My first (and ridiculously late) contribution to oc kiss week, a platonic kiss between my argonian Swerg and @commander-shakarian’s lovely redguard Yarah! Grumpy murder babes. ♥
This is from the fic Kay wrote [ To Next We Meet ] that I absolutely love! I made Yarah an outfit inspired by the dark brotherhood armour (and perhaps a little bit assassin’s creed??), I hope I did her justice!
Formatted from Cherubplay. Credit also goes to @ominousinsomniac.
After a hard breakup that had taken its toll and its sweet time fading from memory, Seculus had gone to IHOP with Ivory to get his mind as far off things as he could manage with some half-decent food and simply being somewhere that didn’t bring back overly fond memories. They’d been unlucky enough to cross paths with his ex, a beautiful, literal angel who’d broken up with him for...well.....it was a long story, to say the least. She’d been staring at the two of them for the past ten minutes, as Seculus tried to choke down a plate of pancakes and ignore his pounding heart. A few other lines of conversation and attempts to ignore her had led to Seculus on the verge of tears, claiming he could never be happy again and searching her mind for any trace of hope. Ivory got him to laugh with a stupid inside joke that only the two of them understood. He stifled laughter with his fist and a shaky smile, and she smiled back. "There's that little bit of happiness I was looking for~."
"...alright, you got lucky. But it's probably not going to happen again."
"I'll keep trying." Ivory glanced over at 'her’ table, her voice going quiet once more. "She's staring again. Even more than before."
I looked over. Stared right back. "....well, she can go ahead and do that."
Ivory kept her eyes on me. "....I know something that would really piss her off...but you might be against it."
"What is it?"
"....May I kiss you?" She whispered.
"......." I thought about it. Well....it was for a 'good cause', she was the one proposing it, and, after all, it wasn't for explicitly romantic purposes..... Right, just tell yourself that all you want. You want to make out with her more than that stupid bird wants to climb into 'her’ hair. ...you know what? Fuck you, I'm doing it. I pulled her towards me and kissed her.
When I grabbed her, she gasped slightly. When I kissed her, she returned it. Well she certainly didn't expect /this/, but she wasn't complaining. Her arms wrapped tightly around my body. Better at least make it look like we want to kiss because they're a couple and not to make an ex-girlfriend jealous.
......this is nice. And neither of us are drunk, either. I....didn't let go quite yet.
Her hands moved to my hair, and her fingers ran through it. This was nice. This was really nice. Just a little bit longer. That wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
No. It won't. No harm done. Liar. Shut up. I moved my hands from her head to her waist.
She felt the warmness of my breath met her cold, mint-flavored one. It was an odd sensation, one she wasn't sure of or not. Either way, this wasn't stopping her. She reached over, slipped my glasses off his face gently, and held them in her hand. Lets make things a bit easier for us.
Oh. There go my glasses. The foreign cold was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one. ...also odd is the fact that the last time I kissed someone for this long, it was Calypso. ....that's disgusting. But I have no intention of hurting Ivory. I love her. ...yes, I admit it. I love her. I held her closer, closing my eyes, a bit unwillingly since I didn't want to stop looking into her beautiful eyes.
She slowly closed her eyes as well, and moved a bit closer. By closer, that meant onto my lap. Was this too much? Possibly. Who cares? Well, she did, if I didn't want it. If this was too much for me, she would happily let go. She didn't want me uncomfortable. She wanted my happiness.
No. It's not too much. It's just enough...it's all I need. Zane isn't talking to her anyways. So does it really matter? But even now, I can't quite be happy....because I still feel guilty. Just pretend it's okay. Just for a few minutes. I moved my hands back upwards and stroked her neck with my thumb.
She felt my hands gently move against her neck. Her breath hitched against my lips, she shuddered slightly, and she almost swallowed her mint. That didn't stop her from the kiss. In fact it made her want it more.
....is this wrong? Well....she's already interested. I took a quick breath through my nose so I wouldn't have to let go and slipped my tongue between her teeth.
Oh. Well. This was a bit out of her experience level. Well, there was always a first for everything. No harm in this. She did the same, but also made sure her mint didn't fall into my mouth. That would be a story to tell.
I don't know how I knew what I was doing. Seth, maybe? Whatever it was, for once, I was grateful for the experience. I caught the mint with my tongue and tugged it into my mouth.
Did I just- Yes. I did. The corners of her mouth attempted a smile, and she held me a bit tighter. Well then. Looks like for once she learned from the student. Or in this case, the daughter learned from the father.
