FOR LIFE (BLACKHAND/READER)
Summary: An orc that once hated humans finds himself becoming attached to one.
Author’s note: I am so sorry for this taking so long. This was requested and I hope said person enjoys it and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well! It had me stuck for a moment to be honest lol.
Warnings/notes: 18+ MDNI, fem! reader, reader is an alchemist/salesperson, slight pov shift, canon typical violence and attempted kidnapping for Gul’dan’s magic, enemies to friends to lovers, Durotan makes an appearance, angry orc, enemies to lovers (except it moves fast), protectiveness, oral sex (f! receiving), suggested size kink, fingering, overstimulation, breeding kink, outdoor sex, can be read as a simple orc x human fic even if you know nothing about Warcraft, not beta read
Word count: 5k
Your lungs felt like they were on fire, every breath sharp as your feet carried you through the forest. Orcs had invaded Azeroth and were raiding villages one by one, ransacking them and taking humans as hostages. You had no plans of sticking around to find out why people were being taken so you ran before any of the orcs could get their hands on you and take you back with them.
The only problem is that you were spotted fleeing, two of the massive creatures were hot on your tail, and you were losing energy. Adrenaline and the fear of impending death aside, your body had begun to betray you. You had been running for so long, positive that they would give up, but no. You could hear heavy footsteps not too far behind you, maneuvering through the brush and trees as you desperately attempted to outrun them.
Your legs had begun to feel heavy, every dash getting slower by the minute. Your movements became more erratic, less calculated, and before you had time to react your foot twisted into a hole, causing you to trip and fall forward.
Your face smacked the ground, causing you to yelp in pain, reaching up with your hand to grab it. The footsteps had slowed and as you looked up you saw two orcs sauntering over to you. One had long braided hair, the other had a long beard, and wore the spines of two dead animals on either of his shoulders. The one with the braids was smaller than the other but no less intimidating in size and stature.
“You got far, I’ll give you that,” the larger orc mumbled before reaching down towards you, swiping you up in his large hand like you were nothing, grasping onto your arm with his large hand.
The size of the orcs was mind-boggling to you. They were far larger than the average human. Even the hulking soldiers you had seen couldn’t compare to the massive size of the orcs.
“Let me go!”
You yanked your arm but it didn’t budge. You swung back your free hand in a desperate attempt to hit the orc to no avail. He stopped your fist with his other hand, which promptly wrapped around that arm as well.
He only chuckled, seemingly amused by the struggle you were having.
“She’s injured. We should let this one go,” the other orc spoke up.
Both you and the orc that held you looked over to the smaller one. Both of you seemed shocked.
Suddenly you were dropped to the ground. The impact on the ground knocked the air out of your lungs, causing you to gasp. The larger orc bent down once more, this time grabbing you by the foot you had twisted in the hole.
“Looks fine to me,” he gripped your foot by the ankle, squeezing it.
Pain seared through your foot and you desperately tried to pull away, kicking the orc with your other foot. He didn’t let go nor did he seem phased. His attention was on the other orc.
“Blackhand, that’s enough. Let her go,” the other orc said.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” the orc, Blackhand, stated.
“Surely we have enough prisoners. She’s made it this far, just let her go.”
You pulled your leg again but the orc’s grasp was firm.
“No, Gul’dan needs-“
“We don’t need more. There’s no need to carry her all the way back.”
Blackhand was silent for a moment, appearing to have some sort of internal battle in his mind. He turned, looking down at you and growling before letting your leg slip out of his hand.
“Your luck will wear thin if I see you again,” he said.
You didn’t have to be told twice. You scrambled to your feet and hurried away, limping slightly because of your foot. You cursed under your breath as you trekked through the forest to the nearest inn.
You were indeed lucky. Those orcs could’ve killed you right then and there. You had no intention to push that luck further.
Or at least that’s what you thought.
A month later you found yourself foraging in the woods for mushrooms. You didn’t need much, just enough to restock your shelves.
The small basket in your hand was almost full and you decided to call it a day and go home. You wandered through the forest, following a somewhat familiar path as the sun slowly set on the horizon. You had been walking for some time and came to a stop when something caught your eye. Not too far away from you, sitting on the cliff side where the tree line ceased, sat an orc. He was looking out into the distance, seemingly deep in thought. He hadn’t noticed you yet.
You tried to calculate your next move. If you continued on your path you ran the risk of being seen or heard and getting caught. If you turned around you ran the same risk. The only difference is that you had a bit more distance between you and the orc.
“If I go back the path ends, I might get lost trying to go home. But he’ll definitely see me if I go this way….but he can see me if I go back too,” you thought to yourself.
