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My Protector (Grog x Fem!reader)

Listening to the thumping music of the band playing on stage, I look around, looking for the man that said he would be there. Sighing I go up to the bar, sitting down in front of it.

"Hello love." A man with a thick, red beard sat down beside me. His firey red hair matched his beard perfectly. His green eyes the same color as the mountains in the spring time. Some thing about this man was offputting though. "I've heard tales of elven beauty but I have never seen it for myself." He leans in a little more as he says this. "How about I buy you a drink sugar?" He holds up his hand to the bartender to signal he wants two drinks.

"Sorry but I'm here to meet someone." I say looking at him, leaning away from him.

"I don't see anyone." He says, looking around the bar. The bartender set two drinks down in front of us, giving me a wink as she did. The man takes his, pushing mine towards me.

"Sorry but I don't feel like I should be drinking right now." I look around franticly for anyone to help me. He grabs onto my hand, pulling my closer to him.

"Come on sugar." I cringe at his pet-name.

"No!" I say trying to pull away from his grasp. That was untill I saw a very fimillair hand on his shoulder.

"Didn't ya hear the pretty lady?" His usual deep, groff voice, slightly deeper to establish his dominace in the situation. I saw the red haired man swollow hard as he turned around to look at the golliath.

"Who are you?" The red haired man asked, tring to sound tough, misserably failing.

"Your worst nightmare." Was the golliths last words before he punched the shit out of the dude, knocking him out cold.

"Thank you Grog." I say looking up, smiling at him.

"Your welcome lovey." He says, kicking the body of the red haired man away from the chair, taking the seat he was siting in just moments before. He looks down at my drink. "You gonna drink that?"

"No Grog." I push the tankard toward him. He smiles down at me before taking the drink and downing it in a few seconds. He slams the tankard back down on the bar, letting out a knarley burp as he did so.

The bartender comes over to us, "What can I get you lovely people?" I could tell that she was trying not to offend Grog, in fear of ending up like the man laying on the floor.

"I just would like, a like, whole barrel of ale, uh please." Grog's voice was light and sweet.

"Oh ok." The barmaid responds before skittering off into the cellar.

"How long was that guy bothering you?" Nodding his head over to the body laying on the floor, rousing to concousness. I detected a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Not very long, he maybe got a few sentences in before you showed up." I take his large hand in both of mine.

"How many is a few?" The confusion evident on his face making me giggle slightly.

"Like 5ish." He tilts his head as I say this.

"Is that a lot?"

"Not really Grog."

"Good." He takes him free hand to grab the stool I was sitting on, pulling it towards him, catching the guys pinky, making him finally come to full concoussness. Screaming. The red haired man stood up from the ground. causing Grog to stand up and face him, Puffing out his chest a slight bit.

"You crazy motherfu-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before Grog pulled him in close by his collar, lifting him off the ground.

"Get lost." Grogs voice was stern. I couldn't detect anything but fear on the red haired mans face. He nods real fast. Grog set him down to let him run out of the tavern, which he did. The barmaid came up to where I was sat and where Grog was standing, setting down the barrel. I watched as Grogs face lit up at the sight of the barrel, rushing to sit down and start drinking the ale. The barmaid smiled at me and backed away slowly.

"You know Grog," He puts his barrel down onto the bar and looked at me.

"Do I know what?" He tilts his head in confusion.

"You are always there when I need a bit of muscle to get me out of tricky situations." I lean my head onto his bicep.

"Yeah." He looks down at me.

"Your like my own special protector."

"yeah."

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Stars (Fjord x Fem! reader)

"Come on Fjord," she says, grabbing his hand trying to pull him out of the tavern.

"Hold on sweet cheeks." He says, a smile playing on his lips, looking down at her small form.

"But you promised you would come with me to go look at the stars." She complains. Giggling Fjord turns back to Caleb and continues his conversation. Y/N sits down on the chair beside her, huffing as she does so, earning a side eye from Caleb.

After a few boring minutes Caleb walks toward the stairs and Fjord turns to the impatient women. "I'm ready now love." She shoots out of her chair at the news. She grabs his hand and procceds to pull the half-orc out of the tavern and into the streets of the town.

"Close your eyes love, I think I have the perfect place to take you." He looks at her as he says this, making sure she closes her eyes. As she does he moves behind her and grabs her shoulders, to move her through the streets without tripping.

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After moving his girlfriend through the streets, Fjord and Y/n end up at a beautiful sea over look. "Ok, open." She opens her eyes, taking in the scene before her. The deep blue sea, foam lining the beach. The sand white and glissening from the moon light. Y/N looks over the sight and turns to Fjord putting her hands over her chest.

