Modern Monsters

Mug the Orc

Female Reader x Male Monster

Most nights are quiet and easy going. Your pub was the kind of place people came after a long day of work but weren't quite ready to go back home. It was cozy and warm, during the winter you had the fireplace going with overstuffed armchairs around it. You had worked hard to make that place yours and to make it the sort of place you liked being in. You had worked most of your life in dive bars and taverns, punk clubs, and even behind the bar at a strip club, and none of them had the atmosphere you enjoyed.

As a child your father used to take you to his hunting lodge, you loved it there, aside from the stuffed animal heads all over the wall, it had a cozy, gentle atmosphere. The men and women there were always welcoming, and it felt like visiting family most nights.

It took you a long time, but you finally had a pub you could be proud of. And sure, it wasn't without its troubles. People got too drunk, frat parties came along, bridal showers, etc., etc. But usually, weeknights were calm and quiet.

There was just one thing you hadn't quite planned on, the Tusk Riders, a local Orc biker gang. They drove into town about once a month, making the pub their place for the week or two that they're there. Now, for the most part, they're good customers. They pay well, tip well, and even lend their protection to the pub. But now, there was a slight fear to your pub. As long as the Tusk Riders weren't around, people came in freely. But usually, they were too afraid to patron these days.

You had extra rooms upstairs as well, your apartment was on the top floor, but the second floor you would rent out whenever someone needed it. Usually, when the Tusk Riders were in town, the three main leaders of the gang rented them. There was Shura, the leader, she was tall and muscled and kept her hair in a bright pink mohawk. Her second in command was Mug, probably the biggest Orc you had ever seen. He had a big gut, but his arms were massive. Then there was Yahg who handled the money and things Shura didn't care for.

Mug was usually the one you preferred dealing with. He was a way more laid back than Shura and Yahg and had a way with words the other two didn't. You liked him actually. He had a deep, rumbly voice you found sexy. His skin was ruddy copper with darker streaks here and there. You've found excuses to touch him, and you feel a bit silly for doing so.

One day as you're setting up shop, you hear the stairs groan and squeak. Mug steps out of the stairwell, having to turn at an angle so he can fit out.

"You're up early," you chuckle. "Do you want some coffee? I just put it on so it'll be fresh."

"You're an angel," he groans as he sits down at the bar. He holds his head in his hands and yawns loudly.

"You ok?" You ask as you set sugar and creamer before him as well as a shaker of cinnamon. You found out sometimes ago he liked it, so you kept it on hand.

"Can't fucking sleep," he growls. "Between Shura fucking whoever she wants and Yahg leaving on his god awful music all night, I get no sleep from all the sound."

"I'm sorry," you say. "The walls here are paper thin." You turn and pour his coffee, placing the extra large mug in front of him.

He grunts and takes it, adding creamer and cinnamon to the brew. "How do you sleep?"

"I'm usually too exhausted from working all evening," you answer, leaning on the bar, showing off your cleavage a little. "I just fall asleep."

He rubs his eyes. "Lucky."

You tilt your head towards him. "You never wanna invite someone up to your room? Actually get exhausted enough to sleep?"

He scoffs. "I'm not as young as Shura," he takes his first sip, his tusks hitting the ceramic first. "I don't much care for the free for all anymore. When I need it, it'll find it."