Half-orc bf x fem!reader— groping, delicious sloppy sex, riding that dick, and some niiice after care
You honestly didn’t know what life would be like living with your half-Orc, half-Giant, boyfriend. The two of you have been together for so long but never shared your space for more than a week long vacation or a weekend sleepover at each other’s houses.
Of course, every part of his house was a little too big for you given his tall stature. But ever since the very first time you’ve slept over at his place he’s had an abundance of step stools and other little tools to help you move around the place with ease.
It’s been an adjustment but he’s done everything he can to make it an easy one for you.
There are many things you love about living your boyfriend but your favorite one is by easily by far watching him workout in his home gym. He has it all set up in the garage so it’s not exactly in the way of anything in the house. But accessible enough that even you can hear him in there if you’re downstairs.
At the first sign of his loud grunting your face brightens into an excited smile. You practically throw yourself off the couch and scramble your way through the house. Racing toward the doorway to the garage which always just so happens to be left open. Almost as if a certain someone wants you to hear him, wants you to watch him.
When you reach the doorway he’s right where you expect him to be, at the bench press machine looking way too good to handle. Your knees go weak at the sight of him and you have to lean against the door just to keep upright.
His large muscles ripple under the weight he’s pressing and saliva pools in your mouth, freaking drooling for your sexy hunk of a boyfriend. He grunts softly each time he lifts the weight and it does something to your insides. Making you hot and tingly all over, arousal gushing out of your pussy and soaking your panties.
You watch him work through his sets, your body growing hotter with each new machine he uses. You know he knows you’re there. And you know that he’s making all his work outs look even sexier because he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered. You hate how much it’s working. You’re practically itching to jump his bones.
It’s useless to try and fight it. The more he works out the more his light green skin glistens with sweat. You imagine yourself falling to your knees to lap it up, to kiss down his dark happy trail, and inhale deeply at that scent that’s specifically his and his alone. Fuck, you wanna devour him and he knows it.
He’s purposefully taunting you, egging you on, wanting to make a mess of you before he even gets his hands on your burning needy skin. You may be growing hazy with lust but you don’t miss the sly glances he keeps throwing your way or that stupidly smug smirk he’s been sporting since he was curling those weights. It shouldn’t make you hornier than you already are but it is.
Just as you think your pussy is throbbing so bad you’re about to cum untouched, he finally turns toward you with a raised brow and a classic ‘come hither’ look.
“Come over here and help me with these hip thrusts, pretty,” he says and you know it’s not a question. It’s a demand. Letting you know he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him.
Walking closer to him in the gym you can see just how true that is. The thick outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his sweats and just begging to be released. Even seeing it twitch once you finally reach him.
“I said c’mere,” he growls, claws gripping at your plush waist and dragging you against his sweaty stomach with a light smack.
The tension between the two of you is boiling as he swoops down and captures your lips in a ravenous kiss. You both groan as your lips meet in a sloppy needy dance, stumbling back until he’s lying down on the mat covered floor with you straddling his waist.
You press against him as hard as you can, hips already rocking, needing to grind against any part of him you can. He moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth just to get another taste of you. Claws run over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation as they dip lower and lower. Slowly pushing off all your clothes as they go.
“Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat,” your bf rasps against your lips, pushing off your panties with a single claw and leaving your delicious curves open to him.
You gasp as your dripping folds are exposed to the cool air. He pushes you back down on top of him, his hands guiding you, rolling his abs all over your clit and causing your head to spin. He’s just so much bigger than you that he can easily jerk you around like his own personal fuck doll. Your toes curl at how damn good it feels and your jaw drops in a silent moan.
“Don’t act like you didn’t do this on purpose,” you accuse.
He chuckles, watching you get wrecked before he’s had a chance to really touch you. You don’t even realize when his hands drift off of you, too caught up in the pleasure rolling through your clit. He makes quick work of skillfully pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. It springs out of its confines, hitting your back with a fat smack.
“I can’t help it that you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me…” he purrs and you prove him right as you start grinding your ass along his length.
But it seems like it’s just enough to snap him into action. A feral glint passes over his eyes and his hands are on you in the next second. He pushes his massive pulsing tip through your folds, letting your slick coat his entire monster cock till he’s dripping with you.
He can’t seem to look away from it. Mesmerized by the image of your arousal soaking him. He doesn’t even care he just seems to want more and more of you. Low groans leaving him every time you flutter around his twitching head and make a bigger mess.
