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kumkaniudaku · 2 months ago

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Smooches

Summary: First kisses are on the menu for Terry and Patrice.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: None

First kisses were as integral to young people's lives as their first words and first steps. In all their variations, they carried memories to keep for a lifetime if one was sentimental enough to tuck them away deep in the recesses of one's mind.

When Terry was 8, he kissed a girl named Carmen during a summer in New Orleans. He couldn't pick her out of a lineup at 18, but he would always remember how her lips tasted spicy as if she'd just finished a bowl of jalapenos before she found him at the park to play house. He didn't want to kiss her, but he was the daddy, and she was the mommy. They had to make the game realistic. Carmen later told anyone who would listen that she was his girlfriend, and for about two weeks, he went along with the bit until she found some other boy to make the daddy, and he was just a memory. He didn't mind. Her lips were too spicy, and he was going back to Fayetteville anyway. Her loss.

Patrice's first kiss came years later and as a deliberate choice during day camp the summer before high school. Anthony was a tall, slender, biracial boy who was as close to Patrick from B5 as she could get. They both volunteered as counselors in training and found the one window of unsupervised time to touch lips behind the slide while they were supposed to be watching a group of six-year-olds play. While Patrice found the experience magical enough to begin dreaming of wedding dresses and fall ceremony dates, Anthony considered the quick peck a blip on his radar. The next day, he kissed another girl he later made his girlfriend. Her first and last kiss as a budding teenager was clouded in devastation. She couldn't allow it to happen again.

On a charter bus cruising down the interstate toward Orlando, Florida, full of rowdy teenagers and not enough adult supervision, Patrice sent text messages to her best friend, Napheesa, while seated next to her boyfriend. Boyfriend. A week later, the reality of dating Terrence Richmond still hadn't set in. Not even as he held her free hand while staring out of the window at nothing in particular. In random spurts, his thumb would gently caress hers, sending the butterflies making a home inside her belly into a frenzy. She had to get that kiss.

PheePhee: Y’all shld do it @ the park tonite!

Patrice considered the proposition before turning her head to look at Terry peacefully enjoying the scenery. He hadn’t said much outside of morning pleasantries and asking if she wanted a snack from his bag, which she declined for the moment. The rest of their three hours inside a rolling daycare were spent in relative, content silence. She turned back to her phone and smiled.

Mizz Richmond: ok. but we gotta get far away from ms. peterson. she’ll tell my mama.

PheePhee: Tht wont b hard. She cnt walk dat fast lol

A giggle slipped from Patrice’s mouth, drawing Terry’s attention from the world beyond rows and rows of talkative high school students. He watched her type with her free hand with a smile, admiring the sun’s insistence on making her even brown skin glow in early afternoon light. Girlfriend. In only a week, referring to Patrice’s new place in his life became as easy as saying his own name. What hadn’t come easy was pretending he didn’t daydream about the second they could turn middle school cheek kisses into the real thing.

Sneaking away from the crowd was nearly impossible. Their parents were getting wind of a new kind of relationship, which left little room for privacy. He couldn’t liplock in five measly seconds of his mother turning her head to answer the phone. Terry wanted—no, Terry needed—the freedom of time to satisfy an urge he’d been keeping at bay since his junior year. Two hours and counting on a bus moving painfully slow gave him ample time to plan his approach.

Scooting closer, Terry tried to take a peek at Patrice’s phone to no avail. “What are you laughing at?” he asked, curious about what kind of silly back-and-forth she and Napheesa were into from two rows away.

“You’re so nosy.” Patrice admonished with a playful smile that invited Terry to mirror her expression. Her hand squeezed his tighter. For a moment, Terry considered taking his chances right then and there. “We were just talking about our outfits for tonight,” she lied. “We’re gonna wear pink.”

“That’s cute. I like you in pink.” And blue. Red, green, yellow – she encompassed the entire spectrum of light like no one he’d ever seen before.

Terry offered Patrice his full attention, his gaze intently focused on the curve of full lips into an innocent smile before his eyes drifted up to meet hers. She shook her head and giggled. “You like me in every color, TJ. Last week it was blue! Make up your mind.”

“It’s both. It’ll be something different next week, too.”

Had Terry’s friends been privy to the googly eyes being exchanged two rows ahead of their loud-talking, crude, joke-telling boys-only club in the back of the bus, they would’ve added him to their roast session. Fortunately for him, only Napheesa was aware of their love fest. She sent a cheeky wink in Patrice’s direction before turning in her seat to rattle off one more text.

PheePhee: yll so cute :). If you don’t do it tonite, u lame

Lame was a step too far. Shy? Maybe. Nervous? For sure. But, in high school, earning a reputation as "lame" could linger long after your four years came to their natural end. For a girl finally climbing out of the doldrums of relative obscurity, Patrice might squander all of her social cache if word got around that she was lame. Napheesa considered her playful taunting a success once they settled into their shared budget hotel room to plan pink outfits to cover for Patrice's earlier fib and plot a first kiss.

On the boy's side of the building, Terry listened to a room full of unwelcomed occupants concoct schemes for a weekend meant to reward good behavior. Borrowed cologne left a light sheen on his favorite gold chain as he studied himself in the mirror, trying to anticipate what Patrice might find worthy of a compliment and tuning out something Nate was saying about buying Napheesa a gift with a day of his food money. He didn't notice the stir his spritz of mature and aquatic smell good had created until the jeering started.

"We got fuckin' Chris Brown over here," one boy commented, earning snickers from the others.

Nate chimed in. "Nigga swear he somebody daddy!"

"Uncle Terry, face ass!"

Racing thoughts and a belly full of nerves turned typically calm Terry's ears bright red as a signal to all in his vicinity that a latent volcano was primed to erupt. Sensing the tremors of a blow-up, Corey stepped in to diffuse a situation going south as Terry turned around to dole out choice words.

"Man, chill out," he interjected, trying to laugh off the slow clenching and unclenching of his best friend's first. "Y'all niggas about to go play like a bunch of kids. Terry got plans for tonight."

Nate cocked his head back in confusion. "We all got plans. We're going to the same place."

"You ain't planning to kiss your girl tonight. Y'all not cultured enough to…to capture the romance of such a time like this. You niggas don't read books and shit. Watch movies. Just hand in your pants all day being weirdos."

"Nigga, that was one time!"

Quick wit and a silver tongue helped wiggle Terry out of an explanation he didn't care to share. He'd thank Corey with a monetary reimbursement at the earliest opportunity. He had other thoughts on his mind. The last time he showed affection, they drew a crowd that lasted for days on end. This time, he'd move like vapors in the wind – barely perceptible until they're right in front of your nose.

The conversation never returned to Terry's business; instead, they hopped from harmless jokes to their plan for when their entire senior class was dumped on sacred Disney ground and allowed to roam the park with other students from around the world. Shoddy blueprints for meetup spots, the perfect place to evade attention, and how they'd rub five nickels together to make a five-star meal followed them out of their hotel room, to the charter bus, and into a few rows at the back of their shuttle.

Terry went in and out of listening to crane his neck, hoping he could catch a glimpse of Patrice. And that he did. A pastel pink tank top covering sunkissed brown shoulders gave him thoughts of a strawberry sundae on the hottest day of the year. Ms. Peterson's lack of attention allowed a slightly too short tennis skirt to bypass detection by everyone except Terry, who couldn't help but get a look at mile-long legs. She didn't break lively chatter with Napheesa and a few other girls, leaving Terry to stare shamelessly as she engaged without care. He had to kiss her. Through hell and high water, tonight was the night.

