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come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu! full playlist

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time. 

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already. 

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed. 

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.” 

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

hii friend, i read your tom grant fic and i’m obsessed with it!! would you ever write for joseph quinn the actor? if you can could you maybe write something about joe and reader trying for a baby? if not it’s totally fine :) have a great day or night <333

trying ~ joseph quinn x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut ofc, 18+ only please <3, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), breeding press (aka my weakness), EXTREMELY fluffy and mushy, discussions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, joe steals the reader's birth control for like 4 seconds, reader is into it but acting neutral because she wants him to beg more lmao, joe makes reader come up with baby names during sex... it's freaky guys

As you turned your head to the side to look at him— laughing gently as he raised his glass to his lips, listening to a friend's story about how she got kicked out of a pub over a complicated misunderstanding— you smiled, too, and reached to give his knee a quick squeeze through his jeans.  He looked back at you, offering a little smile just for you, and the conversation continued.

Later, when dinner was completed and the conversation had moved from the outdoor patio back to inside the flat, you were helping with dishes when the baby monitor went off.  It was just a little at first, just a strange groaning noise coming through it, and then you saw the lights flash brighter and heard a proper cry between bouts of static.  Drying your hands quickly, you popped your head out of the kitchen and saw the hostess first, thankfully.

"Jess, the monitor?" you informed her, interrupting a conversation as she turned.  

"Oh, thank you," she sighed, excusing herself and slipping down the hall.

Joe, a member of the abandoned discussion, gave you a little cringe: "I hope we didn't wake her," he said.

"Oh, I doubt it," you assured him, "babies just wake up often."

Jess came back a few minutes later, and to everyone's pleasant surprise, she brought baby Cleo with her.  Everyone was already in a chorus of "aww"s before she'd even explained why she was bringing her out; "I think she just wants some attention," Jess explained, and dinner guests began to gather around where Jess was standing with Cleo on her hip.

You waited until all the dishes were done to go out there and see the baby yourself, but by the time you came out, you were surprised to see her on Joe's knee— or maybe you were more surprised to see Joe acting a complete fool, making silly faces and noises at her to get her to smile.  

"Oh, just in time," someone else noticed your arrival, "your boyfriend's fallen madly in love with this baby."

"That's a shame," you joked as you sat down next to him, "he was supposed to come home with me tonight."

You gave Joseph a kiss on the cheek, noticing Cleo's massive blue eyes on you as you leaned in closer to him.  You mouthed hi! and waved at her, as she continued to examine you.

Her eyes followed your hand as you reached forward and hesitantly tickled her belly through the star-dotted onesie she had on, and she finally gave you a smile; you'd earned approval, for now.  "Hi Cleo!" you greeted her aloud, tickling her tummy again, and she kicked her legs as Joe held her up on his knee.

"How old did you say she was again?" Joe asked Jess, without looking away from Cleo until he actually heard her answering.

"Seven months," Jess replied.

"Oh," Joe nodded, "is it easier now than when she was born?"

"She sleeps longer," Jess decided, "and I actually have some vague idea of what I'm doing, so that's nice."

Joe smiled and looked back at Cleo, who was looking at you as you talked to her about whatever you could think of.  He moved her in closer to his lap, where her attention was suddenly taken by his necklace; he let her grab and tug on it for a while, until she yanked hard enough to be able to reach up and start pulling on his hair next.

"Ow," Joe frowned, and you laughed at his predicament— he was forced to stay hunched over in his own lap as she balled her fists in his curls.

"Oh, sorry, she's really into hair pulling right now," Jess cringed, reaching forward to try to help unlatch those little chubby hands.  Eventually she was able to get her free, but of course, like anyone forced to stop touching Joseph's curls, she started to get upset.  Just a little pout at first, then a whimper, then a proper cry.  "Oh no," Jess mumbled, lifting her out of Joe's lap— though he started to reach for her again, before he stopped himself.

"Did I make her cry?" Joe asked, the genuine heartbreak in his voice making your own chest tighten.

"No, no, she's just fussy," Jess promised, "she's probably wet— I'll go change her."

Joe turned back to you and you reached up to brush your hand over his hair.  "Looked like she was really going for it there," you noticed.  "She didn't actually manage to rip any out, did she?"

But he didn't answer your question, instead blurting out, "I want one."

You laughed a little.  "Well, when someone picks it up and takes it away to change the diaper, I'm sure it seems very appealing," you noticed.

He pouted a little, but the conversation changed before you could really press him on it— and all too soon, the evening came to a close.  Jess thanked you for your help with everything, you insisted you wouldn’t let her host a dinner party on her own when she had a baby to take care of; Joe asked if he could say goodbye to her, but Jess explained that she was down for hopefully the entire night but promised they’d have another playdate soon.

You could tell Joe really was enamored by Cleo, due in part to how silent he was on the ride home.  Then you got home, and he tolerated you making conversation about the party and the other guests, but there was that distance in his eyes.

“You’re still thinking about Cleo, aren’t you?” you noticed.

“Hm?  Oh,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch.  “Yeah, I am.  She was so little!”

You laughed.  “Yeah, I hear most babies are like that.”

“But she was so cute, god, you saw she looks just like Jess already,” he described, laying his head back on the couch, “but, you know, all fat and adorable.”

“Those blue eyes are her dad’s, though,” you recalled.

“Really?” Joe smiled— his cheeks seemed a little flushed, suddenly.

“C’mon, let’s get our teeth brushed and all so we can go to sleep,” you insisted, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him up off the couch, “some of us had a little more work to do tonight than just playing around with a baby.”

~

He was doing that thing he did, where he wanted to say something but he hadn't found either the words or the nerve yet.  But you could never get him to spit it out until he was ready, so you just sighed and let him stare at you as you got ready for bed.

Eventually he got in bed by himself, where he liked to wait for you until you were done with your routine, but you were having a hard time wrapping up since you couldn't find the final step.  I swear I left them right here…

You rifled through the medicine cabinet for a bit, frowning.  "Babe, have you seen my pills?"

"Um, yeah," he called back, "they're right here."

You came out to the bedroom to find him sitting up in the bed, holding the pack in his hand.  "Give me those," you instructed.

"I will— I just wanna talk first."