“God, you’re so wet f’me. So needy for my cock, you should be ashamed,” he scolds playfully, his smirk widening at your gasp.
You know you should actually scold him and you totally plan on it to. Mouth gaping at him like you’re really trying. But he just doesn’t give you the chance. On the next roll of his hips he catches his tip against your entrance, silencing you instantly.
After one more gloating chuckle your bf pushes you down and you go sinking onto his cock, letting out a pretty mewl as he stretches you to your limits. His cock splitting you open till you can’t even think. You’re a puddle by the time he bottoms out, your core squeezing him so tight like you never want him to leave.
“Baby— nngh— yes. Your pussy is being so good, sucking my cock in like she’s missed it. Show me how much, ride me hard,” he demands again and you’re in no state of mind to refuse.
The two of you work in total sync, starting at a frantic pace as you ride his cock like it’s been days since you’ve last got a taste instead of the hours it’s been. Meanwhile your boyfriend stays true to his workout, his hips thrusting out and plunging into your depths.
Your bf is entranced by the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure. Head rolling back, your fucking perfect tits jiggling with the force of each thrust. His eyes trail down to where your bodies meet and his cock instantly jolts at the obscene way your fat cunt stretches around his giant cock. It’s a miracle you’re able to take him.
As your sweet pussy throbs and flutters around his girth he groans, his claws tightening around the soft rolls of your hips. His hips then move on their own, picking up pace and ramming his hard pulsing dick as deep inside your core as he can go, swirling you around his length and rearranging your guts.
Your loud shrieks of pleasure fuel him to fuck up into even harder, barely giving you a moment to adjust to each new sensation. You try and lift up to take a moment to breathe but he growls and slams you back down on his shaft, making you scream.
“Ah ah ah, don’t run from my cock. You’ve been droolin’ for it so be the good slut I know you are and take it.”
His hips are a blur as they pound into your messy cunt. Obscene noises fill the room with every snap of his hips, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only sends you closer to your peak. It only takes one brush of his finger over your clit and your orgasm crashes into you.
Your bf groans at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and suddenly he’s shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight into your needy womb. Grinding his length as deep inside you he works you through it till you both sag on the mats in total exhaustion.
His hands caress your back, smirking as aftershocks wrack through your spent form. He grabs handfuls of you, loving how you fill out his big hands and he drags you closer to him.
“What a workout, huh?” He asks with a big sigh, feeling very pleased with himself for getting you so fucked out.
The room stills and your bf fails to stifle his laughter, which only grows as you soon join him. Your happy and sated laughter rings between you both and at this moment you swear there’s nothing better than living with your bf.
Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.
But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.
you always knew your orc boyfriend was a sloppy eater. he drooled, growled, tore into his food like it owed him something — but gods, he was your favorite mess.
what you didn't know was how filthy he'd get when it was you he was hungry for.
you barely made it three steps into the house after work, your clothes clinging to your sweaty skin, hair stuck to your neck, when you heard his heavy footsteps. before you could say a word, he had you pinned against the wall, inhaling deeply like your scent alone could get him drunk.
"fuck... you smell ripe," he growled, voice thick with hunger. "don't shower. don't you dare wash this off."
"can I at least–" you tried, but he was already dropping to his knees, yanking your pants and underwear down in one rough motion.
He shoved his face into your pussy, groaning like a beast in heat. "been thinkin' about this all day. Needed to taste you like this — sweaty, worked up... fuck, you smell so good."
you gasped as his tongue flattened against your folds, dragging slow and filthy. he lapped at you like he was starving, moaning into your cunt, mouth so wet and messy it had your thighs shaking in seconds.
"god," you whimpered, fingers sinking into his hair. "you're making such a mess.."
he pulled back just enough to speak, his mouth slick with spit and you. "good. wanna drown in it. you want me messy, don't you? want me to lick this pussy clean till you're cryin' my name?"
then he dove back in, tongue fucking you deep while his thumb circled your clit. "tastes better than anything i've ever hunted. better than blood, better than meat. this—" he growled, licking up a fresh drip, "—this is what I was made for."
orc!bf with really sensitive tusks, as is normal for his race of orc. everything going well and normal when, to be a tease, and you lick a stripe up the sensitive bone like structure. it makes your orc lover recoil, shudder in desperation.