“What did I say would happen if I say would happen if I saw you again?”
A deep voice cut through your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit out of fear. You had been so focused on making a decision to avoid the orc that you hadn’t even noticed that he had made his way over to you.
“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t realize I came this far. It was an accident.”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached forward, snatching the basket from your hand. He opened it and looked inside.
“Mushrooms?” he asked.
“Yeah, the best ones grow around here.”
“You risk your life to pick mushrooms?”
“Not intentionally,” you mumbled.
The orc frowned, handing you back the basket. He turned away from you and walked back to the edge of the cliff, looking out into the distance.
Your feet stayed planted on the ground, unmoving as you watched him.
“You’re not going to kill me?” you questioned after a brief moment of silence.
The orc chuckled to himself.
“I’m too tired. And besides, I don’t need to. Not today at least. A weak thing like you will surely get picked off before long. Especially if you keep wandering around this part of the forest for your mushrooms. If the wolves don’t get you, the Horde will,” he said.
“I think I’ll be fine,” you said.
“We’ll see about that. Now run along. Before I change my mind,” he said.
You did as he said, scurrying by him and following your path home. The entire walk was filled with looking over your shoulder, constantly making sure you weren’t being followed or potentially hunted. Your anxiety was at an all-time high. It wasn’t until you reached your home, a small cottage on the edge of town, that your heartbeat finally slowed. The orc was right unfortunately. Just because he had spared you didn’t mean that other orcs would give you that same grace.
You placed your basket on the small table in your kitchen as you thought about the orc's words. Going that far into the forest, especially knowing that the orcs had set up camp not too far from the edge, was in fact a risk. But foraging was your main source of income. You would sell almost everything you found to alchemists, healers, mages, and anyone who needed what you had really. You weren’t entirely sure you were willing to give up your livelihood because of orcs.
You weighed your options that night as you laid in bed. And the next morning you were out the door, basket in hand, heading towards the forest. The only difference between this day and the last is that you had a dagger tucked away in your trousers. You were willing to take the risk.
You spent all day in the woods. You had collected a variety of things that you knew would come in useful to those who practiced magic. You sat on the ground, picking flowers. When boiled their extract came in quite useful for healing potions and you had plans to bottle said extract and sell it. You had been picking for a while before a strange feeling washed over you. You felt a chill run down your spine and the strange feeling that someone was watching you washed over you.
You turned your head, slowly looking around. You couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You hummed to yourself quietly, trying to shake off the feeling as you went back to filling your basket.
“You’re not very smart, are you?”
A deep voice cut through the silence behind you, causing you to jump to your feet frantically. You turned around to see the orc from before, the same one who was going to capture you, the same one who had spared you twice.
“Gods, don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared me!” you exclaimed, holding your hand to your chest.
You could feel your heartbeat and for a moment you could’ve sworn it was beating so hard it was going to leap out of your chest.
The orc chuckled, seemingly amused by your fear.
“Why would you do that?” you sighed.
“Do what?” he questioned, acting aloof.
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer the question. You bent down, grasping the handle of your basket in your hand.
“Consider me scaring you a reminder that you’re pushing your luck,” he said.
“Oh, whatever. If you wanted to kill me you would’ve done it already,” you mumbled as you walked past him.
You were heading home, still a tad anxious from being jump scared but mostly unfazed by the orc's presence. You hadn’t encountered them much but you were tired of being scared, of walking on eggshells on the land you had come to know for years.
“Where are you going?”
It was the orc. He was trailing behind you, his large feet crunching down on fallen leaves.
“Home. Are you following me?” you asked, peering over your shoulder for a moment.
“Escorting,” he corrected.
You paused in your tracks, turning on your heel to face the orc. He stood close. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Close enough that you had to bend your head back to look up into his eyes. This was the closest you had been to him besides that moment he had gotten a hold of your foot. For a fleeting second that all too familiar feeling of fear danced in the back of your mind before fading, your mental grip tightened and kept it at bay.
“You don’t need to do that,” you said.
“Oh, I know,” he said.
“Then why do it?” you questioned.
“It was irresponsible for me to let you get away the first time, to let another interfere with something I was ordered to do. Letting you get away could have gotten me killed if the wrong orc found out. And then I did it again. If I’m going to continue sparing your life I’m going to at least make sure you continue to live. Not that I care. But it is the responsible thing to do. Maybe sparing you will mean something,” he stated.
His eyes bore into yours before shifting, looking away for a moment, and huffing. You lingered in silence for a moment, letting his words weigh on you. It seemed that neither of you truly understood why you both were standing there, why he chose to keep you alive. You could see it in his eyes, he was trying to rationalize his decision to spare you.