"Joseph."

He frowned and tossed you the packet, which landed in your hands with a rattle.  Before you'd even started to pop one out, he was jumping up to give you a tight hug.  "Please, darling?" he whined, bending down and laying his head on your chest.  "Please, please please—"

A second later, he was literally on his knees before you, clutching your legs, his chin resting on your hip as you looked down at him.  "You're serious?" you noticed.

"It'll be so great, won't it?  Our baby.  You and me."

"It'll be great—"

"Yes!"

"— and incredibly difficult!  You realize that they just keep growing up, right?"

"That's the best part!" he beamed.  "Kids are even better than babies!"

"And teenagers?" you prompted crossing your arms.

"No no, don't do that," he pouted, reaching up to gently pull your arms open again, "you do that when you're about to say no to me."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, letting him hold your hands down by his face as he squeezed them a little.

"Yeah, teenagers can be annoying, sure," he continued, "but they're fun— you can really talk with them then.  C'mon, I know you think I'm crazy but I really mean it.  I wanna have a family."

"It's all pretty sudden, Joe… you saw one baby today for, like, an hour— and then you stole my pills!"

"Okay, first of all,” he defended, “I just… borrowed them.”

“Right.”

“And second of all, it’s not as sudden as you think.  I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” he admitted.  “I mean, really— since we met, I've been thinking about this."

You raised your eyebrows.  "Really?  And did you plan to ever make me privy to those thoughts?"

"Well… I am now!" he smiled, batting his eyelashes up at you.  You sighed, and he stood up again, still clutching your hands.  "It's okay if you don't want this, but seeing Cleo just made me wonder why I've been waiting so long.  If I had it my way, you'd already be pregnant."

And it was impossible to keep hiding your smile when he said that.  "I've been thinking about it too, Joe."

"Really?" he whispered, and you nodded.  He hummed and gave you a kiss on the forehead; you wrapped your arms around his torso, laughing as he pulled you back onto the bed.  "What did you think about?" he asked as he started to kiss down to your neck.

"Well— I mean, I just thought about it sometimes," you sighed.  "What it would be like if you and I…"

"Yeah?"

"But it was just a fantasy!" you interrupted yourself.

"Let's make fantasy a reality, darling,” he purred, “don't take your pills tonight.  Actually, you can just throw them out."

You whined as he rolled you onto your back, pressing his weight into you.

"Please, love?  I want a baby so bad…" he whispered.

"I know," you breathed.

"You want it too, right?  I know you do."

"And you do understand I'm not going to get pregnant tonight just because I'm not taking the pill?" you pointed out.

"So you're gonna stop taking them?" he grinned.

"I mean… I'm thinking about it," you admitted.

"Yeah, it won't be right away— that's the fun part, right?  Trying.  We can tell people we’re trying."

"Ew," you frowned, "let's not tell people that.  It's just a socially-appropriate way of saying that we're constantly fucking."

"Yeah!  That's why it's fun to say," he laughed.  "Even if it won't happen tonight… we can still start practicing for when it really happens."

"Are you out of practice, suddenly?" you snorted.  "Seems like you've been getting some practice in a couple times a week for the last— how long's it been, two years?"

"No, darling, this is different," he explained.  "This isn't just fucking.  It's… making love."

You rolled your eyes.  "Oh, that's ridiculous."

"It's not!  It's supposed to be special, making a baby and all," he whispered.  "It won't be like what we usually do— no… hair-pulling, or anything…"

You frowned.  "Well what's the fun in that?"

"The fun is that I'm going to get you pregnant," he explained, lowering his voice.  "And it's gonna be my baby in you."

You bit your lip.  He smiled, tapping you on the end of your nose with his finger.

“Gimme those pills, love, I’ll go chuck them for you now.”

“Joeeyyy,” you whined, the way you only did when he was doing something that made you wet against your better judgment.

He reached for your hand to take them away, but you laughed as you turned on your side and curled up so he couldn’t get to them.  “You’re not going to make me take them from you, are you, sweetheart?”

“I mean, how bad do you want me off of them?” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t play with me now,” he warned with a purr, “you know I’m dead serious.”

You shrugged.  “Are you though, really?”

He growled and started to 

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“Then why don’t we go ahead and make a baby about it?” he encouraged.

You laughed, but nodded.  “Okay.”

“Okay?” he beamed.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” you decided.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, kissing you hard as you kept smiling, “oh god, angel— I love you so much.”

He helped strip you of your pajamas— gently, but efficiently— as he kissed all over your heated skin.  He continued whispering praises and thank yous and promises to get you pregnant as soon as he could

“I can’t wait, I really can’t wait,” he rushed against your neck, hands tight on your waist, “can you?”

You shook your head.

“I just know you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant,” he breathed, one hand ghosting over your stomach.  “My baby, right here, making you all big— you’re gonna be fucking gorgeous.”

That was bad enough, and then his hand started moving lower and lower; of course you spread your legs for him right away, why wouldn’t you?  He still mocked you quietly, though, asking if you really needed him that bad.  You really did.

He just teased your aching pussy with his fingers for a moment, before he honed in on your clit and gave it a few slow circles.  You hummed, letting your head fall to the side.  “You feel ready for me,” he announced as pushed two fingers into you, making you whine and arch your back.  

“God, Joe, I am,” you agreed, “need you inside me.”

“Soon,” he promised.  “Gonna open you up a little more first, love, just be patient.”

He twisted his fingers around, curling them into your spot only for a moment at a time before pulling back and making you sigh in frustration

“Should I make you come on my fingers once, just to get you nice and soaked for me?” he wondered.

“N-no, fuck, wanna come on your cock,” you pleaded.

“Yeah?  You want me to feel it when you come for me, right?”

“Yes,” you groaned, “please… please fuck me.”

“Now, what did I tell you?” he grinned.  “It’s not fucking, darling.”

Funny how you were more embarrassed to say it the other way: “Please m-make love to me,” you whispered.

“That’s better, love,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek before climbing up on top of you; he was still wearing his thin golden chain, and it swung over your face.  “I’ll do more than that— I’ll give you a baby.  You want that?”

You smiled.  “I think I’m the one giving you a baby.”

