Dec 20, 2019
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moritz masturbation fic
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fuck it
moritz masturbation fic
Hey,,,, idk if your still doing this but 69 (hah) with marthritz? Please?
here it is, finally!!! thanks for your patience!! with quarantine and stuff i should be able to finish this thing if my teachers lay off the projects. have some marthiz to clear your skin and keep u sane <3
69. Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
tw: past rape/abuse and flashbacks
wc: 588
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Martha can’t help but giggle as Moritz’s lips brush her neck.
“Tickles?” He asks, his mouth barely leaving her skin. She nods and runs a hand through his hair that seems to stick up no matter what.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Martha sighs and almost immediately cringes at her own bluntness.
“Uh, can’t be longer than I’ve wanted this.”
Martha likes this new, happier Moritz. It’s been almost three months since she’d seen him; he’d been whisked off somewhere after he tried to off himself. Not even Melchior was sure where. It wasn’t until tonight at Melchior’s back to school party that Martha saw Moritz again. He was still the sad soulful sleepyhead she remembered, but something had changed. He didn’t seem so miserable and exhausted; a new lively aura radiated from him. It was almost as if he’d shed a part of himself when he tried to take his life.
“I’ve wanted this since I found out what intimacy was,” Martha challenges, her breath hitching when Moritz finds a sensitive spot on her neck. Now they were in a guest room (they had been careful not to go to Melchior’s room) and the music playing was muffled behind the door, a dim lamp the only light.
“I’ve wanted this since,” he stops to find her lips again, kissing them sweetly. “I, uh, held your hand in fifth grade.”
Martha takes the moment to kiss along Moritz’s jawline, as he’s briefly detached himself from her neck. This elicits a soft moan from him which brings heat to Martha’s cheeks. He brings his hand to the small of her back, his touch gentle and soft.
“How far are we going?” Moritz whispers, lips brushing her ear. It’s both adorable and very hot at the same time, Martha has to suppress a gasp.
“I-I don’t know,” Martha sputters, her heart speeding up. Were they going to have sex? Would Moritz be upset if she told him no? Question after question flashes across her mind and only stopped when she feels Moritz gently take her hands in his, grounding her.
“Martha, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” His dark eyes shine in the dimly-lit room, sincere and kind. The feelings of dread begin to subside.
“Oh God I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m honestly fine with whatever you want to do! We could stop now if you want, I seriously don’t want you to be uncomfortable or freak out because I know that-”
Martha has to cut off his string of apologies, sweet as they are, before he feels any worse. “Could you just hold me? And kiss me again and tell me all the sweet things you were telling me?”
A small grin spreads over Moritz’s face. “Like, right now?”
Martha nods, “Sure! If you want.”
Moritz gently places his hand on her shoulder and the two get closer, slowly moving back to where they were. He closes his eyes, waiting for Martha’s cue to kiss again, but instead is met with a slow kiss to each of his eyelids. Moritz makes a low noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, that causes him to clap his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Martha giggles at how cute he is. Moritz’s arms wrap around Martha’s frame and he kisses her nose after a moment. The pair hold each other like that for a while, listening to each other’s breath. Martha can’t imagine she’ll ever be unhappy again.
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Prompt List
Dude... do you have any soft dwsa head-cannons of couples just being cute and happy (even if they’re trans or deaf or just not like Melchiwhore) I’m literally so sad right now. My nonbinary ass is tired as hell/ emotionally and physically exhausted. I just want to hear your cute dwsa couple headcannons. Idc which couples tbh
Of course my dear!! Sorry this took so long, here are some of my favorite ships ft no smellchior.
so josey and i came up with the wonderful idea of ernitz and marthanna having brunch together and mo and ernst are so tall, martha and anna feel like they’re in the land of the giants.
I have a hc that martha and anna kissed for the first time at prom during this one frank ocean song that im forgetting the name of
Hanschen bought Ernst his first binder at the end of high school :’)
Moritz kissed martha for the first time on the swings in third grade. She ran away after.
Anna goes to Thea’s softball/basketball games because she’s high key crushing on her but has no idea how to talk to her. Thea starts to notice and looks forward to seeing this cute girl in the stands and her teammates hype her up to talk to her eventually.
You know that Ernst brings Moritz flowers on their first date and Moritz almost falls over, he’s so blushy and doesn’t know what to do. Ernst was already nervous about this and he starts apologizing and Mo is like no it’s fine I’m sorry.