Though seemingly distracted in a world of gossip and matching outfits, Patrice was on the same wavelength. She'd seen Terry well before he saw her, thanks to a keen eye from her best friend. The gold chain caught her attention first. It was her favorite accessory of his, especially when paired with an irresistible haircut and a white t-shirt that highlighted the deep tan of his late spring skin tone. A visual to pair with the fantasy made all the preparation worth it.

As the bus careened to a stop with neither of them hip to the other's plan of attack, Terry watched Patrice file down the aisle behind Napheesa, still laughing and smiling without a clue in the world.

Perfect, he thought to himself. The less time Patrice had to prepare and worry, the better.

Corey regarded Terry's intense stare and impatiently bouncing knee with a laugh before pushing an elbow into Terry's arm. "You ready, man? You got until 2 in the morning to make it happen. How you gon' do it?"

"Uh…" Terry hadn't considered much of the mechanics. He'd kissed before, but not with this much built-in pressure. He shrugged innocently. "I don't know. I guess I'll just…do it."

A chuckle caught him off guard. "A'ight man. Not gonna lie, the thought process is kinda shitty, but you do you," Corey conceded. "You good?"

Fear tensed every muscle in Terry's body, forcing him to respond to Corey with a stiff, unconvincing nod.

"Yeah, yeah," Terry offered too quickly to be anything close to the truth. "I'm ready. Yeah. I'm…good. I'm good."

Long seconds passed as Corey examined Terry's eyes darting around and teeth leaving an impression in lips bitten to a near swell. "Right." He thought to leave things alone but couldn't help but offer advice. "Aye. Take a breath, bruh. Just like…" Corey's words tapered as he mimed an inhale and exhale for Terry to follow.

Terry pulled in air and released it in one shaky whistle, nodding his appreciation for Corey's assistance before standing to his full height to exit the safety of private wishes into the uncertainty of action.

Any sense of serenity Terry had worked to obtain and maintain was once again washed away when he saw their regular crew mixing and mingling as a singular blob of almost adults. Terry cursed to himself as he searched the group for a familiar high ponytail and gold hoop earrings.

"TJ! I'm over here!" A sweet voice calling out his name produced goosebumps on Terry's skin. Again, she'd found him before he could find him.

As he took long strides to join Patrice, all sense of time and space turned into a void with only her face as a guiding light. Terry gravitated toward her like a pirate to gold or precious metal to a magnet. He tried his best to look alluring during a journey that felt like a grueling walk through the Egyptian desert, not the short trek across aging asphalt.

Patrice stood wondering why Terry looked so focused and sleepy at the same time. Was he tired? Was something in his eye? Had he just woken up from a nap on the bus? And why was he looking at her mouth like–

"Oh, damn."

Napheesa's astonished slip of the tongue spoke for Patrice, giving words to lips caught up in the rapture of sweet affection. She forced her eyes closed as Terry pulled her closer by the hips to add more pressure to an unexpected but welcomed peck. Her hands soon found his growing biceps, gripping softly to hold her steady in his embrace.

They stood there, suspended in a moment that felt like forever despite lasting but a few seconds. Napheesa kept watch, soon joined by Corey, who used his slight body to shield them from rubberneckers too far outside their business. Napheesa scanned the immediate area, and once she noticed a chaperone seemingly headed their way, she loudly cleared her throat to alert the lovebirds.

Slowly, Terry pulled away, leaving Patrice to hold her pucker with eyes still closed and a still buzzing, fuzzy brain that hadn't quite registered the moment's end. He chuckled before using his thumb to clean up errant lipgloss on the sides of her lips. He laughed while watching her eyes slowly flutter open. "Hey."

"Hi." Patrice's greeting came in an airy sigh carrying a dazed smile like she'd just been knocked out and brought back into paradise. "Oh, you got a little," she started, pointing at the sticky strawberry gloss sheening his lips. "Let me get it."

Terry allowed Patrice the privilege of cleaning up their happy accident, feeling so electrified by her undivided focus that he hadn't realized his hands were still glued to her waist. Not that either of them minded. He'd hold her close for the rest of the night, and she'd gladly find comfort in his arms if circumstances were different and his status as a student on a school trip didn't come with constant surveillance.

They foolishly put all the rules out of their minds. Careful touches working to erase evidence of their eventful greeting drew attention to the known couple as Ms. Peterson walked closer to begin her speech on appropriate behavior.

She adjusted her glasses and shook her head before speaking. "Terrence and Patrice, let's try to keep our hands to ourselves this evening, hm?"

A deep skin tone kept the evidence of total embarrassment off Patrice's face as she sheepishly stepped out of Terry's grip. "Yes ma'am. Sorry."

"Will do," Terry answered, not feeling guilt or shame for his actions. "Won't happen again." It wouldn't happen again in front of her or any other adult. But to say he wouldn't jump at the chance to turn a simple kiss into something even more exciting if given the space and opportunity was a lie.

"Thank you, kindly," Ms. Peterson answered, her curt smile daring either of them to step out of line again. "Now, let's get into a few rules. Number One: don't act a fool in here. Number Two: Refrain from acting a fool inside these people's park."

Rules 3 - 10 were more of the same; variations on how not to embarrass a staff already running on fumes to finish another tiring school year and reminders to remain vigilant if some unrecognizable face attempted to lure them away from the group. Terry and Patrice tried to look engaged, nodding as if deeply concerned about remaining perfect pupils and not imagining the next opportunity for an all-consuming kiss.

Pockets of chatter from uninterested teenagers antsy to get inside Magic Kingdom's gates cut Ms. Peterson's droning speech short, resigning her to the fact that someone would end the night in deep trouble no matter what she said.

She sighed and dropped her arms in defeat. "Just…please don't die or get abducted. Come back with all your limbs or at least a really good excuse for us to tell your parents. Stay close until we get through the turnstiles."

Terry, Patrice, and the Francis High 2010 senior class could agree to those conditions.

Side by side and giddy as pigs cooling their skin in mud, blossoming lovers fought hard to maintain a healthy distance within the crowd. Their respective friend groups, an uneven but familiar group of boys and girls, made plans without consulting the others. They only realized their mistakes once they stopped to regroup just beyond the gates.

"Wait, we're going to see the castle first then Fantasyland to get gifts. Where are y'all going," Napheesa asked in confusion.

Nate chimed in. "Don't nobody wanna see no damn castle, girl. We goin' to TomorrowLand."

"They're literally right beside each other." Katrina's intrusion earned confused looks that momentarily ended the bickering. She kissed her teeth and shrugged. "I'm just sayin'."

"Don't say nothin' else," Corey chided before redirecting his attention to the rest of the girls. "Look we got all night to see the castle. Why can't we catch the rides while the lines are short?"

Alexandria, a late entry to the group, kissed her teeth. "Because don't nobody care about Space Mountain! That shit lame!"

Another round of infighting drew attention from other teenagers, leaving Terry and Patrice as the two mediators for the group. They sighed in tandem.

"Alright, alright. Let's just split up." The bass in Terry's voice startled everyone into submissive silence, waiting for him to elaborate. Patrice shot Napheesa an annoyed look to convey how badly she'd mangled their carefully thought-out plan. Her friend mouthed an "I'm sorry" as Terry continued. "We'll do all the Tomorrowland stuff by ourselves, y'all do your thing, and we'll meet up in the middle for food and fireworks in two hours. We can figure out the rest after that."

