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Zorroku and Peaches Part 3

So I’ve been trying to update this story from a few years ago and when I came to part 3- it was 65 pages long. Like that’s a bit much. Even for me. (Ironic since I don’t like to post chapters under 10k each) So I went back and am breaking this up a bit. So technically this is just the first part of Part 3. Also I’m totally using Alan Ritchson because Hello Gorgeous. Also in looking back I realized I never put a face to Zorroku, or Mama Arob or Yotul. So to row, Zorroku, Arob, Yotul- Reader Bella Aka Peacehs.

Zorroku and Peaches

Part 3

When you finally arrived in the Thunder Herd Clan village. You were surprised when it consisted mainly of vast and beautiful, luxurious tents. But set up in beautiful arrays just like a city and was just as vast as any city you had ever gone to with Khagra and his sons.

But considering the mode of transportation for the Thunder Herd Clan was draft horses, horses needed grass and hay. And so it would make sense that the entire clan would move to where there were fresh grasses.

But it caused you fear that you wouldn't be able to plant the seeds and be there long enough to see them sprout plants because there were people still putting up tents which made you think that they had just moved here. While there were hundreds of temporary corrals set up. And dozens of horses in each one, you realized that the Thunder Herd Clan had thousands, possibly tens of thousands of horses. All of them were draft horses of every color imaginable and just about every mare had foals. Which made sense because it was the beginning of spring. And all of the horses seemed to raise their heads and whinney at Crowthu and his sons and specifically their horses as they came closer.

Crowthu went around the village introducing you to everyone. And to your surprise, everyone seemed happy and excited to meet you. Especially when Crowthu simply introduced you as the new member of his family- 'Marfu Daughter- Peaches'. You expected them to sneer at that idea, having a human as a member of the Clan Chief's family. But instead they simply nodded in understanding and agreement and smiled warmly at you and greeted you just as warmly.

And besides orcs there were many other kinds of peoples here. And not all the humans you saw were servants, in fact there were many human mates to the others and their orcish counterparts were treating their human ones with love, care, tenderness, respect and dignity. And even a supreme gentleness. Their halfling children were running and playing as the humans especially greeted you very warmly and were happy to have one more human among them and very proud of you for winning such a wonderful prize as being accepted into the Clan Chief’s family.

Everyone wanted to hear about the amazing food you had made at your old clan and to hear how many servants and how much salt you had been worth to be an adopted daughter of Clan Chief Khagra of the Black Wolf White Rock Clan and his Master of Feasts. The news made them all extremely excited that from now on, the entire clan was going to eat better than it ever had- now that you had blessed them with your presence the way you had blessed Clan Chief Khagra and the Black Wolf White Rock Clan with your presence before. And to hear that your father was the Master of Spirits, your mother, a Master Gardener and your sister was a medicine woman while your brothers were the Masters of the Herds, only impressed them that you came from a family of Great Masters. But you didn’t have the heart to correct them that those were only titles given to you- to make the truth that you and your family were merely servants to the Clan Chief and his family- easier to swallow.

And then to have Zorroku tell everyone who would listen about what he saw you do in the forest with great excitement and eagerness, both made you smile yet blush bashfully at his praise. He told everyone how you had a golden eagle named Razor- who you hand raised from a chick when you climbed mountains to the tallest trees to get to the nests. How you spoke eagle and used Razor as your eyes and ears to hunt and to scout. How you knew of all kinds of wonderful edible mushrooms beyond morels that were safe for everyone to eat. How you shot down three bucks, and over a dozen wolves with poison tipped arrows. From the top of a pine tree no less- that you used your smaller size and lighter weight to climb with the same ease as a squirrel. And that poison that you used- being cyanide - from the seeds of the peaches from your home. It immediately garnered you praise and high esteem since Zorroku’s word was taken as gospel. And the proof of your lethality was on the cart of his own horse. They all eagerly looked at the wolves and the huge buck heads and antlers. Every very single person in the clan was given a few peaches so that each person could enjoy them and have seeds to plant the trees for themselves which they were very happy and grateful for.

And then when Zorroku was done, Nar stepped in and talked about all the riddles you had shared with him all the way here and how kind and understanding and generous you were with not just what you had but your knowledge which was a great power you wielded masterfully, was really nice to hear too, but again, just a bit unnerving.

And when Nar was done, then Crowthu talked about how the whole Black Wolf White Rock Clan practically revolted at the very thought of you leaving because you were very beloved by the entire clan. And how you calmly diffused the situation and how you got all of them out of the clan without anyone raising any kind of weapon. And how brave and courageous you were. And yet you took a great leap of faith, trusting Crowthu and his family and his clan with your continued care. The whole clan was very impressed and happy that you took a leap of faith but that if anyone was going to catch you and prove their honor and treat you with all the love, care, respect and dignity you deserved, it was them and their Clan Chief and his family. And at this point you couldn’t help but grow afraid. Because all this talk- it was too good to be true and there was no way any of it was going to prove out.

It all unsettled you a little bit and made you feel like at any moment the floor was going to drop because of how overwhelmed you felt. And that at any moment all this pleasantness was going to vanish. This shouldn't be happening. Every account you had ever heard about the Thunder Herd Clan said that they were vicious and horrible, even among other orcs. The only way they would be this nice to you is if they knew your secret and this filled you with so much dread because Crowthu, Zorroku and Nar were putting you on such a high pedestal, you felt doomed to fail and shaky that at any moment, you were going to slip and fall and plummet. This was all too good to be true.

But it seemed the moment these feelings become so overpowering you wanted to run and hide and tremble in fear and burst into tears. Instead you simply wore a small, polite smile and tried not to heave your breaths but kept your mouth shut and tried to catch your breath that seemed to be crashing from your lungs. Because the anxiety was gripping your chest like a vice. You tried to hide your face through your own red mane of curls as you focused on Razor who also chirped comfortingly and hugged you, trying to bring you comfort. Zorroku and Nar were too excited telling everyone about you to notice that you were overwhelmed and starting to panic.

But Crowthu did. So he quickly turned his horse around and took you home, sensing your unease and sense of overwhelm.

“Let’s get you home.” Crowthu suddenly suggested as he purposefully rode you straight to his own home tent, his horse walking as fast as it could so that you didn’t have to brace against a trot. Servants of all kinds people were waiting for him and helped you down off the horse before Crowthu brought you inside.

Crowthu’s family's personal, very vast and super luxurious tent was the reprieve you needed from being the center of such attention and to you- scrutiny. Heavenly incense was burning in various and very beautiful incense lanterns, filling the tent with the most wonderful aroma that seemed to ease your anxiety the more you breathed it in. And the tent was lit up by even more gorgeous lanterns throughout the massive and sprawling space. Each lantern had special designs carved into the metal on the sides, throwing gorgeous patterns on the embroidered walls and vast array of rugs laid over the grass that made up the floor. The lanterns made the rich colors of the dark golden yellow, fire orange and red and purples like from a sunset- from the tent ceilings and walls- seem even richer and more intense. And while this place was very impressive, you got the sense that this was just as much of a loving home as Khagra’s home was. But it was still not your home. Not your family. And while the incense brought a measure of ease, your anxiety refused to leave you.

There was an old woman orc dressed very well who you assumed was Crowthu’s mother based on her looks and the way she was dressed. And you had mroe than enough experience with magic practicing people to recognize one when you saw one and one look at her and your stomach dropped and knotted. Fuck. She must have found you on the Astral Plane. And she was most likely the one to send her son and grandsons after you. You were fucked. Your eyes got glassy and you tried to duck your head further to blink them away becuase if you panicked and reacted badly- you were as good as dead.