“Fair,” he chuckled, “okay— I’ll make love to you, and come inside you, and you’ll give me a baby.  How does that sound?”

“Hmm,” you considered, “I mean, it sounds good, but—”

“Oh god—” he dropped his head onto your chest— “love, you’re driving me mad now…”

“I just want to make sure this is what you want,” you teased— and he knew exactly how full of shit you were, but he must have realized that he would have to play along anyway.

“C’mon, darling, I want this more than anything,” he breathed, lifting his head up again to look down at you closely.  One of his hands found the top of your head and stroked your hair, keeping you from looking away.  “I’ve never wanted anything like I want this— like I want our baby inside you now.  Something made from how much we love each other, isn’t it perfect?  And everyone will see us together and know that we’re in love, that we’re a family.”

You sighed a little, appreciating what that would be like; taking such a huge step from being partners, being boyfriend and girlfriend, to being parents together.  It was obviously daunting, but it made you feel all warm and happy inside.

“When it’s here, I can carry it on my shoulders in the park, or you can push the pram, won’t that be nice?” he imagined with a wistful smile.  “And our child will always know how loved it is, how much we wanted them— how desperate Daddy was that he told Mummy he’d do anything if they could have a baby together.”

“Anything?”

“Of course— you’re doing the most incredible thing for me,” he explained, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it, before he pulled it closer and kissed your fingers.  “We can get married first, if you’d rather do it all in the normal order.  But that doesn’t really matter to me, if I’m honest— we’re a family either way.”

“You’re really into this whole ‘baby makes three’ thing, huh?” you chuckled, but he cut you off with a slow, gentle kiss.  It changed the mood entirely, especially once you relented to it and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he finally agreed when he pulled away, leaving you blinking and trying to catch your breath after a kiss like that.  “I’m really into it.”

You only gave him a little breathless nod, but that was enough of an approval for him: he pressed himself into you, watching your face as your body gave way and took him inside.  He was as deep as possible in less than a second, keeping a focused expression as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Darling,” he breathed, “you feel so perfect— doesn’t it feel different, knowing it’ll really mean something?”

You nodded again, keeping your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling, on how perfectly he fit inside you, on how his hands felt holding you tightly and keeping you close.

He kissed you again, just for a second before he started to kiss different places on your face, moving his hips (finally) though keeping you on edge with how slow he was going.  “D’you want a boy or a girl?” he asked, pressing his smile against the side of your face.

“Boy,” you blurted out— something about the way he was moving inside you made all pretense fall away, and you could speak purely on instinct.

“No, no way,” he laughed, “our first has got to be a girl.  Think of all the sweet little things we can dress her in!”

“Our first?  There’s more?” you gasped— partially because of what he said, mostly because he was holding your hips tight and keeping you close so you had to feel every thrust in the deepest parts of you.  You could barely believe he was keeping up conversation this well while fucking you like this…

“At least two more,” he announced.

“Fuck, and who’s having the other two?  ‘Cause I only signed up for one,” you countered.

“I think you’re going to like it,” he decided, “and you’ll be the one begging me for a second.  For your little boy you apparently want.”

“I just said that randomly,” you insisted, feeling your cheeks heat up.  “Don’t read into it.”

“Yeah?  What would you name a boy, then?”

“Daniel,” you answered far too quickly.  “O-or James…”

“Hm,” he smiled, “I like James better.  They’re both pretty traditional— why not something a little more adventurous?”

“Such as…?”

“I dunno… Wolfgang,” he offered, seemingly off the top of his head, and you snorted.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were having a German baby,” you laughed.

“Doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re having a girl anyways,” he decided, kissing you just beside your ear, picking up his pace inside you just a bit.  “I know it.  I already know it.”

“Could always name the girl Wolfgang,” you panted, hoping to sound composed even though you were on fire inside.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, gently biting on your earlobe for a moment.  “I always wanted to call a girl Agatha.”

“You’re joking,” you hoped, flatly.

“Or Penelope,” he added.

“We’ll go with that one,” you decided, whimpering when one of his hands grabbed your thighs and held your leg at a deeper angle— it made everything more intense all of a sudden.  You gasped and grabbed his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in, and heard him hum proudly.

“Do you just really like that name, or do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked playfully.

“Please, just a little faster,” you begged, “jus’ need a little more, Joe, please, please…”

“Shh,” he soothed quietly, moving to hover above you again and lifting both of your legs this time, “m’gonna give you want you need, darling, if you just trust me, okay?”

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and leaned down over you— he hadn’t even moved yet and your whole body tensed up, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.  

“How’s that feel?” he asked with a knowing grin as you reached down to grab the sheets under you for dear life.  “It’s not too deep, is it?”

“Oh my god,” you moaned, “I— Joe!”

You couldn’t say anything else because he gave you a sudden, sharp thrust that made you feel like his cock was in your chest or something.  How could it be this deep, how could anything be this deep?

“Fuck,” you cried, toes curling where they were suspended in the air behind his head.  Apparently you were more flexible than you realized— and closer to coming, too.

“You’re so wet,” he noticed with a sigh, “my god, darling, you’ve really soaked my cock, just because I said I was going to get you pregnant?  That’s all it takes?”

Whimpering, you nodded while holding your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I will,” he promised, his own voice finally showing signs of his desperation— he could only keep his cool for so long.  “I will, love, I promise.”

His hands found yours, and pinned them to each side of your head as your fingers weaved together.  It didn’t take much more of that for you to come— intense and nearly overwhelming, yes, but sort of… comfortable, too.  Not as harsh and sudden as it had been with him before, not the kind to make you scream or sob or anything.  Those were like being thrown into the deep end; this one was more like laying on the beach and feeling each wave slide over the sand and wash higher and higher up your body until you were immersed in it— but without that pesky drowning thing.  It was much more pleasant than that.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to you as he watched you go under, “so fucking beautiful— I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“Love you too,” you gasped out.

He choked a little on his groan; “Again,” he demanded, “say it again.”

“I love you,” you promised, “Joe, I love you so so much…”

He squeezed your hands, and you were too weak and limp now to properly squeeze them back.  “I-I’m gonna come,” he stammered between heavy breaths, “please, darling— I can come inside, right?  Let me come inside you, love, I need to…”

“Yes,” you breathed, back arching deeper, “yes, fuck, of course you can.”