Georg tries to bake for his bf Otto but the smoke alarm goes off and it’s a disaster. Otto thinks it’s hilarious but Georg feels bad so they go to a bakery and get cupcakes and otto pretends like Georg made them
If Georg and thea dated they would start off pretending to hate each other. Like Thea makes fun of everyone, right? It’s just her. Georg is bros with Hanschen and he brings Georg over and Thea’s like ew why would you bring nerdy mcnerdface into our house. So Georg sets out to show her that he’s the smartiest. they’re both in ap english and Georg starts to attack every point she makes. they have battles during socratic seminars and thus, a rivalry begins. one time Georg comes over when Hanschen isn’t home yet and he and Thea argue over something stupid and then they start making out angrily and that’s that.
Ernst will wake Hanschen up on nights he finds especially beautiful and beg him to come outside and look at them. This could be a gorgeous, warm summer night, but Ernst also does this in the dead of winter and if Hanschen didn’t love him so damn much it would be really irritating. More often than not Ernst convinces Hansi to join him, and the night is always just as beautiful as Ernst insists.
Moritz loves having his hair played with. You bet that whoever you ship him with does that for him.
73 mortha, BUT plot twist martha is taller than moritz
hell yeah dude here we go
wc: 800 something tw: past abuse, light smut
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Moritz was shorter than his girlfriend. Not by much, since Moritz himself was about 5’7, but it was enough to get teased by his friends and her on occasion. However, he didn’t mind, especially since Martha thought it was adorable. The truth was, Martha and Moritz had kept each other alive since the seventh grade; it made perfect sense for them to be together. Living in their own apartment, just the two of them, where the only physical contact was gentle and soft, had made their relationship flourish. Moritz couldn’t remember a happier time in his life.
His breath hitches when he hears Martha emerge from their bedroom. Moritz doesn’t need to turn around to know she looks absolutely gorgeous, but he does anyway. Martha’s wearing that velvet green dress she knows Moritz likes. It hugs her body in all the right places and makes her legs go on for miles. She has that dark red lipstick on and Moritz smiles and feels his face get hot, just like it did the first time he took her on a date.
“You look exquisite,” he manages to get out. Even though Moritz is wearing a suit and tie up too, he suddenly he feels underdressed.
“And you look dashing.” Moritz’s knees buckle a little; he can’t help it when Martha smiles at him like that.
“Are you going to tell me why we’re going to such a fancy place in the middle of the week?”
Moritz doesn’t expect Martha to remember, but September 20th is the first time they kissed. It was the first day of sixth grade, a year before they became close, and in a burst of self-confidence, Moritz kissed her on the swingset. Martha kissed him back, only for a moment before he pulled away. He had run from her after, but he wrote down every moment of the event in his journal.
“Can’t I treat my wonderful girlfriend because I feel like it?”
Martha smiles again and comes closer to him. Moritz has to look up at her slightly; in her heels she’s much taller than him. He’s overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her and gets on his tip toes. Martha giggles; he’s still not tall enough to reach her lips. Moritz starts blushing again and starts to pull away, but Martha stoops down and captures his lips. He sighs and moves his hands to her waist, the green velvet soft under his fingertips. Martha nips at his lower lip slightly, a move she knows makes him melt. Her fingers are tangled in Moritz’s hair and he instinctively moves them toward the couch. He wants to touch Martha’s hair, but she’s done it so nice; he would hate to mess it up. She guides Moritz to the couch and he lays down so she can straddle him. Martha grinds her hips into him and her thigh bumps the box in his pocket. Moritz sits up so fast that his head starts spinning.
“Sorry! Did I hurt you?” Martha’s still panting a little and Moritz wants nothing more than to pull her back on top of him. His hand flies to the box, hoping Martha didn’t notice it. It had been agony to keep quiet about the ring, especially when it was on his person.
“It’s beautiful!” Wendla sighed, her eyes shining like the diamond Moritz held.
“She’s gonna love it, Mo. I can’t believe you’re asking her!” Ernst was equally mesmerized by the rock. Moritz could see tears in his eyes and tried not to tear up himself. “Please, you’re just excited that you have another reason to bug Hanschen about proposing.”
Ernst chuckled. “No, really. One minute you were kissing her on the playground and now you’re gonna get married.”
“And next we’ll be attending each other’s funerals,” Wendla added. Ernst rolled his eyes.
“Time really flies,” Moritz mused, trying to think of how he could pop the question without dropping the ring or embarrassing himself in some other way.