Then another movement caught your eye and you could see a younger woman orc by comparison to the other. Who by the way her hair was braided and the way she was completely decked out in gold and finery, led you to believe she was the Clan Chieftess. But she looked very familiar to you because you knew who she was. But she looked at you in disgust before glaring at her husband who followed in behind you. He quickly seemed to assure her something in Pregu that you could still barely grasp. It seemed, by the tone he used- to be along the lines of- 'she isn't for me, she's for our sons'. Before she seemed to be appeased by that. But she still held you with a critical gaze before she seemed to weigh and measure you by just looking at you and found you wanting- apparently.

And for some reason- her reaction to you- made the most sense and gave you a sense of relief. And instead of feeling horror and fear at her immediate hatred and distrust of you. You wanted to cry tears of joy because you knew exactly who she was. You knew why she would hate you just by the looks of you. And it was like a breath of normalcy. You finally blew out the breath you felt you had been holding subconsciously.

Finally, someone who didn’t adore you upon first meeting you. Someone who would treat you the way you were used to being treated. With superiority, the way it had been drilled into you since infancy. You completely understood her reaction and in a sick twisted sense- actually appreciated her weariness and automatic distrust of you. Someone to remind you that you weren’t living in an odd dream, too good to be true, but in reality. You wanted to kneel at her feet and beg for her to give you orders to follow. Something to do that was well within your means to do with your own two hands. And dismiss everything she heard and make you earn her respect and trust the old fashioned way, through countless tasks and acts of service. But you sensed you could not tell her how you knew of her already, or speak her mother tongue to her because if you did, she would kill you right here and now and you needed to prove to her that she wasn’t alone anymore first.

But the older woman hit her arm and said something else to her in Pregu before the older woman turned to address you.

"Welcome home Peaches." The older woman greeted you warmly in the common tongue.

But the Clan Chieftess seemed reluctant and wary- if not very resentful to offer you the same greeting. But judging by the way she finally offered one very begrudgingly, more like a grumble under her breath. Only after looking away from her husband who was still planted like a tree directly behind you and glaring at her to greet you properly. That told you she wasn't happy you were there at all. But until she learned the truth in her own time, there was little you could do- you still needed to mind your manners and tried to make your first time meeting them go as smoothly as possible.

"Thank you, it's good to be home." You offered meekly so as not to offend the older woman, avoiding the Clan Chieftess' daggered gaze and kept your gaze on the older woman, offering her a small but brave smile as the older woman introduced herself as Mama Arob, Crowthu's mother and the Clan Chieftess Yotul, birth mother to most of Crowthu’s sons and adopted mother to all the others. She literally had the monopoly of being the next mother to the next Clan Chief and was going to be your mother in law no matter which son you chose. And she was going to hate your guts until she learned who you really were.

Perfect.

"Come, put your eagle on this perch and drink tea with me," Arob beckoned you.

You quickly went over to the 'perch' which was a heavy branch pushed into the ground between the rugs on the grass. But it was surprisingly solid and Razor took to the branch and stayed put but still watched over you as you came over to her and sat down on the cushions that surrounded the fire pit since that is where she patted the cushions for you to sit while Yotul sat directly across from you and refused to get any closer and continued to critically look you over, trying to see if you were really this “family found”. As her mother in law had put it. And she really hated the conclusions she had to come to- for that to ring true and she would not be having any son she birthed have you because you would no doubt do to them what had been done to her in the past.

Arob poured you a cup of tea and you gratefully took it before she offered you a jar of honey and you took it and quickly added some to the tea. Then you took a stirrer and stirred it in and took a sip. A grin spread on your lips because this was delicious tea. Really some of the best tea you've ever had the pleasure of drinking in your little short life.

You quickly drank half the cup before she refilled it for you. The warm liquid soothed you as the incense relaxed you. Then Arob’s grandsons left and came back a few moments later, Zorroku himself served you and his grandmother a very large roast of what you assumed was horse. It was already sliced into bite size pieces. And flat bread that was a bit hard and stiff with some roasted onions. You ate after the old woman invited you to and started eating too from the same plate. You watched the way she ate and did your best to mimic her. She took off a layer of soft, roasted onion and used it to wrap around the cube of horse meat.

To your surprise, the roasted horse was similar to beef, but it wasn't spiced hardly at all. Most of the flavor came from the meat and the onions. And except for the same pink salt from the mountains. There was no other spice or flavor to this. Although you supposed it was normal for most orcs in the interior of the continent, who either didn’t raid or focused on raiding anything other than spices, like actual gold. So you reached into your satchel and got out a dried pepper and started to crush it and rip it, careful to save the seeds.

But then Yotul got up and stomped over to you as Razor suddenly spooked, screamed and quickly swooped down to your shoulder to scream at Yotul but she ignored him. You had not meant to cause offense because you had not been done mixing a spice mixture for the meal, but had only just started. So you quickly grabbed his feet and put him on the other side of you, between yourself and Arob to protect him from her.

Yotul took all the crushed pepper you had prepared and retreated again to eat it with her own meal. Your whole body went tense as you braced yourself for her to hit you. You closed your eyes as a couple of tears of fear escaped them to brace yourself against the inevitable pain, fearing the worst that she was about to strike you into the floor, if not across the room.

But she did no such thing.

But she did smirk smugly at your reaction and was happy that she at least put the fear of the gods into you so that you wouldn’t forget your place in her mind and heart in that moment. Crowthu and her sons glared at her as she did so. But she aloofly ignored them as her smug smirk remained on her lips and grew into a full blown smile. You peeked open your eyes a moment later and relaxed as you watched her retreat again. As you sensed that the danger of her lashing out at you had passed.

Then you purred and chirped to Razor, giving him a bite of horse to eat on his perch as you pointed back to it as he obeyed you and took the piece of meat very carefully from your fingers and jumped up and quickly flapped his wings to get back on his perch. You looked to the older woman to see if she was upset too, but she looked at you very apologetically as she herself looked quite embarrassed and ashamed of Yotul and her behavior as did her son and her grandsons. Zorroku palmed his face in embarrassment as he was ready to tell his adopted mother off. But out of respect for his own father and grandmother, didn’t say anything. Crowthu leaned over to Yotul and whispered dangerously at her.

“Do that again- and you’ll be sleeping under the stars in only the blankets you have made with your own two hands, eat only the foods you kill and cook for yourself and be demoted to Warchieftess for the rest of the spring, summer and fall. Don’t you ever disrespect her or threaten her and steal from her again. You bring me and our family immeasurable shame with your behavior. You had no right at all to do that. Shame on you. Apologize immediately.” Crowthu rumbled dangerously in Pregu.

You wanted to blurt out that it was ok. That you deserved such treatment. But the way Yotul bristled at his words told you that she wasn’t going to take that laying down. And frankly, she shouldn’t. She was Yotul, who by all accounts that you knew about her, was a badass and especially fierce. She was the Clan Chieftess of one of the most fearsome clans you knew of, she should be shown every respect. Even from her family and especially by you.

“This is my tent. I will do as I please in it. And if you don’t like it, you can erect your tent from your bachelorhood. She is just a cooking slave from another clan. I am still Clan Chieftess and I can treat her as I see fit. She disrespected me by not asking what I wanted to spice my meal. If she was a cooking slave worth so much salt, she should have offered that first. You’re lucky this is all I took from her and didn’t discipline her accordingly.” Yotul spat back defiantly as you heard very distinct Yowl in her speech, which you spoke fluently. Oh you were going to be a point of contention for her and you agreed that you weren’t worth such a thing.