“remember this the next time you wanna pull that,” he'd huff roughly in your ear as he pins you to the nearest surface, in this case the couch.
he's ripping your clothes to literalt shreds, theowing them haphazardly in the backrgound of whatever room you were previously hanging out in. he gives no preparation as he lines his monster cock up with your hole, only enveloping your lips as a distraction to the harsh stretch. he's fucking you roughly, his mind drowning in endorphins from the high he got from your tongue. If you weren't blind with pleasure, you might've giggled about it.
Orc boyfriend that just absolutely loves seeing you try his clothes on. He can't believe how much smaller than him his mate is. He watches you as you plop on the couch, wearing nothing other than his hoodie.
He's practically salivating, his dick is half hard already.
It isn't even 5 minutes into the show the two of you were going to watch before he's snaking his hands under the hoodie you stole and is groping at you, pulling you into his lap and grinding you against his now fully hard cock.
You suppose you can always just rewatch the show later.
Hello, I would love to request a fluffy sfw story please based off of your repentant orc husband/ yn story
The main premises being that he returns from a trip tired, grumpy and his wife decides to throw him a pamper day, including washing his hair, his favourite meal and any other cute couple things that you can think of.
at last
pairing: husband!orc x fem!reader
nabi's notes: ask and you shall recieve! (p.s. my first request anD IT'S AN ORC FIC BRB IM CRYING ILY ANON)
the orange hues of the sunset spilled through the back porch window, casting the living room in a warm, golden glow. you flipped on the switches, bathing the room in soft, amber light, and lit the jasmine candle—a gift from friends after your recent dinner party. its subtle fragrance curled through the air, grounding you in the quiet of the evening.
“hmmm… perfect ending for a perfect slow day,” you murmured to yourself.
the past few days had been your own, ever since your husband had left for his lake trip with his brothers. he’d asked if you wanted to come, but you’d insisted he go alone—after all, his social circle could broaden without you tagging along every time. you knew he’d been smitten as ever, but a little space wouldn’t hurt anyone.
and honestly… you’d missed him. missed his green, towering frame filling the doorway, the way his warm, musky scent—earthy and faintly sweet—clung to him no matter how far he traveled. missed the tusks that peeked from his grin, his strong hands that could lift anything, and the way he carried his strength so easily that it made you ache to feel it against you—
a loud creak announced the door swinging open, followed by the heavy thud of bags hitting the floor. he didn’t even bother with a greeting. he dropped his things by the door and trudged straight to the sofa, collapsing onto it with a long, weary sigh. his body slumped, eyes closed, and the tension in his frame was obvious.
you walked up behind the sofa, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, palming and lingering over his firm muscles. you rubbed small circles, letting your fingers ease some of the tightness you could feel. slowly, you planted a soft kiss on his shoulder, then another at his temple.
he let out a little breath, the weight in his shoulders easing slightly, though his expression still carried that stubborn frustration. “looong trip,” he muttered, voice low.
“i can tell,” you said gently, keeping your hands there, offering warmth and quiet comfort. “come on… you can tell me all about it. i’ve got dinner almost ready, and then you can just relax.”
he gave a low grunt, still tense but visibly softening under your touch. the sigh that followed was less burdened, more like he was letting a small piece of the day’s stress melt away.
he tapped the other side of the sofa, motioning you to sit beside him. you settled onto the sofa, lifting your feet to rest on his thigh. “so… what went wrong?” you asked half-joking, gently.
he let out a long, frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. “it… started off fine,” he muttered, his grumble low. “everyone was there, laughing, joking. even the little pranks. they were funny at first. i thought it’d be… fun.”
you nodded, encouraging him to keep talking, your touch steady on his shoulder.
“but then zoruk…you know... elder urgana's son?" he asked, and you nodded, "he started causing a shit,” he continued, his voice rising slightly with irritation. “throwing romulus into the lake, splashing everyone else, pulling ridiculous stunts with remus… i tried to keep it calm, tried to laugh it off, but…” he trailed off, clenching his jaw. “then they turned to me. it was fine. nothing i couldn't handle. i can handle the schtick but when they threw me to the lake, i thought i lost it—my obsidian bracelet and my hair cuffs... the set you gave me on our wedding… i couldn’t find it anywhere. my hands were shaking just thinking i’d lost it, love.”
you chuckled softly, sliding your arms around him to cradle your orc husband. “awww… my big baby,” you teased gently.
