughter,” he breathed, “you are a princess! Royal lineage! You can’t give yourself to— to a—”

You stopped him before he said something you didn’t want to hear from his lips. “I already have, father— to save us, and our people. He’s a good man—” you tried to defend.

“You would allow them to destroy us, because you’ve spread your legs for their leader?” he spat. “You lecherous, traitorous slut!”

You’d never actually been punched to the gut, so you didn’t know that his words felt exactly like one. “Watch the way you speak to my wife,” Bucky warned with a snarl behind his tusks.

“Watch the way you speak to a king, beast,” your father shot back.

“Please, father— the orcs would defeat us, decidedly, if we continued this war,” you rushed to explain, fighting back the desire to get choked up. “We have a chance for peace now. We need to take it.”

“Peace? How can I allow peace after this? I would rather my entire kingdom die defending the honor of its princess than to surrender to the hordes of savages— let alone allow one to pillage my own flesh and blood—”

The king’s voice petered out into a squeal as Bucky’s thick hand grabbed his neck and tightened around it. “Bucky—” you began to protest, but he was glaring right into your father’s watering eyes.

“Your daughter’s honor is long gone,” Bucky informed him with a sneer. “My armies will spare your nation. All you have to do is… stop fighting. Don’t attack our encampments. Don’t send spies to their deaths in my ranks. Don’t. Do. Anything.”

Bucky dropped the king to the floor where he was on his knees in a moment, coughing weakly. You rushed to his side, stroking his back as he caught his breath, but he shoved you away even with his poor strength. “D-don’t touch me,” he spat at you, “whore.”

You recoiled as your eyes stung with tears. “Father, please—”

“Just get out, both of you!” he bellowed. “The fighting will cease, on one condition…” His head tilted up so his bloodshot eyes met your teary ones. “Never return.”

You stood up on shaky legs and let your husband guide you out of the room; you collapsed into a sob as soon as you were in the hallway.

“Shh, don’t cry, little wife,” Bucky whispered as he embraced you in his massive arms, sighing against the top of your head. “If they couldn’t accept our love then they never deserved you.”

“But they’re my family…” you said in a wobbly voice between sobs.

“I’m your family now,” he soothed, fingers twirling your braid gently. “We’re family, for life. And I’ll never, ever leave you like they have.”

~

Though, at the time, it had felt like the end of the world to you, it had actually been the beginning of the most important thing you’d ever known.

In only a matter of weeks your home kingdom had surrendered. Any other war and it would’ve ended with the victors conquering a downtrodden nation, but you hoped that as news spread of a treaty reached between humans and orcs, other nations would learn that peace is possible, and that love defeats more than any army can.

Homesickness struck you at times, especially when you were visited by citizens of your former nation— they often brought gifts to you in your new home, thanking you for choosing peace when their own king wouldn’t. Though the allyship between your birthplace and current tribe could be tense politically, the kinship between orcs and natives of your once-kingdom was strong. Some of them even intermarried, but none could compete with the bond you and Bucky had.

Your husband grew impossibly protective, but never overbearing; he doted on you more each day, surpassed only by his obsession with your children.

The firstborn, a son, filled him with so much pride you worried he might burst. Though you'd worried at first that he might get too caught up in a boy to become a man and a warrior and take on the mantle of war chieftain, he had proven to be quite a sensitive and patient father who took joy in all his son's accomplishments— not just those earned on the battlefield or in brawls.

And then after your son, two girls; one right after the other. They were petite even for half-orcs, taking especially after their human side, and yet they still towered over you before they’d finished growing.

“Wait, slow down!” you called out to them as they ran further through the meadow. “You know I can’t keep up!”

You sighed and stopped running as Bucky approached from behind you, watching you watch them move off into the distance. Your children were grown now— maybe not as grown as they thought they were but certainly responsible enough to fend for themselves. Even so, it was never easy to let them run off, whether it was literal or not. “They’ll be fine,” Bucky assured with a hand on your shoulder; it made you feel better, like it always did, and you stepped closer to him to lead your head against his side.

“Your mother was an orc, she didn’t have to worry about you outrunning her,” you reminded him.

“And I’m sure I would’ve gotten into just as much trouble, even if my mother was a tiny little human,” he smirked.