“Actually Yotul, this is my tent that I had made that was gifted to you. And every gift can be taken back. Everything you are and everything you have has been given to you- from the tent around you- to the clothes on your back- to the gold in your hair and jewelry. Even now all of your adopted sons and half of your true sons hate you for disrespecting their future prospective mate. How can any affection be established if you treat Peaches so disrespectfully? To the point your own sons would rather disavow Peaches than risk upsetting you or the other way around? Your disrespect will cost you everything. And everything you have will be given to Peaches to make up for such blatant disrespect if you keep on showing it. Peaches is worth far more than we could ever hope to give. And her blessing will skip over you entirely because of how you have treated her.” Arob growled angrily at Yotul who looked offended at Arob’s words that were once again spoken in Pregu.

“Of course mother, as you say- it shall be done.” Crowthu immediately grinned to his mother for backing him up as Zorroku and Nar looked relieved that at least their father and grandmother would keep Yotul in line so to speak and save you from her when they felt powerless to do so themselves.

While you could only assume, based on tone what was said, you still didn’t know exactly what they were saying but you could only assume it was about you. You tried to figure out a way to turn this around and try to keep peace in this home. You had almost gotten used to the really gentle and respectful way Crowthu and Zorroku and even Nar were treating you. But Yotul reminded you of the very real reality of this situation. Yotul had not been there to agree to the alliance or the terms pertaining to you. So you had to assume she didn't know anything of it and therefore had not agreed to it herself.

“Please forgive me Clan Chieftess Yotul. I should have offered you the variety of spices I brought with me so that I can make something to your tastes. Forgive me for forgetting my manners and my place. Please, let me try to make you something that will be more palatable to you. And that is hopefully more than just that one chili pepper. I was simply trying to think of - and create- something that would compliment the meal. Would anyone else like some mixed spice with their meal? Dowager Clan Chieftess Arob? What appeals most to you? Or Clan Chief Crowthu, do your tastes differ from the Clan Chieftess or the Dowager Clan Chieftess? I have…" You humbly asked respectfully before you listed off all the spices that you brought with you in your satchel as you pulled them out and organized them and arranged them in the order in which you liked to keep them. Which made Yotul smile happily and smugly at Crowthu and her mother in law as she sat up a little straighter and was happy to see you slip back into your “proper” place.

Arob was mortified and angry with her daughter in law for treating you so horribly. And Crowthu looked almost wounded that you would immediately seek a submissive posture and tone and actually apologize to Yotul who maliciously offended you- to smooth over Yotul’s disrespect instead of Yotul offering her due apology in an effort to make and keep peace. He had tried so hard the whole trip here to build up your confidence and instill in you a sense that you deserved to be treated so much better than you were used to. And in one fell swoop- Yotul undid in just a few seconds, what he and his sons had tried to do in several hours. His sons looked just as wounded by the developments and just as angry with Yotul as he was, Zorroku especially.

When you were done taking out all your little bags of spices, you finally looked up and looked out over the rest of the family who had gathered opposite you to eat their own dinner. You finally made eye contact with them again and you could see Zorroku’s apologetic look and how hurt he was that his own adopted mother would treat you so horribly, as did Nar.

However, the ones who had been critical before- were now eyeing you curiously. Before Yotul finally smiled approvingly at you and nodded yes and you nodded back before she told you exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it since Arob and Crowthu weren’t specifying what they wanted and how they wanted it, nor was anyone else.

You got your pestle and mortar and began to crush everything she directed for you to mix all together. But a firm hand on her arm by Crowthu himself and a dirty warning glare kept her right where she was- to protect you- was all that was needed to keep her from getting up again and coming over to you once more, just on the off chance she would actually reach out and touch you or strike you or heaven forbid- discipline you.

Once you were done, you gave Arob the first taste, dipping the roasted horse into it and offering it to her respectfully, since she was clearly the only elder present, her status as Dowager Clan Chieftess and mother to the current Clan Chief made her the highest ranking person there.

"What does it lack My Lady? Should I have used a different ratio of anything?" You asked her respectfully, not wanting to use her name just yet, not unless she corrected you to use her name as she chewed and was blown away by the taste and the explosion of flavors in her mouth.

"Nothing, and call me Mama Arob, Peaches, I said you were home, no need for that formality here, no matter what Yotul thinks or says." She answered reassuringly and soothingly rubbed your back affectionately, before giving Yotul a dangerous glare herself.

You could practically feel the hostility rolling off of Yotul at the remark from Arob. And you had never felt further from home. You were an unwelcome guest at best- a scourge and a pest at worst. There was no way Yotul would ever let you feel at home here.

So then you tasted it yourself, looking into the mortar and tilting your head as you considered the flavor of it all before you reached back into your bag and produced an orange before you crushed the insides by rolling it on the floor before you cut it in half and juiced it into the mortar and pounded that into it. Everyone else continued to watch you curiously as you worked. Then you repeated the process by dipping a piece of horse meat into the mixture and chewing thoughtfully before you offered it to Arob first.

Arob literally moaned when she tasted it again before you used the pestle to get some of the spiced sauce onto your own shared roast as the whole family seemed to quickly stand up and come over to you from their spots on the cushions on the other side of the large fire pit in the middle of the tent.

"Oh! I would have come over there..." You tried to say as you tried to find your feet but Arob gently stopped you with her hand coming to touch your arm and softly moved you to sit down again.

Crowthu sat on the other side of you protectively. While his wife sat on the other side of him as you offered him the mortar before he used the pestle to get some of it out over his own roast. Then Yotul took it and dumped what she wanted over her roast before she handed it to all her sons who were now sitting behind you. Zorroku and Nar literally pushed each other to try to sit directly behind you but had to split the space so that all you had to do was turn your head to the left and you could see Nar behind your left shoulder while Zorroku was behind your right. All of them made the same moaning keens Arob had made which made you happy that they obviously liked it, Mama Arob and her son smiling at each other at the sight of your shy smile to yourself.

"What will you need to do this again?" Crowthu asked, happy and pleased at how much you were already improving things despite his wife nearly ruining it all.

"A garden. This fruit grows on a tree that will last generations but takes years to grow and develop." You explained as you held up the remainder of the orange for him.

"And these peppers and things grow on plants that must be cultivated within a growing season." You added.

"But if the clan moves often to keep up with the grazing of herds, I don't know if that's possible." You noted softly as you ducked your head again. You didn’t know if that was the right answer.

“Ok, we will plant a garden then.” Crowthu insisted.

“Thank you.” You thanked him softly, still keeping your head down and your hair like a protective curtain around you.

Then Arob got you another cup of tea, a different kind this time from a different pot and added a big dollop of honey to mask the bitter taste. And as you drank it, you felt your whole body grow heavier and heavier as sleep clouded your brain. Then you finally fell asleep, your head falling to rest on Arob's shoulder.

Once you did, she put a hand over your ear before she began to bark orders at everyone who quickly found their feet again and did as they were told by their paternal grandmother while Razor damn near had a fit and swooped in to try to fight everyone off.

"She's fine! She's fine, she's sleeping!" Mama Arob tried to soothe the bird as she helped you lie down. She put a pillow beneath your head and a blanket over your body to keep you warm on the cushions.

Everything was prepared by her son and grandsons as Yotul simply sat back and continued to eat, refusing to help in any way before Crowthu snapped his fingers at her and pointed to the other side of the tent.

“Hey, Yotul- get up and get away from her. If you can’t respect her while she’s awake, I don’t trust you to not try to hurt her while she’s asleep and especially vulnerable. You will keep your distance from her until you learn to respect her and her person and her belongings. And I’m still waiting for you to apologize to her for your rude behavior. And until you apologize, you can eat your meals in the servant’s kitchens. Peaches may have woken up a kitchen servant this morning, but she’s been my Marfu daughter since breakfast and will continue to be such for as long as she lives. And if you can’t treat her as such, with the respect and dignity she deserves, then I will demote you until your station is under hers. Do you understand me?!” Crowthu growled dangerously at her.