"Yes, sir, Major Payne, sir," Robert joked, earning laughs from the group and a tense side eye from Terry that he did his best to ignore. Tensions still ran high between them. If he wanted to return to the hotel without knowing what the ground felt like, he knew that was his one pass for the night.

Napheesa giggled her way back into the spotlight. "Okay, cool. Let's meet at the Winnie the Pooh ride at 11:30. Y'all know how to tell time, or y'all need a reminder?"

Laughter from the girls elicited annoyed grumbles from a group of guys who had had enough of intelligence jokes at their expense. They quickly waved her off and started in the opposite direction, leaving Terry behind to say goodbye.

He leaned in for a kiss on Patrice's cheek, murmuring, "I'll see you later," before turning to join the boys with an easy jog.

Patrice watched her Prince Charming disappear into throngs of fantasy loves and thrill seekers, reclaiming her earlier daze with a wide grin that made her girls coo 'awww' in chorus.

"Y'all are so cute," Alexandria commented after a soft sigh. "When y'all get married, can I be the flower girl?"

"You'll literally be like 20-something," Katrina retorted.

Napheesa scoffed as she began walking toward the castle. "You really think they gon' wait that long? She already misses him now. Let's go before she chases after him."

Chasing after him was a fleeting thought Patrice elected not to satisfy in favor of following her friends off toward the closest fairytale. The urge she couldn't push away was the unrelenting thought of his lips on hers.

It followed her to a spirited photo in front of Cinderella’s Castle when Katrina’s hand on her lower back brought back the spark she felt when Terry’s fingers trailed along the single bits of exposed skin on her sides. When she shook the flashes of electricity away, they left only to come back stronger with the stomach-flipping experience that was the Mad Tea Party attraction. As her friends tested the limits of the spinning tea cup whipping ‘round and ‘round with reckless abandon, the flutter in her stomach, sure to induce vomit in any other circumstance, mimicked the butterflies reminding Patrice that she was alive to experience the culmination of her personal friends to lovers young adult novel. She’d flipped a page. She’d been kissed on purpose with no indication that the boy on the other end would run away from their hidden spot behind the slide and choose someone else.

Terry wouldn’t dream of running away from Patrice. While she enjoyed the company of lively young women somewhere nearby, he was caught up in unshakeable daydreams about the next time they’d be face to face. In his attempt to surprise her and remove any possibility of doubt, he’d surprised himself. Terry had no clue he’d gripped with such desire to turn Patrice’s face into a monument to leave gifts of affection for all time. While she thought about him in every giggle and smile in her direction from a cute but ultimately meaningless boy, he couldn’t shake the need to have her around, not just for a chance to hold and be held, but also to have his best friend back. Jokes were less funny when she wasn’t nearby to share them. Screaming on Space Mountain missed a tinge of spark without Patrice joining him in excitement from the adjacent seat. The Carousel of Progress needed her historical commentary to cut through the mind-numbing boredom he experienced with a group of boys disturbing the peace for fun. Food didn’t smell as good without her pulling him toward the turkey wing stand.

But, as soon as the longing began to overtake their ability to have fun, the clock struck fifteen minutes past 11 to release Patrice from the whimsy of Winnie the Pooh’s adventures and deposited her into the adjoining gift shop for her to search for Terry in every passerby.

“If they don’t show up in 5 minutes, I say we go eat without them. They can call if they get lost.”

Napheesa made her announcement to a collection of Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore, and Winnie plushies without looking up to verify if Patrice was listening.

Patrice twirled a necklace between her fingers, trying to play it cool. “Okay,” she answered with no conviction. “That’s cool. I guess we can do that and I’ll text them or something.”

She hoped she wouldn’t have to. If the most magical place on Earth was real, she could wish upon a star and think Terrence into existence. While she did her best to clear her mind by browsing, Terry and his posse of goofy, loud, and silly friends clamored into the gift shop, causing a ruckus. Napheesa, Alexandria, and Katrina groaned their disapproval of the six boys pushing and shoving their way into the shop. Patrice might have joined them if not for the sight of Terry robbing her of any ability to find an angry bone in her body.

Chaste hellos replaced the hug. They wanted to avoid extra eyes, so they jumped right into conversation. Terry wordlessly stepped next to Patrice while the others went to find victims to annoy and picked up a stuffed Winnie for inspection. “We gotta get my boy some pants.”

His silly observation dissolved Patrice into sweet-sounding giggles that immediately invited him in.

“Sometimes you gotta make space for all that food,” Patrice giggled. “You should know as much as you eat! You talking about yourself, Pooh!”

Terry tossed the stuffed toy into the air and caught it with ease. “I’m Pooh, huh,” he asked, the wheels turning in his head. Patrice hummed her agreement. “Bet. Then you’re Piglet. You got that little squeaky voice and the whole liking flowers thing in common.”

“You can never just say something nice. My voice is not squeaky,” Patrice laughed.

“My bad, Piggy. We’ll keep it at the flowers, then. Cool?”

Patrice mulled over the compromise and smiled. “That’s cool, Pooh.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Nigga can we eat!”

A tender moment shared in the center of the buzzing store was quickly cut short by an impatiently annoying Nathan itching to grab a meal that fit his dwindling budget. Twin screw faces flashed in his direction made the boy lift his hands in surrender. “My fault, I’m just say-”

“Damn, Nate. We get it. We comin’!” Patrice’s attitude amused Terry and sent Nate scrambling away with a displeased mumble under his breath.

When he was out of dodge, Terry placed the toy back on the shelf and extended his hand for Patrice to grab. “C’mon. I’ll pay for this one.”

Their fingers slid together with ease and never separated. Not during a spirited late-night dinner at The Friar’s Nook, not as Mario sang Braid My Hair on the stage near Cinderella’s Castle, and certainly not during the beginning of a spectacular fireworks display capturing everyone’s attention.

Bursts of blue, yellow, red, and purple light erupted across a pitch-black sky, turning the expanse of darkness into a colorful display of awe-inspiring magic over the castle’s highest point. While the others murmured ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ at the sheer spectacle of it all, Patrice melded herself into Terry’s side, looking up at the show from his eyes. He was content with consuming the wonder of Michael Mouse until he found a dainty set of fingers turning his face away from the excitement.

“Hm,” he hummed, smiling down at Patrice.

She didn’t answer with words. Harnessing strength from some unknown source, Patrice used tired calves to push her body up on toes aching from overuse and press her lips against Terry’s.

They fell into an easy rhythm like seasoned partners, maneuvering the ebbs and flows of physical intimacy like people twice their age with even more experience. A quiet back and forth of unspoken ‘I love yous” shared between bodies supercharged with emotion became wrapped in movie-worthy enchantment. Terry and Patrice wanted more of each other. They needed more. Even as Terry’s arms moved to hug Patrice closer and her arms found a home on his shoulder, they craved more.

“Oh damn.”

Napheesa repeated her earlier shock as she elbowed Corey to join in on observing all they’d worked so hard to orchestrate.

Standing in a crowd of strangers and friends alike with fireworks bursting like friendly bombs overhead, Terry and Patrice locked lips for the second kiss of their young relationship. The need for oxygen paled compared to the need to taste each other. Fear and trepidation were long gone. With no room left for Jesus, Terry and Patrice had never felt more alive.

“I love you,” Patrice whispered against his mouth, still trying to keep the sparks alive.

Terry offered similar sentiments after two quick pecks. “I love you, too.”