"Oh Fjord, I love it." She says going in for a hug, drawing a deep chuckle from the half-orc. His arms wrapping around her.

"I knew you would love." He kisses the top of her head resting his chin on her hair. She pulls away from his grasp, sitting on the sand.

"Thank you." She looks up at him, giving him the biggest smile. He smiles back.

She pulls out her sketch book as Fjord takes his shoes and socks off, rolling up his pants to go wade in the water. "What are you drawin?" Fjord asks from the water.

"The constilations." Y/N looks up from her sketchbook at Fjord as she talks to him, giving him a smile. He turns around to watch the waves and she goes back to sketching the stars.

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What seems like hours until Y/N is done sketching. She puts her sketch book back in her bag then goes to join Fjord.

He is taken aback when he feels her wrap her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his back, inbetween his shoulder blades.

"Hello love." His deep voice cuts through the silence.

She hushes him," Just enjoy this."

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Bandages (Grog Strongjaw x reader)

Looking around at the group of assholes around me. Dragging our asses back to whitestone after kicking some serious ass.

Pike tried her best to heal us all from the brink of death but in doing that she exusted herself. She is now in Grogs arms, being cradles against his chest. He is stroking her hair as she rests, regaining her strength.

Grog is the best out of us all he has a sadness in his eyes, looking amongst all of his wounded friends, knowing he can't help them.

Vex is helping Percy limp along.

Vax clinging to Kelith for dear life.

Scanlan, mourning the lute that is now snapped in two.

Me, well, I'm clutching my still bleeding side. Walking behind the rest of my friends, making sure no one gets left behind.

Whitestone is visable just being in veiw.

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Walking through the crowded streets we aproch the castle.

Some servents help the rest off the group get inside to Keeper Yennen and her staff. One of the comes up to me and try to put his arm around me.

"No thank you, I can deal with myself." I snap at him, making the others look at me in shock. I shake my head and walk swiftly past everyone into the castle.

Walking through the gaurd lined halls and up the steps, I make my way into my room. I open my drawer and rumage through the shit in it, looking for the bandages that I keep in there. It takes a minute before my hand finally finds one. "Fuck yeah." I say as I bring the bandages out of the drawer. I walk into my bathroom to draw myself a warm bath, setting the bandages on the table at the side of the bath.

I strip off all of my armor and place it down gently in a bin to be cleaned by the door to my room before walking back into the bathroom and setting myself down into the warm water, allowing the water to engulf my body. The water seeping into my fresh wounds, the blood still trickling out, giving the water a slight read tint. I hiss as the water seeps further into my wound, stinging the flesh inside of them.

I sit there and wash myself before fully submerging my head into the water. I sit there fully submerged untill I need to come up for air. I sit up and take a deep breath. I stand from the water to dry myself off.

Wrapping myself in a towel I grab the bandages while walking past the table into my room.

A heavy knock comes from my door just as I walk into my room. "Ugh." I walk over and place my hand on the door knob, debating on weither or not to open it. I turn the knob and open the door a little bit to see who it was. Grog stood there looking down at me with those innocent eyes.

"Are you ok Y/N?" He says looking me over, noticing that my hair was wet. "Am I interupting something?" He tilts his head

"No Grog. Actully I could use your help." I say smiling at my great idea. I open the door wider and invite him in. He closes his eyes when he notices my lack of clothing.

"Should I give you a minute?"

"Let me throw some pants on and you'll be good love" I go over to my dresser and pick out the baggeist pants I have, putting them on and completely dropping my towel, looking down at my still gaping wound. "Alright Grog, you can open your eyes." He opens his eyes, that soon find my bare top half, scanning over it, eyes eventully finding the gash on my side.

"You should get that checked out." He says point down at the wound.

"Nah, I heal fast, I just need some help bandageing this up." I say giving his a smile and holding out the bandage. He walks over and takes the bandage out of my hand, unraveling it, and wrapping it around my body until the wound is fully covered. Stepping back to admire his work, giving me a thumbs up. "Thank you Grog." I say reaching for a shirt that was laying on the floor, pulling it over my head and going up to him, and hugging him. I feel is strong arms wrap around my as he picks me up and gives me a bone crushing hug.

"Y/N, I'm glad that your ok."

"I'm glad I'm ok to, but I need to go to bed."

"Oh ok." He looks sad as he puts me down. I grab onto his hand.

"Stay?"