He bit his lip, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes that captured you completely.  “I’m gonna come inside you,” he promised, speaking in a low voice that made a shiver run up your spine, “but I’m not gonna stop.  Okay?”

Fuck.  Was that even physically possible?

“Can you take it, love?”

You whimpered, but nodded confidently.  You could hardly tell he was coming when he did it while still fucking you just as fast— his hips rutted into yours and each flex of his cock seemed to be timed just right with when he was deepest inside you.  Even when you thought you were totally spent, you managed to arch your back a bit more without even meaning to.

He’d been putting more effort into keeping himself partially upright than you realized, because when his strength gave out and he partially collapsed onto you, it forced your legs even closer to your chest— and then you were both delirious from the feeling.

He was just as loud as you, moaning into your neck and the pillow under you as he moved way faster than before, letting go of one of your hands so he could grab your thigh instead to keep you still.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “fuck, darling— I can’t stop until I give you everything.”

“Don’t,” you agreed, “don’t stop… that’s what I want, I want everything.  I want e-every drop of you inside me…”

He hissed through his teeth briefly before he kissed you again; this kiss was a lot more feverish than the last, so much more desperate and filled with moans and gasping breaths against each other.

“Oh, fuck!” you whined when he shifted his hips a little lower and forced his cock right into that spot— the one that was all swollen and sensitive from the last time you came.  “Fuck, baby, please—”

Maybe if he were a little more conscious he would say something all witty and mocking like, is that a pet name or a request?  But he was fighting to keep from falling apart already, fucking into you desperately and quickly even though you were both overstimulated and there was a mix of your and his come starting to make a patch on the silk sheets.

His mouth was slack and open right above yours, and he was getting louder and louder as his hands held yours so tight it was almost painful— it would’ve been very painful, actually, if your hands and feet weren’t already going numb.

When you came again, it was the last straw for him— he let go of your hands to grab onto your shoulders, for some reason, and let out a shaky whining sort of noise; he stopped moving and you really felt it now, the pulsing of his cock inside your sore channel.  You felt full and dizzy and sleepy, the outside of your body entirely limp while your insides kept flexing in spite of the exhaustion.

He let go of your hands, slowly, and used his new freedom to carefully guide your legs down— around his waist, instead, and not held up on his shoulders.  You hissed from the soreness in your hips, but relaxed as he trailed slow, gentle kisses along your cheek.

“So,” he began with a sigh, “that was…”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement.

You both returned to catching your breath for a moment, while his thumb stroked the upper part of your thigh gently— it did more to soothe you than you expected.

“You came twice,” you noticed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“H-how…?”

His face came back up so you could get a proper look at him— flushed and sweating, a loose curl sticking to his forehead, glassy-eyed and wearing a tilted smile— and you felt yourself clench inside again at just how pretty he was.  “I guess I was just feeling… extra inspired,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose as he brushed hair away from your face with his hand.  “Did you like it?”

“Like it?!  Fuck, it was so hot,” you laughed.  “I mean, you barely even slowed down…”

“What can I say?  I really, really want to get you pregnant.”

You shivered.  “Well now I really, really want to be pregnant.”

“I bet it won’t take us too long,” he decided.  “But we should start tracking your cycle and everything, make sure we’re doing everything right… here, while I’m at it—”

He reached past your head and grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips to slide it underneath them before he set you back down— all without pulling out.

“I’ve heard it helps it all stay inside,” he explained.

“You’ve really prepared for this, haven’t you?” you noticed, and he looked at your face carefully.

“If you’re really not sure, it’s not too late to just take the pill tonight and go back to normal,” he reminded you, leaning down closer again.  “I won’t be mad or anything.”

“No, this is what I want,” you promised.  “So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed you quickly, though you reached up and weaved your fingers into his curls so you could pull him back down for more.  “Are we trying again tomorrow?” he wondered, speaking quietly into the kiss.

“First thing,” you smiled.

IM FERAL, FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER THIS

𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮 || orc!bucky x princess!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || you want to make peace with the orc army threatening to conquer your kingdom, but you only have one thing to offer their leader.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5.6k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || SMUT (18+ only, just like my entire blog!!), monsterfucking/exophilia, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, painful sex (kinda but not THAT bad), housewife kink, degradation (not super hard, but it's there), the slightest touch of misogyny kink?, cum swallowing/cumplay, facial, creampie, breeding kink, discussions of war and death

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 || you know that song 'the boys are back in town'? yeah that but it's 'the whores are back in town'

"I thought perhaps we could end this war."

Standing alone in the orc chieftain’s hut, wearing a dress that gave away instantly that you were a princess, demanding a treaty. No one ever accused you of being particularly weak of mind or spirit… but even for you, this was a risky move. You just hoped that the hulking orc sitting across the tent from you– with his massive stature, surprisingly-bright blue eyes, and dark brown braids of hair falling around his tusked face– couldn’t see the fear running through your veins.

He didn’t seem to; he only scoffed incredulously. "Of course, I'd like that as well. Slaughtering your people leaves my armies exhausted," he smirked.

You hadn’t been expecting the warmest welcome from the leader of your enemies– Bucky, as they called him, a strange name to a human but pretty standard for an orc– yet even so, that seemed like a pretty low blow. You should’ve felt like you had the upper-hand wearing your finest silks while he only had on a loincloth tied with leather cord and some sparse jewelry, and yet somehow you were the one who felt exposed as his gaze penetrated you.

"Why should I consider diplomacy to end a war that I'm winning?" Bucky pressed.

"Because I have something of great value to offer," you explained. "I believe this war can be ended with a diplomatic marriage."

"Marriage?" he repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Between who?"

"Well, I…" you began nervously, looking at the furs thrown down beneath your feet; your gaze shot up after a moment when you heard him let out a deep laugh, one that made his belly shake and his braids swing as he tossed his head back.

"Oh," he realized aloud, "you don't mean… you and I, do you?"

You swallowed thickly. "I just thought perhaps—"

"You thought I'd be tempted by your weak little body, your royal lineage, your riches?" he spat. "Those things are of no matter to orcs. Our women are strong, brave, and independent. You… you're so… puny. Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, wielding power not because of your intelligence or fortitude or strategy but simply because you happen to be the daughter of the king. It's pathetic."