“don’t… don’t tease me, love,” he grumbled, laughing a little at his worries. “i felt awful. those were important to me.”
“oh, i know, my love,” you said, brushing your fingers through his hair. “but look—you’re wearing them. your hair cuffs are complete.” you counted carefully, “all eight are cuffed to your twists, just like before you left.”
his hands tightened at your leg. “if i’d lost them,” he said quietly, “i would’ve dived into that lake until i found them—or drowned trying." he swallowed, voice rough. “i mean, i can face ridicule," his thumb brushed your ankle, “but the thought of losing what binds me to you?” he shook his head, “that scared me.”
his confession lingered between you, heavy and tender. you pressed a soft kiss to his hand, holding it while rbbing cicles with your thumb until the tension eased, until his breathing slowed beneath your touch. the world felt quieter like that—just the two of you, safe, whole.
then his stomach betrayed him with a low, unmistakable grumble.
you glanced at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Have you eaten dinner yet?” you asked, teasing gently
he shook his head, letting out a quiet laugh as his shoulders finally slumped and he leaned into your embrace.
“you poor thing,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “stressed and hungry.”
“hm,” he grunted, fatigue edging his voice. “the trip took more out of me than i thought.”
you smiled, fingers threading gently through the thick strands of his hair. “come on,” you coaxed. “help me set the table. dinner’s almost ready—and i want you eating while it’s still warm.”
he groaned as he pushed himself off the sofa, but he did it anyway, gathering plates, silverware, and napkins with a resigned huff.
“okay… okay,” he said. “i’ll set the table.” the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
“perfect,” you said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “i’ll go set up the tub in the bath. you can soak after dinner.”
“me? alone?” he asked, feigning pity, grumbling under his breath as you slipped outside.
“i meant, us. we can soak after dinner,” you answered.
the night was calm, the fading light of dusk filtering through the windows and the soft shimmer of the stars just visible beyond the glass. the bathtub upstairs was already filling, water rippling gently. you added a few luxurious touches: a small bar of shea butter soap, its creamy texture and gentle scent promising soft, smooth skin, and a blend of calming oils—lavender for relaxation, a hint of sweet orange for warmth, and a touch of chamomile for extra soothing. steam rose in lazy swirls, carrying the fragrant mix through the bathroom.
you leaned over the tub, swirling the water so the oils blended evenly. the warm air and subtle fragrance made your shoulders relax along with your mind.
“perfect,” you murmured to yourself. “this is exactly what we need after today.”
he appeared in the doorway, eyes soft and tired, a small smile tugging at his lips. “this looks… incredible. ready for dinner?” he asked, gesturing to go back down.
you nodded, brushing a hand lightly across his arm. “come on,” you said, guiding him toward the stairs.
he chuckled softly and stepped aside, gesturing for you to go first. “after you,” he said, gruff but proud.
you smiled and made your way down, the warm glow of the dining room welcoming you. he stepped up to your chair and pulled it out for you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. “ladies first,” he said softly. you slid into your seat, laughing lightly at his old-fashioned courtesy. once you were settled, he pulled out his own chair and sat across from you with a satisfied sigh, the corners of his mouth curling into a contented smile.
“so… tell me everything,” you said, reaching for your glass, eager to hear every detail.
he leaned back, elbows on the table, rubbing at his forearms. “the first day was fine. everyone was laughing, joking… tossing each other into the lake. i tried to keep my balance, tried to laugh it off, but remus—he wouldn’t stop—kept pulling me in. i ended up catching fish with my bare hands. slippery little things, scales flashing in the sunlight. took me a while, but i managed a few decent ones.”
“wow,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “bare hands?”
“yeah. nothing fancy, just the usual blue lakefish. but feeling them wriggle, the water cold against my skin…it’s something else. and i added a few sketches while i was at it. experimenting with new angles, shading…even tried to catch how the sunlight danced on the water.”
you leaned forward, genuinely curious. “did you finish that river scene?”
