Adolescent Sexual Exploration

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The Adolescent Sexual Exploration Meme


Though the concept of "adolescence" is a relatively new one, the nebulous age between the onset of puberty and the age of majority has almost always been a time for changes. A young person's body as well as their mind is changing, but most importantly, they are on their way to becoming a sexually mature adult. Often times, these adolescents may feel the desire to express themselves in this intimate way and experiment with others their own age. This may happen in a safe environment, but not always. Depending on the time and place, these sort of activities may be viewed as harmless or the ultimate taboos, especially if the desired person or act is otherwise "deviant." Still, that doesn't change the fact that the urge, more likely than not, is very, very present.

How to Play
-This meme is for sexual exploration between inexperienced, underaged characters. The point is for character growth, awkwardness, sweetness, or fluff, not necessarily sexiness.
-All characters should be 18 and under or taken from a canon point where they are (ie, canon!Dean Winchester isn't applicable to this meme, but pre-canon teen!Dean is).
-All characters, human or not, within the correct age range are welcome.
-When commenting, please include your preferences.
-Comment to other characters.




GENERAL
1. Sneaking out
2. Planned First Time/Dating
3. Arranged Marriage/Married Young
4. Tradition (IE, boys being taken to brothels to "become men")
5. Kids Alone Together in the Cruel World
6. Non-Consensual
7. Sheltered and Naive
8. Incest
9. Attempting to Be More "Adult" or Mature
10. Playfulness or Roughhousing Turns Into Something More
11. The Sibling of my Friend
12. Childhood Best Friends
13. The Girl/Boy Next Door
14. Always Had a Crush on You
15. You're Something New to Try, I've Never Seen Someone Like You
16. Freestyle

School-Related/Modern
1. Party/Drunk
2. Dare or Seven Minutes in Heaven Gone Awry
3. Sleepover
4. Under the Bleachers at a School Event
5. The Classic Back Seat of a Car
6. Getting Too Close at the Haunted House
7. On the Bus for a School Trip
8. Beach or Mountain Vacation - Uh Oh, You're in the Same Hotel Room!
9. Empty Classroom After School Hours
10. In the Shower After Sports
11. At the Movies
12. Overnight Field Trip
21. Freestyle

Comments

terra. teen titans. f/m

[earthen]

( Canon, normal human/depowered AU, whatever. Come at me.

To avoid tl;dr, for the canonblind: tiny blonde girl with a free spirit, drifter tendencies, and baggage out the everything because of uncontrollable geomancer powers that are hinted to have a body count. )

Peter Quill (Teen) ★ Marvel Comics ★ OTA

[cazimi]

Scott Summers | Marvel Comics | m/f

[behindthevisor]

(OOC: Setting this back when he was a teenager.)

quinn fabray | glee

[fabraylous]

[crossed_an_ocean]

[OOC: Ignore the access message, mis-clicked. LOL Anyway, Scott here has always had a chip on his shoulder about being adopted from China to the US. Could Quinn turn out to have a secret thing for the preacher's kid?]

[fabraylous]

[ lol no worries. dw has a weird set up. and yeeees, i love fdtd so i'm super here for this. their parents are probably all friends too (until her dad takes off at least, lol). ]

[crossed_an_ocean]

[OOC: Awesome! Let me know if this needs tweaking.]

Scott doesn't care for these kinds of parties. He'd much rather be at home listening to music or working on whatever project that was on his mind, or hanging with his couple of actual sort-of friends playing video games or something, not occupying a corner of some rich kid's living room watching the richer, more popular kids drink and make out and play stupid games like Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven like it's some friggin' sitcom. The truth is, of course, that Scott doesn't actually get invited to these parties. First of all, he's the preacher's kid and worse, he's adopted from China. (He whispers it in his head the way the old biddies always do on Sundays.)