He kept laughing as you tightened your fists. "You think I'm not brave? I came here, didn't I? I offered myself to save my kingdom," you reminded him. "I moved across enemy lines, without my father's approval—"

"Stop," he demanded, and you choked on your next word as you fell into sudden silence. "The king hasn't sent you?"

"No," you confirmed. "He's… ill. He is too weak to manage the armies alone. His military advisor wants blood, he will not hear a word of peace. So, I ordered the guard to bring me here… I will not watch my people suffer any longer, if I can stop it."

He seemed to take that much more seriously than anything else you said.

"Please," you continued, "do not let the violent nature of my father's royal general poison you to humans. We are not such a brutal people, usually…"

"Do you mean to imply that we orcs are?" Bucky pressed.

"N-no!" you stammered. "I'll admit some humans believe that, but I came here in good faith, believing you wouldn't kill me even if you could."

"You've thrown yourself into the hands of the enemy, on a whim, against your father's wishes and without his knowledge…" Bucky reiterated. "Brave, perhaps. Or just foolish."

You chewed your lip as you stared down at the ground.

"You clearly know so little about our people," he continued. "Because if you knew anything you'd know that a tribal orc war chieftain marrying a human isn't very favorable for us. My children should be fierce and fearsome… being half-human might bring shame on them."

"Well, that's not fair," you frowned. "I didn't know orcs were so prejudiced."

"As if humans aren't?" he scoffed. "A half-orc might be looked down upon in orc society, but they would be killed in human society."

That, sadly, was true, and you couldn't deny it.

“But…” he began, and you let hope fill you again as you wondered if your plan for peace could really work, “you seem to have your head on straight, mostly. I mean, for a human…”

“I try my best,” you offered humbly.

“You don’t really know what you’re asking for, with this marriage you’ve suggested,” he continued. "Orcs mate for life," he reminded you. "You wouldn't be leaving me when the allyship is through, to find another husband from another kingdom next— some puny human boy your mother likes."

You nodded.

"And we don't take commitment lightly. You would be pledged to me for all your life, and me to you— not even death permits an orc to marry again or even lay with another."

"I understand," you nodded again.

He frowned. "You've heard all this and you still think a diplomatic union is reasonable?"

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek for a second. "Well… yes. My offer still stands."

He let out a bemused huff of air from his nose. "You're tenacious, I'll give you that," he smirked. "It's a shame I'm not attracted to humans or I'd be tempted to mate you."

Your heart ached when he began to deny you that way… but you ached somewhere else as well. "You've… never laid with any creature but an orc?" you wondered aloud.

He nodded in agreement, his large tongue darting out to wet his lips. "No— elves are too stuck-up and even if I could get past the looks of a dwarfish woman, with how short she is it would probably kill her to try."

He must've caught the way you bit your lip, your eyes darting to the loincloth over his lap for a moment, because his eyes sparkled as he smirked at you.

"You've only had human partners, I assume?" he pressed. You nodded. "Good… I don't think you could handle anything else."

"N-no," you stammered, "wait…"

"What should I wait for?" he asked with a raised brow.

"For… for me to think of something else to say, to try to convince you," you answered bluntly. He smiled around his long tusks.

"You are determined to end this war," he realized.

You nodded nervously.

"But you haven't even shown me what you're offering," he purred. "Take that silly dress off."

For someone who had been throwing yourself at him a second ago, you suddenly hesitated.

"What, you're not getting shy now, are you?" he snorted. "Undress."

Shivering at the forcefulness of his demand, you reached up and started to unlace your dress, awkwardly shimmying out of it and standing before him in your undergarments.

"Gods, you humans are so conservative," he sneered. "You cover your bodies with so many layers— we orcs really only need the one," he chuckled as he tugged his loincloth for emphasis. “Take off more, show me your body.”

Finally, you untied your chemise, and dropped it to expose your chest to the warm breeze blowing gently through the tent– it must’ve been that that made your nipples peak and harden, not the way his eyes were grazing over your form.

You let it fall the rest of the way, bare before him with the light fabric pooled at your feet. His lip twitched into the subtlest snarl as you stood in front of him. You reached up to begin to take off the golden tiara in a halo around your head, but he interrupted before you could even lift it away. "No, you can leave that on," he smirked.

For a moment you almost smirked to yourself, realizing he might not have been entirely honest before when he said human royal lineage meant nothing to him.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and you slowly turned in a circle, looking back at him as he shamelessly ogled your ass.

When you were facing each other again, he carried a glimmer in his eye that made your knees a little weak.

“I’ll admit, your body is… interesting,” he offered. “Human women have a certain charm to them– some orcs prefer humans as mates, I’ve never really understood why… especially the woman, there’s no way a human man can pleasure them the way we can.”

A shiver dashed up your spine. Your gaze watched his massive hands rub over his legs– you could only imagine how an orc like him would pleasure a partner, human or orc.

“So, this offer of marriage,” he recalled, “doesn’t bring me much strategic benefit.”

“W-we have resources,” you blurted out, “we control the coasts: we have ocean fish, pearls, whale’s oil–”

“Stop,” he frowned, “I already said I have no use for your riches. Pearls? You think that’s what I want, pearls?”

You awkwardly shrunk back into yourself as you realized your folly.

“No, I’m not interested in what your kingdom can offer me as an ally,” he asserted. “I’d rather learn about what you can offer me. As my wife.”

Just the phrase ‘my wife’ from his lips, speaking of you, made your heart stop for a moment. Before you’d hatched this plan you’d never even imagined being an orc’s wife– except maybe when you heard the sort of stories children were told to keep them to behave. Practice your table manners or you’ll have to marry an orc instead of a prince! Now, it sounded like a twisted sort of fairytale… not especially romantic, but so shockingly tempting and shamefully erotic.

"Why don't you come here and show me what a good wife you could be for me?" Bucky purred. "I've heard human women like to do strange things to their men. Pleasure them with their mouths, for example."

"Do orcs not do that?" you mumbled awkwardly.