“You must’ve called me tiny a hundred thousand times in the last twenty years,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’ve been tiny to me the whole time,” he explained flatly, “even when you got full and big with those babies—” he pointed to them, almost specks in the distance as they played in the tall grass together— “you were still little.”

You looked up at his face, noticing the little hints of grey in his braided hair. The color of his hair had faded a bit over the years, even the color of his skin wasn’t quite as vibrant as it used to be, but his eyes— and the pearl in his braid— sparkled as bright as ever.

Peeping through the stacks

Jason todd x reader

Valentine’s fic

Warning: smut

I recommend the book I mentioned if you like the classics.

“I have a proposition,” Jason said and your eyebrows rose. “Not that kind. We separate. I grab you a book and you get me one. And we meet up afterwards to go to dinner to see what we got. No cheating. No following each other around. Whoever gives the better gift, wins and gets to control the rest of the night.”

“Sounds like plan. Just know Todd,” you said moving up in his space standing on your tiptoe to talk in his ear. “I’m going to crush you.”

“Only if you win, baby. Only if you win,” he said with a smirk. He opened the door to the largest used bookstore in Gotham. 3 stories with a section of just records and another of old comics, it was heaven. They even had a coffee shop in the back of the second story. You went left and he went right.

You went straight for the classics. Jason would pour over old novels for hours and his favorite were clearly dog eared. You thought about replacing them but, while he’s appreciate it, it wasn’t exactly exciting. You milled around the area, looking at books that were nice but not it. As you moved to leave the area, a section caught your eyes.

If you love the classics but need a book written in the last 50 years:

This is what you needed. A careful list of books that you like next to new books was perfect. Jason had been reading his copy of Moby Dick and talking about the hubris of man recently, heavily alluding to Bruce. You grabbed the recommended book: In the Heart of the Sea.

Now to find Jason. You had agreed to no cheating but it wasn’t really cheating to just watch him if you had already picked. He was probably in your favorite area and you walked upstairs to watch down low.

Jason was holding two books in hand and looking between them both. You felt a thrill to watch him. He almost always caught you quickly but the store with multiple patrons and levels must have thrown him off a little. He finally grabbed a book and looked directly up at you with a smirk. You threw your fist playfully. He’s certainly caught you. You came downstairs with a grin.

“I knew you were watching me. That’s cheating,” he said. You held the book behind your back as you kissed his cheek.

“It’s not cheating if I didn’t change my book,” you protested and he kissed your forehead.

“Tell yourself that. Let’s check out and then I can win,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and walking to the counter. You both laid them down, face down because you’re competitive, and paid. You carried two separate bags and held hands as you walked down to a little cafe on the corner.

The place had the coolest vibes. Fresh coffee day and night, records and music memorabilia on the wall, and a band of musician played on a tiny stage every night. Valentine’s was no exception. You found a table in the back and promptly ordered your favorites from the menu.

“Okay. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said with a grin.

“I thought we’d wait until tonight to do that,” Jason said with a roguish wink. “Oh, you mean the books. Yeah, let’s swap.”

You gave him his bag and he yours. It almost looked like a drug deal if it wasn’t books. You pulled out the book. A continuation of a series you loved but had a hard time finding the next parts. Jason pulled out his and read the back.

“Okay, you won,” you said with a teasing scrunch of your face. “This is really great.”

“This looks great. But you did cheat too...” he said pretending to take his time deciding. “I guess I’ll take the win. But it was pretty close, I’m not going to lie.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Seriously, I can’t wait to bore you with more whaling facts.”

“I’m taking it back,” you said and he laughed. “I can’t learn anymore. I’m not kidding.” Jason’s eyes smiled too and you loved the sight. He looked happy. You food arrived and a folk band started playing.

As your food dwindled and it was fully dark outside, Jason’s gaze lingered on your body. His hand sat on your knee as you talked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said randomly and you exhaled quickly with a shy smile as you looked away. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” you said, letting him pull you from the cafe and a few blocks down. Jason pulled you close and rubbed his nose against your cheek. You turned your head up to close the space between your lips. It started as soft, gentle, cute. But Jason gripped your hips and pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck and before you knew it, you were being pushed against a wall as he kissed down your throat. You made soft sounds as he nipped and kissed the sensitive skin.