“Fine.” Yotul begrudgingly obeyed him as she got up and walked over to sofa and sat down and continued to eat her dinner.

Arob’s cauldron was brought in from the adjoining kitchen tent as Razor got on your chest and chirped at you and tried to nuzzle your face, neck and chest with his beak to get you to wake up. But when you weren’t responsive, but still sleeping deeply, he finally just laid down on your chest. Razor hissed, screamed and tried to bite anyone who came close to you.

"Goodness gracious, we won't hurt her! Calm down! You're worse than an overprotective guard dog!" Arob chided Razor who simply glared at her return.

"Now, let's see what this sweet peach is really made of." Arob grinned as she began to ceremoniously put things into a cauldron over the fire that would reveal all your secrets, as well as your full potential.

Crowthu and her grandsons gathered around to look at the surface of the cauldron before Yotul, curiously, put her food down and came over to peer at the cauldron’s surface too where everything would be shone while Arob’s granddaughters stayed in the kitchen to care for their little ones and finish prepping the midnight meal.

“So, how was the journey?” Arob asked her son and grandsons before she grabbed her spoon and stirred.

"Just like you said, she made the best meal we had ever had. She spiced the goats extremely well and had a peach in her pocket and she's just as sweet as the peaches themselves." Zorroku informed his grandmother proudly.

"And it was worse than prying any stone from a crown trying to get her out of there. The whole clan took offense to us. Khagra's sons almost broke the alliance off and beheaded us at the table once Khagra agreed to it. He shouldn't have, his wife and his whole family was pissed at him and neither he or his sons will get bedded until we return her safe and unharmed Yotul.” Crowthu growled angrily at his wife again, who just scuffed at his reprimand and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Do you have any idea how you just fucked us all over with that little stunt trying to prove you're the biggest bitch in the room? Do you know what I had to agree to- to bring her here? I swore an oath - for me and this whole household, this whole damn clan. It was damn near a blood oath, I was ready for it. The oath was that no one would harm her, no one would touch her and that she will be inspected from head to toe and will be interviewed privately when she gets back and if there was any harm done to her at all, in any way shape or form, even a bad or mean word said to her- the alliance is off. And there will be war at our village gates.” Crowthu barked angrily.

“The crows from the Black Wolf White Rock Clan- followed us all the way home. The whole clan has connections with the land and animals themselves. Her relationship to Razor is not unique in the Black Wolf White Rock Clan. They all own dyre wolves for crying out loud! That's how special she is Yotul! And you have shamed and dishonored this whole family today by disrespecting her and having no manners! I will demote you from being Clan Chieftess tonight and find another wife if you so much as look at her wrong from now on.” He threatened as Yotul gasped in horror at his threats when she saw the look in his eyes that he was ready to make good on the threats immediately.

“And if you had any idea who she really was, you should slit her throat while she sleeps! She will bring nothing but calamity to this home and this family, her her foremothers and forefathers before her! Why do you think she was nothing more than a kitchen slave huh? If she is supposed to be this family found, she should have stayed lost!” Yotul roared right back in his face as tears flooded her eyes.

“What is your problem?! She has done nothing to you! We have never seen her or her family before! We all looked very closely and no one in her family even looked or felt or even sounded familiar! We have no idea how she is family found and for all we know she’s my family found, not yours!” Crowthu demanded.

“If she’s your family found than she’s a cousin to your own sons! Do you really want any of them inbred?” Yotul challenged.

“It doesn’t matter! She is still family. And she will be treated as such! She is as innocent and guileless as the day is long on the summer solstice. And you have absolutely no reason or any right at all to treat her the way you have. And yet, she proved herself better than you by keeping her own cool head and her own composure and not taken offense even when you maliciously meant to give it! She has more grace in the tips of her pinkies than you've ever had in your life in your whole being. I know you weren't there for the alliance but you will become aware of it and if you can not be nice to her, you will not be around her at all until you learn to respect her as much as I do. Which is a hell of a lot, way more than I do you right now." Crowthu leveled at Yotul.

Yotul stared at her husband in horrified shock, her own tears finally falling from her eyes. Feeling like in one fell swoop, her family was turning on her. After years of hard work, to be outdone by a human yet again had her reliving the worst parts of her past all over again.

But Crowthu could only shake his head at her beofre he turned to his mother to continue his story. But Yotul bit her tongue from saying anything because she knew any argument would be met with backlash. And backlash that would destroy any leg of argument she would have to stand on. She would need to bide her time until you would lose the luster of newness. And then she could strike at you.

"The guards at the gate even accused us of putting a knife to her back so she wouldn't cry out for help. I thought they were going to slaughter us right then and there. But you were right Mom, ‘once the jewel was out of it's socket, she was the one that made sure we got out of there safe and unscathed’. I was so proud of her. She's smart as a whip, and that eagle of hers is something else. The more you're around her- the more you appreciate just how much of a special gem she is. Surely the biggest and most brilliant gemstone I've ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of. She speaks in riddles for the fun of it. She climbs mountains to get eagle eggs. She kills deer and wolves with perfect accuracy. She has a depth of her character that is deeper than the mountains are tall. And if you just give her a little bit of kindness and compassion- she warms up like literal sunshine and I almost had her believing that she was worthy of the respect and dignity that she is owed. In fact that's what she's known as back home, Sunshine. And she lives up to it. Her smiles themselves could light up whole caves. The two meals she's made for me have been the best meals I've ever had in my life so far. Until you ruined it Yotul and treated her worse than her own clan did!" Crowthu explained before turning on Yotul again who scuffed at your praise and his censure.

"Good, surprised she was human huh?" Arob teased them all.

"Yes," they all answered.

"You said she was family found though, how is she family found?" Yalak recalled, maybe that was why his mother hated you. Since his mother was so bitter about her own past and her own family and never talked about it.

"Oh she'll reveal how she is when she wakes up. Don't you worry because she's already figured that out before she ever stepped foot on our lands. Because she's smarter than anyone we've ever met before. But we must all treat her with the same loving kindness we do each other, if not more so. Because she is obviously very, very special, precious, to be treasured as your father has already figured out." Arob insisted before the cauldron began to reveal your mind.

"Oh no! Yotul! She was expecting you to hit her! She was expecting you to kill her bird and she chose to protect the bird before herself. She has manners and you were rude and very disrespectful! You are losing your worth more and more! And she will be your only means of redemption. So be nice! She can't feel at ease and at home until you treat her as such. You are what stands between us and glory." Arob, barked at her daughter in law who scoffed at the reprimand.

"She's still just a human, and a kitchen slave at that." Yotul growled darkly, she hated that her whole family seemed to be turned against her now over you.

“Not anymore!” Crowthu and his sons yelled back at Yotul.

“Does it need to be engraved in stone? Or tattooed on your skin?” Zorroku spat dangerously at his adopted mother.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Crowthu grinned at his eldest son.

“Right here, right on your forehead. ‘Clan Chieftess Peaches, master of Yotul’. So you can see it every time you look in the mirror.” Crowthu said as his fingertip traced a line across his wife’s forehead before she smacked his hand away.

“Don’t you dare!” Yotul growled.

“Call her a kitchen slave or a lowly human one more time. And I’ll tattoo it on you myself.” Crowthu threatened evenly before Yotul huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and turned from him and pouted.

