Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
Just Feeling It Out: Maybe you'll finally get to touch a boob!
Accidental Boner: Oh. Hi there, downstairs.
Deep Kissing: Heavy tongue action.
Flawless Approach: WILL YOU PLEASE HAVE THE SEX WITH ME? always works.
Party: A crazy atmosphere can lead to crazy decisions.
Goofballs: Both of you kind of suck at this, but at least you're cute.
Experience Difference: It doesn't count if it's not with you. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.
Boyfrands/Girlfrands: Finally rounding those bases with your honey.
No Play: They've told you no touching them below the belt. Oops!
Fumble: You touched the wrong place or said the wrong thing. Is this the end of your adventure.
Desperate: Please, please, please, let me stick it in.
Oral: Sometimes, you just want to kiss someone there.
Feels So Good: Let's hope you can last.
Love Confession: Now is a good a time as ever to tell them how you feel
Success: Awww yeah, break out the cigarette.
Failure: Hopefully they'll forgive you for staining their clothes.
Prom was actually pretty amazing. The DnD session beforehand had actually been a pretty popular idea and made for "going as a group of friends" for some of Peter's friends a lot easier. MJ and Maggie managed to convince the entire party that instead of dungeon crawling they should help free the town from the entrenched patriarchy and improve the quality of life for everyone there. It actually wasn't that hard to convince most of them because 1) it was kind of a terrible thing to not agree to and 2) teenagers loved trying to fix all the ills of society.
The dance itself wasn't all that bad either. Once Maggie actually dragged Peter out onto the dance floor he was able to relax and actually enjoy the dancing. Not that she had to drag him too hard. Maggie had looked absolutely amazing in her typical Maggie style and had always been able to put Peter at ease. Plus there was the satisfaction of watching Flash's jaw drop when Peter walked in with a real girl who was his friend So the space between them during the dance got smaller and smaller each time they went out and during one of the slow dances Peter was struck by the crazy impulse to lean in and kiss her. He didn't, because that was crazy, but it was still there.
It totally didn't help that Maggie was staying with him for the weekend. He had a bunk bed so it just made sense, right? While Aunt May had given him a bit of a look and promised him that she'd be spending the night somewhere else "to avoid getting in the way" Peter didn't realize until they got back to the apartment what she'd been thinking. And Peter hadn't really been thinking about that at all until he and Maggie were crashed out on the couch, post-party having just finished a hilariously bad movie. Somehow during the movie they'd ended up leaning against each other. Someone else looking at them might have called it snuggling but Peter was sure it was just leaning against each other. Right? Some arms may be wrapped around the other person, maybe a head in a lap, but that was still totally leaning and not cuddling.
The night had been a blast. Not that she thought it would be otherwise, but it was one of those things where there was more anxiety over the unknown than she is super comfortable with, but when she teamed up with MJ over Dnd Margaret knew things were gonna be okay.
And indeed it was.
The group was fun, the game, a blast, and Margaret loves to dance and occasionally get dressed up. She had found a dark crimson, spaghetti strapped jumpsuit that looked deliciously 70's and had a wickedly low cut back. Just one of those pieces that is cut in all the right places to flatter your form. Hair up, makeup on point, it was easy to get pulled into the music and Peter's arms. Peter who cleans up very well, surprisingly well. He was always a good looking guy but there is just something about a man in a suit that always has Margaret's gaze lingering.
And then they are on the couch, shoes scattered, earrings off, and her lean form against his lean form. Probably a good thing that they had a movie to sit through for her to realize that this is one of those moments where, like, something could happen. In the heat of the dance, it seemed almost obvious, natural, but that spell had sort of disintegrated when the music ended and they didn't have the music and the dark to make it all okay.
And it would be okay, right? If she were to put her hand lightly on his knee. To let the fingers rest and then caress, almost idly following a few inches of his inseam. Nothing absolutely forward, but enough to hint, to suggest. It brings a heat to her, from her throat on down, a sudden reminder of her own needs and how silent the apartment was.
When she put her hand on his knee Peter didn't think much about it first. Sure it was exciting because, hello, any touch by a member of the opposite sex was exciting to at this point in his life. When she moved her hand up though? Then it moved beyond exciting to something different. Something scary and fun and a million things that he didn't even have words to describe. It was good though, even if it made him squirm a bit where he was sitting.