“Uh, no! You didn’t hurt me, I was just thinking we could save this for after dinner.” Moritz slowly ran his finger up Martha’s thigh which made her shiver in delight. It took every ounce of self control Moritz had to not pull her back into him.
He watched, mesmerized as Martha fixed her hair and dress in the hallway mirror. She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect for him. Moritz couldn’t believe he was fortunate enough to spend the rest of his life with such an amazing woman. Martha turned around and walked over to Moritz who was still sitting on the couch. She bent down again to kiss him again and he brought a hand up to her face.
“Ready?”
Moritz smiled and gingerly touched the box again. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
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your morthritz/mortha fic gives me so much life i can’t even explain (i reblogged it from mortharights lmao)
Asfjjfjjh thank you!!! It’s one of my favs too. im glad to donate to a noble cause; the under appreciated mortha😩😤👊😫
DO A MARTHA X MORITZ FANFIC AND MAKE THEM HAPPY PLS THEY DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD
hdhjdfshgdsfghfgdh this took so long im v sorry @catholizism but here’s the marthiz you deserve.
WC: 2700
TW: mentions of abuse, cursing a little
She was five when she first met him. They were in the same kindergarten class and he was the only other deaf kid. She saw him by himself at lunch, so she cautiously approached him.
“Hi,” she waved to him nervously. He didn’t respond, only stared back at her with wide eyes. “Are you by yourself?” she asked, hoping he could understand her.
“Yes” he finally responded with a nod.
“Can I sit with you?” she asked.
“Ok” she breathed a sigh of relief and sat next to him.
“I’m M-A-R-T-H-A, Martha” she signed.
“M-O-R-I-T-Z, Moritz”Moritz. Martha was already enamored with him and decided it was time to pop the question.
“Do you want to be best friends?” Moritz’s eyes lit up. He’d never had a best friend before, this was so exciting. “Yes!
They played together that day at recess, and every day after that. They would push each other on the swings and play hopscotch, or just sit inside and have tea parties.
That continued until first grade, when Melchior Gabor transferred to their school. His mama was deaf so he knew how to sign and he and Moritz immediately became best friends. Martha was sad for a while, but then she met a new girl named Wendla who was also deaf. Wendla was very sweet, just like Moritz, and she was very good at cat’s cradle. Martha was glad she would still have someone to have tea parties with.
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In sixth grade, Martha was assigned to do a science project with Moritz. She knew he’d probably forgotten about kindergarten and what good friends they were, but she was glad she’d have an excuse to talk to him again.
“What’s that?” Moritz asked while she was looking up the phases of the moon. He was pointing to the bruise on her arm. She quickly pulled her sleeve down and shook her head.
“It’s nothing, I just hit it on a table yesterday” She knew she wasn’t supposed to talk about what went on in her house, as terrible as it was. Luckily, he left the subject alone after that. The next day, she noticed a bruise on his shoulder, by his neck.
“How’d that happen?” she asked. Was his papa beating him too?
“It’s, um” he struggled for a minute, before hastily signing, “Nothing. It’s fine”. Martha hoped his papa didn’t do to him what Martha’s papa did to her. He couldn’t, Moritz wasn’t the same down there as she was. Still, she prayed that night that he wasn’t being beaten. Moritz was the sweetest, handsomest, most wonderful boy she knew. He was the last person that deserved to be treated so horribly.
Martha and Moritz got an A on their project, and he was so happy to get a good grade for once that he kissed her cheek. He flushed and ran away as soon as he did, but Martha found herself gingerly touching the spot he had kissed for days after.
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In 10th grade, Martha told her girlfriends about her crush on Moritz Stiefel. She didn’t understand how they all found Melchior so much better. Melchior wasn’t sweet or sensitive like Moritz. Moritz was kind and safe and secure. Melchior ws like fire, angry and unpredictable. She already had enough of that at home.
Moritz had grown taller and handsomer as they had gone through high school. Although they never talked except for smiles in the hallways, Martha felt things for him that no one else made her feel. She liked to imagine him coming to her window in the middle of the night and taking her far, far away from here, to a little cottage somewhere where they would be happy and safe. Being loved by Moritz Stiefel seemed nearly impossible, but still she hoped.
A few weeks later, Martha finally told her friends the truth about what happened at home. She couldn’t blame the girls for how they reacted. Anna insisted that Martha stayed at her house, but Martha didn’t want to be anyone’s charity case. She was fine the way she was, there was no need for her friends to baby her. Still, she wished it was different. She thought about running away like Ilse did. Still, would that be any better than home? Fending for herself at the hands of people possibly worse than her father?