"And I was still right, she is still worth her weight in gold and is a treasure greater than your comprehension Yotul. You need to be more kind and gentle and of course respectful." Arob insisted.

The cauldron showed you as if you were made out of gold and gemstones. Your eyes like shimmering sapphires, while your teeth were like pearls, with your beautiful brilliant curly hair like rose gold, and your skin out of ivory and dressed in splendor itself. With a large horde of treasure behind you with an even bigger, literal mountain of food behind that. It showed that you were not just a treasure yourself but would lead to treasure and prosperity and obviously more food than the whole clan could possibly eat. Then Arob she moved to your past to see why you were so fearful of orcs.

“Oh no.” Everyone except Yotul- breathed when they saw through your eyes- the horrors you had witnessed other dishonorable orcs in the Black Wolf White Rock Clan make against humans. Yotul was ready to pack her bags and head there herself. Because finally a clan with the right sense to treat humans the way they deserved to be treated.

“Shit. No wonder she’s terrified. And no wonder she wouldn’t even hold our gaze at first. If this is all she’s known, no wonder she’s scared. Poor thing. The whole clan should be put to death for treating their humans like this. How could they call her a Borgan? How could they call her a master of anything and treat her and her family like this? This doesn’t make any sense! No wonder she didn’t believe us or our vows when even the Clan Chief and his family don’t hold true to their own. What kind of animals are they?! I feel so sorry for all the servants we just traded for her. Their lives are going to be miserable from now on. We need to find a way to get them back. We need to find a way to get her family and the other humans out of there and bring them here so they will at least know true kindness. They deserve better. This is deplorable. Anyone who has any sense of right and wrong wouldn’t even treat an animal like this, let alone another person.” Zorroku asked as his eyes glazed with unshed tears to see what you had witnessed from others in your clan. Even from the way the Clan Chief and his family treated the other humans that were in their servitude. It was lip service and all to impress other clans, not to really honor you and your family, despite all your hard work to earn every bit of respect and dignity, but never getting a full measure of either.

"And you five!" Arob growled at five of her grandsons as she pointed to the ones in particular.

"You two scare the shit out of her. She thinks you'll rape her the second your father's back is turned because you keep leering at her." She accused Silag and Winug who both looked away guiltily once Crowthu glared at them.

"Because she's beautiful!" They tried to justify.

"You two are not to be anywhere near her until you learn to respect her. And never be alone with her. I don’t trust either one of you either." Crowthu commanded.

"Yes father." They grumbled.

"And you three, she thinks you all hate her and she took you not greeting her back and not talking to her at all the whole way here as if she's too lowly to be talked to, great going." Arob growled sarcastically at the other three grandsons with another heated glare.

Crowthu slapped his palm to his face and groaned in frustration. Here he had gone out of his way to get you. To do the work of actually ‘prying this super fine and very precious gemstone out of the crown of Khagra’- which is what the visions his mother had shown him. And to offer it to his sons and they along with his wife were already fucking it up. You were important and vital to the clan damn it.

"But you two, you two did good. You remind her of her best friend Nar, so she likes you already. But, she's more attracted to you Zorroku and is leaning your way the most because you've actually made an effort with her, so very well done." Arob praised Nar and Zorroku who both beamed happily.

Crowthu blew out a breath of relief as he realized it wasn't all for naught, there was still hope.

"Could you please show them how she took down three bucks and over a dozen wolves please?" Zorroku requested.

"She what?" Yotul blinked in surprise.

"Oh hell yeah, so here she is, dipping the arrowheads of all the Clan Chief family's arrows in cyanide, and a lovely little concoction of other poisons and venoms. Holy shit, look at her handling that snake! Oh she would make one hell of a sorceress. She has so much raw talent and capability. And then here we find her climbing her tree and talking with Razor and here she goes, three bucks, one draw of her arrow." Arob showed it as if was a movie on the cauldron's surface.

"Wow, she's flexible." Silug clicked his teeth with a wag of his eyebrows.

"Yeah and she's a virgin and you won't be touching her at all." Arob answered as the whole family gasped softly and fought not to whistle lowly.

"Wow." They all whispered to themselves. That was an unusual rarity of a beautiful woman such as yourself, especially since you were almost 18.

"But if she's a virgin now, that means that she will be expected to return as one in a month's time, so you boys better be on your best behavior and keep to yourselves physically." Crowthu commanded.

"Yes father." They all murmured, disappointed that they at least couldn't prove their affections for you physically. They had hoped that if they could compete by getting you to your release- to prove that they were at least competent lovers. That- that would help you decide too. And that had been the one and only way they had all agreed on- on the way home and now they were back to square one on how to compete for you.

"I thought for sure Shuzug would have been fucking her by the way he went after and came back ready to behead us right there at the table." Zorroku admitted.

"No, she sees him as a little brother and a friend, it would be really hard for her to see him romantically." Arob countered before the 'movie' progressed to show you taking down all the wolves.

"Shit, she's a better archer than I am, what the fuck. Look at that accuracy! Look at how she knew right where to sink those arrows and lead her target so that by the time the arrow would hit, it would hit perfectly. Wow, yeah, gemstone, she's a literal gemstone. How the fuck did we get her away from Khagra?! If I had been him, I never would have agreed to it. I would have started another war to keep her." Yalak gasped softly as he made it go backwards to watch it all again in amazement.

"She knows why he agreed to it. Once she's comfortable with us, she'll tell us why. She was trying to save him and trying to save his family. Something must be wrong if she's doing that. For a gem to protect the crown and the wearer, to sacrifice itself like that, that's loyalty you can not buy. But once we've earned her trust, she'll show us the same loyalty. So we need to be good to her. We need to show her that we treasure her even more than Khagra ever did. Because she's already seen orcs without honor, look at that." Arob sighed sadly as she watched through your memories of even orcs in your own village treat humans very badly.

"No wonder she fears all of us are this way, no wonder she fears for her life and is so desperate not to take offense or make a wrong move. We need to prove to her that she is safe and cared for with us, otherwise she will never fully bless our clan." Arob realized. Then she added in other herbs to show what it would take for you to feel safe and cared for.

Crowthu and all his sons eagerly watched themselves be kind, gentle and respectful with you. And watched as your smiles became more frequent and truer. And how your whole being seemed light up when you would see them. And how you could be so fun, and funny, and entertaining. Because you could sing, play some musical instruments, play fun games. You knew more stories than most elders did. And you could tell them better than most. And you were so loving and thoughtful and wise and fantastic with kids. Especially when with Arob's blessings, you could plant anything and make it grow and have a garden that would be larger than your parent's garden. And enormous enough and produce enough for the whole clan to never have to move again.

All that would be needed would be to rotate the herds in the surrounding fields. But that their tents would turn into real houses. Because they would be permanent structures. Something that the clan had never had before. Because in the clan's infancy- it was always chased off by the other clans. And in order to stay together- moving was part of it's necessity. But when it grew to be bigger, and had earned its place in orc-dom. The Clan’s town of tents had now grown accustomed to moving so much and had staked down- it's winter and summer grounds.

But with your blessings. Both the summer and winter grounds would grow to be one big city, where people of all kinds would come from far and wide to reside and work in it. And the garden you would plant would have the same blessings and properties that you had had at home and every house would have it’s own garden, bursting with plants to grow all kinds of food. Every kitchen, every storehouse was always full. Everyone had spices. Everyone had a table, lined with many dishes for every meal. No one would go to bed hungry. Ever. And it was extremely exciting to see the prospect and the potential.