Finally pulling away left them breathless and giggling as the end of the presentation neared. Their noses rubbed as a truce to take a break and enjoy the night without adding a third session to the list.

Fortunately, promises of a romantic nature could be broken without consequence. A third kiss was too perfect to pass up while they waited in line for The Haunted Mansion. Then, the need to end on an even number opened the gate for a bevy of smooches before they returned to their respective hotel rooms high on life.

The next morning’s excursion to a water park to escape the Florida heat, they picked up where they’d left off, finding time for quick pecks by the wave pool and in the lazy river while Terry pushed Patrice along in her lime green floaty. Dingy carpet, arcade games, and subpar fried cheese couldn’t keep them from each other between rounds of laser tag and pop-a-shot. Kisses skillfully hidden from authority figures before bed on their final night still couldn’t satiate their appetites.

Though eight hours on the road forced them into a brief intermission, they emerged hotter and heavier after hurrying through conversation with Deidra and Marvin in hopes of borrowing the car keys to cart Patrice home.

In the parking lot of a dimly lit McDonalds, they put aside lukewarm fries and spicy Sprites to add touches of tongue to their new favorite hobby. Back-to-back phone calls from Leon and Rosalyn separated them prematurely, pulling them away from their private oasis to begrudgingly end the best weekend of their young lives.

Rosalyn heard the car roll into the driveway in the early minutes of another Law and Order episode and the Sunday sunset but chose to stay put in favor of resting for the first time all evening. The engine shut off, the booming bass from the radio went silent, and doors opened then shut without much fanfare. If not for the murmur of conversation with giggles peppered into the breaks, she would’ve stayed put. But curiosity got the best of her despite her attempts to stay focused on the television.

Peering through the curtains with much of her body hidden in shadows, Rosalyn caught the beginning of renewed energy in what Terry and Patrice assumed was a safe moment.

Excitement coursed through Terry’s veins as he pressed his body weight into Patrice’s torso to trap her against the passenger door and brought her hands to the back of his head. “Gimme a kiss,” he murmured into her collarbone as he kissed his way to her cheek. “I need another one.”

“No, you don’t,” Patrice teased, intending to grant his request. “Come get it.”

Terry answered the tease on command, dragging kisses from Patrice’s cheeks to her lips without missing a beat. Soft pecks morphed into slow kisses teetering on the French variety until roaming hands gripped Patrice’s backside and caused her to yelp in surprise.

Patrice giggled a girlish, “Stop it!” earning a laugh from Terry.

“You really want me to?”

“No,” she answered before leaning in to kiss him again. She pulled back and bit her lip. “I liked it.”

From what Rosalyn could see, an intervention was necessary to keep two crazy kids from going too far in the driveway. She chose to spare Patrice the embarrassment of her mother appearing at the front door and flipped the porch light on as a warning. Patrice’s entire body tensed in Terry’s embrace before she wiggled out of confinement to collect her things. Terry took the hint and resumed his duties as a gentleman to carry her suitcase up the short flight of steps.

“I can come pick you up in the morning if you’re still goin’ to school tomorrow,” Terry offered as he pressed the front doorbell for Patrice’s convenience.

She smiled. “I call shotgun.” Her failed attempt at being flirtatious made them both laugh. “God, Napheesa might be right. I am lame!”

“Nah, you’re perfect.” Terry’s compliment came with twinkling eyes filled with an emotion Patrice couldn’t quite place with her limited knowledge. He grabbed her hand for a kiss but stopped short when a squeaking bike announced Junior’s presence.

He abandoned the two-wheeled vehicle in the yard before it could come to a complete stop and immediately assumed the role of younger brother and chief agitator.

“Get a room or something. Gross.” His kiddie reprimand came with a grimace as he pushed between them to unlock the front door and enter the crisp air conditioning.

Rosalyn made her appearance with a deliberate walk past the storm door, waving with a smile. “Good to have you home, P. I didn’t hear you pull up. Hi, Terry! Thanks for dropping my baby off. You’re so sweet.” Exaggerated happiness instantly piqued Patrice’s curiosity, but she remained quiet.

“Ah, it’s no problem,” Terry answered, suddenly bashful.

His last functioning brain cell reminded him of Patrice’s suitcase. He rushed to move the bag inside before hurriedly turning to the girl whose tongue had become his favorite dessert over the weekend.

Terry reached out for a hug for Patrice to return, both of them making a show of maintaining the appropriate amount of distance to appease an amused Rosalyn.

“See you tomorrow,” Patrice mumbled into Terry’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up.” Pulling away, he took one last look at her pretty face, resisted the devil on his shoulder clamoring for one more kiss, then turned to acknowledge Rosalyn again. “Tell Mr. Ellis my dad said the garage is ready for the playoffs whenever he wants to stop by.”

She nodded. “I’ll let him now, sweetheart. You drive safe now.”

Both ladies watched Terry hurry down the front porch steps to his car to avoid awkwardness in their conversation triangle. When he was out of the driveway, Patrice quietly closed and latched the door.

“HeymamaIthinkI’mjustgonnatakeallthisstuffinmyroomberightback.” The entire sentence came out in a mess of words pushed together for one incomprehensible sentence.

Rosalyn chuckled as Patrice rushed past her with all her luggage in tow. “Alright then, Petey. You want some red velvet cake? I can cut you a slice.”

Patrice mumbled something that sounded like she could go for a bit of sugar with a trail of wind creating a gust of cool air behind her.

Letting what she’d seen and heard go was an option for Rosalyn. She could allow her daughter to live in la la land for a little longer, peacefully thinking her mother hadn’t been privy to her displays of affection moments earlier. Or she could have the conversation she’d been putting off since she noticed two innocent teenagers shifting their relationship toward something more romantically involved.

“P! How about I bring the cake to you?”

A door down the hallway creaked open. “Okay. That works. Thank you!”

Nodding, Rosalyn took a deep breath and sent a silent prayer to God. She’d chosen the tough route and would need all the Lord’s support she could get.

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ilysungho · 5 months ago

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ok i LOVE that ive found a nsfw blog for my favs! was wondering if i could request some softer nsfw for taesan? i feel like he’s always got this cool-boy upfront but when youre alone tg hes so down bad for u 😩

omg there's so many of us!! i love the little community we have here of bnd nsfw accs <3 welcome here! and totally, i loveeee down bad taesan so much! i hope this is what you asked for, but if not then please let me know!!

as a die hard romantic, taesan is just such a perfect guy for you. if you've heard how he talks about an ideal partner and the songs he loves, you'd know just how much of a gentleman he is. i don't imagine him to be very into pda in front of people apart from hand holding and waist grabbing (sometimes jealous kisses when men who aren't him look at you too long), but he's totally different behind the door. once it's just you two, he's clinging onto you so tightly, not letting you get even an inch away from you. he'd love laying his head on your chest and hearing your heartbeat while he draws on your bare back. his love for you gets expressed in so many ways, and it translates into bed as well. the way he holds you is so soft yet firm, grasping your figure as if you're a piece of artwork that he doesn't want to let go. every kiss would be soft, as if he was kissing clouds. he'd always be the gentleman and take the lead, but he also does things that have pleased you before without you telling him to. he's just a lover at heart, and sometimes his actions just speak louder than his words. and best believe, he will do anything to hear your lips ask him for more, so in that way he'd tease a lot leading to long foreplay before anything more happens <3

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traveler-at-heart · 2 years ago

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The Thing

Summary: Natasha works the courage to ask you out.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Finally alone.