There's some kind of huge ruckus, with some people laughing and others freaking out, and Scott looks up to find out that somehow, the bottle's landed aimed directly between a football player and a cheerleader to point right at him and, judging by the pointing and giggling going on, it's none other that Quinn Fabray that's done the spinning.

Of course it's Quinn. The ridiculously gorgeous blonde, the most perfect girl in school, the one he's had a secret crush on for something short of forever. Scott already feels his cheeks burning, so he's getting to his feet to get the hell out of there when someone's got a hold of his shoulders. There's a bustle and some cursing-- from him-- and suddenly, he's thrown in a closet.

With Quinn Fabray.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry, Dad.

[fabraylous]

[ ooc: i am SO sorry this is so late. the past few weeks have really sucked rl wise. ]

Quinn had worked hard to get her pre-baby body back. It had been a lot of work but really it had been easy. Getting her reputation back was something else entirely. She had been the most popular girl in school who had gotten knocked up by her boy friend's best friend. She had been the president of the Celibacy Club who lectured people that pre-marital sex made the angels cry. She had been captain of the Cheerios now she was in glee club. The want, maybe even the need to be popular again and to move on from everything that had happened was one of the main reasons she had gone to the party. At one point she had been there with Santana and Brittany but the two of them had disappeared.

She hadn't really wanted to play spin the bottle, it seemed too juvenile to her now. Didn't she use to be the one who pushed people to play it before? Amazing how things changed. When the bottle lands on Scott she can't help but stare. Of course it would land on Scott. If anything Quinn had been surprised to see him here, she didn't think this would be his type of scene. She had gone to his dad's church before her father had kicked her out. She had always liked him. He was nice and she had begun to realize not too many people were actually nice. They were in different circles though, so she had never spent much time with him.

Before she can even say anything she's beeing tugged to her feet and then pushed into the closet with Scott, the door closing behind them. Great.

After a moment, one that feels impossibly long she looks up at Scott.

"So..."

[crossed_an_ocean]

[OOC: No worries, I know how it goes. I'm good for backtagging :) ]

Scott wasn't going to kid himself-- there had been a hot minute once Quinn had returned to school after having a baby that he'd wondered if she'd fallen far enough down the social ladder that he might have a chance, but when it was clear she wanted to get back to the top, that idea vanished. What Quinn wanted, she got, at far as he could tell, and that was that.

And now, the twisted hand of teenage fate had locked them in a closet together with their entire peer group outside all but chanting for them to start getting hot and heavy. He's sure of what he wants to say right up until Quinn looks up at him and she's so pretty it makes his chest tight. Scott stumbles through the words instead of saying them as calmly as he'd been planning.

"So, yeah, um... Obviously, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to... Because this is really such a stupid game..."

[fabraylous]

[ yay! <3!!! ]

For a moment she doesn't say anything. If it had been anyone else they probably would have pushed her against the wall the second the door closed. She was barely aware of the sounds from the other side of the closet.

She took a step closer to him. Honestly, it had been a while since she had kissed anyone. Most boys at school probably saw her as damaged goods. Santana had told her that was probably a good thing, but deep down Quinn craved that sort of connection. She liked being with someone. She liked the feel of being close to someone, she liked kissing them. It was silly and it was stupid, but sometimes it made her forget how awful everything else was. She liked feeling and sometimes believing she was important to someone - at least in that moment.

"Do... you want too?" Before having a baby Quinn couldn't help but assume that all the boys at her school wanted to be with her and she loved it. But now she wasn't sure. Besides Scott was nice. Nicer than Finn even. Definitely nicer than Puck. There was a part of her that did want to kiss him. It didn't have to mean anything. It was part of a game, a stupid game.

[crossed_an_ocean]

Quinn's having a baby didn't really register for Scott. Oh, he knew the whole story, but besides being naturally disinclined to listen to rumor and gossip about people, he also did enough volunteering (of the sort-of-mandatory kind) at his dad's outreach center to have seen enough other girls go through the same things she had and come out of it walking a lot less taller.

