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teratophelia:

Ok but listen,

An orc who don’t know how to kiss. Their tusks make it really hard to do so comfortably with each other so they result to hugs, headbutts and rubbing their noses together.

But after a headbutt that leaves you seeing stars you decide to finally teach your orc partner how to kiss.

(I’m bored and this is cute so hA!)

“Cagan, you just…” You said, laughter starting to bubble between your lips, “Okay, try to kiss me.”

Your dearest orc boyfriend, could NOT kiss for the life of him. After a particularly, ahem, painful incident, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Hon, I’m trying.” He said, trying to kiss around the tusks, to no avail. To be perfectly honest, he looked like a whining puppy, his brows furrowed in the pure dissatisfaction of not being able to correctly smooch his s/o.

“Well, I suppose there’s no chance of kissing you…I now must find a partner that can satisfy my needs!” You teased rather dramatically, leaning back onto the bed both you sat on.

“Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Of course I’m kidding!”

Cagan sighed and laid next to you. “Y’know, I would kiss you if I could.”

“I know, love. I know.” You said, feeling him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

“Like, a lot,” he gestured with his free hand, “there’d be so much kissing, babe.” You chuckle.

You two enjoyed the peaceful quiet for a moment before realizing something earth-shattering.

“Why don’t I just kiss you?”

The orc’s face went blank.

“Fuck.”