After she told her friends, it seemed to be one thing after another. Wendla asked Melchior to beat her like Martha’s father did to her, then Wendla called Martha crying and hung up and never spoke about it again. The final straw was when Moritz tried to kill himself.
“Moritz has been absent all week” Martha remarked, as casually as she could at lunch one day. Her friends’ looks suddenly darkened.
“You haven’t heard? Moritz is in the hospital. He tried to kill himself” Anna signed the last part hesitantly, as though mentioning it may strike her down as well. Martha suddenly felt sick to her stomach and dizzy.
“I can’t believe how selfish he was. Who would do that to their parents? And to Melchior?” Thea signed. Martha wanted to rip her throat out, how could she be so insensitive? More importantly, how could she think about Melchior right now?
The bell rang and the girls hurried off to class. Anna stayed behind to hug Martha sympathetically before leaving. Martha didn’t go to class. She knew exactly what she had to do and she needed to do it now.
Martha walked home and grabbed her bike and rode to the hospital as fast as her legs would go. She locked it up, her hands shaking, before running inside.
“I need to see Moritz Stiefel” she croaked out. Martha hated how her voice sounded, even when she had her hearing aids in, but it didn’t matter right now.
“I’m sorry, he’s not taking visitors right now” the clerk responded, a fake sweetness in her tone.
“You don’t understand, I’m a friend of his and I need to see him” Martha begged. She needed to know the boy who mattered most to her was ok.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t let you do that. I assure you he’ll be ok, I’ll let him know you stopped by” Martha felt anger surge inside of her and ran out, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Martha cried and cried as she rode home, her heart drumming in her ears. What the hell would she do now?
It wasn’t until that evening, still weeping on her bedroom floor, that Martha had the courage to do what she needed to. She heard her father slam the front door shut, the school probably told him she had skipped the last half of school. Her wrists still hurt so bad from where he held her hands last night as he forced himself inside her. Martha couldn’t do it again, it needed to stop. Her throat was tight and her heart pounded away as she threw what little she wanted to keep into a knapsack. She grabbed the letter she wrote earlier that day before slipping out her window.
Martha ran and ran until she was out of breath, and then she kept running. She bought a train ticket to Karlsburg, a town three hours away. The next train wouldn’t be here for another house, so Martha wandered over to 7/11. Martha left ten minutes later, a slushie in her hand and some snacks shoved into her bag, and was sure she was hallucinating when she saw a girl she hadn’t heard from in over a year. Ilse Neumann was leaning against the wall, all in white, like some kind of phantom. A cigarette dangled from her deep red lips, and she looked so magical Martha
Thought for sure it was her imagination until Ilse’s eyes fluttered up to look at her.
“Martha?” Ilse signed in disbelief.
“Ilse?” Martha took a step toward her, still reeling.
“My god!!” Ilse rushed to Martha’s arms, the first human contact that Marth had felt in ages that she had enjoyed.
“What are you doing here?” Martha couldn’t believe that the bubbly, kindred girl who had vanished years ago was really here.
“Couldn’t sleep. I like to listen to the trains when my head is cloudy. What about you? How have you been? Are you going somewhere?”
“Not the best. Are you still living with those artists?”
“Yes. They’re a wild bunch, always dressing me up and painting me. We get drunk and dance all night, and I’m a model! But it’s-” She stopped herself, and her face got more serious.
“It’s great. I’m great. Are you still living at home?” Ilse asked, trying to move the conversation away from her personal life.
“No. That’s where I’m going, actually. Today was the last straw, I should have left a long time ago” Martha was ashamed to say that she had run away from her problem but Ilse only smiled.
“That’s wonderful, Martha. Where will you go?”
“My Aunts, Leonie and Antonia, live in Karlsburg. I don’t know if they’ll let me stay because I haven’t seen them in years because my parents don’t approve. But I’m hoping” Martha tried not to consider the possibility of being turned away.
“Do you want to come with me? I’m sure my aunts wouldn’t mind, they’re very sweet and understanding” Truthfully, Martha wasn’t entirely sure they would. But Ilse knew how to survive, she was sure they could survive if they were together.
“Thanks, but you know I couldn’t” Martha understood. Ilse Neumann could not be detained. Like the wind, she never stayed in one place. Too much had happened in her life for her to have rules or parents.
Ilse stayed with Martha until her train came. They talked about how life was when they were little, and how it had changed, and how they hoped it would be.
“Ilse, could you do something for me?” Martha asked, a few minutes before her train came.