"No, we like to keep things practical," he smirked. "But I wouldn't mind seeing how a human girl would pleasure her mate…"

You walked forward in just a few steps– he was taller than you even sitting down, and he smirked as he looked down at your doe-eyed expression. After taking a shaky breath you dropped carefully to your knees, reaching to the loincloth hanging at his waist. You tried not to react too strongly when you pulled it aside, but it's hard to hide your shock when you see an orc's cock.

Thick, impossibly thick, with a fat head and veins along the sides— it was laying on his thigh, still soft, yet you couldn't even fit your hand all the way around it when you tried to pick it up.

Gods, it was heavy too… you actually had to put some effort in to lift it. It felt more like a trunk than a cock; Bucky chuckled lowly at your obvious nervousness. "Don't be shy, human, this is what you came here for, isn't it?"

"Not exactly," you mumbled to yourself, leaning down to experimentally lick the very tip of it. It just tasted like skin, maybe a bit saltier than usual, but nothing too worrisome. Going back down again, you began to lick all over the head.

"Mmm," he groaned, deep in his chest. "You won't even be able to fit it in your mouth, will you?" You shook your head. "Try anyway," he encouraged.

You opened your mouth as wide as it could go, and just barely managed to get your lips around it. You let your tongue swirl over the skin inside your mouth, moving to take more… but even with all your might, you couldn't even get your lips past the ridge of his bulbous head— not when he'd become almost completely hard in your hand now.

So, you pulled back to lick a long, thick stripe from the very base up to the slit at the end. "O-oh," he groaned, "that's nice… maybe human women are worth the trouble after all."

You gave him more licks– some long and slow, others fast and short to keep him guessing– focusing on trying to taste every inch of him. He seemed to like it best when you gently pulled his foreskin back and licked the edge of where his head met his shaft.

After a while doing that, you dipped down even lower to lave his massive balls with your tongue, making him groan even louder as his hand reached down to squeeze your shoulder— the whole thing fit in just half of the palm of his massive hand. "Damn, princess, are you really so insatiable? You want to taste an orc's fat balls?" he grunted.

With your mouth wide open there was no way to stop your moan from slipping out when you heard those lewd words.

"I bet you're not used to being talked to that way. Princes and consorts, they probably just go on about how pretty you are, read poetry about how they've longed for you," he mocked. "You like this better, though, don't you? You like being reminded that you're just a dirty whore on your knees in my tent, begging me to marry you… well shit, this is the best proposal I ever saw," he smirked.

You suckled on the tip of his head again, blinking up at him and admiring the dark look in his eyes as he watched you. He seemed pleased by you looking up at him, even groaning through his teeth a bit.

"Mm, you'd make a good little wife, wouldn't you?" he smirked. "You love using your mouth so much, I'd let you lick my cock every day."

Let you, like it was a privilege. Why did that turn you on so much?

“Stroke it, princess– stroke my cock,” he groaned, bucking up his hips just a bit as you had to use both hands to try to jerk him off. It seemed like he had more fun watching you struggle to manage the size of him than he got from whatever sensations your actions gave him– that said, he certainly didn’t mind either. In fact, he started to pant out his breaths as you found a pattern of stroking the thick shaft of his cock while your mouth opened wide to lick over his tip. “Feels different than anything I’ve ever experienced before,” he continued, words thin with his breathing getting quicker. “Your sweet little tongue… your warm, wet mouth…” he enumerated, groaning louder. “Fuck, your lips look real pretty stretched out because of me. I bet your jaw is aching from trying to fit me, but it’s not your fault, your body just wasn’t made to take massive orc cock.”

And yes, your jaw was incredibly sore, but it was irrelevant compared to the ache between your legs. Watching him slowly fall into ecstasy because of your work made the most unique sense of pride warm your skin, and something about using your own small frame (at least, compared to his) to pleasure a body so much larger and stronger than your own was… exhilarating.

"Mm, I'm gonna come," he warned with a low growl. “S’that what you want, slutty princess? To make me come?”

You nodded and hummed as you took his head (or, most of it) into your mouth, slobbering all over it eagerly. His hips started to rock in his chair, not much but plenty to stuff your mouth– so full even your moans were stifled.

“Just don’t stop, little one, f-fuck–” he demanded, and suddenly as he let out a roar of a moan, thick ropes of come sprayed right into your throat; just a few shots filled your mouth so much that it started to pour out of the corners of your mouth, and when you gagged, more ran down your chin. When you leaned back slightly, it began to spurt out onto your face instead, in your hair and over your cheeks, just barely missing your eyes.

The last pump of his come ran in a long drip down his shaft; he sighed and sunk back into his chair, holding your neck with one hand (not too tight, just enough to keep you still) and gripping the base of his cock with the other. Without even being asked you sat up slightly and licked up the last drop of come, after you’d swallowed what was already in your mouth, and he let out an exhausted (yet impressed) laugh.

“Such a naughty little slut of a human I’ve got,” he praised. You whimpered needily when he leaned down and began to lick his own come off your face with his long, yet smooth, tongue– only to hold your mouth open and spit it all in there for you. “So fucking eager,” he grunted as he saw that glassy look in your eyes, realizing how cockdrunk you were and how much you loved having a belly full of orc come. It really was so much that you thought you wouldn’t need another meal today.

“Bucky…” you mumbled weakly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Do human women like having their pussy licked?" he wondered aloud.

"Uh, generally…" you stammered out your awkward reply. He instantly picked you up to toss you onto his strategy table, brushing maps and compasses out of the way as he spread your legs open. Laying on the table and the look in his eye both made you feel like a feast he was about to devour. Even having already been coated in his spend, you felt sickly aroused by his massive hands holding your legs open, those blue eyes staring right down at your pussy as he licked his lips.

"I don't even know where to start with a delicious little cunt like this," he grinned. "I bet there are so many places that make you squeal and squirm… but the lucky thing is, I can just lick all of them."

And he did: with one flat lap of his tongue he easily coated your entire pussy, making you shake and moan as he slowly pulled his tongue up and did it again.

"Mm," he purred happily, "you taste sweet. Orcish women wouldn't tolerate being so vulnerable like this, or wasting their time doing anything but breeding. But I guess the rumors about human girls are true… you love to do all sorts of strange things– desperate little minxes. And I bet lots of you want big, mean orcs to fuck you even when you know it’s going to wreck your tiny cunts, eh?”