I let out a muffled laugh. Well, I sure don't feel forty. Is Anndrea still staring? ...I don't care. I genuinely don't care. She never helped me anyways. Or, at least, not in the ways that counted. Making me suppress my emotions, my pain, and my cold? How had that ever helped me? It hadn't. Exactly. Ivory accepted me. I wrapped my hands in her hair.
Her smile slightly grew. Well, it tried to. It was slightly hard to do with someone else's tongue in her mouth. Well, not just anyone's tongue. Seculus's. His tongue. Speaking of which, as much as she hated to say it, we probably should take this somewhere else. At least before ‘she’ came over and ripped them to pieces. Especially her. She didn't want to pull away, but...
....ah. I understand. I let go, taking a deep breath and sucking on my newly acquired mint as I smiled at her. I picked up the receipt, pocketed it, and walked outside with her. I held her hand, and not once did I look back at ‘her’.
When I let go, she slowly moved off me, and stood up. She smiled back at him and giggled as whatever lipstick she had on her lips was now smeared across his own. She took my hand, and as we walked out, flashed a smile to 'her’ as well. Words couldn't describe exactly the expression on 'her’ face, but it was a mixture of anger, jealousy, and disbelief all in one.
I would take her word for it. I wiped the lipstick on my sleeve, and, thankfully, it blended in. I kept walking further and further away from the restaurant, and from ‘her’, and I didn’t stop.
Yay for OC Kissing Week! Just messy sketches but I really wanted to do SOMETHING!
Sona Adaar with @xfreischutz Eremes because everyone kiss that cutie <3
Sylvia Hawke with @kisu-no-hi Garret Hawke because she would totally have a crush on him
Sirin Tabris with @orokay Artemesia Mahariel probably 3 seconds before this
Today’s the last day for that oc kiss week thing, ain’t it? Of course, I didn’t want to miss it and I wanted to write a lil’ short thing between @archimedes-yes‘s Medic and my Sniper. This was also an excuse to have my Sniper kiss a very cute oc and I wanted to surprise you! B ^))
Finally, the day’s battle was over. The sun had begun to set and the sky had turned into different pastel shades of pinks and purples and tinges of reds. Jens the Medic holstered his medigun to the side of the pack and fixed the hem of his sweater. Everyone was heading back to base to celebrate but the Medic himself was thinking of returning to his Med Bay to brew a cup of hot coffee and get all cozy with a nice book. Jens was the only one left on the field, making sure he had everything with him before heading back. Or, so he thought he was the only one remaining there.
The field had several deserted, wooden buildings with broken windows and holes blasted into them from stray missiles and grenades. Looking at them now did kind of leave an unsettled feeling in the Doctor. The cold wind whistled past him and sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get back to his bay, especially after hearing one of the buildings creak.
Wait, creak? No, it must be because they were aging and the planks were shifting. Or... Was someone else besides himself here, still? He tried to swallow, but it felt like there was a lump stuck in his throat. Paranoia set in and he had to leave immediately. Jens tried to pick up his pace a bit but he heard it again; another wooden squeak. It wasn’t long before he went into a sprint but before he knew it, someone or something grabbed him by the wrist and pull him into one of the buildings.
The Medic yelped in surprise and cowered, rolling his head down and trying to make himself appear smaller. His body shook and his captor grabbed for both of his shoulders.
“Quit it, it’s just me.” A familiar, Australian voice spoke.
Hesitantly, he looked up and saw him. That Sniper, Walter Jones. Though it had become darker outside and it was harder to see him in the building he pulled him in, he could make some parts of his face thanks to the lit cigarette that dangled from his lips. It flickered and lit up his icy blue eyes and some parts of his aging face. Everyone on his team avoided him and he avoided them. All except for this Medic he grew fond of. He was infamous for his ill-temper and ill intentions, especially when it came to photography.
A rough and brutal man with no respect for anyone or common human decency. It seemed like he wanted to prove himself that he was the alpha male whenever around other men, no matter what size, shape, or age they were.
But with this Doctor... With Jens, he was... kind of different. He suddenly fell to his backside, bringing Jens down with him and pulling him in his lap facing him. The Doctor made a short, surprised noise and instinctively placed his hands on his shoulders and Walter moved his hands to Jens’ waist. The sun had completely disappeared and the moon hung over in the sky. The light emitting from the orb poured in through the broken window and into the dusty room, allowing the two to see each other more clearly.
Jens had somewhat mixed feelings for the Sniper. With their first few encounters, he was subjected to some horrible things he wish he could forget. Even though he did show some fear for the man, even now, he couldn’t help but... enjoy his touch sometimes. He know he shouldn’t, but he did.
Almost suddenly, he turned his head and coughed awkwardly. Walter moved one of his hands to take his cigarette out of his mouth and burnt it out on the floor.
