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.
[ Oh my GOD give me the foe yay. What kind of scenario? Post-series or during? Is Katara going to get captured by every member of the Fire Nation royal family? ]
[ Let's go post series so Katara has the win under her belt and Azula is not in the best state. Maybe Katara's pretending to want to help "Reform" her but really she just wants to figure out why Azula makes her rise more then the moon does <3 ]
A shiver of unease runs down Katara's back as the door clicks shut behind her. Even though she'd heard from Zuko that his sister--his irredeemably insane, violent, sadistic sister--was being 'treated' at this facility, she'd put off coming to visit for months. There had been so much to do after the war's end: the coronation, the peace summits, the speeches... all the effort of rebuilding the world, and Aang constantly asking the question of when when when she'd be ready to be his forever girl like he'd been hoping.
It's hard to tell him no; he's a good kid, and spirits know he deserves to be happy. He's lost more than most, and Katara understands. She just doesn't think she needs to be the one to provide that happiness for him--not in the way he wants. Not when she still needs to find answers for herself.
Zuko had been so pleased in his letter after she'd expressed interest in coming to the Fire Nation to visit Azula. His sister's rehabilitation is obviously something that he cares about deeply, so she won't deny the pang of guilt that she feels for being here now under somewhat false pretenses. Frankly, she doesn't know that a person like Azula could even be rehabilitated, and even though her opinions have shifted over the last year, she'll never forget that the Fire Nation's war is the thing that took her mother from her.
And yet, here she is, being led to the courtyard where the princess most enjoys spending her afternoon (or so they say; Katara doesn't imagine Azula enjoys anything that doesn't involve kicking baby turtle-ducks or lighting innocent people on fire). They won't be left unsupervised, of course, but the staff recognize that Katara is more than capable of protecting herself, and the princess receives so few visitors. For her part, Katara's not sure she's ready to face the girl who happily shot lightning at her, but she can't keep running forever.
When she's carted in, bound hand and foot, Katara has to work to keep her expression neutral. She's not sure what it would be, otherwise.
"Azula," she says, leaning casually against one of the large rocks that lined the koi pond. "It's been a while."
Azula had been warned in advance she had a visitor and so as she was wheeled out into the courtyard in her straight jacket and leather straps to keep her from kicking she sat with as much dignity as she could muster.
It was easier for the staff to keep Azula informed of changes to her schedule as she tended to react poorly to surprises these days. Any obscured detail could be a trick or some kind of betrayal. She was always waiting for the day when Zuko would finally come to his senses and do away with her.
But this visitor was so much of a surprise that even informing Azula of her arrival wasn't enough to let the Princess process the situation entirely. This had to be a joke didn't it? Or an attempt on her life? Well if the Water Tribe girl was going to do Zuko's dirty work for him Azula was determined to hide her fear.
"Apparently long enough that you've come to check on me. Why exactly?"
Right to the point? Perhaps it was a bit forward of her but she didn't like how close to the pond Katara was standing and her attendant knew well enough to keep Azula's chair away from the water.
Placing herself directly by the pond had been a bit of an intentional power move on Katara's part. She knew from firsthand experience that Azula was perceptive--she'd see it for what it was, though, Katara wondered if the subtle show of strength was really necessary.
Azula in her chair was an almost--almost--piteous sight. She was something dangerous and wild, like a prowling tigerdillo, or the fire in her veins. Where she had been magnificent in her fearsome tenacity before, what was she now? Katara's face was carefully nonchalant, betraying none of her thoughts.
"You know, it is possible for people to be interested in the well being of others," Katara said, unperturbed. "I wanted to see how you were doing."
Sure enough her hawklike eyes were roaming Katara’s features searching her for any hint of her true intentions. Was it fear that brought her back here? A cruel amusement at seeing Azusa helpless?
The possibility that Katara was honestly just interested in her well being seemed laughable to Azusa. Everyone had an ulterior motive.
“Oh as well as can be expected. Surrounded by peasants who take pleasure in disrespecting me, watching my brother tear down or give away everything our nation has worked hard for. It’s left me depressed.” She sighed before locking eyes with Katara.
“I’m surprised you don’t seem much stronger though. Do you find peacetime that disagreeable to living on the run? It hasn’t made you soft has it?”
[ post-chapter 1 teen flavor! up for canonmates, cross-canon, assumed cr, AUs, whatever! all prompts are good, let me know if you want to work something out first! ]
[Really this had only started out as practice for a joint live.
... All right, maybe Natsume had had some ulterior motive in only inviting Subaru and not the rest of either of their units, but he had genuinely meant to fit some practice in. Somewhere. Eventually.
But one thing had lead to another and now the redhead has the other boy backed up against a wall with his tongue in his mouth. Despite being in a practice outfit he already feels stifling and far too riled up than he wants to focus on, pressing closer to Subaru with something akin to stubborn determination. He's gone this far with this whole plan and it seems silly to back down now unless he gets rejected, fingers dragging over the other's shirt to tug at the collar.]
[If there was ever a moment to reject Natsume, it'd been before it got this far -- that's what Subaru thinks, far too into his classmate's tongue being where it probably shouldn't be if they're practicing anything else today. The feeling of Natsume's hands against him, slender fingers determined, decisive and purposeful in every movement they make, is electrifying in a way that's exactly like the magic they perform on stage, sparking beneath his skin and wanting-- needing an escape.
Which it doesn't easily get, obviously, but that's fine in its own way, Subaru's not quite as into having his back against the wall (it's just a matter of that he's not in control, he can't escape if something goes wrong) but it's Natsume, so that. Helps a little. Maybe.