“Well, if that’s the case…you can walk me home,” you said quietly.
His face remained stern, cold almost, the way it constantly was. His nose, however, twitched upon your response.
He nodded his head and the two of you began to walk, you leading the way.
“I didn’t catch your name. I mean, I heard it once and forgot…”
“Blackhand,” he stated.
You saw Blackhand almost every day after that, much to your surprise. The orc was mean in the beginning but every now and then as time moved on you could’ve sworn you saw more than just a brooding orc peeking through the cracks. His words weren’t the nicest thing you could hear but his actions didn’t align with his attitude. He followed you, sometimes more than you would like. But you weren’t really complaining. He had started acting like a towering guard dog. Constantly walking you home at night, constantly showing you how to navigate nature more safely, constantly looking over your shoulder, and watching you throughout the day.
Blackhand had become a constant in your life and you were a constant in his. It wasn’t something either of you had planned but it didn’t seem to have an end in sight. And you were okay with that.
—————
Months. It has been months since Blackhand spared you not once but three times. And now that’s all he did. Every day letting you walk freely. At first, he didn’t understand it. You were supposed to be fuel for Gul’dan’s dark magic but that never happened. All because something in him was preventing him from doing what he was told. In the beginning, he blamed Durotan for intervening on that first day he saw you.
But he couldn’t blame the little chieftain now. You were still alive solely because he couldn’t bring himself to hand you over.
His disdain for humans dwindled every day he was near you, although it still lingered. You were changing the orc and you didn’t even know it. It was driving him mad.
When he wasn’t around you he would hunt more often or overtrain his war band until the other orcs were exhausted, too tired to keep going but too frightened to beg Blackhand for a break. When you weren't around he found himself desperately trying to distract himself with his usual familiar activities. If he didn't he found his thoughts drifting. You were occupying more space in his mind than he would like to admit.
You were softening something inside of him and the fact that he couldn’t understand why or how filled him with rage. Rage he inevitably took out on others, not that many minded. Orc blood ran hot and many were looking for fights anyway. Blackhand was happy to oblige.
When he wasn’t taking out his frustration he was with you, an absolutely mind-boggling situation. Blackhand was spending the majority of his time following around a wannabe alchemist and supplier of magical goods and he saw no problem with that. In fact, deep down he enjoyed it. He enjoyed you. Something about your presence stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time.
When he was around you he would feel his skin begin to heat up. Not out of his usual rage or frustration. No, it was something different. When you would graze his skin accidentally or laugh at something he said or invite him inside of your little cottage…he could feel it. Desire. Want. Need.
You were driving him crazy. He didn’t know if you felt the same but by the gods, he would find out.
You hadn't noticed any of this, at least he didn't think you had. But other orcs had, especially Durotan, who was the first to notice something out of the ordinary. He had pulled Blackhand aside, complaining that he was being too hard on the younger orcs, and that's when he noticed. He could tell Blackhand's mind was clouded and his frustration was caused by whatever he was feeling. In that moment Blackhand did something he never thought he would do. He needed help. He needed advice.
"Do you remember that human you convinced me to let go?" he had asked.
Durotan pondered for a moment before nodding his head.
"Yes. What about her?" Durotan said.
There was a moment of silence as Blackhand contemplated what to say. His eyes scanned the area as if he were looking for straggling orcs that might hear before speaking quietly.
"I think…I think I love her."
Durotan's eyes widened a bit. He knew Blackhand had been sneaking off and spending his days in the forest. Most didn't notice, but Durotan was attentive. He had assumed Blackhand was taking up another mate but in his mind, he had also assumed it was another orc. Never did he think that Blackhand would be the one to fall for a human.
"Are you sure? I mean, it's not exactly smiled upon by the horde. She would be at risk," Durotan said.
"I'm sure. And I won't let anything happen to her," Blackhand said plainly.
It was true. He wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on you. He had decided that rather quickly.
"Then I think it's only right that you let her know," Durotan said.
And that's exactly what he set out to do. He didn't know when or how but he would.
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“I want you to be mine.”
A sentence you were not expecting to hear, especially not from the mouth of Blackhand.
But there he was, kneeling in front of you, his large hand caressing your thigh as you looked up at you. You could tell he was being sincere. How could he not be? Blackhand wasn’t exactly known for being the vulnerable type.
The statement had come out suddenly, unexpectedly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it all.
You had been doing your usual routine, once again gathering mushrooms. You had noticed that Blackhand was quiet throughout the day, not that he was very talkative to begin with but you could tell that something was on his mind.