“almost,” he said, chewing thoughtfully on his steak. “and the fish sketches too. tried to capture how their scales catch the light, little flashes of silver and blue. oh, and the barbecue—tried a new method over the fire. remus and romulus were arguing about timing, and i had to save the meat from burning. flipped it just right, let the coals flare at the perfect moment…charred golden-brown, smoky and sweet.” he made a small gesture with his hands, emphasizing how perfectly it had turned out.
you laughed, taking a bite of your roasted potato. “hm, i’ll hold you to that next time we grill. no bragging without proof. and those sketches better be amazing too.”
he laughed, a warm, lively sound that made you grin. “deal. but first… the gossip. toruk and helga broke up. total chaos at the campfire. i was sitting on the log near my tent, so i saw the whole thing. helga found out he’d been seeing someone else, or at least that’s how it looked. toruk tried to explain, got flustered, and then it just… blew up.”
he shook his head and laughed, shaking off the disbelief. “and you won’t believe this, but helga wasn’t exactly innocent either. apparently she’d been seeing someone else behind toruk’s back.”
“wait, really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, really,” he said, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “and get this—they’ve been on this on-and-off thing forever. no one in the family really knew what was going on. even the elders just gave up. figured it was drama that would never get sorted out.”
“so both of them were… cheating?” you asked, still a little shocked.
“kind of,” he said, grinning. “the funny part is, i stayed seated on the log near my tent the whole time. i wasn’t gonna get involved, but you can’t miss this kind of train wreck. toruk kept trying to explain, helga wasn’t listening, and it just blew up. yelling, accusations, stomping around—it was a mess.”
“oh my god,” you said, covering your mouth to laugh. “and you just… watched?”
“mostly,” he said, laughing. “i mean, i had a front-row seat. i figured she was gonna explode either way, and toruk… well, he didn’t exactly help himself. i just stayed put and let it happen. couldn’t stop myself from watching.”
dinner went off like his stress was leaving his body. with each bite of steak and roasted potato, you could see the tension in his broad shoulders melting away. he laughed freely at your teasing, told little stories from the trip, and even made playful commentary about the gossip he’d overheard. you laughed along, leaning into him when your elbows bumped across the table, sharing quiet smiles between bites.
“hm… you really did have a wild few days,” you said, reaching for your glass. “but it feels good to have you home, doesn’t it? i missed you, baby.”
he nodded, a contented grin tugging at his tusked lips. “honestly wasn't the best since you weren't there with me. nothing beats being back here. missed you big time.”
as the last bites disappeared from the plates, you stood and began clearing them, motioning for him to follow. “ready for the hot tub?” you asked, your voice soft and inviting.
“more than ready,” he said, his green eyes lighting up with anticipation. he stretched, the muscles in his arms and back rolling under his skin, and you felt that familiar warmth radiate from him.
together, you moved upstairs to the bathroom. the tub was already steaming gently, the water shimmering in the soft glow of the overhead lights and the fading dusk through the window. the lavender, sweet orange, and chamomile oils swirled in the water, mingling with the faint scent of shea butter soap you’d placed nearby. it looked—and smelled—like a private little oasis, warm and inviting.
he stepped into the tub first, letting the warm water lap against his legs and sighing in deep relief. “hm… perfect,” he murmured, leaning back and closing his eyes.
you followed, easing yourself into the water beside him. the warmth enveloped both of you, fragrant steam curling around your bodies. you rested your head against his broad shoulder, letting the quiet of the evening and the heat of the water settle over you. the day’s tension, the chaotic trip, even the earlier drama.
you shifted slightly so you could sit closer, letting your shoulder press lightly against his. the warmth of the water and the gentle scent of the oils seemed to melt whatever stubborn tension remained in him. he let out a soft hum of contentment, eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the quiet.
“you really needed this, huh?” you asked, brushing your fingers lightly over his arm.
“hm,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “more than i realized. i didn’t know how tense i’d gotten until now.”
you grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder. “good. then today is all about you. no work, no stress, no chaos. just… me taking care of you.”
he let out a soft laugh, a little embarrassed but warm. “you spoil me too much.”
“hm, maybe,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “but you deserve it. first the hot tub, then your favorite dinner, and after that… maybe a long hair wash? you know, pamper style. i even got that scalp brush you like.”
his tusked grin widened, eyes lighting up. “hm… alright. i could get used to this.”
you reached out to squeeze his hand gently. “good. now just relax. let me take care of you today. you’ve earned it, love.”
you settled comfortably in the tub, letting him sit between your legs. the warm water and fragrant oils lapped around you both, the steam curling softly in the air. “just lean back,” you said, brushing your fingers through his damp hair.
