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devilry-revelry · 23 days ago

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Rest Male Orc x Female Human

Nothing but fluff.

“Ah. You’re… Thor?”

The sage-green skin at his cheeks darkened. “Thorg’izog.”

The orc standing at her door was, in a word, massive. Gargantuan in another. When Kayla had first opened the door to greet her guest she was looking right into the orc’s big chest, and then she looked up, up, up into his brown, downcast eyes. If he didn’t look so nervous, with his slumped posture and his shoulders tucked inward, he would be a formidable creature with harsh tusks, and stern brows. Though she was completely taken aback by the orc’s presence, Kayla put on her friendliest smile and greeted him.

“Hi, can I help you?”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His big hands clenched into fists at his sides in a rhythmic pulse. There was a blatant reluctance to meet her gaze, but he replied.

“I, uh…” his voice was hoarse, low and quiet. Gentle. He was nearly whispering, as if he was afraid his voice would carry too far down the hallway of the complex. It somehow made him seem small. Smaller than his hunched stance tried to make him. “I have a 3PM appointment?”

Kayla blinked her surprise, peering up at him with barely hidden scrutiny. It wasn’t so much that she had any aversion to working with a magick client, but she didn’t recall the incoming appointment paperwork specifying that her client was anything other than human. And those disclosure forms were important. Depending on the type, there were certain safety precautions, more documents to protect the worker. A regular ol’ human didn’t have to worry about accidentally turning someone into stone, or accidentally setting the drapes on fire with a sneeze.

“Ah. You’re… Thor?”

The sage-green skin at his cheeks darkened. “Thorg’izog.”

Kayla laughed good naturedly as she said, “Well, that explains it! Come on in.” An orc wouldn’t present any real trouble. The only trouble it would cause was shifting the sleeping pallet around, because she had most definitely prepared for a human. She opened the door wide, and stepped aside. Thor ducked his head down even further, and stepped past the threshold. He was rather quiet on his feet, despite his massive size and burly footwear. “You’ll have to forgive me for just a moment. I thought I was prepared, but…”

She trailed off as she guided him to the main room.

The primary living space in the small studio apartment appeared to be prepared for some sort of sleep over. The velvet couch and quaint coffee table had been wedged against the walls, and the entirety of the floor was smothered with pillows and blankets. Kayla had thought the set up would be more than sufficient, but now knowing how big “Thor” was, she realized that she would have to maybe move her coffee table and couch to comfortably accommodate his bulk.

“Oh,” he said, quiet and guilty when he caught on to her predicament. “I’m sorry. Here, just tell me where to move it.” And he did. Before Kayla could even contemplate how big of a pain it was going to be to move the couch, Thor heaved the thing up from the ground.

Kayla knew that orcs were strong. There were plenty of tv programs featuring their displays of strength and ferocity. Seeing it on television was one thing, seeing it in person was another matter entirely. And while it wasn’t like moving some furniture was some great feat of strength, it was the control that she found most astonishing. The way he lifted the couch and then carefully relocated it with barely a sound. Kayla couldn’t help but study his form right until he turned back towards her.

“Look at you. You didn’t even break a sweat!” She said, already pulling some spare pillows and blankets out of the coat closet near the front door. As she made adjustments to their pallet, Kayla did a quick review of what she had read from his client form.

“You’re here… for a nap, right?”

As far as hustles went, being a professional cuddler was a breeze. The company she worked with provided a space to work out of, and they footed the bill for the daily laundry to keep bedding fresh. Once the customer was vetted and got approval, they were free to pick who they wanted to book an appointment with – or the website would assign a client to someone at random if there wasn’t a selected preference. Sessions were very strictly G-rated, and could range between a meal and some conversation, an actual cuddle session, or naps.

“Yeah. If that’s alright. I haven’t been sleeping well.”

Kayla’s smile softened. Poor guy. She went about drawing the black-out curtains so they weren’t drowning in mid-day sun. As the room darkened, a couple of dark-activated lights flicked on - wavering in the mimicry of candle light.