Her question made him blink and Scott swayed on his feet for a moment, taken aback. "Well, um... Sure. But, like, only if you're okay with it. You shouldn't have to do anything you don't want to."

[fabraylous]

He really did care about what she wanted. She wasn't used to that. He cared. Which was probably why she took another step towards him so they were practically touching. It would be nice to kiss someone who actually cared. To pretend for just a few moments that she could be with someone who cared. It was a party, a game. It didn't have to mean anything after that. Did it?

She didn't say anything. Instead, she went up on her toes and kissed him. She closed her eyes and her hands held onto his shirt.

[crossed_an_ocean]

He had to be dreaming, but Scott knew he wasn't because if he had been, dream-him would have been a lot less awkward. But still, Quinn Fabray's lips were on his, and it was her idea. She'd made the move, and Scott was frozen in shock for a few seconds before he mentally slapped himself out of it.

Relaxing, he finally leaned down and into her kiss, tilting his head to fit with Quinn better. Scott's hands drifted down and hesitatingly landed on her hips, tugging her that last inch that separated them.

[fabraylous]

Quinn can't help but think that even though this was a game it could end badly. Her luck with guys hadn't been great lately, not that she deserved to have any good luck. Finn was with Rachel and Puck was well... Puck. Except kissing Scott felt good, really good. Her arms move to go around his neck and she leans her body into his. After a few moments she opened her mouth to his to deepen their kiss.

Kevin "Wither" Ford | Marvel 616 | OTA

[southernreaper]

School - 2 (7 minutes in heaven)

[futurephoenix]

Kevin hadn't even playing. He'd been kind of... hovering and telekinesis came in handy when playing spin the bottle. The mouth of the bottle had slowed to a stop between two people and had pointed past their circle, right at Kevin.

"Looks like you just got lucky!" Quentin said with a grin, hopping up and grabbing Kevin's arm to drag him into the closet before he could argue.

Of course, Quentin knew who he was. Duh, telepath. But more than that, most people got the 'don't touch these people if you don't want to die' rundown upon arrival. Quentin loved a challenge though.

He bit his lip now that they were alone in the darkness of the closet, his hand still on Kevin's arm, half reassuring, half to keep him from bolting.

"Okay, gimme a sec and let me concentrate," He could do this, just the thinnest of shields.

[southernreaper]

Kevin had been hovering. He'd been more curious than anything. Spin the bottle isn't exactly something he can play. Not without a power dampener and the seniors, in their "wisdom", have decided that he doesn't get one of those. Not to use on a regular basis, anyway. They'll give him one for special occasions. The chance to play spin the bottle isn't one of them.

He stares, blankly, when the bottle points right to him. What the hell? Doesn't that mean another spin? Or something? He's a little dumbfounded when Quentin grabs his arm and drags him to the closet.

"Are you crazy?" Kevin snaps at Quentin. He knows about the telepathy and telekinesis. All the kids know who to practice their shields around. He tries to jerk away, but the closet is too cramped. "This isn't funny and I'm not playing. Let go of me."

[futurephoenix]

He half scoffs, half laughs when Kevin questions his sanity. Quite the loaded question. Maybe this was crazy, but he'd already died once at the school, twice if you included Wolverine killing him in his telepathically constructed world, so what was one more?

"I'm not trying to be funny. Just-" He let go of Kevin's arm, hesitates, then holds his breath as he reaches up to card his fingers through Kevin's hair and around the back of his neck. Another pause. And... nothing. Letting out a shaky exhale, he gives the other mutant a lopsided smirk.

"See?" Skin on skin. He wet his lips, leaning in slightly, apparently much less confident in the actual kissing bit than the brush with death bit.

[southernreaper]

Kevin jerks back so hard that he slams his head into the wall. That hurt.