“alright… i’m in your hands,” he said, tilting his head back into your lap. you grinned, squeezing a small amount of shampoo into your palms and working it gently through his thick hair.
your fingers massaged his scalp in slow, circular motions. he let out a low, contented hum, eyes closing as the tension from the trip melted away. “this… feels really good,” he murmured.
“told you,” you teased, continuing the gentle scrubbing. “just relax and let me take care of you.”
he shifted slightly, smirking. “i’m vulnerable here, you know that, right?”
“i know,” you replied with a playful smile. “and i promise i won’t make it worse… much.” you gave a little tug on a stubborn knot, and he let out a short laugh.
“hey! careful! that’s not fair!” he said, leaning closer to nudge you with his shoulder. you giggled and splashed a little water at him.
“revenge!” you declared, letting warm droplets hit his chest. he laughed loudly, splashing back gently, careful not to upset the shampoo.
“you’re impossible,” he said, shaking his head, hair slick with suds. “but i love you.”
you rinsed the shampoo from his hair, cupping warm water and letting it slide down his neck. he leaned back, tilting his head to make sure every last bit washed away, a satisfied sigh escaping him. a few playful splashes here and there had you both laughing quietly in the warm water.
you leaned forward slightly, fingers sliding through his damp hair one last time, massaging his scalp slowly. he let out a soft, blissful hum, tilting his head to give you better access.
“don’t get used to being spoiled like this too often,” you teased, brushing your thumbs over the nape of his neck.
“never enough,” he replied, his voice low and playful, resting his hands on your sides as he leaned back. “i could stay like this forever.”
you laughed softly, letting your fingers trail from his scalp down to his broad shoulders, kneading gently to ease the tension still lingering from the trip. he closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the water and your touch fully sink in.
“hey,” he murmured suddenly, opening one eye to give you a sly look. “don’t think this means i’m letting you win the splashing war.”
“oh, is that a challenge?” you asked, grinning, flicking a small droplet of water at his chest.
he splashed back, careful not to get your hair wet, and both of you laughed, the sound soft and content in the warm bathroom.
after a few more moments of playful splashing and gentle massage, you let your hands rest on his shoulders, leaning close so your foreheads touched. the water rippled gently around you, and for a quiet second, the chaos of the trip and the world outside seemed far away.
“thank you,” he said softly, voice warm. “for all of this… the tub, the pampering… just for me.”
“always,” you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his temple. “i love taking care of you.”
he sighed contentedly, leaning fully back into the water, letting you cradle him gently as you both relaxed in the warmth, the fragrant steam wrapping you in quiet comfort.
after a few more quiet moments in the warm water, you gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze. “i think it’s time to get out before we prune completely,” you teased.
he chuckled, shifting slightly so you could stand and help him out. wrapping your arms around his torso from the front, you guided him carefully as he stepped over the tub’s edge. the warmth of his skin against yours made your chest tingle as you led him to the towels waiting nearby.
you grabbed a soft, fluffy towel and draped it around his shoulders, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. he leaned into your touch, eyes closing as you gently patted him dry.
“don’t take too long on me,” he teased, lifting an arm so you could reach his back.
“don’t worry,” you said with a grin, moving your hands over his broad back in slow, careful motions. “i’ve got you.”
he laughed softly, tilting his head to press a quick kiss to your temple. “i feel ridiculously spoiled right now.”
“good,” you replied, smiling as you finished drying his arms and chest. “you deserve it. now, your turn to help me?”
he grinned, reaching for his own towel and handing it to you, the warmth between you both lingering even as the bathwater’s steam faded. you wrapped it around yourself, brushing damp hair from your face, and leaned into him for a moment, letting the quiet comfort of the night settle over you.
“we make a good team,” he said with a chuckle, tugging you gently closer.
“the best team,” you agreed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
once you were both dried off, you slipped into a soft nightgown while he pulled on his linen pants. the warmth from the bath still clinging to your skin, he draped an arm around your shoulders as you moved to the small seating area nearby. you settled into the cushions together, the quiet, cozy comfort of the room wrapping around you both.
“i could get used to nights like this,” he murmured, resting his head against yours.
“me too,” you replied softly, leaning into him. “it’s nice… just us, no stress, no chaos, no trips or gossip to worry about.”
he chuckled, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy being a little bossy in the tub.”