“Still can’t handle my smoking?”
“I’m... s.. sorry..” The Medic replied meekly.
The Sniper’s hand reached for his face next and pulled off his mask, setting it off to the side.
“I ain’t too fond of you always coverin’ your face with that thing. I can’t see your eyes.”
Jens’ chest felt as if it has started to tighten a bit. His cheeks turned to a crimson shade of red and his ears began to burn. It wasn’t even just his touch that got to him, it was the way he spoke. He liked it when he spoke to him this way and he liked it when he spoke dirtier things to him. No matter how awful he was and how awful he was for him, he couldn’t help himself but melt in his hands.
Walter pulled him closer into his lap and pressed his face onto the top of his head.
“Your hair is real soft.” He spoke softly.
“I like it.”
his hands moved to his back as if he was now holding him in a hug. He moved his head and looked down at the Doctor.
“Look at me. Tilt your head up, I want to see your face again.”
Obediently, he looked up at him. The Sniper’s eyes examined his face for a moment or two before he pressed his chapped lips against his. This kiss... felt different from all the other times he had kissed him. They were usually forced and rough but this time, he was... more gentle. Sure, his teeth clacked against his a little but other than that, the kiss felt genuine and loving. Jens’ hands curled in tighter around his shoulders and he found himself kissing the Sniper back without being told to. It seemed to last for such a long time with no intentions of ending but eventually, it did. Their lips stayed for a moment longer before Walter gently ended it, laying his forehead against his. The room was silent, save for their breathing and the occasional creaking in the wooden floors.
“You’re so... pretty.” He finally spoke. “I still can’t believe it.”
“And I don’t know what it is about you. You invade my thoughts every fuckin’ day and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anythin’ else.”
The Medic’s body had started to shake. What was he saying to him?
“All I want is to... hold you and keep you to myself and make you mine. I want to... I want to kiss that cute face of yours and make sure no more harm is done to you. Not while I’m around”
Not once has Jens ever seen or heard this man stumble over his own words or turn red this way. Were his words true?
“I... I like.. no no.. I love you, Doc. And I, well, want to make it up to you. For... All the harm I’ve caused you. I know I ain’t a good guy and I don’t ever want to be the good guy. I’ve done awful things. Things I don’t regret and know they’re bad. Not even just to you, but to every single person in my way. But... you’ve grown on me and I’ve been thinkin’ about how I really feel about you. Jens, mate. I’ve... Well, I’ve fallen for you and I want you in my life.”
No words could form from the Doctor’s mouth. Instead, tears began to well up in his eyes and his lips started to quiver. He leaned forward and laid his head in against his shoulder as he tried to keep himself from crying.
“W... What are you doin’?! Did I say somethin’ wrong? I’m... I didn’t mean it, I swear!”
The Sniper panicked a bit, unsure of what to say or do but he felt Jens shake his head and hear him speak in a soft, cracking voice.
“Y-You didn’t say anything wrong, dear! I... I think I feel the same... for you!”
Silence grew again and Walter rested his head over his shoulder as well, hugging him a little tighter.
“Hey, if your cheeks are getting sore, we can move on to your lips~″
Following up on the last OCKiss pic, Orchid gives @ink-da-squimp‘s Warren some sugar. I wouldn’t say Orch isn’t the kind to show affection, she’s just got her own way of doing so xP Be careful what you wish for, squido!
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I imagine there'd be times where she and Jill would each take a side with their knuckles... Why didn’t I draw that >x’D
We’re closing in to the end of OC kiss week, so here’s my Wynthos smooching @galaxycreations ‘ OC Spirus. Spirus is so cute?????? You told me he’s a blusher so ofc I had to use tha trait immediately, cute boys blushing is a weakness of mine.
Dei belongs to the talented @crownleys. I apologize for the poor camera quality that also got the shading in Minarve’s hair look horrible. Hope you like it anyway!
Next up on OC kiss week; Another of @desmondsubject17 ‘s OCs, Echo (the blue one), and my yet-another-alien OC Titus (the red one)! Idk if you can even count this into the kiss week - can you kiss properly if you don’t have any lips? Elli told me Echo is a charming gun expert/engineer, so I ofc had to pair him with my OWN gun engineer/mechanic mastermind Titus.
Funnily enough, the other OC kiss between our OCs had my Zarla in it, who’s from the same original world of mine as Titus is, which I didn’t expect to happen at all during this challenge week. I had planned to take each of my smooching OCs from separate stories, but couldn’t help but to pair these two together... Who’s the red and who’s the blue of YOUR relationship?