“F-fuck,” you stammered as he gave another long lick to your folds, this time making your body shake when he brushed right over your clit. “I-I don’t know, I just know that it feels so good when you– oh gods– when you taste me like this…”

“Yeah? What about if I fuck you with my tongue?” he smirked, diving back in to suck on your swelling bud while he pushed his tongue right inside your hole.

“Oh!” you yelped, feeling your channel stretch to fit the appendage– it vibrated inside you, just a bit, when he let out a pleased moan, and it made it feel even better.

His tongue was shockingly thick and long, and his tusks brushed against your inner thighs: this was nothing like being pleasured this way by a human man. Even his tongue thrusting into you felt like being really fucked; you whimpered and arched your back, grabbing your hands onto his braids just to have something to hold onto.

"Fuck, you're naughty," he smirked. "An Orcish woman would never grab a man's braids— they're sacred."

"O-oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend—" you began your rushed attempt to apologize.

"No, I like it," he assured. "Reminds me that you're just a dumb little human girl who has no idea what she's getting herself into."

Oh, you really shouldn’t have liked being called dumb. When anyone else questioned your intelligence you were inspired to nearly go to blows over it. But now, it just made your cunt get wet, betraying your real desire.

“I should make you come like this but I’m just too impatient,” he admitted with a grin, sitting back in his chair with legs spread wide in a show of casual confidence. "Come on over here and take my cock inside you," he instructed. "It didn't fit in your mouth but I bet it'll fit in your cunt."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'll make it fit."

Oh.

You got up on weak legs from his table; you approached him and delicately placed yourself on his lap, straddling his legs. You watched your hands reach up to his shoulders, then run down over his chest which rose and fell with slow breaths, then over his round belly– and the muscles you felt beneath his thick shape. He chuckled when you bit your lip.

“Takes a truly wanton little human woman like you to appreciate a body like mine,” he announced proudly. “I’m not skinny and lean like those little boys you play with in the castle. This is a man’s body.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“You like my belly, princess?” he prompted with a tilted smirk.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed.

“You wanna ride my cock? I’m still hard as fucking steel for you, little one.”

“Please, Bucky,” you whined, and his massive hands grabbed your hips to guide your entrance right over the head of his cock. You swallowed thickly when you felt for yourself how massive he was compared to your little hole.

“You’re so tiny, I might rip you in half,” he warned with a smile.

“I don’t care, just– just take me,” you whispered, mouth falling into a gasp as he pulled you down and shoved his head inside. “Oh,” you choked, neck going limp and head going back, “f-fuck, Bucky…”

“My little princess,” he chuckled deeply. “My sweet, tight little princess…”

As he pulled you down to take more, your hands clutched at his thick biceps, just beneath the golden arm band he wore there. You winced and whined through your teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain.

“C’mon,” he grunted sharply, “just a little bit– more–!”

He yanked you down again and you cried out. "Ohhh— I can't, I can't!" you shrieked. "You're too big!"

"No, princess, you can take it," he promised with a tense moan through his teeth, pulling you down further as you struggled uselessly against his grip. "You're gonna take my whole dick, no running away now— not when you came here shamelessly begging me to mate you. You're gonna take all this fuckin' dick and you're gonna scream so loud that the whole camp knows you're nothing but an orc's whore."

With one more ruthless thrust he filled you, and you let out a sound you could hardly believe was your own: a broken, pathetic cry of agony. Your whole body quivered, soothed slightly by his fingers tracing down your back.

After a moment, the pain began to fade and the fullness started to comfort you; you sighed slowly and he smiled at you. “See? Knew you could take it. You’ve got all of me inside you now.”

He leaned back in the chair and let go of your hips.

"Go on, lift that ass up," he instructed with a smack to your cheek for emphasis. You found just enough strength on your shaking legs to begin to ride him, still struggling to work through the pain, and making him let out a long, low chuff of a growl. "That's it," he smiled. "That's my little human whore."

You started to pick up the pace a bit when he said that, whimpering more as the sting of the stretch mixed perfectly with the building pleasure of being filled to the brim (and then some).

"Damn, you're too desperate," he groaned. "Look at you bouncing on my lap— what a pretty thing you are…"

His thick fingers trailed over your cheek, down to your chest where he pinched your nipples until you whined loudly. He smirked and grabbed your waist next, dipping his fingers into the curves of your body.

"Such a tiny, delicate little thing. But you're tougher than you look— here you are taking an orc cock like a champ. You're sure you haven't done this before?"

"Not with someone so… big," you moaned.

"Gods, who knew the innocent princess was really such a dirty bitch," he purred, making you whine again just from the degradingly wonderful effect his words had on you.

The thick, spongy head of his cock speared right into your spot– something about being opened up so wide seemed to make everything more sensitive, that must’ve been why your thighs were already shaking from more than just the effort it took to lift yourself on top of him.

“I love when you bite your lip like that,” he admitted; you hadn’t even realized you were doing it, and your hands weakly clutched tighter at his muscular chest. “That pretty little head of yours is empty, isn’t it? And all you can think about is how good I’m fucking you right now. All you can do is wonder why you didn’t start letting orcs fuck your tight body sooner.”

The constant assault of his words in combination with the unignorable feeling inside you made it all so perfectly overwhelming, and you moaned shakily as you started to bounce faster.

“Shit, you’re having way too much fun riding my cock, princess,” he chuckled with another hard spank to your ass that made you whimper pitifully. “You’re supposed to act all innocent and hesitant, like you can’t imagine being claimed so intimately by a filthy, savage beast.”

“Y-you’re not a beast,” you managed to stammer out.

“Yeah? What am I?” he smirked.

“You’re my… my enemy,” you replied, “in war.”

“And I bet that turns you on even more than the fact that I’m not human,” he wagered.

You didn’t really need to tell him he was right, because the fact that you were obviously close to coming was answer enough. “Oh, Bucky, I–”

“I know, little one,” he cooed, “I know, I can feel you about to come– I can feel it in this tiny little cunt. You’re about to come all over my dick.”

“Yes!” you agreed with a deep moan.