"Ow." He pushes Quentin's hand off of him. "You are crazy." Kevin hisses out. "You got a death wish?" But the hand in his hair feels nice. Kevin doesn't get skin to skin contact. (Miss Frost doesn't count. That's skin to diamond.)

He wants to experience what this supposed seven minutes in heaven is like, but he's the untouchable one, the one people actively avoid, because it's uncomfortable with him.

But there's still not that rush, that pull he feels when he touches something organic. "Come on, now stop it."

[futurephoenix]

The thud actually sounds pretty painful, so Quentin's knee jerk eye roll is topped off with a grimace. It doesn't stop him from making his point, or more accurately, proving his own theory correct. Obviously, he was the greatest mutant to ever live.

Quentin sighed in frustration and annoyance, but let his hand drop. It figured. Even when he was one of the only people who could touch someone, he still didn't have a chance. He made sure whatever disappointment and rejection he was feeling got channeled straight into annoyance. Hurt feelings? Please, bitch, he was way above that.

"Fine," He held his hands out to his sides sullenly, though it was debatable as to whether Kevin could see them in the dark, "Happy?"

[southernreaper]

Kevin can't see them in the dark. But at least they aren't touching him any more, and they aren't making him not understand what's going on.

And he wants to be touched. He misses the random touches. Hell, he misses being beat up the way he was before he got here. Everyone's so damned careful with him.

"You did that on purpose." He accuses, softly. "With the bottle. Why?" Because Kevin is curious. And he's willing to keep the other guy's reputation intact. No reason they shouldn't get a little bit of a rep boost out of here.

[futurephoenix]

Quentin shrugs, the gesture itself lost in the dark, but the shuffle of fabric made it pretty clear what he'd done. He leaned back against some shelving, making it creak. Not exactly comfortable, but he'd pretend it was.

"Sure. I don't know. I was pretty sure I could tou-kiss you and you were hanging around like you wanted to join in. So, why not?" It was something he'd been working on and thinking about for a while. Not exactly about kissing Kevin... more like a defense against Rogue, or anyone else like her. Kevin was just a happy accident and a perfect guinea pig, though a kiss would've been nice too.

[southernreaper]

Kevin wants to make it an automatic denial. He wants to call bullshit and storm out of here. He wants... Hell, alright, he'd be willing to kiss Quentin. He's not nearly as straight as his pursuit of Laurie implies. He'd come to terms with that a long time ago.

"You couldn't kiss me." Kevin challenges. Because he's pretty sure Quentin couldn't, but let's test that theory.

"I'm deadly, Quent, you know that." He smirks in the dark. "You really wanna die for a kiss?"

[futurephoenix]

His brow furrowed in stubborn determination at the bold faced challenge. The only limitations Quentin would accept would be ones he chose for himself. And, if Kevin's only objection to getting a kiss was potentially killing someone... well, that was hardly a good reason at all.

"Maybe to someone with a little less talent you are," He was about to prove just how awesome he was, or eat shit and look like an idiot... So, no different than his life ninety-nine percent of the time.

Kevin had a few inches on him. Didn't matter. Without hesitation, he once again pushed his fingers through Kevin's hair to cup the back of his neck, his other hand grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him closer into a very determined kiss. He pressed his lips hard against Kevin's, fighting the rush of adrenaline in an attempt to stay focused, keep the thin telekinetic guard up, containing the other mutant's very deadly power.

It was working. It was fucking working. He smirked triumphantly into the kiss, obviously smug.

[southernreaper]

Quent is going to get himself killed. The thought crosses Kevin's mind as Quent leans in for the kiss, but he had challenged him. He shouldn't be surprised at all.

He starts for a second, waiting for that horrible rush, the thrill of his power working. When it doesn't, Kevin is too dumbfounded for a second to do much of anything.

Then, he cups Quentin's face and leans into the kiss. He's not nearly as straight as people seem to think he is. When Quent smirks, Kevin's tongue sweeps into his mouth and brushes against his tongue. Not his first guy kiss.