Orc Boyfriend Tank (special preview)

You glance over to him. “Just because my business is dead people why does that make me a target?”

“Uhh-” Tanks hesitates but you see the corner of his mouth twitch as he tries to keep from smiling.

“I know I’m new here but-” you frown and shakes your head. “Is just everyone in this fucking town an asshole?”

“You included?” Tank smirks.

You stick your tongue out at him and flop back into the seat.

“Do you want me to do something about it?” Tank asks, glancing over at you. “I can say something about it.”

“Oh god,” you groan. “That just sounds pathetic. It makes me sound like a whiny little brat!” You shake your head. “No. Last thing I want you to do is say anything at all about this.”

“I think it’s immature of anyone,” he replies. “Acting this way towards someone. Not just that, but they way they did it was disgusting.”

You nod and glare at your reflection. “I’m not holding back then. If they want to act this way then I’m going to use the full gamut of my decorations. If they have an issue with it, then fine, they don’t have to use my services when they’re loved ones die.”

Tank grins. “I’m shocked, love,” he growls. He reaches out, his thick, rough hand grabs you thigh and squeezes it. “You’re only doing this now.”

You smirk and lean back, enjoying his warm, callused palm on your thigh. “Right?” You purr. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He drops you off at your house and walks you to the door. As he stoops down to kiss you his back pops and he grimaces.

“Want to come in?” You offer. “I got that coffee stout you seemed to enjoy last time” You unlock your door and lead him inside.

Tank grunts as he stands up. “I really should get going, love.”

“Well, boo,” you frown. You unbutton your shirt and flash him right there on your stoop. “Dream a little dream of me later, then.”

Tank growls, his lip curling around his tusk. “Fucking bitch.”

You smirk and close your shirt back around you. “That’s the whole point.” You stand on tiptoe, kissing his neck. “Have a good evening old man.” You say to him as you walk inside. 

You spend a good portion of your evening gathering decorations to take to the mortuary in the morning. You had all sorts of things you had been saving for your own personal use, but now, you were going to give the place the full haunted house treatment. Skeletons, cobwebs, old wine bottles with creepy labels stuck to them. You weren’t holding back.

The next day when you arrive to work you find new pumpkins waiting for you as well as some gnarled and weird gourds, and a small stack of hay bales. You smile, already planning how you would thank Tank later. 

You set to decorating, placing some skeletons outside with your repaired scarecrow. You add new lights and set up glowing pumpkins in the windows. You had cobwebs to every corner and chucks plastic spiders into their like confetti. Soon, you were pleased with how everything looked.