“Do you want it to be quiet, or is there any music or white noise you’d prefer?.”

Thor unzipped the sweatshirt he wore, slowly peeling it off. He was clad in a simple t-shirt, showing off tattooed black sleeves on both arms that grew lighter as it neared his wrists. In that moment, the tattoos seemed out of place when compared to his quietly nervous disposition.

“Rain. Thunder…”

“My favorite,” Kayla replied honestly. A couple moments on her phone, and the sound of rain and growling thunder was rolling through the room, playing on a couple of small bluetooth speakers that were hidden among a couple of potted plants hanging from the ceiling. She set a timer while she was at it. She set the alarm to sound 10 minutes before their session was done, so Thor could wake up with a little less haste. “Well, if you’d like to get comfortable?”

“Right,” he rasped. His big boots were kicked off next, and then he dropped to his knees and crawled into the palette of plush pillows and blankets. He gathered a couple of pillows and pushed them under his head so he could rest on his side. How did someone his size seem so vulnerable?

“Where would you like me? Unless you want me to just be around?”

Thorg'izog lifted his arm, inviting Kayla into the curve of his body. She crawled in next to him, allowing Thor to gently guide her head to his bicep. The other arm coiled around her waist. His bulk spooned up against her smaller figure and Kayla was surprised with how utterly at ease she felt. She anticipated a couple dregs of anxiety, but there were none to be found.

“Is this okay?” he asked. The whole of him seemed to vibrate when he spoke, even when he was speaking so softly.

“Mmhmm,” Kayla hummed, just as softly. “How about you? Comfortable?”

He hummed quietly in turn, the sound of rain and thunder filling the room.

“Perfect.”

Thorg'izog drifted off quickly, his breaths coming in steady puffs against the crown of her head. Typically during this sort of downtime, Kayla would treat herself with reading a book on her phone, or reviewing the mass of to-do lists she had scattered in her head, but she found herself relaxing into Thor’s hold, enjoying the way he nuzzled closer even in his sleep. Poor guy was probably a little touch-starved if he was seeking out nap time with strangers. She smoothed her palm over his arm, and closed her eyes.

Kayla woke to gentle fingers carding through the lengths of her hair. While that was typically the sort of services that Kayla would offer, there were some clients who liked the little bit of control it offered. Caring and tending to someone versus being cared for. She shifted slowly, being mindful of her limbs as she granted herself a slow stretch. She was turned towards him now. Thor was on his back, with her head resting on his shoulder. Her arm was wrapped around his torso, a leg hooked over one of his.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she sighed, willing away the gentle burning of embarrassment she felt in her cheeks. How unprofessional of her.

“Seems like we both needed a nap,” came the quiet, rumbling response. He continued to pet through her hair, occasionally scraping his nails against her scalp. It was soothing, and wonderful, and it threatened to pull her under once more.

“Did I miss the alarm?”

“No. Not yet.”

“In that case, is there anything else I can do for you?”

Thor growled gently, “I’m quite content as we are.” His hand palmed the back of her head, and then flexed. It was just enough to administer a yummy sort of tension at her roots before he relaxed.

Kayla smiled dreamily, “Well if you insist.” She scooted just a bit closer, basking in the attention like a hungry cat. “Did you get any rest?”

“I did,” he rasped. The hand abandoned her hair and smoothed over her back. “Thank you for not turning me away. Not mentioning that I’m an orc was… stupid.”

Kayla canted her head back to peer up at him. She got an eyeful of tusk and soft lips, and hard jaw line.

“I’d only decline a customer if I felt like I wasn’t safe, and I feel perfectly safe with you.” She didn't ask why; she was sure he had his reasons to lie.

He chortled, “Safe enough to fall asleep.”

“Safe enough to fall asleep,” Kayla echoed with agreement, then pushed herself upright so she could look him in the eye while speaking to him.