“Anything” Martha pulled the letter out of her backpack.
“Give this to Moritz when you see him next. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever see him again and I need him to know everything. He needs to know that, that I-” Martha started to cry and couldn’t continue. Ilse held her until the train arrived.
“You always have a home with me, Martha” Ilse told Martha as they waited for the train to pull out. Martha was sitting in the window, holding Ilse’s hamd. She thought they looked like two lovers parting in an old movie. “If it doesn’t work out with your aunts, or if you ever find yourself with nowhere to stay, come find me. I’m never far from here” Martha didn’t try to stop the tears as she said goodbye.
“Thank you Ilse. Good luck”
“And to you”
Martha drifted in and out of sleep all night, and cried again when daylight came through the window as they pulled into Karlsburg. She was going to be ok, she would be safe now.
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Martha didn’t see Moritz again until she was twenty. She was on a trip with her college friends to Berlin and she did a double take when he walked by her. They both stopped dead and stared at each other for what felt like hours before he signed,
“Martha?”
“Yes. It it really you Moritz?” she asked. This felt like something out of a dream.
“Yes! My god, you’ve gotten so beautiful” As soon as he said it Moritz started blushing just like he did in sixth grade.
“And your hair, it’s” He couldn’t find the words and only gestured to her dark locks that didn’t curl past her ears.
“I cut the braids off after I left” Martha clarified, smiling at the memory.
“It looks great”
“Thank you. You want to get coffee or something?” she offered. He smiled and Martha felt like she might faint, he was so cute.
“Sure!”
Martha gazed in wonder at Moritz as he told her how he ran away with Ilse the day he graduated. The two of them had been all over Europe and stayed with a millionaire in his mansion and poisoned him so he was sick all night before running off with one of his maids, who Ilse was in love with. They had stayed with an insane woman who had human remains in her fridge and gotten arrested at protests. It sounded amazing. Martha told him about how she stayed with her aunts and how they got her parents locked up for good, how she was going to school to be a business major and was the top of her class. She told him all about how she’d been to abuse groups and how good it felt to heal from it all and about the rock concerts her college friends took her to, how amazing the vibration and the sensory overload was.
He was walking her back to her hotel wen he brought up the letter she’d given him so many years ago.
“Do you remember the letter you wrote me? That Ilse gave me after you left?”
“Oh my god, yes!” she felt her face heat up. Everything she said in that letter was still true, but what if Moritz didn’t feel the same?
“I read it every night” he started. Martha smiled and was about to tell him how silly she sounded in it but he started signing quickly, like he did when he was nervous.
“I never showed anyone but I kept it with me wherever Ilse and I went. It felt so wonderful to hear from you, I missed you so much. I was always in love with you, Martha. From the day I met you in kindergarten. I know this is so stupid and you probably on’t still love me, but I needed to tell you. I thought I’d never see you again” Martha stood there, speechless, trying to find something to tell him.
“Crap, I shouldn’t have said all that, I’m sorry” Martha still couldn’t find anything so she did what her whole body was itching to do. She rose up on her toes to connect their lips. He bent down and put his hand on her cheek. She felt an amazing warmth start at her head and move it’s way down through her body as she smiled into the kiss.
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Martha was 26 when Moritz asked her to marry him. They were living in Munich where Martha had gone to college. They bought an apartment together after she graduated and lived right down the hall from Ilse and Patty, the servant of the wealthy man who had run away with them so many year sago. Martha knew it was going to happen because there was a not on the table at Ilse’s that said to Moritz that the ring was ready to b picked up. Martha decided she’d play coy until later. The couple went to the restaurant Moritz and Martha went on their first date. Moritz barely touched his dinner because he was so nervous. He finally asked her at the end of dinner and of course Martha said yes.
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Martha was 28 when they finally had enough money to get married. It was in the spring and Ilse and Patty were invited, along Martha’s aunts, and their friends from high school and college. It was beautiful, even though Moritz dropped the rings at one point. That night when they drove away, still in their wedding clothes, Moritz said he had a surprise for her. He took her to a little cottage in the woods he’d been preparing. It was secluded and just big enough for the two of them. Moritz said Martha could put her flowers in the boxes under the window and paint the rooms whatever color she wanted. Martha couldn’t do anything except thank him through her happy tears.
That night, she watched Moritz sleeping peacefully, nose to nose. The moonlight danced on the bedsheets and she could hear the little brook skipping over the rocks. Martha couldn’t have been happier as she dozed off next to the man she had always loved.