"So who should she marry?" Zorroku, the eldest of Crowthu's sons from his first wife asked eagerly. He was hoping it would be himself because he was very eager to progress his relationship from friendship to romantic. Because first he rode all night, and while his ass was sore- it had been worth it. He had looked at Khagra’s daughters and daughters in law at first to see if one of them was who his grandmother had referred to. But none of them felt right and none of them appealed to him. And then he had looked at the servants of Khagra, especially the ones who served in the kitchens. But when they had simply made small but quick, easy snacks that were average at best, had been disappointing.

His grandmother had specifically said that ‘you were a gemstone. A large sapphire, surrounded by diamonds and rose gold that Khargra wore in his crown’. And that ‘you would make him the best meal of his life’. And that ‘he would feel willing and ready to give all he had to secure you and that they would know you from the scent of peaches and their blossoms on you’. And that ‘you would have a peach in your pocket like a secret treasure, but one you would happily share with others and would go to the tops of the trees to get you the best ones’. And while Khagra didn’t wear a crown- to hear him brag about his Master of Feasts felt like they were getting closer to this gemstone.

And then to see you walk into that feasting hall, carrying peach cake, and smelling like the very peaches they saw on the trees. And suddenly everything made sense. You were the gemstone. Your eyes- perfect sapphires with diamonds on either side. Your hair was like coils of rose gold. And when you had produced the peach in his pocket, he couldn’t help but exclaim what he saw when he saw it! You were the gem they had gone all that way to claim. You were the cook worth 32 slaves and their weight in salt. You readily offered to climb to the tops of the trees to get the best peaches. And when you came back in the scent of the peach blossoms surrounded you like perfume.

The peaches themselves were excellent. The best fruit he had ever put into his mouth. And then to see that you were both sweet like a peach yet deadly like the poison laced seed was perfect. Peaches was such a fitting nickname for you.

Your smile was like sunshine, your laughter like music to his ears and it made his heart leap at the chance to have a wife again, as the memory of losing his first, didn’t sting so bad anymore. All he needed to do was introduce you to his daughter and if his daughter took to you, he was beyond sold. He would gladly invite you into his tent and give you anything and everything your eyes saw and desired, if only for you to bring those heavenly scents and warm feelings with you. You would be slave to no one and he’d happily drop Yotul off at your old clan and trade her for the rest of your family if it meant it would make you happy to see them well cared for the way he wanted and felt he needed to care for you. You were everything he never knew he always wanted and needed. And the only thing keeping him back was his daughter as he prayed that the two of you would like each other, if not eventually love each other.

His grandmother added a peachstone to the cauldron and the cauldron's surface split into seven mini orbs in front of each son while his parents could continue to look at the cauldron's surface, showing what would happen depending on who you chose to marry.

To everyone's astonishment, they all had the same exact outcome. Whoever you chose, would be a warchief- if they weren’t already, like Zorroku and Silug already were.

And then the next Clan Chief.

The whole clan would always prosper with you as Clan Chieftess. And your many children, many sets of twins because you were yourself- a twin. You would give your husband- more sons and daughters than he had fingers and toes. They would all be devastatingly handsome and beautiful and unbelievably smart and clever and not weakened at all because of you and your human heritage. If anything they were stronger and had better ability because of you.

It showed how every Clan Chief's daughter would instantly not want war but peace if it meant mating with your sons and fucking them. While your daughters would be the most beautiful orc halflings ever thanks to you. All of them having your red hair, your blue eyes and lighter skin tones than their father. And how none of your daughters would ever be sold off or traded to other clans. All of them would have their picks of whoever and whatever they wanted. A great treasured luxury indeed.

But it all came with a catch. You would only be happy and the maximum blessings would only come if you were the only beloved and treasured wife who expected and would give- absolute fidelity.

So now the question was- was it worth it?

#Zorroku and Peaches #Zorroku and Peaches Part 3 #Technically 3.1 #becuase this part was HUGE #and I needed to cut it down to size and I'm going to have to restructure it #but hopefully it reads better now #orc love story #orc husband #set in medevil times #medevial orc story #male monster x female reader #male orc x female reader

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lemonlover1110 · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: Your husband usually calls for you to join him during his bath.

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of Sukuna killing people, rough pregnancy, Sukuna being fluffy (so slightly ooc), reader is mean to Sukuna

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Ever since you shared the news of your pregnancy with your husband, Sukuna has become more loving. The man who’d talk to you however he wanted, now makes sure to soften his voice when talking to you. He wants to see you every hour of the day, even when you don’t want to see him. Sukuna is seeing how you’re struggling with your pregnancy, and he wants to check up on you constantly.

You’re not too far along that you both know of, yet you’re huge. He grows worried that his selfish want of a child will cause you harm. There’s one person that Sukuna would die for, and it’s you. If something were to happen to you because of himself then he’d– He doesn’t want to think of it.

Lately he’s been asking to take baths with you. At the end of the day, a servant walks into your chambers and informs you, “Lord Sukuna requests for you to join him in his bath, mistress.”

She bows her head to not look at you, scared that she’ll end up like the last servant that dared to look you in the eye. It was Sukuna’s doing because how dare someone look his wife in the eye? You sigh before telling her, “I’ll be there in a second.”

She stands in the entrance of your room, given orders to not leave without you. Sure, Sukuna requests to see you but it’s an order from him. You don’t have much of an option.

You follow behind her, and she excuses herself when you’re finally with him. Sukuna lays comfortably in the water, patiently waiting for you to get undressed and join him in the water. He watches as you take off all your garments and walk over to him when you’re completely bare.

“You need to start leaving me alone, you’re starting to annoy me.” You tell him as you get in the water. Sukuna chuckles, finding it amusing how you’ve completely stopped fearing him. One of his hands caresses you from your breasts to your bump, resting there.

“Now, why are you getting mad at me? I thought you wanted a loving husband?” Sukuna comments, kissing the top of your head. Your hand rests on top of his, lightly squeezing it.

“I wanted one before he got me pregnant. I swear I must be carrying twins– Or the baby also has four arms. I don’t know, I’m just miserable.” You confess, and Sukuna kisses the top of your head again. He really shouldn’t have expected it to be any different. Sukuna’s huge, why would his baby be any different?

“It’s just one and done then?” He asks, and you hum in response. Maybe your answer will be different in a few years, but for now it’s that. He feels a tug on his heartstrings, seeing how much you’re struggling. He’s worried. “Are you holding up okay, though?”

“Not like we could do anything if I wasn’t.” You answer. He’s definitely much softer than your usual husband, and you would’ve loved it if you weren’t carrying a monster child. His hand remains on your stomach, and he feels as his baby kicks while you moan in pain. Sukuna shushes you, feeling as his baby moves.

“I’m trying to feel him! Shut up, woman!” He raises his voice, and you slightly turn to glare at him. A look that would surely kill you if you were anyone else.

“How does me making noise correlate with you feeling the baby! Think, Sukuna! Use your fucking brain.” You’re definitely bolder than usual, which makes him laugh.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re yelling at me.” He says, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips so he can kiss it. “I love seeing you demanding and mean. It shows the effect I have on you.”

“Really?” You answer, and he hums in response. There’s no better time to bring up what’s been bugging you than now. “I hate that new servant you took in. Kick her out.”

“And why is that?” He asks.

“She was looking at you funny.” You respond.

“In the sense?”

“She has the hots for you, and I don’t like it.”

“Hmm… What if I was looking for–” He begins and you glare at him. He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, but he guesses that’s something that’s off limits when he tries to joke. “Don’t you want me to do more?”

“Like what?” You question, even though you should know your husband better than anyone.

“Kill her.” He answers.

“Hmm… Up to you.” You reply. You lay comfortably on his chest, feeling as his finger traces lazy circles on your belly. You change the topic, “Why do you think it’s a boy?”