Natasha is very particular about her food. It took her exactly seven minutes to make the perfect sandwich. She smiles at it and as she’s about to take a bite, a voice interrupts her.

She’d be annoyed, except for the fact that it’s you.

“Hey, Natty” you say innocently, approaching from behind. You’re one of those people that is always hugging or touching your friends.

Natasha doesn’t mind. It would be easier if she didn’t have a big crush on you, though.

Closing the distance, you rest your chin on her shoulder and inspect her plate.

“That looks nice” you whisper, unaware that the redhead is struggling to keep her knees from buckling.

“Yeah…” she can feel your hands traveling around her waist.

Nice is an understatement.

Finally reaching for a couple of chips, you giggle and step away from the other woman.

“Hey, that’s my lunch!” Natasha protests, but she’s not annoyed.

“Sorry, I’m being called for an urgent mission. Apparently, I’m the gal for the job. This will do while I get some food when I land. Thanks, gorgeous!”

That’s another thing. Gorgeous, babe, angel, darling. You always have a pet name for her.

It’s really hard to tell if you’re flirting when you speak like that.

After all, you call Kate Bishop delicious muffin. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

No point in thinking about it now. There are more pressing matters at hand.

“Jeez, Steve, I still have 5 minutes!” You shout when someone knocks on your door. You open it and find Natasha on the other side. “Ah, sorry, love. Thought Grandpa America was timing me”

Love.

That’s new.

“Uh… here” she’s always struggling to speak whenever you’re around. You must think she’s a moron.

“For me?” You take the container that she’s presenting and open it. You gasp at the sight of a sandwich and your favorite chips. “Oh, my God!” You lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re my favorite widow”

“Yelena will be pissed when she finds out” Natasha tries to joke, looking down. Her face is burning, the touch of your lips lingering.

“She’ll survive” you put the sandwich in your bag pack as the timer in your wrist goes off. “Better find Steve before he goes nuts over a one minute delay. Thanks for the sandwich. You’re an angel”

Another kiss on the cheek, this time closer to Natasha’s mouth. And she almost believes you know what you’re doing, based on that little smirk.

“Oh, shoot” you turn around and call for her when you’re walking towards the hangar. “When you see Yelena… tell her to remember about the thing”

“The thing?” Natasha repeats and you wink.

“She’ll know what I mean” you smile and wave goodbye. “See you in a couple of days, Natty”

—

It doesn’t take long for Natasha to find her sister. Maybe the thing is something important and she wants to make sure Yelena remembers about it.

“Hey” Natasha says as she sits down next to the blonde.

“Hi” Yelena mumbles, sinking further in the couch, while she scrolls through cooking tutorials.

“Y/N left for a mission today”

“Oh, are you sad that your future girlfriend left?”

“Shut up” Natasha says. Of course Yelena would know. “She wanted me to remind you about the thing”

“Mkay” Yelena answers, still looking at her phone.

“That’s it? I thought it could be important”

“She just wants me to get her tickets for a… uh…” Yelena finally looks up, drawing blank. “Crap!”

“You forgot the thing?”

“I forgot the thing” she confirms, looking around, as if the answer might be on the Compound’s walls. Kate enters, unaware of the tension in the room. Yelena runs to her. “You”

“What?” Kate barks out, looking ready to slap her.

“You were with me when Y/N asked me to buy those tickets. Do you remember what they were for? A musical? The opera? Ballet?”

“It was a concert” Kate nods. “Don’t remember the name of the band, though. Sorry” Kate grimaces.

“Ok, let’s just say band names, see if it comes back to me” Yelena pleads and Kate stutters. Working under pressure isn’t her biggest strength.

“Uh, Rammstein”

“She hates metal” Natasha says.

“The Phantom of the Opera”

“Not a band” Yelena shakes her head.

“The Beatles”

“Half dead” Natasha points out and Yelena groans.

“She’s gonna kill me. I have to run to Mexico. At least the food will be good there”

“Hey, weren’t you in the room when Y/N asked Yelena for the favor?” Kate remembers all of the sudden, looking at Natasha.

“Were you?” Yelena says, hopeful. “Please, tell me the name. I’ll do your laundry for a week”

“And wash my dishes”

“That too”

“And my mission reports”

“And… nu-uh, that’s too much, Tasha”

The redhead rolls her eyes.

“I’ll get the tickets myself. Can’t trust you with that either”

“Do you want to give your crush a present?” Yelena pokes her tongue out and Natasha glares. Before Kate can stop them, they’re wrestling around the living room, throwing things at each other.

“Stop it!” Steve jumps in. “Hey, we just got new curtains. Damn it!”

—

Natasha may have hacked the concert’s website to make sure you got the best tickets. She’s walking back to her room, being extra careful that they’re not folding in case you wanna keep them. She knows you have a box full of mementos from shows.

“Hey, Natty” a voice greets from the hallway. Natasha’s hands fly behind her back, because she wanted to surprise you. And she’s definitely not ready to ask you out right now. “Oh, scaredy cat. What are you hiding?”

Your tone is playful, while you try to reach behind her. Only as your face comes close to her, she notices the bruise around your left eye and temple.

“What happened to you?” she puts the tickets on her back pocket and places her hands on your face. “Who did this to you?”

“H.Y.D.R.A. brute. Nothing new under the sun” you smile and take advantage of the distraction to reach for Nat’s pockets. The redhead is faster and takes your right wrist. The same thing happens with your left hand, and she holds both wrists close to her chest. “Nat! Come on”

“I can’t show it to you, not now” she tries hard not to giggle, but you’re struggling to break free and the frown on your face makes you look adorable.

“You are not playing fair, Natasha. I’m calling for backup. FRIDAY, call Yel..”

Natasha panics then, pulling you close and silencing you with her lips. You stand still for a couple of seconds, but then close your eyes, deepening the kiss.

She sighs against your mouth and lets go of your wrists, her hands going down to circle your waist. You bite her lip and the moan she lets out is reward enough.

"My, I'd say buy me dinner first but I wouldn't mind skipping straight to dessert" you joke and she smiles, her green eyes still closed.

But, you’re still curious, so you take advantage of her distraction and reach in her back pocket.

“Wait” Natasha says, her face flushed and lips swollen.

“You got me the tickets? That's better than dinner!”, you say, jumping into her arms once again.

“Well, Yelena forgot the thing and I wanted to ask you out” she smiles against your shoulder and you pull back. Her eyes go back to the bruise, concerned once again. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”

“I’m fine. Never been better” you lean forward and kiss her again. She smiles against your lips, thinking how happy she is that Yelena is always forgetting things.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n

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issdisgrace · 8 months ago

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Can you write something about overstimulating Fernando?

-Dionne

OVERSTIMULATION WITH FERNANDO

WARNINGS: Overstimulation, yeah that's it also sorry if this ain't top quality i'm literally falling asleep writing this

Ok so I think there’s two ways Fernando likes overstimulation.

So first and the most common use of it is as a punishment. You told him he couldn’t touch his cock for two weeks because he’s been bad but you come home one day to find him jerking off. So your like ok fine if you want to cum so bad, I let you cum. And you start jerking him off and when he eventually cums you don’t pay any minds to his pleas and continue to jerk him off. Ringing orgasm after orgasm until he’s shaking, until he’s sobbing, until he’s shooting blanks. He’s a mess, he’s a wreck, his brained is fried, he’s blabbering semi incoherent Spanish that you can just barely make out is a prayer. To who he’s praying to you have no clue but it’s hot. And a part of you wants to continue to ring him dry but you know when he’s had enough. And even though the main event of sort is finish doesn’t mean the show has ended. You still get to see how pretty he looks, ragged breathing trying to catch his breath, tears slowing revealing pink streaks down his face, cum all over his stomach, and his poor abused cock soft laying against his thigh. He looks truly amazing and it’s a sight you savor.