"Yes." As he says this he swoops me up and lays me down on my bed, laying next to me he uses on arm to pull the blankets up onto us and the other wraps around me.

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(Grog Strongjaw x fem! reader) 18+

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The warm water in the tub relaxed my sore muscles as I sat in it. The water is soapy and my hair is drenched

I sit there with my eyes closed, relaxed and calm. I hear the door to my bath room creak open. I open one eye and see my boyfriend, Grog, peeking his head into the room.

"Y/N, do you want me to-" I interupt him.

"Grog, come here." I reach my hand out to him as I say this. His eyes light up as he walks into the room and closes the door. Walking towards me. He take my hand and looks down into my eyes, being respectful of my naked body in the water.

"What do you-"

"Take off your clothes and bathe with me." I scoot forward a little bit and becken him into the water a little bit.

He nods fast and starts to take of his trousers, his arousle very evident as he sits himself down in the water behind me. Wrapping his strong arms around my mid-section. I lean myself against his muscular body, resting my hands on his.

"Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too Grog."

I turn myself around to strattle his hips. Tits coming up out of the water for Grog to gaze apon.

"I have a job for you my handsome golith." I say, running my hands through his beard.

"and whats that?" He asks with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Fuck me." I lean down and whisper into his ear.

"Yes ma'am." He says, enthusiasm evident in his voice. I place my hands on his shoulders as he picks me up slowly setting me down on his large cock. A satisfied groan escapes from his lip as he fully sheaths himself inside of me. I've taken him fully a few times before, but this time something about the needieness from not seeing one and other for a while really set in.

He lets me sit there for a minute, not moving. "You seem to get tighter each time." He groans out as he says this making me giggle.

As the giggle escapes me, Grog lifts me up and slams me back down, making a small scream come from my lungs.

"That's it lovey, scream for me, scream until everyone in whitesone knows exactly who is fucking you." Lifting me up with his strong hands and slaming me back down, over and over again, thrusting his hips up when he brought me down, adding more force to his already forcefull and needy movements. His muscles rippling with each movement. The screams and moans eging him to go faster, harder.

After a few more thrusts and one last mind numbing scream, I release myself all over his cock and into the bath, resting my head on his shoulder. Shaking from the imense pleasure.

He keeps going harder and faster than before, with an animalistic pace. His pupils going small and the rest of his eyes going white, with a hint of red where his iris's once were. Seeing him like this scares me when he is in battle, it's hot when it is just us though.

The over stimulation bringing hot tears to my eyes, running down my face.

After a few more minutes of his very accurete thrusting he starts to get sloppy. His sloppy thrusts get slower as his body starts to twitch. His hot cum spills into my body, lining my walls with the liquid, most of it seeps out of my body, into the water.

With me being spent, and Grog still very aroused, he lifts me off of his cock and places me to sit on his left thigh. I rest my head on his shoulder as he reaches down to stroke his cock once more. I close my eyes and enjoy his warmth before my relaxation is interupted by him giggling.

"Look Y/N, we made white water," He seemed so proud of himself.

"Yes Grog we did." I smiled grabbing his face, turning it towards mine, and kissing him deeply.

Releasing his lips I let him hold me to his side with one hand while he continued dealing with his arousle with his other. Closing my eyes I fell asleep against Grogs strong chest.

After what only seemed like a few minutes but was probably more like a few hours I felt Grog cradle me against his chest, he was walking. I felt him lay me down onto my bed and pulling the blanket over me, placing a soft kiss to my forehead. I felt his weight leave the bed and I grabbed his hand before he got to far.

I could tell that this startelled him."Grog? Will you sleep with me tonight?" I asked looking up at him with my puppy dog eyes.

"oh, how could I say no to you," He says climbing under the covers next to me, placing his arms around me. His soft breathin lulling me to sleep

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Thoughts (Grog Strongjaw x Fem! reader)

It all was dark, I was just floating in the emptyness. I was lost, searching for an out. Calling out for help, no sound came from my mouth. A light, it showed itself from behind the shadows. I tried to get myself closer to it. The light suddenly got bigger and bigger, closer and closer, until the light finally consumed my body.

I jolted into an upright position on my bed, sweat rolling down my face. I sighed, sitting myself on the edge of my bed, cupping my face in my hands. I looked at the walls of my room in whitestone. "Why is it allways the same dream?" I ask myself.