He cut a handsome figure when he wasn’t anxiety ridden and trying to make himself small. Stretched on the pallet of pillows and blankets, a hand tucked under his head, looking relaxed and calm and confident. It was the first time she realized how long his hair was with it sprawled along the bedding.

“I don’t suppose I can schedule another appointment?”

“Of course you—“ the alarm sounded, queuing the last few minutes of their time together. She was quick to hit snooze. “Of course you can. If you’d like to make it with me now, we can do that, or you can schedule it when you’re ready.”

#orc boyfriend #monster x human #monster boyfriend #original writing #Fluff #monster romance #The orc is touch-starved #And sleepy #and has shit confidence

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leviraaaaaa · 2 years ago

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It'd been years after the war.

You no longer had to fight anymore.

The ODM bruises had started to fade as you don't have to tighten the straps anymore, so hard that they dug into your skin. You don't miss the familiar weight of the gas tanks and thunder spears around your waist.

No more recovering only the remains of your dead friend. No more running for your life. No more corpses, no more blood.

You don't miss that life.

You've found your peace, a life with Levi.

You would have never thought it was possible. Not just you and him, but the whole concept of it.

That finally, you can sleep peacefully, without being scared of an urgent call that a wall was broken through. Though you'd still have nightmares but still. And even then it was fine because you had Levi now, to help you get through it. You no longer hard to curl up to yourself and try to calm yourself down, hug a pillow and sob silently so none of your dormmates wake up. You had Levi now.

Or the mornings, you think. The odd sense of peace, the feeling of safety. You can wake up beside him and stay in bed for as long as you want. You don't have to get up and search for your uniform. There's no training to be late to. You just curl yourself around him and watch him sleep, peaceful. And you get to watch when he'd woke up, sleepy sleepy eyes peering through and then arms wrapping around you tighter. He looks so vulnerable then. But you're glad, you think. That he can sleep like that now. That he feels safe enough to, safe with you. His dark circles aren't so visible anymore and he doesn't look as tired as he used to. He still can't get a full rest, but the insomnia isn't that bad.

Life had changed. And for the best. Peace for him and peace for you.

But try as you may, and oh dear God did you try, you can't actually forget. Can't actually leave the life you had spent so many years living behind just like that.

No, the scars never faded.

Souvenirs, you think. Reminders etched into your skin, reminders of who you were and what you've done and all that you pray to forget.

Yours stopped bothering you at one point. It used to. Once. Severely.

You'd stare at the bruises on your thighs for hours or the livid pale slashes along your arms or your stomach. Rough knuckles and calloused fingertips, the constant usage of ODM had left marks there too.

It's more the memories than anything that comes with it.

You used to think, how could anyone possibly look at this marred mess you were and still love you?

Oh but Levi.

He never told you but you knew.

He thinks it's not enough. That he's not enough. That surely you deserve someone with all their fingers, and both their eyes.

And you think it's ridiculous.

But even now, after so many years, you'd sometimes catch a glimpse of him staring at himself into the mirror, fingers grazing his face.

The world had been so cruel to him. And he didn't know how to be kinder to himself.

Unlike you, who cried it out, he never learnt how to actually handle his emotions. So when it's one of those days, he merely shuts himself out. In his own dark little mind. And those days, you leave him alone, because he only curls into himself deeper if you try to get him out. And you learnt to give him space, for him to come out on his own. Though every inch of you wants to help him, but you don't know how.

And it was one of those days, you realized when you walked into the bathroom.

He was staring at the bathroom mirror, arms braced on the counter. So focused he didn't even hear you coming.

"Levi?" You called out gently.

He didn't answer, but his head tilts towards you, eyes shifting to meet yours. He only gives a slight nod.

"You... okay?"

"...yeah." He takes a moment but nods. "Fine."

And it was then you noticed how hard his fingers gripped onto the counter. And you noticed his expression, the look of guilt there. How he wouldn't even look at you properly.

Your heart hurt.

If only he understood.