So the other application is as a prize. People may think how is this any different from the other one. This one is soft, light, and sweet while the other one is hard, rough, and brutal. Fernando loves overstimulation as a prize because it’s such a loving scene. Candles, rose petals, you know the whole 9 yards. It usually starts out with giving Fernando a massage or something to get him relaxed. You kiss up and down his body, worshiping like a god, treating him like he’s made of glass. He feels so dainty and special. Then you start sucking him off. It's slow and loving, and Fernando knows better than to complain about the speed. So he just sits back and focuses on just your movements, blocking everything else out. It's nice, it's peaceful. And even after he cums you don't let up, you just continue your pace until you've drawn 3 orgasms out of him. At that point Fernando is very needy and since this is his reward you allow him to dictate what happens next. He of course wants you to fuck him so you oblige him, gently opening him up with your fingers, drawing another orgasm out of him as you finger him. Then you start fucking him and he swears he is in heaven. You're fucking deep and slow, hitting all the right spots, jerking him of with your soft hands. Its overwhelming. The love radiating from every movement has Fernando cumming in no time. And like before you continue chasing your high causing Fernando to cum 3 more times before you've even finished. He looks so pretty fucked out, a smile on his face, as he floats in a state of serenity.

#fernando alonso #f1 #fernando alonso x male reader #fernando alonso x reader #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader

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green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle · 9 months ago

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AVENTURINE NSFW ALPHABET

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General masterlist

Aftercare

Gets overstimulated during sex and can't stand being vulnerable and naked for long after it (he is traumatised, ok?), so he won't cling to you naked for hours. Instead he prefers to take a quick shower with you, follow expensive skincare routine (yes, he shares his products with you) and sleep together with just your hands touching. If you let go of his hand in your sleep he will wake up immediately and reach out for you. You have matching pyjamas.

If you are too tired for any of this he will put a blanket over you and bring his cats so you can cuddle them while he sits on the bed next to you and whispers sweet nothings, playing with your hair. If you ask him to read a book to you he will do so happily, he didn't get many chances to read in captivity. If you share your favourite books with him he will be over the moon and your connection will be so much deeper.

Body part

His body is full of painful reminders of his past. Scars litter his beautiful skin, marks from cuffs covered with his bracelets and watch, teeth he had to replace after years on not being able to take care of them and this stigma burned into his neck. He has a hard time looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes are both all he has left of his people and the excuse for others to hurt him, like a bullseye pointing out his origin and shit he went through. His left hand a sacred part of his body and reminder of a blessing he can barely take, life poisoned with survivors guilt.

Still, his hands are the most favourite part of his body for Aventurine, he decorates them with rings, bracelets and good quality gloves. At first he avoids touching you with his left hand and with bare hands, but if you give him some time this will change.

In your body he likes your curves and your hands as well. He was raised in harsh conditions, it was hard for anybody to gain weight, so for him it's a sign of health. It doesn't matter if you are chubby, muscular or just an average looking person, as long as you look nourished and in good health he will like it. If you have any of those: tendency to blush, thick hips or thigh, voluminous and strong hair, prominent breasts / muscular chest, strong build or exceptional height - he will get obsessed with it.

He loves your hands for how gentle you are with them when you touch him. Has a thing for artists hands, if you sculpt, draw or even crochet he loves to watch you work.

Cum

If you are fertile and able to bear a child he's scared of knocking you up because of how much prejudice he goes through, afraid that his children will be treated in the same way. So he makes sure to end either on your body or inside condom. If you are infertile/ unable to bear a kid he actually prefers to cum inside to not make a mess.

Dirty secret

Before becoming a dominant (more about it in kinks part) he wanted to experience how it is to be on the other side of dynamic to see why people submit. The only person he trusted enough with this was dr. Ratio. While being a sub is not something that comes easy to Aventurine due to his trauma and need to be in control for once in his life, he learned a lot about himself and didn't hate the experience. It made him a much better dom and helped him open sexually.

Another dirty secret of his is cumming in his pants during foreplay when he let you lick your slick from his fingers after fingering and you kissed his aventurine ring.

Experience

In times of his tragic youth he saw a lot of abuse in captivity, including sexual abuse. Most of those things he only witnessed but as a beautiful person from disadvantaged background he experienced a lot of disgusting behaviors and comments towards himself as well.

Once he became Aventurine he used seduction to manipulate people but his memories of people who fetishised his helplessnes made him rather closed off so it was all talk and nothing more. He doesn't want anybody to see him naked and weak, desperate and not guarded. So he avoided getting close to people, with exception of Doctor Ratio with whom he found deep mutual understanding and enough common respect to let another human touch him.

To sum up, he doesn't have much of an experience and doubts intentions of anybody who lusts over him. Also your boyfriend kinda has a boyfriend too. It's just my headcannon, don't cancel me.

Fav position

At first he used to put you in positions that made it impossible for you to see his face such as prone bone or doggy. He couldn't stand the thought of somebody watching him lose control and give in to pleasure. Later he introduced more positions, you need to let him do that in his own tempo. Including blindfold in your sex life helped with it a lot once, now he just allows you to see him come undone.

Goofy

Might seem playful before you guys start and during foreplay, but once you guys actually get down to business he is fully concentrated and serious.

Hair

Like his whole body, it's perfectly taken care of. He prefers to keep it either short or completely shaved off.

Intimacy

At first he avoided intimacy at all costs, he used to bind your wrists above your head so you can't touch him cause after years of being deprived of closeness he was so touch starved that sensation of your skin on his overstimulated him in seconds so he fucked you with all his clothes on - just letting his pants slide down.

With time he allows you much more, enjoying your tender caresses over his body, but he will never fully let go of his guard and needs to be in control to be able to concentrate on pleasure.

Jerk off

Despite having lots of pent up tension he does that very rarely, usually he's just too tired after working so hard or he falls asleep while working late. When he has some time for himself he prefers to call you for help instead of doing it on his own, it's more fun like that and he doesn't have to be alone with his own thoughts after he finishes.

If he masturbates it's very quick and almost mechanical, imagines you giving him a blowjob under his desk to get off faster.

Kink

Aventurine always needs to have complete control over situation as a result of his trauma. He is a 100% dominant. Can't stand being vulnerable and unable to decide what is happening to him to a full degree. So he will use soft bondage on you, tying your hands with pretty cords (never with cuffs or anything that could hurt you or bring him bad memories) so you can't touch him unless he allows you to (he doesn't want you to know he's so touch-starved that being touched almost hurts), he will put blindfold on you to control how much of his desperation and desire for you you can see and will make you beg for his touch so you know just how helpless you are compared to him. So you know who is in charge. Years of his captors putting him down planted insecurities in his brain and hearing you pray for his touch is helping him deal with his fear of rejection.

If you decide to worship his body later in relationship when he trusts you enough to give you freedom of movement, he shakes with pleasure. He loves when you are soft with him, because for so long nobody was. Roughness he can take, he is used to that, but this? Your gentle hands make him weak but he won't ever admit that to you.

Has a thing for expensive lingerie that he will himself choose and buy before the evening. He likes finer things in life now that he can afford them and he will make sure you can enjoy them as well. He's the type to buy you diamond necklace and ask you to wait for him with only the necklace on.