“Jason,” you said breathlessly. He hummed against your skin. “Take me home. Take me home.”

You ran your hands along the muscles under his shirt as you rode behind him on the motorcycle. Jason insisted on helmets and you wished you could kiss at the back of his neck. Probably best. Your hands on his stomach were distracting enough.

Jason barely drove the bike into the parking garage of his building before pulling off his helmet and turning towards you. You did the same. Neither of you climbed off as you made out. His tongue slid in your mouth as his hands held the back of your skull in place. He reached behind him to turn it off as you kissed.

“Upstairs,” you breathed. He nodded before getting up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed his neck as you walked towards the elevator. The knee high slit in your skirt had scooted up to expose most of your thigh. Luck was on your side as no one was around to watch but security must have gotten a great show with the pair of you aggressively kissing. Jason pressed your back against the wall in the elevator as you rode up to his floor.

He carried you down the hall. You were less lucky as your elderly neighbor was sitting in the end of the hallway as she always did everyday. She’d watch the sunset and people watch everyone coming home from work or school. She giggled and looked away. Jason put you down the second you both realized and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I was married once. Happy Valentine’s,” she said with a big smile looking out the window. Jason quickly pulled you in the apartment.

“I forgot about her,” he said. “Gross part is that she’s probably thinking about her dead husband and all the times he used to rail her.”

You glared at Jason. “That’s.... so gross. Why? Like you ruined it. Your dirty mouth.”

“I can get it a little dirtier,” he said with a wink but ruined by bursting into laughter. “Like do old people blow each other? Can their hips bend that much? I know their knees are bad. What age did they have to give them up?”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s so gross,” you said putting you hand over his mouth and he laughed before pulling you close.

“You look really pretty tonight. I forgot to tell you because I kept staring at you,” he said with a soft look. He bent and kissed you sweetly. Not rushed or hard like earlier. He slowly pulled you to the bedroom. You pulled each other’s clothing off as you walked. Shirt here. Pants there.

“Thank you. You look good too,” you said as you pulled the bedroom door closed. Jason rolled his eyes. He never agreed with you but had given up on arguing.

Jason pulled you on top of him in bed. His nose ran up your throat until his lips met yours. He was slow and deliberate in his movement. His hands roamed your body as you moved your legs to straddle him. You didn’t bother teasing either of you but instead sunk down on him.

“Princess,” he breathed with closed eyes. You sat for just a moment, get used to him, before starting to move. You bent at the waist to give him long deep sloppy kisses. “Baby,” he pleaded before you started moving.

“Remember, I won,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” you asked with a grin. “What do you want, Jaybird?”

“This. Keep riding me. You look so good,” he said breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as you bounced. He grimaced as you swirled your hips. “Fuck!”

“Oh we like that,” you commented. He chuckled distractedly. Jason pulled you down to where he could kiss and nip at your chest. You whined as he took your nipple in his mouth. He let go with a loud smack.

“Mmm someone seems to like that,” he quipped. You pressed yourself back towards his face and he chuckled against your skin before giving your breasts the attention you wanted.

“I love your Valentine’s gift. You’re so thoughtful,” you said breathlessly. Jason looked up at you confused.

“Yeah no problem. Is now the time?” He asked with his eyes half closed and mouth open as he breathed heavily. His hips jumped to meet yours and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and he smiled as he watched you come undone. He thrust your faster to finish with you. You both moved together jumpily as you buried your head in his neck. You breathed for a few second before softly kissing his lips.

“I seriously loved today,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m glad. Me too. Surprised that no one call-“ Jason started before his phone rang and he sighed. “At least we finished. I’ve got to take this,” he said and you rolled off and curled in the blanket. He answered the phone as he threw on boxer briefs. He looked at you wistfully as he talked. It sounded important.

“My source said Black Mask is getting a shipment early this morning so I’ve got to go. We can’t have those guns on the street,” Jason said after hanging up. He leaned over to give you a dizzying kiss. “I’ve got to go but here is your book and a glass of water. Don’t stay up. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Be safe,” you said before he climbed out the window.

“Aren’t I always,” he said and you just knew he was grinning under the helmet before jumping from a 6 story window. No, you thought, no you aren’t.