Peter didn't know if it was his Spider-Senses or what but he was incredibly aware of Maggie right then. The way here bare shoulder felt warm through his button up shirt, her leg pressed against his and their feet sort of bumping against each other. She also smelled amazing, the sort of amazing that made him want to lean in and nuzzle her neck.
"I think- I think this is the best time I've ever had with anyone," Peter said quietly, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he turned to look at Maggie. Reaching up he gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, the back of his fingers against her cheek.
She runs warm. There's just something about her that she doesn't like thinking about too deeply, that runs hot and it's always been that way. But her hand on him, and the quick race of her heart has her almost sweltering, has the jumpsuit with all it's bare skin and light fabric too much, too constricting. It's paired with a feeling of need and desire that sort of slips over her making her feel like some sort of sex goddess. Certainly not her usual feeling of self.
Even through the fabric of his pants she can feel the beating of his heart, the swish of blood racing through veins. Or maybe that's just her imagination, hyper alert and screaming for some sort of eager pleasure release. It's as if she went from mild mannered Maggie, to silk and sin Margaret in a blink of the eye.
"Oh?" Was that a bit throaty? Yes, yes it was. A slight press up against him has the strap of her outfit sliding down the bare of her shoulder. Fabric peeling away from that already deep V neckline. More skin. More to offer in such a sweet, appealing temptation. Fingers continue to explore, nails scratching idly at the fabric that keeps her from bare skin. "That's very flattering," talking is so fucking difficult because that requires a part of her brain that is very much checking out and sitting back for the ride.
Eyelids flutter close slightly at his touch and she just lets her head ease back in a rather submissive gesture. Enjoying the light touch and the soft words.
Peter couldn’t talk at all for a moment, going into complete sensory overload as her hand continued to touch the inside of his thigh and the strap of her jumpsuit seemed to just fall off her shoulder. It had already provided a nice view but now Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of her at the moment. It wasn’t like he had been previously unaware of the fact that Maggie possessed breasts or that they were nice. It was just that now they seemed on display in a way she hadn’t been before.
His hand moved down her cheek her her shoulder, tracing along the impossibly warm and soft skin there. It was like touching electric velvet as he moved his hand along her arm, like he couldn’t possibly remove it away from her skin. Peter hoped that he didn’t have to, it felt like the one thing he wanted to touch for the rest of his life.
“I’ve got a nice things to say to you,” he said, leaning in so that he could whisper the words in her ear. His head titled down lower, nuzzling along her next with kisses that weren’t quite there. Peter could swear he could taste her on his lips though, that he could feel the essence of her flicker like a flame along his skin as it consumed him.
It had been a rough fight, but The Great Saiyaman and Jupiter had been able to pull it together, in the end. Not without some damage, though...the block was going to need some repaving, at the very least. Gohan's costume, his pride and joy, was going to need some repair as well. The cape was ripped, his gloves destroyed, and his helmet visor had been cracked, revealing a single green eye that quickly turns back to black as the young man relaxes.
It was just the two of them on the rooftop. It seemed that everyone was keeping well enough away from the aftermath of the fight, and they had a good chance of grabbing a few minutes alone. Gohan was awash in adrenaline, the thrill of victory still making his senses tingle. He glanced over at Jupiter, giving a small smile as he unbuckled his helmet. He was happy that she'd survived, and a feeling came over him. It might be the post battle excitement, or just the fact that he was a teenager...but there was just something that made him feel a bit...hungry tonight, and not his normal appetite for food.
"Hey Jupiter..." He looks around one last time, "You feeling OK?" The smile widens, "Because...well, we are alone up here, and it's kind of a pretty night..."
Jupiter wasn't sure if the Guardians would have been able to finish that last battle if it hadn't been for the Saiyaman. Whatever they had been fighting was nothing like they had battled before. She was still breathing hard as she looked out over the city and did her best to try and calm down.
Her skirt was torn in several places and there were a couple of healed, but still bloody gashes in her body suit. Thankfully, the major wounds were all healed thanks to Sailor Moon, but she was still a bit of a mess. She turned to look over at him with a small smile.
"I'm fine. If you hadn't shown up when you did I don't know what would have happened," she said, taking a step closer to him. "It's beautiful out tonight."