He would also want you to dress as a catgirl if you don't find it cringe. He just loves to surroundings himself with adorable things. When you cosplay a cute pet he also feels more in control, cause kittens are weaker than man and at his mercy, meant to be loved by him. He doesn't mean it in creepy way, it's just a display of harmlessness and trust to him.

Location

He might tease you a lot at the casino but will never undress himself or you anywhere else than his apartment.

Motivation

He hates to be alone, Aventurine is very touch starved and lonely person, with almost nobody to trust in this world full of people hating him for being Avgin or trying to undermine his career to take his place. Having sex is the way to get close to somebody without having to bare your soul to them, even if having somebody take a look on his body littered with scars is pretty close to it. He desires your body but still invites you over cause he wants to have some company, sex is just the excuse. If it makes you attached to him, that's even better.

Would never be submissive. He is unable to let go of his defenses, needs full control and you are happy to give it to him after he had control over his life taken away for so long.

He gets flashbacks at sight of any chains and cuffs so he won't use them on you, he strictly uses soft and harmless tools for bondage like silk cords.

Won't cause you any pain or force you to do anything, he saw enough of that in his life. He won't do things that in his opinion are a bit to close to abuse or aggressive, he won't even spank you too much or too hard.

Isn't a big fan of marking you with bruises tho he sometimes leaves a hickey or two. Prefers to do so with jewelry.

Don't you even dare to call him Master in the bedroom. Brings bad memories.

He won't let you decide when you introduce new things to bedroom, of course he will respect if you say no to something, but be very careful to not suggest too many new things or he will get distant. He's not half as open as his flirting suggests and really needs time to get used to changes.

Oral

Likes when you give it to him and prove that you care about his pleasure too. He will be in complete control of your pace the whole time. He won't go rough, wants you to enjoy as well. Likes when you worship it, kiss all over the length and take it between your breasts. He wants you on your knees.

He is fair person so he will return the favor times three, but you need to earn it first. He is very willing to show you just what can this silver tongue do, french kissing you down there with fervor.

Pace

Aventurine feels empty inside and tries to feel that void with intense thrills, by playing high-risk games and living fast. So when he fucks he tries to make it hard and fast, but makes it up to you by getting you off faster than anybody else before.

When it's you taking care of him he wants you to take it slow, he doesn't want to lose control over himself completely. You are supposed to be gentle and treat him like royalty.

Quickie

Not a big fan, whatever he does he is always going all the way in. With this all or nothing mentality he despises half-assing his job as your lover. So if he calls for you expect to be up all night.

Risk

Absolutely will not take any risk. While he might gamble with his life on daily basis and is very used to risking everything, he will not bring that persona to bed. He doesn't want to be seen naked by anybody but his most trusted people. He won't show his scars to just anybody so don't even suggest doing anything in public.

Stamina

He has tendency to overdo things and it doesn't get any different in bed. How many rounds can he last? He's already used to pulling all-nighters in work, might as well sacrifice whole night of sleep for your entertainment. How many times can he make you cum before he gets anywhere close to his own release? At least twice.

Toys

Will buy you a good toy to have fun with when he's busy. Of course, it's shape is entirely based on Aventurine's own member. He commisioned it just for you.

Unfair

He can tease you a lot to parade his control over you, make you admit nobody can do you like he can and edge you many times, but he will never humiliate.

Expect him to make you count a pile of coins, not letting you cum the whole time until you are done. All while sitting on his dick.

Volume

Aventurine is not comfortable with you being aware just how desperate you made him so unless he tries to manipulate you with his moan to forgive him or cum instantly he will be rather silent. He's good at that. To let you know you are doing well he praises you with his words.

The only exception is when you worship his body, than he releases quiet but beautiful and slightly high pitched sighs.

Wild card

Due to his innate high emotional intelligence, if he dominates you for a long time he learns your body language and expressions in such detailed way you might think he can read your mind. He knows just how to touch you and has perfect timing for everything. Once you had Aventurine no other man will be good enough.

X-Ray

Average size and thickness, but when he rails you it feels much bigger. Nice deep pink color. Curved with not much bigger tip.

Yearning

Would probably be higher if his job didn't tire him out so much. Expect him to invite you for the night around one or two times a week.

Zzz

Keeps an eye on you all the time and will not fall asleep until you do. Nothing against you, just an old habit. Don't get creeped out. If you point it out your chances of returning to his place go down significantly.

When he isn't alone at night he will have nightmares less often, your company brings him tranquility. If you notice him having nightmare don't wake him up or he will get PTSD response, trying to fight you before noticing it's you who startled him. If he gets scared that he can hurt you he will cut you off.

Aventurine's face if you try to steal his catcakes:

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #honkai aventurine #aventurine x reader #x reader

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indie-ttrpg-of-the-week · 1 year ago

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Trans made TTRPGs

Due to… recent events that I would rather not talk about, today's post is a highlight of different tabletop games made by trans peeps! These games are fantastic in their own right, of course, but you can also know that they were made by incredibly cool and attractive people

(Also, these are flyover descs of the game, they'll get more in-depth singular posts later, this is because I am lazy)

Perfect Draw is a phenomenal card game TTRPG that was funded in less than a day on backerkit, it's incredibly fun and has simple to learn hard to master rules for creating custom cards, go check it out!

Songs for the dusk is fucking good, pardon my language, but it's a damn good post apocalyptic game about building community in a post-capitalist-post-apocalypse-post-whatever world. do yourself a favor and if you only check out one game in this list, check this one out, its a beautiful game.

Flying Circus is set in a WW1 inspired fantasy setting full of witches, weird eldritch fish people (who are chill as hell), cults, dead nobility, and other such things. It's inspired by Porco Rosso primarily but it has other touchstones.

Wanderhome is a game about being cute little guys going on a silly adventure and growing as the seasons change, its GMless and very fun

https://weregazelle.itch.io/armour-astir Armour Astir has been featured in here before but its so damn good I had to post it twice. AA demonstrates a fundamental knowledge of the themes of mech shows in a way that very few other games show, its awesome

Kitchen Knightmares is… more of a LARP but its still really dang cool, its about being a knight serving people in a restaurant, its played using discord so its incredibly accessible

https://grimogre.itch.io/michtim Michtim is a game about being small critters protecting their forest from nasty people who wish to harm it, not via brutal violence (sadly) but via friendship and understanding (which is a good substitute to violence)

ok this technically doesn't count but I'm putting it here anyways cuz its like one of my favorite ttrpgs of all time TSL is a game about baring your heart and dueling away with people who you'll probably kiss 10 minutes later, its very very fanfic-ey and inspired by queer narratives. I put it here because its made by a team, and the expansion has a setting specifically meant to be a trans "allegory", so I'll say it counts, honestly just go check it out its good shit

https://willuhl.itch.io/mystic-lilies

Mystic Lillies is a game inspired by ZUN's Touhou Project about witches dueling powerful foes, each other, and themselves. Mystic Lillies features rapid character creation and a unique diceless form of rolling which instead uses a standard playing card deck.

https://preview.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/141424/nobilis-the-game-of-sovereign-powers-2002-edition I… want to do a more general overview on Jenna K as an important figure in indie RPG design, but for now just know that Nobilis is good

https://temporalhiccup.itch.io/apocalypse-keys Apocalypse Keys is a game inspired by Doom Patrol, Hellboy, X-men, and other comics about monstrousness being an allegory for disenfranchisement. Apocalypse Keys is also here because its published by Evilhat so its very cleaned up and fancy but I love how the second you check out the dev's other stuff you can tell they are a lot more experimental with their stuff, this is not a critique, it is in fact a compliment

Fellowship! I've posted about this game before, but it is again here. Fellowship has a fun concept that it uses very well mostly, its a game about defining your character's culture, and I think that's really really cool

Voidheart Symphony is a really cool game about psychic rebellion in a city that really does not like you, the more you discover for yourself the better

Panic at the Dojo is a phenomenal ttrpg based on what the Brazilian would call "Pancadaria", which basically means, fucking other's people shit up. Character Creation is incredibly open and free, meaning that many character concepts are available

Legacy 2e is a game about controlling an entire faction's choices across time, its very fun

remember to be kind to a trans person today! oh also don't even try to be transphobic in the reblogs or replies, you will be blocked so fast your head will spin

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thewardenisonthecase · 2 months ago

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Maleficar (?)