He was like that the day before as well, and the day before that one. Something was weighing on him. You had an inkling at first that you were that something.
It had become obvious over the past month or so that Blackhand’s demeanor towards you was changing. The two of you had grown closer, far closer than either of you probably ever imagined. You never thought you would befriend one of the orcs, let alone one that hunted you down the first time you saw him.
You never commented on the changes you noticed with Blackhand; you just quietly observed. As the days ticked by you noticed him gradually becoming softer around you, more patient, more and more inclined to give humans grace. Especially you.
But you didn’t expect…this. You knew he was starting to like you but you hadn’t realized it was like that.
“What?” you said. It was all you could muster, still taken aback by his words.
“I want you to be mine. I want you to be my mate,” he said.
His mate. The words danced around in your mind. You quite enjoy the sound of that. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think the orc was attractive, or that you hadn’t grown fond of him, or that you hadn't thought about him in the same capacity as what he was proposing. Because you definitely had. And you felt something more than just friendship, if you could even call the dynamic you two had friendship.
But that thought had been fleeting to you, a fantasy you had pushed into the depths of your mind. You hadn't even dwelled on it because you had convinced yourself that such a connection with Blackhand would be impossible.
But he was before you, asking to make that fantasy that the two of you secretly shared a reality.
And gods, to see Blackhand looking up at you like that stirred something deep within you. This wasn’t a man who begged or showed softness for anything or anyone and yet he was on his knees, laying his heart out for you, staring at you with pleading eyes.
Something was appealing about the chieftain. He was caring, even if he thought he wasn’t. You had never had someone go so out of their way to keep you safe and that meant something to you.
You felt his hand on your leg, the touch gently pulling you out of your thoughts.
"I understand if you don't want-"
"Yes."
Blackhand's expression shifted as if he were confused by your response.
"What did you say?" he asked, quietly.
You rested your hand on his, gently gripping it.
"Yes. I'll be your mate," you said with a smile.
Before you had time to react you were being swooped up into a hug. The orc stood both of you up and embraced you, enclosing you in his large arms and holding you against his chest for a moment. You were still mildly in shock both by the initial proposal and your response, but you hugged him back resting your head against him for a moment.
He had never let you get this close to him except for one night you had fallen asleep talking to him so he carried you home. Besides that, getting to touch the orc was a rarity. But since you had agreed to become his mate you were sure that this wouldn't be a rare occurrence anymore.
"Why didn't you tell me of your feelings sooner?" you questioned, pulling away slightly to look up at the orc.
"I feared you wouldn't be very receptive to them. I was scared you'd say no," he said.
"And now that I've said yes? You've taught me about a lot of orc traditions but nothing about mates," you asked, genuinely curious.
You didn't know much about orc relationships or how they rivaled human relationships. It had been something you would wonder about but never got bold enough to question on the matter.
"Well, traditionally you wouldn't be considered my mate until I…"
Blackhand trailed off almost like he wasn't sure how to word his sentence.
"Until you what?"
You tilted your head, waiting for a response.
"Until I claim you," he said.
"Claim me? Haven't you already done that? I mean, when you just asked me-"
"Not like that, silly human," he chuckled.
Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion before you realized what he meant.
"Oh…"
"But if you're not comfortable with that yet we can wait until you are," he said.
You smiled before reaching up, placing your hands on either side of his face and gently guiding him down to your eye level before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The piercings on his lips were cold and his tusks pressed into your cheeks. It was oddly comforting.
You pulled back once more to look him in his eyes.
"I agreed to be your mate. Now make it official," you whispered.
He didn't need any more encouragement. For a creature so large Blackhand worked swiftly, laying you down in a soft patch of grass before pulling off your clothes, revealing you to him. He paused for just a moment, taking in the sight of you before discarding his bone armor, setting it aside.
"You are…perfect," he mumbled as he turned his attention back to you, large hand trailing down your body before resting on your knee.
His hand slipped between your legs and you parted them, spreading them as wide as you comfortably could. His hand continued to travel, sliding down your thigh before stopping right at your cunt.
His thumb pressed against your clit before he started rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched at the sudden sensation, the texture of his skin already stoking the fire that was burning in your core.
You wanted this. You weren't sure for how long but this was something you had been wanting for a while. To think that Blackhand had been feeling the same made you swoon.
Blackhand continued rubbing, his eyes focused on your face as he watched it twist with pleasure. After a few minutes of testing the waters with his fingers, he leaned down, head falling between your legs. His hands wrapped around your thighs as he licked your folds, tongue drawing long stripes through your mound. He flicked at your clit before sucking it into his lips.
