Teeny little fic between Sock and a twitter oomfs Medic oc.
I dont write often or plan to.
They/them pronouns are Sock
He/Him pronouns are Hermann
"Bright outside."
A soft voice murmured inside a dingy, small motel room. Walls coated with stains, burns and flytraps. The owner, stood in front of curtained windows, the light peeking from the cracks. Their sunkissed freckles shone in the dim light. "Grand."
Their partner stirred in their shared bed. "Mm. Ja. Too early for my liking."
His massive frame turning over to face away from the few spots of sunlight.
"Thats because you were on the lash last night. Quite fierce." They chuckled, as their hungover lover let out grumble of a half-assed argument.
In a few seconds he was greeted with their small body laying on his side. "Needy kleine katze." He murmured, flopping over in his back and letting them onto his vast stomach.
"Maybe i am. But whos to say you dont enjoy me being a blanket, eh?" They propped their elbows against his chest and chin in their hands.
"Besides, i get so very little time with you."
A silence cut through the motel room, and both could swear they heard some roaches in the walls.
"Ja. I wish we could retire so-"
"What then? Im certain if we did our teams would go after us... free targets. easy targets... no respawn and-"
He immediately leaned up into a sitting position, wrapping his large muscular arms around their slender waist. "Nein. No. Dont even think about that, alright? You have too much to worry about as is. Bitte."
Brushing a few half curls of their red mullet away from their scarred face. Their hazel eyes staring up at him and away for a few seconds.
"Not yet. You deserve so much but i know its hard to adjust to." He scooped them up higher and placed an arm under them, before standing up and rummaging around for the few snacks they had brought.
"I dont know what happened to you, liebe. But i want to make sure you never have to experience it. Never again."
"But-"
"Nein. Not today."
He opened the fridge to half a loaf of day old soda-bread, and prepped it just the way his lover enjoyed it. Warm, buttered and with a large glass of water.
"Today we rest, alright? We have so little time together." He pressed his chin against the top of their ginger locks and sighed, as his lover ate. "I promise we can discuss this tomorrow."
"Herm?"
"Ja, Bo?"
"Ich liebe dich. No matter what."
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touching ten, Asheera and Shadowheart
Ooooh I was secretly hoping someone would send this one in... Thanks for the request, anon! 💜
Breaky time for me once more. I should be back later to fill in the prompts that are left!
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Touching 10 (spooning at night) feat. my half-orc trans fem OC whom I love deeply. CW for some fingering smut because we embrace joy here.
The unsubtle grinding behind Shadowheart caught her from the brink of sleep, arms wrapped around her chest drifting up.
"Awake?" she muttered.
Asheera's hand answered by palming her bare breast atop their bed in the suites of the Elfsong. All of Shadowheart could fit just against her chest, curled up into her lover's body. She nestled back, trying to shift herself in rhythm with Asheera's movements.
"Are you actually awake or is this some nocturnal moment?" Shadowheart asked.
Asheera chuckled against the back of her head. "Think I gave myself away there?"
"Something else might have given you away." Shadowheart shifted herself up, brushing the curves of her lower back along Asheera's half-hard length. "Want me to...?"
"No. Can't really. Grind feels good." Asheera kissed the back of her head, her careful palming of Shadowheart's chest dipping down her stomach. "Just want to feel you."
"I think that's a reasonable arrangement," Shadowheart breathed as fingertips played at her bush.
Neither of them saw a need to sleep in clothing anymore. Not when it was this warm at night. It was pleasant, freeing even. Better was the fact that Asheera could slide two fingers down through hair, the arch at the apex lingering against the flesh hiding her clit. Two fingers on either side of her.
Massaging her lips gently, working her slowly into breathy little moans. Comfortable shapes that didn't ruin her, not like their hardest nights, but instead molded a pleasant heat in her chest that dripped down to her core.
Her cunt begged for those fingers after only a few minutes of kisses on the back of her neck. A touch to her breast. Asheera, despite what she said, continued stroking herself on the curve of Shadowheart's back.
"Feel good?" she asked breathily.
"Always," Asheera muttered. Her fingers parted Shadowheart's lips. "Feel good?"
"Yes." Shadowheart had to force her eyes closed as two huge, long, gargantuan, perfect fingers slid into her. "Gods, yes."
"Love when you're like this."
Shadowheart meant to answer in kind, but Asheera's fingers curled up and against the sensitive wall that jolted Shadowheart's legs awake. Nerves thought dormant flared to life instantly. Joined by a growl and a tusk across the back of her neck, Asheera's palm dragged across her clit now unhidden, budding with heat.
The repetitive, simple strokes of fingers and palm forced Shadowheart deeper into Asheera's back. So deep she thought they'd join together. Whether Asheera found some release, Shadowheart didn't care.
She was too busy flexing muscles, tightening around Asheera. Easy circles and curls of those fingers scored her deep. Caused her to clench without thinking. Every inch of her body hungered for palm and fingers. Two that became three, stretching her wide enough to cry out.
Between moans, Shadowheart tried to speak. "If you don't... I'll kill you in your sleep."
"If I don't what, love?" asked a gruff, husky Asheera. Sleep cut her voice to stone.
"Make me," Shadowheart breathed, "come."
Three fingers answered without a voice to match. One palm brushed her in sync with the rhythm that was crippling her thoughts. Breaking her to pieces.
Turning her into a wet mess that wanted more.
Needed more.
Needed everything until stars flashed behind her eyes, rolled back into her head, and her entire body buzzed until it was numb. Numb, overly sensitive, and desperate for those fingers to stay inside.
More.
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My Celestial Sweetheart
Above of the universe,
An ethereal rain descends
A cosmic shower, not like any earths.
A dance of light that should never ends.
Each droplet a tiny comet,
A messenger from distant realms,
That carries secrets we've not met,
And knowledge that overwhelms.
As it falls, it paints the etheric night,
With hues of purple, pink and blue,
A cosmic canvas of pure delight,
That fills our souls anew
Now I'm going to kiss you
-Azalea
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