Meredith Stannard x Elizabeth Hawke

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Summary: Meredith struggles to fall asleep and it's Hawke's fault.

A/N: so…i got the Meredith brainrot. And I need to exorcisize it somehow, so I wrote this. Its EXTREMELY self-indulgent ok. I needed a pick me up and I guess Meredith and Hawke's messy…whatever the hell they have going on is what I needed. Also this is my first time writing for meredith so don't come for me if its ooc. also there is mention of smut in this chapter THO it never gets too explicit. Also uhm. toxic yuri i guess.

Word Count: 1,264

Meredith could not seem to find peace. She turned on the bed, trying to find a good position to sleep but no matter how hard she tried, her mind could not stop racing.

It was the mage’s fault, as always. She had invited the Champion to the Gallows earlier that day, to speak on matters of the city. In recent times, Elizabeth Hawke seemed to be the only one who still answered her call. Despite being an apostate, Meredith had found that the Ferelden refugee seemed to be quite…agreeable.

Prior to their first meeting, the Knight-Commander had heard of Hawke's legendary charm, as some had put it. She had doubted it to be true, but as time passed, and her presence became more of a constant in Meredith’s life, she had found herself agreeing with the sentiment.

Not that she would admit it.

As they continued their talk, day became night, and their old dance would begin. Elizabeth would stand up and move towards the door, in an attempt to leave. Meredith would follow suit, closing the door and turning the key, trapping them both in the room. She would turn around, the two facing each other. Meredith’s hand reached towards her hair, wrapping it around her fingers and pulling and pulling, until their breaths intermingled and she whispered but one command.

‘Kiss me.’

Lips crashing onto one another and hands reaching for leather straps and cold metal, unstrapping it, the sound of it falling to the ground resonating around them. Hungry mouths found themselves on shoulders, legs, and necks, as they consumed each other. Scratches, and bites would adorn their bodies like jewelry, hidden beneath layers of clothes. None would know of their night of passion but they. An unspoken secret between the two women.

Once both had scratched that itch and found their bliss, they would collapse, first onto each other and then on Meredith’s bed, entangled in her bed sheets. Her bed was not meant for two people but the frame was still large enough to fit the two of them, albeit, there was no position in which parts of their body were not touching.

It had not been the first night they had shared together, and yet, something about it had been most troubling to the templar.

She looked at the woman sleeping beside her, and she knew it was wrong. A Knight-Commander could not be caught sleeping with an apostate, and a very well known one at that. They should not have kissed. And they most certainly should not have…explored each other so intimately.

But the apostate was like lyrium that Meredith could not seem to get enough of. She felt like a woman starved, and Elizabeth’s kisses were the only thing capable of quenching the stinging hunger in her stomach.

She had to be a maleficar, Meredith figured. She had cast a spell over Meredith, and that was why her skin felt ablaze whenever she was near. The Knight-Commander cursed herself for falling so easily into the witch’s trap.

That had to be Elizabeth’s plan all along. To tempt her into sin, to draw her close so that she and her fellow maleficar could continue to poison Kirkwall. What other reason would an apostate have, otherwise, to constantly come to the Commander’s quarters and to obey the templar.

Who was truly holding the leash?

Meredith wanted to throw her out of her bed. For a moment, she had a vision of holding the apostate by her neck, and exposing her to the Gallows for all to see - the Champion of Kirkwall, yet another source of corruption that needed to be rooted out.

She shook her head, pressing a hand against her forehead. No, that would not bode well. The templars were having enough trouble to find blood mages as was, if she accused Hawke with no evidence, she would become yet another weapon to be used against Meredith. It was bad enough that she had to rely on the Champion, and making her into a martyr would only hurt her cause.

She turned her head to Elizabeth. Her eyes were closed shut, and her chest rose and fell, softly. Her lips were slightly parted, and at times, she’d mumble something incoherent. In the few nights they had spent together, Meredith had quickly come to learn that the apostate was a heavy sleeper, taking more than a few shoves at a time to wake her once morning came.

As gently as she was able to, Meredith pushed Elizabeth’s hair away from her face, and with a curled finger, caressed her cheek. Infuriatingly, Meredith could easily imagine, and hear, what Elizabeth would say if she were awake to experience the moment.

“Affection, Knight-Commander?” She’d say with a smirk on her face. “My, we should mark it on the calendar.”

Meredith huffed, removing her hand. Her eyes trailed southwards, until they landed on her hands. Every time she’d seen the Champion, she was wearing gloves, or had bandages wrapped around her fingers. In the throes of passion, Meredith would barely pay them much mind, but now, after their nightly excursions, she was naked and the Knight-Commander could finally get answers.

Delicately, she grabbed her wrist, raising it towards her eyes. She checked for scars, the ones maleficarum gained from cutting themselves for their spells. Meredith has seen that type of scar a hundred times over and yet, found none on Elizabeth’s wrists, nor on the rest of her arm.

There were scars, however, all of them stemming from previous fights. She examined her hands. They were calloused, and her fingers seemed almost burned at the tip. And yet, whenever they touched Meredith’s chest and legs, they had the softest of touches.

Letting her arm drop, she reached for the other, just as Elizabeth turned on the bed. Meredith seized her movement, hand hovering in the air, but as the mage continued to sleep, she exhaled, grabbing her other wrist and doing the same examination.

Nothing. She frowned. They had to be hidden somewhere, surely, but the more Meredith looked - on her legs, on her stomach, even on her back - she continued to find nothing.

Elizabeth was not a maleficar - the realization slowly hit her. If she wasn’t a blood mage, then that meant that whatever disturbed feelings Meredith was starting to develop were hers and hers alone.

She frowned once again, deeper than before, as her heart ached for something it could not have. She understood now why desire was a sin. She had indulged in the feeling, and her soul was now forever stained with love for an apostate.

And yet, when her eyes landed on Elizabeth, it was as if her mind had cleared, if just for a moment. Perhaps there was good in this. If she was not a maleficar then their relationship could be permissible. None would be able to claim that it wasn’t real.

Elizabeth could be hers. Would be.

She grabbed her wrist once again, this time, bringing it to her lips. She pressed one kiss to it, then another to her forearm and lastly, on her palm. Meredith sighed. Morning would come, and the woman laying beside her would be unaware of what had trespassed, and Meredith would find herself once again praying for guidance.

But for now, she simply laid back on the bed, finding her chest pressed against Elizabeth’s back, her nose on the woman’s hair as she inhaled deeply. Arms encircled the mage and brought her close, and not too soon after, the templar drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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