Her heart was still racing, but she doubted that it was still from the battle.
"I wouldn't have left the Senshi out in the lurch...especially not you." He glances down a bit, a bit of red brightening his cheeks. He will also get closer to Jupiter, reaching out to put an arm around her, "And you guys do have it good, having a member who can heal like that...still, I don't know what I'd do if you seriously got hurt."
He pauses and starts to say something else. His mouth opens, but no words come out for a second. He regains his composure after a second, then gets a resolved look in his eyes. "Jupiter...look, we're young, but something terrible could happen at any point, and I...well, I wouldn't want to lose you."
"What I'm saying is that, well...life is short in this profession, and...well, I think that we should spend it with the people we care about." He will lean his head forward, looking at her eyes. No more words come from his mouth, as he moves in to kiss her.
She was about to tell him to just shut up, but he did that already. She understood that life could be short for them, any number of beings could appear to try and destroy them at any time. She knew that there was a chance that the Senshi could live long lives, thanks to the Silver Crystal, but that future could always change.
She moved closer to him as she moved to meet his kiss. She was glad that they were friends. She was sure that they wouldn't have been able to beat the enemies that showed up before he came to town.
She pulled away from the kiss, a small spark arcing between their lips. "Nothing lasts forever. The future is always changing."
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Myrcella Baratheon | ASOIAF modern AU | ota
Margaret Dresden * Dresden Files * OTA
Wildcard Because We Do What We Want
The dance itself wasn't all that bad either. Once Maggie actually dragged Peter out onto the dance floor he was able to relax and actually enjoy the dancing. Not that she had to drag him too hard. Maggie had looked absolutely amazing in her typical Maggie style and had always been able to put Peter at ease. Plus there was the satisfaction of watching Flash's jaw drop when Peter walked in with a real girl who was his friend So the space between them during the dance got smaller and smaller each time they went out and during one of the slow dances Peter was struck by the crazy impulse to lean in and kiss her. He didn't, because that was crazy, but it was still there.
It totally didn't help that Maggie was staying with him for the weekend. He had a bunk bed so it just made sense, right? While Aunt May had given him a bit of a look and promised him that she'd be spending the night somewhere else "to avoid getting in the way" Peter didn't realize until they got back to the apartment what she'd been thinking. And Peter hadn't really been thinking about that at all until he and Maggie were crashed out on the couch, post-party having just finished a hilariously bad movie. Somehow during the movie they'd ended up leaning against each other. Someone else looking at them might have called it snuggling but Peter was sure it was just leaning against each other. Right? Some arms may be wrapped around the other person, maybe a head in a lap, but that was still totally leaning and not cuddling.
f yeah!
And indeed it was.
The group was fun, the game, a blast, and Margaret loves to dance and occasionally get dressed up. She had found a dark crimson, spaghetti strapped jumpsuit that looked deliciously 70's and had a wickedly low cut back. Just one of those pieces that is cut in all the right places to flatter your form. Hair up, makeup on point, it was easy to get pulled into the music and Peter's arms. Peter who cleans up very well, surprisingly well. He was always a good looking guy but there is just something about a man in a suit that always has Margaret's gaze lingering.
And then they are on the couch, shoes scattered, earrings off, and her lean form against his lean form. Probably a good thing that they had a movie to sit through for her to realize that this is one of those moments where, like, something could happen. In the heat of the dance, it seemed almost obvious, natural, but that spell had sort of disintegrated when the music ended and they didn't have the music and the dark to make it all okay.
And it would be okay, right? If she were to put her hand lightly on his knee. To let the fingers rest and then caress, almost idly following a few inches of his inseam. Nothing absolutely forward, but enough to hint, to suggest. It brings a heat to her, from her throat on down, a sudden reminder of her own needs and how silent the apartment was.
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Peter didn't know if it was his Spider-Senses or what but he was incredibly aware of Maggie right then. The way here bare shoulder felt warm through his button up shirt, her leg pressed against his and their feet sort of bumping against each other. She also smelled amazing, the sort of amazing that made him want to lean in and nuzzle her neck.
"I think- I think this is the best time I've ever had with anyone," Peter said quietly, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he turned to look at Maggie. Reaching up he gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, the back of his fingers against her cheek.