You didn't say anything but walked towards him. And without a word, you slide on top of the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs. You locked your legs behind him, pulling him closer. He was startled but he didn't say anything, his eyes downcast.

There was so much pain inside those gray eyes.

"Levi." Your voice gentle, soft. "Look at me."

At that, he only tilted his head, looking further away from you, eyes darting sideways.

"No, look at me." You held his chin, turning his head towards you. He flinched at your touch, but you could see the resistance breaking under your gaze. The walls coming down.

With that, you held up your hair, tilting your head to show him a slash that went up to your neck.

"See this?"

He looked at you, confused. And without a word, you tugged on your t-shirt, taking off the clothing in one pull.

"What are you... doing?" He asked, warily. Eyes on your face. Even after so many years, he still got shy.

"No, eyes here lev." You said firmly. "See this?" You pointed at a scar along your elbow, then towards the bruises that ODM had left on your chest. " And this?"

He only stared at you, expression hard. His jaw tightened.

"Tell me Lev." You sighed.

"Does these repulse you? Creeps you out? Do you think they're ugly? Do they make you love me less? Or not at all?"

Levi looked horrified. He was immediately shaking your head, desperate to deny the words. How could you even think that?

"No." He said hastily, eyes wide. "No, what are you saying? Of course not—"

"So why on earth," You gently cupped his cheek, shushing him down. "Do you believe that yours makes me love you any less?"

Your thumb pressed along the scars on his cheek. They were white now, no longer blood red and livid on his skin as it was back when Hange stiched them up. You swallowed, pressing your forehead to his.

"What made you think," You whispered. "That these makes you worth any less levi? "

He didn't pull away, but he stiffened. His face hardened but there was a look of despair beneath his eyes. "That's not the same—''

"How is it any different?" You cut him out, your voice firm. "You tell me, I'm waiting."

He hesitated, staring at you. And then he looked down.

"...I'm crippled."

"Your point?"

"You deserve someone younger. Someone whole. Someone who's more than me."

"There's no one that's more than you levi."

"I'm damaged. "

"We'll fix it. I'll fix you. So, help me fix myself."

"I'll hurt you. I've already hurt you. I don't know how to be better than this. I don't know how to love someone. "

"You're the only person who have never hurt me. You make me feel more worthy than anyone else in this world ever could. And holy shit, if you can't," You whispered. "If you can't, let me. God, I'd love the shit out of you if you'd just let me. So fucking let me in Levi, don't push me away. Don't shut me out. You've done that enough in your lifetime."

And Levi was still. He was made out of stone. So hard, so rough, the edges so sharp. He tries to soften himself for you, but it goes against everything he ever taught himself his whole life and he doesn't know how to do that. He tries, but somehow it never feels enough. Not enough for you. And he wish he could believe that you didn't love him because you do and he could feel it. He can always feel it . Like the way you were looking at him and he felt so, so exposed.

It makes him feel guilty. Someone like you doesn't belong with someone like him. And he wishes, for once in your life, you'd stop looking at him like that so he could convice himself that you don't want him and he could walk away.

And he knows he makes you feel like you're not good enough, because he sees your sad expression when he locks himself out. But it's not you, he wants to tell you. God, you're fucking perfect and it's never you. It's him. He's the fucking problem. The space inside his head was so dark he was scared that just might be enough for you to leave.

But you. The tempt of it.

The warmth of you. You were all softness and gentless and goodness, so so kind to him and it makes him want to hold you tight and never let go again.

But somedays it gets so hard.

He isn't used to this. To show his feelings. To feel so bare in front of someone. Instinct doesn't let him.

He isn't used to feel so loved.

But he thinks he'd try. For you.

Because now that it's you, he doesn't know how to go back to a time there wasn't you.

"Levi?" Your voice pulls him out of his mind. Like you always did. His saving grace, his angel. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling you closer and he can hardly breathe.

"Don't give up on me, Levi." You whispered to his ears. "On you. On us."

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