"Gods…" you moaned, mouth hanging open as you tossed your head to the side.
If you had known Blackhand would treat you this well you might've admitted your own feelings sooner.
Blackhand's head dipped down further, lips leaving the sensitive bud as his tongue plunged into your hole. He lapped at your wetness, tasting you. You could hear a low growl come from the orc. It rumbled in his chest and sent vibrations throughout your core.
You moaned, rolling your hips and grinding against the orc's face. His grip tightened around you, holding you close and burying himself in your pussy.
You could feel your climax approaching fast, an all too familiar sensation forming deep inside of you.
"Blackhand…I'm close," you whimpered.
In response, he went back to your clit, sucking and licking it.
You felt something prod at your hole and quickly realized it was Blackhand's finger. He slowly slid it in, using your wetness to ease in. He moved his hand slowly, pumping in and out of you, occasionally curling upwards.
Your orgasm came suddenly, the intrusion of the orc's finger enough to make you cum. You moaned as your body tensed, your pussy clenching around Blackhand's finger.
Blackhand's mouth left your mound but his finger didn't stop moving. He slowly added another as he worked you through your first climax, not letting you come down all the way from the high.
"Blackhand…" you whined.
The sound of his name on your lips was dripping with ecstasy, lust as sweet as honey. It only fueled him to pick up the pace. You were so wet that his fingers pumped in and out of you with ease, a blessing in disguise when you considered the size of his digits.
Blackhand continued to fuck you with his fingers and you continued to cum for him. You had lost count of how many orgasms he had pulled from you. You had lost track of time completely. You were a whiny mess and he hadn't even put his cock inside you yet. Your body trembled as you laid before him, whimpering as he finally removed his fingers from you. They were glistening, coated with the wetness from inside of you.
You were amazed that you were still hanging on. You were amazed that the two of you had yet to be discovered in the woods. And by the gods, you were amazed when you finally got to see Blackhand in all his glory.
His pelt was finally gone revealing the orc's cock. Heavy, thick, flushed. You stared at him in awe. That's all you really could do besides spread your legs, inviting him in. He had drained you using just his fingers but you still wanted to feel him inside. You needed him.
Blackhand's hand roamed your body, groping your breast before sliding back down, lining himself up with your cunt. He pushed in slowly, taking his time.
He was gentle, something that would've surprised you months ago but now you knew that it was in his nature, a part of him. This wasn't just lust for him and you could tell. He cared for you, he needed you, he was making you his.
"There we go," he whispered as his cock buried deep inside of you.
You moaned once again, hands drifting up his arms before resting on his shoulders. You pulled the orc in closer as his hips began to move, thrusting at a steady pace.
Blackhand's lips pressed against the crook of your neck, kissing it and sucking.
"How long have you wanted this?" he said in between a groan.
His hips snapped into you. Lewd, wet sounds filled the air. You silently hoped that no wandering traveler stumbled upon you two.
"A while," was all you could manage to say, too caught up in the feeling of the orc's cock moving in and out of you.
Blackhand's hips seemingly jerked in response to your answer, drawing a whimper from you.
You felt so full, fuller than you probably should've been. You were sure that nobody would compare to Blackhand after this. He had successfully stretched you to his liking and you were positive he intended to keep you that way.
Blackhand moaned, grinding into you, cock grazing against that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust of his hips.
You were sensitive. Yet another orgasm had crept upon you, causing your body to shudder.
Once again, Blackhand didn't stop. He fucked you right through your climax, gripping your hips and holding you still as your body started to shake.
"Blackhand, it's too much," you said in between a choked moan.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, pushing your legs back and picking up the pace.
He was chasing his own release and from the way his thrusts were timed, becoming more and more erratic, you could tell he was close.
Your hands clawed at his back causing him to growl. You could've sworn you had cum yet again but the constant stimulation made the pleasure flow together. It was like a never-ending high.
"So perfect…I'm going to fill up that pretty cunt of yours," Blackhand groaned.
You could feel yourself clench around him once more and not too long after Blackhand's grip tightened around you, his cock burying deep inside you as he came. You wrapped yourself around him as his hips continued to slowly thrust, fucking his cum inside of you.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, the orc's head resting in the curve of your neck, cock still inside. Your eyes were closed as you listened to nature around you.
Time passed and you found yourself squirming a bit under the heavy orc.
"Not yet. Gotta make sure it takes," he said with a quiet chuckle.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile, kissing the orc on the head before holding onto him once again.
The two of you fell asleep like that, perfectly content with each other, mated for life.