I stand from my bed and head to my closet, opening the door and choosing my outfit for the day. A simple outfit of baggy pants and a tighter cropped shirt. Looking in the mirror by my desk I fixed my hair into a messy bun. I traced the cuts that are still on my face from our last fight. The bruises still very evident on my lower lip and left eye. I stared at myself for a littlw while before I made the desicion to get some breakfast with the rest of Vox Mochina.

As I walked through the hallways I could hear the voices coming from the dining hall as I inched closer to it. The familliar voices all happy.

I stepped into the dining hall and was greated by Cassandria. "Good morning Y/N!" There is too much enthusaim in her voice for it to be this early in the morning.

"Morning." I repond, walking over to my normal seat beside Pike. I look over to watch Scandlan and Grog wresting. Grog obviously winning. The scene before me was entertaining enough until food appered on the table.

Grog rushed to the seat on the other side of me to dig into his food.

I didn't nessassarly have an apitite. I picked off what I wanted and slid the rest over to Grog, who looked at me confused. "Are you not going to eat?" Grog says tilting his head.

"I took what I wanted." I looked up at him as I said this.

"Are you feeling well?" Alora looks over and asks me.

"I'm feeling fine." I say, leaning back into my chair a little further. Pike reaches over and puts her hand on my fourhead

"Her temp is fine." Pike says taking her hand off of my forehead. I stand up and look around.

"I said I feel fine." I stormed off as I said this.

I found my way to the gardens. My mind eases when I'm in the gardens. All the stress from the last battle and my nightmares melt away. I sit down on a bench towards the center of the garden to ponder on what happened over the last 48 hours.

I Look over as I watch Percy get knocked into a wall by a sea beast. My breath heavy, the taste of blood fresh on my tounge. I rise to my feet, sword at the ready, and charge.

The last thing that I remember from that fight was the beast clamping its jaw around my middle half. I place my hand to the still very fresh wounds on my side.

The scent of the flowers around me. The breeze tussling my hair. It all was so calming and yet the stress from the past few days consumed me. My friends would be leaving soon to go kill some more monster and I have to stay in Whitestone and heal. The thought of staying in Whitestone alone stressful. I need to be with my friends, I need to keep them safe. The thought of them dieing has me terrified for them to leave.

"Y/N?" A deep voice says from the side of me. I jump out of fright, as I hadn't heard anyone walking up to me, especally Grog. I look up at him and tilt my head slightly. "Are you ok? You took a pretty bad beating and you haven't been acting right." His caring tone made me melt a little inside. The way he is always there for me when I need someone makes me feel special.

"I'm fine, my head is just full of thoughts." I say looking back at the flowers. I feel Grog weight on the bench beside me. He lays his heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Bad thoughts or good thoughts?" He looks down at me with that same goofy grin that originally made my heart melt. I giggle a little bit at it.

"Just thoughts Grog." I say looking up into his eyes.

"What are your thoughts about?" The couriosity in his voice is adorable.

"What will happen to you guys if I'm not there to protect you?" Tears start to sting the edges of my eyes as I look down at my hands. "What if you don't come back."

"Y/N, we will come back, we always do." His enthusasm is starting to fade. "We can handle ourselves. We have Pike, oh, and we can't forget about me." His voice sincere. He wraps his strong arm around me body, being mindful of the gashes in my side, and pulling me closer to him, that way I am flush against his side.

"You all are very strong but I don't know if I'll be ok without you guys. I don't know if I'll be ok without, well. Nevermind." I say leaning into his muscular side.

"Y/N?" His voice soft.

"Yes Grog." I say, enjoying the moment of peace.

"You make me feel, feelings. Feelings that I haven't felt before. I've been to many brothels but, none of the women make me feel that way you make me feel." I feel him turn slightly to me.

"Grog what are you trying to say." I look up to his eyes.

"I've been doing some thinking, and talking to Pike. I think what I'm feeling is love Y/N." Grog looks down at me.

"I think I love you too Grog." I bring my hand up to his face, resting it on his cheek. He leans into my form, pressing his lips to mine. Taking me by suprise. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I placed my hands on strong chest, making sure to feel every muscle on it. His hands roam my back softly as to be mindful of the gashes. We both pull back slightly smiling, foreheads pressed up against each other.

"How about when your all healed up, we go do some killing." He says, eyes still closed and breathing heavy.

"I would really like that." I watch every muscle on his face closely as he sits there with his head on mine.

We both jump away from each other at the sound of my name being called by the rest of Vox Mochina.

"I guess we are just going to have to finish this another time." I say softly to Grog while giggling.

"I think when another time comes we will be covered in blood and standing atop the corpses of our enemies." He says with a smile.