“I can’t see myself with a daughter.”

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

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kurogxrix · 7 months

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Passionfruit

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Wife!reader

IN WHICH you spend a well deserved lazy day with your mafia husband and son… plus Bucky getting a little handsy.

Warnings: suggestive, breastfeeding, allusions to smut.

A/N: after nearly 2 whole months of not posting…IM BAAAACK😋 albeit this isn’t anything big, it’s still something considering the massive writers block i’ve been facing😭.

The mafia life wasn’t exactly what you had expected when you’d gotten affiliated with Bucky.

On TV, it was gruesome, it was dark, it was scary - and not to forget, it was all the more sexy. Except as of right now, you could’ve concluded that it wasn’t necessarily always that way. There was nothing gruesome and scary in the way your husband was laying his head submissively on your chest as he slept the lazy morning away, his metallic arm thrown protectively over your stomach.

There was nothing dark about the way your baby’s colourful crib laid by the end of your shared bed, a request from the infamous Bucky himself as he claimed that his lifestyle was far too dangerous to have the baby sleeping in his own room for now. In fact he was nothing but a liar, and a softie, because even the people who reside out of state know of the many guards that pass their nights with open eyes to guard the Barnes mansion.

For all, there was nothing sexy with the way you were spread out ungraciously upon the huge bed. As much as you could with the huge man that laid heavily upon your chest, you spread out your limbs for the comfort of it all. Your hair was a mess upon the silky material of your pillow, a face clean of any makeup twisting with grogginess. There was anything but sexiness with the way your cotton panties hugged your hips comfortably, an even less-sexy pattern adorning the soft fabric.

The natural warmth of Bucky’s body seeped through the thin fabric of the shirt that you’d stolen from him, and it made you want to dig yourself impossibly further into him. It wasn’t long before the early morning sun rays began shining through the cracks of the expensive curtains, interrupting your little moment of staring at your husband’s fine features. He looked so cute like this, face free of any worries as he slept cosily on your chest.

The feeling of his grip tightening around your waist was more than enough to alert you that your ‘scary’ husband had just woken up, and the kisses that he was planting across your collarbones were more of an indication. There was no need for any words as you both laid in silence, your hands intertwining in the bush of brown hair that laid atop his head. Oh and how much you loved those curls, the way they’d drip with excess water as he came fresh from a warm shower, or the way your fingers would pull at them mercilessly as his face laid buried in between your thighs-

Bucky’s hand began exploring despite the early hour, and the silent state of the room. His vibranium hand caressed your clothed side before slipping under the hem of your shirt. You flinched at the freezing feeling of his cold fingers upon your warm skin, but the way his thumb was rubbing loving circles into your skin was enough to send warmth spiralling back into your body. You felt your chest vibrating curtly as Bucky chuckled at the way you flinched under his freezing touch, and you playfully slapped at the back of his head, your own quiet laughter rebounding across the closed walls of your shared room.

Your laughter was quick to cease as you felt Bucky’s fingers slip smoothly beyond the elastic band of your cotton panties, the feeling of his cool fingers making your shiver this time. You had to force your bottom lip by biting harshly down onto it to stop yourself from making noise, because god forbid you accidently awakened the little monster sleeping at the end of your bed.

He teased, and the smirk that laid upon his face told you so. The calloused fingertips beyond your waistline did nothing but rub senseless circles into the skin, not using those skilled fingers in the way you wanted him to.

“Stop teasing already, it’s way too early for that.”

you grumbled, and the chuckle that escaped your husband once more felt shaky upon your chest. You nearly let out a pathetic whine as you felt his large fingers retracing their steps back out, the elastic band of your panties snapping against your skin in dismay. However, it was a whole other story when you felt Bucky moving to sit up, a large hand resting upon your waist as he ushered you up to join him. His necklace clanged against his torso as he did so, the white wolf pendant sitting comfortably with the new position on his chest.

With no hesitation, you did so, and his hands immediately started roaming your body once more as he laid them upon your delicate skin. Your face was buried in his neck as you sat up properly in his lap, thick and muscular thighs serving you as a seat. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slipping under your shirt, head thrown back in bliss as his lips found the crevice of your neck.

It felt almost too good to be true. A little moment shared between the both of you in perfect silence on a day filled with nothing more but slumber and laziness. Bucky felt like he was dreaming, almost like this late morning was going all too fine, and that in a normal scenario there should be something just about the moment that came to ruin the-

Jinxed it, and if only you could read your husband's thoughts, Bucky knew that you’d make him sleep with the strays outside tonight. It was nothing else but his fault for the sudden shrill cries that resonated round the entire room. You felt your husband’s lips suddenly detaching from your neck, the area darkening by the second thanks to his skilled mouth.

You had to physically retain yourself from laughing at your husband’s uttered ‘fuck’s sake’ in all the disappointment of your baby’s sudden awakening. Successfully ruining the little moment that you shared. Or that you were about to share, it was like much had had the time to happen anyway.

“You’re gonna go say goodmorning to your son?” you tease, throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck as you stared into his blue iris. He glared at you for a second before his gaze softened, and he fell into the satirical state that you found yourself in.

“Absolutely no way malyshka, you know I had to tend to his tantrum yesterday while you were sleeping your ass off in the comfort of our mattress.” he laughed off in all playfulness, his hands tightening their grip around your waist as he spoke. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel offended, because who was he kidding? You knew that Bucky would treat your son’s undying tantrums forever if it meant that you’d catch a little extra sleep. He’d do anything for the both of you, the two people who’d changed his life forever.

The screams only got louder by the second, a stark reminder to break off your little romantic moment with Bucky and go tend to that little monster. Unhooking your limbs from Bucky’s, the brunette watched attentively as you made your way towards the maple crib. Just the best for your baby, even if he was far too young to comprehend the quality of the life that was being given to him.

You waste no time diving for your son, a tiny human that fits perfectly in your arms. Enamoured as he already was, Bucky watched as all it took from you was a couple of coos and a few seconds of swaying the both of you from side to side to calm your wailing son down. Truly a momma’s boy, just like his father.

Tiny fists closed in on the collar of your shirt with an incredible force that had everybody wondering where babies get it from, a desperate attempt from Lev at pulling your shirt down. The sight sent both you and your heavily tattooed husband in a deep laughter, but you’re soon interrupted by crying yet again. Another trait that he shared with his father, impatience and the urge to have everything he pleads.

There was a moment of silence as Bucky’s eyes laid straight on you, and the love that swarmed his pupils was not new. He often wondered late at night what he’d done in his previous life to deserve such love that you and your son provide to him, because he knew that the Bucky of this life didn’t deserve it. He was a killer, ruthless at that because his line of work allowed no mercy. His hands were covered in thick layers of blood and yet you take them in yours like they needed guidance. Maybe, he wished that in another life he could be doing good in any sorts of way, like that stupid dream he had as a kid to become a superhero.

Amidst his little love trance, Bucky failed to realise that you along with your baby had left the room. The soft noises of water running was a quick indication of where you’d both escaped to, and he took no time with the rush. He brushed past the sheets that clung at his legs, the messy bed an indicator of what went down under the sheets the night prior after your baby had been peacefully engulfed by slumber.

Bucky was a big man by any means, and the heavy footsteps that hurried behind him resounded throughout the entire room. Not to be fooled although, he could be all sneaky and silent when he wanted to, a true man of many skills.

The pristine white marble greeted him first, a shine he’d grown to love. There by the sink was you and the little lev, except he was far too entranced in finishing up the contents of your breasts to even bat an eye at his father. His free hand clung at your sleeve tightly as if to not lose balance. You moved in all your motherly gracefulness, holding your baby above your left breast in your left arm so you could successfully lean to your right to rinse your mouth after a quick brush.