“i might have,” you admitted with a grin, “but only because it’s fun spoiling you.”
he smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “well, you succeeded. i feel completely pampered.”
you snuggled closer, letting your hands rest over his chest as he tightened his arm around you. the quiet warmth of the room and the soft glow of the lamps made it feel like the rest of the world had melted away.
“you still sure you wanna do this forever?” you asked softly, a playful glint in your eye.
“forever and ever,” he replied, tugging you gently onto his lap. you laughed softly, leaning against him. he shifted slightly, grinning down at you. “but i think it’s time we move somewhere a little more comfortable,” he said, scooping you up effortlessly in his arms. you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you bridal-style down the hallway.
“hey, careful!” you teased, though your voice was full of warmth and trust. “i’m fragile, you know.”
“i’ll take good care of you,” he replied with a confident smirk, his steps steady as he made his way to the bedroom.
he set you down gently on the bed, tucking the blankets around both of you with careful hands, adjusting pillows so you were nestled perfectly. once everything was arranged, he crawled in beside you, pulling you close.
you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. he draped an arm around you, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back. “there,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “much better.”
“perfect,” you whispered, closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into his warmth. “this is exactly what i needed.”
he chuckled softly, tightening his embrace just a little. “me too,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “we make a good team, don’t we?”
“the best team,” you murmured back, nuzzling closer. the room was quiet except for the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional gentle laugh, the chaos of the day replaced by the simple comfort of being together.
you both settled into the bed, tangled together under the blankets, hands intertwined, hearts slow and steady, letting the night stretch on around you in perfect warmth.
I remember making a tiny reblog about a witch and his orc bf being a powercouple and instead of doing something productive I typed out this so here you go
Orc bf who's so proud of his witch bf because you're so smart and skilled in witchcraft.
Orc bf who listens to their witch BF info dump about their findings and doesn’t care that he doesn’t understand anything of what his witch is saying, you just look so happy and wonderful when you go on and on about your craft.
Orc bf who likes it when you're on his back while he does push-ups. He also loves it when you use that spell that makes you heavier; he loves the challenge.
Orc bf who picks up your unconscious body off of your workbench and places you into bed after you pulled an all-nighter.
Orc bf who gets very bashful when you compliment his giant collection of weaponry that he built over the years; he remembers how he got every weapon, and you find it hot when he shows them off.
Orc bf who leans into your touch as you heal his battle wounds, he has half a mind to start kissing you as you caress his muscles, but he understands that you need to focus.
Orc bf who always boasts about your talents and achievements to his companions to your dismay. Try as you might to explain that being able to create a black hole followed by a gigantic laser beam isn't as much of the award-winning icebreaker he thinks it is, but he believes that everyone should know how amazing a warrior you are
Orc bf who loves fighting alongside you, the way you both complement each other so well on the battlefield and fill in the weak spots in each other's fighting styles, is proof enough for him that you're his soulmate.
Orc bf who likes it when the shapes and colors swirl around within your cauldron as you prepare an incantation. The giant glow that fills the room when the spell is complete is his favorite part.
Orc bf who loves showing off his muscles to you every time he has a chance; your reactions are his drug, and he’s hopelessly addicted.
Orc bf who's always down to be your practice dummy when you're testing out a new evocation. It's totally because he wants to help you train and get better at magic in any way he can and totally not because he gets off on being hit by your spells; besides, he walks it off every time, so keep it up!
What do you mean you can see his giant meat stick desperately trying to rip free from his pants? That would be weird! And no, that's not pre; it's just sweat, so please hit him with another thunderbolt.
Orc bf who was originally scared about mating with you due to your worrisome size difference, but your ways with the arcane have made things way easier for you both. He still worries about hurting you since your flesh and muscles are not as tough as an orc's. Still, it's hard to hold back with how good your insides feel, though.
Oh, and all that worry is thrown out the window as soon as you tell him that you made a potion that can make you bear children. It's as if something deeply primal awakened inside of him as soon as you finished drinking that concoction. Hope you didn't have anything planned for the next 10 days because you were not leaving that bed until he was sure you were pregnant.
You stopped trying to fix the bed and make it stronger after day 3, and you noticed cracks on the floor by day 7. The final day was purely aftercare; you both deserved it. As great as being relentlessly bred by your orc bf for the past 230 hours were, you're probably not going to go that hard again for the foreseeable future—for the sake of your health and the sanity of your neighbors.