He grabbed your hips tightly, to help you ride and to just stabilize himself. “Come for me, human whore,” he demanded in a grunt. “Show me how much you love my cock. Say it.”

“I love your cock,” you panted, “I love your huge orc cock, I– oh gods–”

It was so strong, so sudden, you were afraid to let it take you. “Just let go,” he groaned under his breath, “I’ve got you.”

And that was it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed, shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through your body.

"Gods, that's good," he grunted, fucking up into your body as it went limp on top of him. "I can feel your tiny little pussy coming around me. Oh, princess, are you crying?"

In fact, you were; tears were streaming down your cheeks involuntarily, pleasure so powerful that you just couldn't fight it back.

He grabbed you and began to lift you up and down, bouncing you in his lap, using your body like a toy. "Shit, you ever come that hard before, baby?" he smirked. "Oh, you haven't… you've never felt anything like this before, huh? Never had a strong lover to really take care of you? And you're never gonna want pathetic human cocks again… now you need to be an orc's mate to be satisfied."

He lifted your legs up and nearly bent you in half, forcing you to ride him in this new position that gave him a full view of your pussy being stretched impossibly wide by him. The way he manhandled and manipulated your body however he wanted made your eyes roll back in your head— that, and the way his thick cock stroked your overly-sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna marry you, little princess,” he moaned. “I’m gonna make you my mate, and I’m gonna keep this tiny human cunt of yours stretched out– I’m gonna make it mine so I can use it whenever I want.”

“Oh, gods,” you choked.

“You’re not gonna have time to get tight again, ‘cause I’m gonna fill you with my come every fuckin’ day– hear that, baby? I’m gonna ruin this weak, pathetic body. ‘Cause it’s mine now.”

“Y-yes, yours,” you repeated.

"If you're gonna be my wife then I might as well knock you up now, right?" he grunted. "What's stopping me? I know you won't stop me, you're drooling at the chance to be filled with orc come."

"Come in me, Bucky," you pleaded, proving his point, "f-fuck I wanna be… pregnant…"

"Oh, you want little half-orcs in your tummy?" he laughed. "It might break your tiny body to carry my seed. A fragile human womb is no match for an orcling, especially mine… my whole family is big like me."

"I can take it, I can have your babies, p-please just come inside me," you whined.

"Don't worry, little one, it wouldn't be a proper engagement if I didn't," he grinned, moving your hips faster on top of his lap. "Gods, I don't care if anyone thinks I shouldn't breed a human— I'm the chieftain, after all, I can fuck whoever I want." He started to fuck you faster, rougher, as he continued: "I can marry whoever I want. I can have half-orc babies with whoever I fucking want."

"Hhnng," you choked helplessly, "B-Bucky…"

"Our children might be a little smaller or weaker than if they were full-blooded orcs, but they're gonna be the prettiest creatures anyone ever saw— your cute little human face, your delicate features making them look so soft and sweet… whole tribe's gonna wanna marry our babies, princess," he smiled proudly. "Not just the tribe," he corrected himself, "every orc that ever sees them will be begging us to put bridal braids in their hair."

"Oh, fuck," you groaned as you tossed your head back, overwhelmed by his words. You'd never craved something in such a primal way before, and now you couldn't remember any desire but to be pregnant with Bucky's precious half-orcs.

"Do you feel dirty, princess, being bred by an orc?" he asked roughly, thrusts into you becoming even more erratic. You hoped that meant he was close because your body couldn't take much more.

"No," you shook your head, "no, Bucky, it feels s-so good… breed me, Bucky, Chieftain, wanna be full of your come—"

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth, "it's coming, girl, I hope you're ready."

"Yes, yes, fuck yes—!" you slurred, eyes shooting wide open when he gave you one massively deep thrust— right into something so deep in you it made your whole body convulse.

Warm, sticky come flooded into your channel… it would've been enough to overflow out of you right away, except that his thick cock kept you plugged up so tight that there was nothing for it to do but make your belly swell.

"Mm, fuck, my little princess," he groaned proudly, voice deeper than ever. "So full of her chieftain's seed she can't even fit it all…"

You thought it might never end— the pulsing of his cock, the swelling of your tummy, the filling of your womb…

You collapsed forward onto his body, eyes fluttering shut as you panted with your cheek pressed against his skin and the sheen of sweat that covered it.

He wrapped his arms around you and in one embrace had enveloped your entire body with his. Eventually his cock began to soften and he carefully lifted you off of it, shushing your whimpers from how it made your cunt sting with soreness. When he finally pulled out all the way you felt an empty numbness, yet soothing relief, and relaxed further into his all-encompassing grip.

"You wanna be my little human wife, princess?" he asked gently. You nodded against his chest, hearing his satisfied hum echo inside it as his thick fingers brushed over your hair so gently. "Mm, you're gonna look pretty with my tribe's braids in your hair, and wearing the beads and robes of the chieftain's wife," he sighed, "not that you're gonna be wearing much of anything for the first few weeks. If an orc can't have his mate bearing children in the first year of marriage, his masculinity might be called into question."

But you couldn't imagine anyone questioning Bucky, with his huge muscles and overbearing frame.

"Of course, it could've already happened now," he remembered with a grin, lifting one of your legs to watch your gaping hole leak out his thick come. "Hmm, you look real pretty with that cunt beat up just right."

"Bucky…" you whimpered pitifully.

"Yeah, princess?"

"M'tired…"

"Oh, I'm sure, being an orc's human whore must take a lot out of you," he winked. He picked you up with ease, standing up and carrying you draped in his arms. "I'll take you to my bed, hm? Would you like that?"

You nodded weakly and he continued. What you hadn't realized, though, was that his bed wasn't in this tent, and he was carrying your limp, naked, come-coated form through the camp for the entire war party to see.

At this point, you were too exhausted to protest or even to care. They probably all heard you screaming his name anyways.

Some of them clapped and cheered as they saw Bucky carrying his quarry through the camp; some of them murmured their disappointments that the chieftain would dirty himself with a human plaything.

Finally he brought you through another tent's opening, this one lit dimly inside by only a few candles and adorned with finer rugs than you'd seen since you left the palace, and laid you down in a soft, massive bed of furs.

"Get some rest, little one," he instructed. "You will need to recover as much as you can before the wedding tomorrow."