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Even through the fabric of his pants she can feel the beating of his heart, the swish of blood racing through veins. Or maybe that's just her imagination, hyper alert and screaming for some sort of eager pleasure release. It's as if she went from mild mannered Maggie, to silk and sin Margaret in a blink of the eye.
"Oh?" Was that a bit throaty? Yes, yes it was. A slight press up against him has the strap of her outfit sliding down the bare of her shoulder. Fabric peeling away from that already deep V neckline. More skin. More to offer in such a sweet, appealing temptation. Fingers continue to explore, nails scratching idly at the fabric that keeps her from bare skin. "That's very flattering," talking is so fucking difficult because that requires a part of her brain that is very much checking out and sitting back for the ride.
Eyelids flutter close slightly at his touch and she just lets her head ease back in a rather submissive gesture. Enjoying the light touch and the soft words.
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Peter couldn’t talk at all for a moment, going into complete sensory overload as her hand continued to touch the inside of his thigh and the strap of her jumpsuit seemed to just fall off her shoulder. It had already provided a nice view but now Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of her at the moment. It wasn’t like he had been previously unaware of the fact that Maggie possessed breasts or that they were nice. It was just that now they seemed on display in a way she hadn’t been before.
His hand moved down her cheek her her shoulder, tracing along the impossibly warm and soft skin there. It was like touching electric velvet as he moved his hand along her arm, like he couldn’t possibly remove it away from her skin. Peter hoped that he didn’t have to, it felt like the one thing he wanted to touch for the rest of his life.
“I’ve got a nice things to say to you,” he said, leaning in so that he could whisper the words in her ear. His head titled down lower, nuzzling along her next with kisses that weren’t quite there. Peter could swear he could taste her on his lips though, that he could feel the essence of her flicker like a flame along his skin as it consumed him.
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Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
Letha Regis | Original | F/M
Khloe Zhwan | Final Fantasy XIV | Fandom OC | F/F
Michele Santana | 3% | OTA
Cindy Aurum | Final Fantasy XV | M/F
Ruby Rose | RWBY | OTA
Katsuki Bakugou | BNHA | ota
Jane Andrewson | OC | F/M or F/F
Zuko | Avatar: The Last Air Bender | ota
genos | one punch man | castmates
Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter || Sailor Moon Crystal || F/M
Two dorks on a rooftop
It was just the two of them on the rooftop. It seemed that everyone was keeping well enough away from the aftermath of the fight, and they had a good chance of grabbing a few minutes alone. Gohan was awash in adrenaline, the thrill of victory still making his senses tingle. He glanced over at Jupiter, giving a small smile as he unbuckled his helmet. He was happy that she'd survived, and a feeling came over him. It might be the post battle excitement, or just the fact that he was a teenager...but there was just something that made him feel a bit...hungry tonight, and not his normal appetite for food.
"Hey Jupiter..." He looks around one last time, "You feeling OK?" The smile widens, "Because...well, we are alone up here, and it's kind of a pretty night..."
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Her skirt was torn in several places and there were a couple of healed, but still bloody gashes in her body suit. Thankfully, the major wounds were all healed thanks to Sailor Moon, but she was still a bit of a mess. She turned to look over at him with a small smile.
"I'm fine. If you hadn't shown up when you did I don't know what would have happened," she said, taking a step closer to him. "It's beautiful out tonight."
Her heart was still racing, but she doubted that it was still from the battle.
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He pauses and starts to say something else. His mouth opens, but no words come out for a second. He regains his composure after a second, then gets a resolved look in his eyes. "Jupiter...look, we're young, but something terrible could happen at any point, and I...well, I wouldn't want to lose you."
"What I'm saying is that, well...life is short in this profession, and...well, I think that we should spend it with the people we care about." He will lean his head forward, looking at her eyes. No more words come from his mouth, as he moves in to kiss her.
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She moved closer to him as she moved to meet his kiss. She was glad that they were friends. She was sure that they wouldn't have been able to beat the enemies that showed up before he came to town.
She pulled away from the kiss, a small spark arcing between their lips. "Nothing lasts forever. The future is always changing."
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Yang Xiao Long | RWBY | OTA
Tommy Shepherd | Marvel 616 | OTA
Weiss Schnee | RWBY | m/f