Bucky knew that you didn’t need any help, he’d witnessed the woman phenomenon of the one-hand-everything. His own eyes had seen far too many times as you held your baby, keys, a thermos and phone all in one hand while going on with your day with the other. Yet, who was he to watch his wife vie when he had two free hands in his availability.

The feeling of his brawny arms wrapping around your waist relit the warmth that you felt everytime he would do so, and you couldn’t help but lean back into his chest. The tall brunette planted a soft kiss onto the top of your head before moving to his own sink, but not before opening the tub of moisturizer for you, your skincare routine retained in the back of his mind.

You smiled gently at him as a silent thanks, no need for any affirmation when he already knew that you loved him beyond your own ability to. Your baby finished his greedy assault on your chest a few seconds after you’d finished applying your entire routine, and you were sort of glad when Lev squirmed out of your embrace and onto the tiled floor.

Any plans that you had for the day, albeit being only to go to the kitchen to fetch some food, had been completely forgotten as you felt Bucky’s arms dragging you back towards the unkempt bed. Because yet again, no lazy day was complete without laying in bed for 7 hours just staring at the ceiling.

not much again but i hoped you all enjoyed🫀 also for writers (or anybody)looking for moots, please don’t be scared to text me lol😭

#bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky #mob!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x wife!reader #bucky x reader #husband!bucky #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #I NEED SLEEP #cant do this nomore #text me yall i dont bite

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lazygyodza · 5 months

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Matilda and Cinnamon

When she's out in the city for business matters she tries her best to return home flying through an orchard near Cinnamon's home. Where she can *accidentally* meet Cinnamon himself. And it's not like she's dressing up a little extra for that at all, it's just, u know, when u do business, even if it's sending parcels through the post office, u gotta look sharp, it's just common sense! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Autumn in my place is almost gone, we have mostly sub zero temperature today already, still no snow though, so I wanted to post this illustration as a lil love letter for the fall season. It's also a lil milestone for me, I haven't had much of the drawing practice during these times (had a food poisoning and lots of stuff to deal with though), but I still managed to include a lil study in my only rendered illustration! Hehehehe.

Have a nice weekend magical creatures (ノ°∀°)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

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thehmn · 6 months

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I’m planning on having a jotun character in a future comic and was trying to pull inspiration from mythology.

Something that comes up more often than you’d expect from a 1000 years old collection of stories is different races breeding with jotuns to achieve certain results.

Odin has sex with the jotun woman Jord (which means Earth) specifically to create Thor. Later he force himself on another jotun woman to create a god of hatred and vengeance (which also results in the gods banishing Odin from Valhalla for several years because a man would be punished just for touching a woman’s arm without her consent at the time and Loki later seems to claim Odin spent a lot of those years as a woman, birthing several children himself)

Jotuns also have a reputation for birthing monsters and animals but it mostly seems to happen when they breed with non-jotuns. Loki is half jotun/half Æsir and creates a eight legged horse with another horse, has normal children with his jotun wife, but also creates a giant wolf, a huge snake and a half-dead woman with another jotun woman. Then there’s the jotun king who gives birth to nine normal wolves after sleeping with a werewolf (they were together for years and it’s not made clear if it was a repeat thing where he birthed them one at a time or if he gave birth to a litter of pups all at once)

A jotun woman had three husbands, two jotun men and one Æsir god. She was the embodiment of night and he was the god of twilight and together they created the god of daylight.

Surprisingly a jotun man with a troll woman was considered the most ideal combination. One great warrior was described as beautiful and cleaver like his jotun father but strong and fierce in battle like his troll mother.

Because Loki himself was mixed race you never knew what you’d get from his “adventures” but otherwise it seems like you could expect some relatively predictable outcomes by mixing and matching jotun genes with other races.

#norse mythology #Loki #odin #thor #jotun

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f10werfae · 10 months

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Daddy’s babies

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader

summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.

Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.

“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.

“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”

“H-hen look at the baby c-cots they’re old west themed!” Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. “Is it everythin’ ya wanted sugar cube?” He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.

“W-we love it, it’s so cute and reminds me of our house” Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her man’s lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.

“C’mon over ‘ere momma, ya need your sleep n’ so does daddy” Henry whispered tugging on his wife’s belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. “Missed you today ya know” Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. “Y-you were with me the w-whole day though” Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, didn’t have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythin”

“A-and you still can’t, t-this is a family friendly zone” Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henry’s hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. “We can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now it’s me n’ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as you’re quite n’ don’t wake up the monsters then it’s okay bun”

Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bun’s little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. “M’already close H-hen, kissy t-too good” Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. “I know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasure”

Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasn’t being too loud, Henry’s hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. “Y-your turn?” She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, “No baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleep” He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.

“You sure?”

“Hundred, now turn over n’ let me spoon my sugar cube”

Both of them now nude under the covers, Henry’s hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew she’d have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. “You did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my woman”

“I L-love you so much H-henry, you’re such a good daddy to t-the babies”

“I love you too Y/n, swear my life on it”

Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.

“a-aren’t you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiere” With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henry’s words.

“H-Henry get in beside them, now please” Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. “Ok now go put it on a timer n’ get in here sugar butt”

“mhm comin’” Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. “Should we get ‘em into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures n’ souvenirs” Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.

“I-isn’t it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Hen” Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each other’s arms, “you alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeous” Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. “Y-you’re only sayin’ that cause i-im dressed like Belle”

“Nah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bun” Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/n’s arms and Beau in Henry’s, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.

“Baby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want but”

“b-but what?” Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.

“This is out of the blue, but my uh my mother’s here, she’s seen somethin’ about us bein’ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some time”

“W-what like now? I-i’ve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnant”

“I know that’s why I wanted to ask you first, we’re a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugar” Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.

“I grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-i’d hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-mother’s lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them more” Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henry’s mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didn’t doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded mother’s guilt.

With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babies’ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. “It’s her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?” Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henry’s mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.

“My beautiful daughter in law, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got you” Henry scoffed muttering a ‘thanks mom’ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.

“Oh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.

“Aww t-thank you, t-though I’m thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henry” Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. “Ma are ya sure you’re able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but we’ve already packed everythin’ ya need in this baby bag” Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.

“Henry boy, av’ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if they’re like Y/n”

“Well most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive ‘em of the booby milk and it gets scary” Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.

Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her “newborn” babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldn’t let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. “Baby bun ya ready to come in n’ join me?” Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.

“a-am coming now” She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. “What’s goin up in that pretty mind o’ yours beautiful, you look busied”

“D-Do you think i-it’s bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-long”

“what? Is that what you’ve been tinkerin’ about? You’re the best wife n’ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythin’ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. You’re absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the best” Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.

“Y-you really think so?” Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. “I know so, now sit your pretty little self back n’ let daddy take care of everythin’ alright momma?”

Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.

“This ok baby?”

“mhm f-feels so freakin’ good” Henry’s lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. “I can feel you gettin’ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?”

“B-both?”

That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. “God I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful n’ sexy”

Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. “Aww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckin’ hard whenever you look at me like that”

His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.

“This okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?” Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bun’s hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)

“I-I want it in-in a braid” Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.

This would be their first night without the babies’ interruption.

“You wanna jus’ go to bed sugar? or-“

“No. I-I want this” Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.

“Just gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleep”

With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. “So soft n’ warm” He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henry’s hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldn’t even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.

“D-don’t touch ‘em”

“Why not bun? They’re proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckin’ sexy” Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.

“S-sleepy Henry”

“You take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girl” He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husband’s cock inside of her.

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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet 🫶

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