Anyway. His own hands are very comfortably clasped together at the small of Natsume's back, though they detach with the persistent heat blooming beneath the surface and slide, dragging the cloth slightly in their path, to wrap around Natsume there instead, head tilting for better kissing as he pulls the other closer, humming in a pleased manner. ☆ Oh yeah, there is not a single motion of rejection here.]
[Finally Natsume has to part to catch his breath, drawing back with a soft gasp. Their lips are still close though, breaths mingling as his fingers slowly drag down the other's sides until they catch at the bottom of his shirt and give another tug. Logically the magician knows that they shouldn't really try to get into anything too involved here- it would be far too easy to be caught and there's hardly anywhere to get comfortable. The last thing that either of them needs is to be found in a compromising position.
But despite knowing that it's difficult to fully reign in the way his breath hitches softly when Subaru pulls him closer, back arching instinctively. That offered just a hint of friction between their bodies, the heat sending a pleasing shiver down his spine even though does his best to restrain any noises. Both for his pride and to not draw attention to what they're doing.
To keep himself quiet he opts to just lean in and kiss Subaru a bit more insistently, leaning against the other idol so that he's definitely more or less trapped by his body. Not that Natsume is necessarily difficult to move.]
[Not that Subaru necessarily wants to move him. All things considered, it's not bad. The chill of the the practice wall, the heat of the boy against him. As much as he'd like to be the one pressing, the nice thing about this is that it shows Natsume's own desires -- something that's more roundabout at times than straightforward, so it's nice nice nice--
His body's too hot and their clothes aren't helping any, the insistent kissing shortening his breath and stuttering his heart painfully as it needs more of everything. His hands grip onto Natsume's shirt and pulls up, they're gonna have to part to get it off but that's a problem for... problem for now-Subaru, but at least it's just a moment before he can have his nails on Natsume's naked skin, making pleased noises and wondering if the other wants his shirt o
oh
oh wait that's probably what that was about huh, Subaru's laughing a bit sorry,]
[While Natsume catches bits of the other's chuckling he doesn't know what exactly caused it but also can't be bothered to chide the other right now. Normally he would be all too glad to scold Subaru and take the attention away from his own reactions and use that time to collect himself in order to regain the upper hand, but right now he just doesn't care.
And at least Subaru seems to have caught on to what he wanted and Natsume helps wrestle his shirt the rest of the way off before doing the same with the other teen's. Once both articles of clothing are tossed aside the redhead is pulling the other close again, pressing back up against him to resume kissing properly. Fingers trace across the other's shoulders, touching almost tentatively.
Normally he isn't the one being so insistent and handsy, so Natsume can't help but feel a little apprehension over suddenly letting himself show so much boldness and initiative. While he doesn't necessarily think his companion will complain over such a switch he can't help but feel a little anxious... What if it's too much? Or what if he doesn't like it? The fortune teller parts from the kiss a little, drawing back just enough to try and catch a glimpse of Subaru's expression.]
[He loves it, Subaru does. Of course it's a little uncomfortable, being so touched and invaded on, but he's brought it upon himself so it's fine, it's fine -- and frankly speaking, he's getting a little too turned on to really care that much, grinning wider with a sparkle in his eyes as he pecks Natsume again.]
Gettin' nervous? ☆
[look you let him have one moment of talk and he's teasing
[In hindsight Natsume supposes he really should have known better than to give the other that opportunity. Subaru gets a pinch and a venomous glare for the comment.]
As if anyone would be nervous around YOU.
[And then just to make sure that he can't get in any more teasing the redhead yanks him back into another kiss, this one slightly more insistent and demanding. He nips at the other boy's lower lip, just a brief drag of teeth as he presses closer to him once again to get their bodies as flush as possible.]
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Speed/Tommy Shepherd - Marvel 616 - OTA
Prodigy/David Alleyne - Marvel-616 - OTA
Titus Groan / Gormenghast / OTA
Korra / Legend of Korra - OTA
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Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender
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It's hard to tell him no; he's a good kid, and spirits know he deserves to be happy. He's lost more than most, and Katara understands. She just doesn't think she needs to be the one to provide that happiness for him--not in the way he wants. Not when she still needs to find answers for herself.
Zuko had been so pleased in his letter after she'd expressed interest in coming to the Fire Nation to visit Azula. His sister's rehabilitation is obviously something that he cares about deeply, so she won't deny the pang of guilt that she feels for being here now under somewhat false pretenses. Frankly, she doesn't know that a person like Azula could even be rehabilitated, and even though her opinions have shifted over the last year, she'll never forget that the Fire Nation's war is the thing that took her mother from her.
And yet, here she is, being led to the courtyard where the princess most enjoys spending her afternoon (or so they say; Katara doesn't imagine Azula enjoys anything that doesn't involve kicking baby turtle-ducks or lighting innocent people on fire). They won't be left unsupervised, of course, but the staff recognize that Katara is more than capable of protecting herself, and the princess receives so few visitors. For her part, Katara's not sure she's ready to face the girl who happily shot lightning at her, but she can't keep running forever.
When she's carted in, bound hand and foot, Katara has to work to keep her expression neutral. She's not sure what it would be, otherwise.
"Azula," she says, leaning casually against one of the large rocks that lined the koi pond. "It's been a while."
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It was easier for the staff to keep Azula informed of changes to her schedule as she tended to react poorly to surprises these days. Any obscured detail could be a trick or some kind of betrayal. She was always waiting for the day when Zuko would finally come to his senses and do away with her.
But this visitor was so much of a surprise that even informing Azula of her arrival wasn't enough to let the Princess process the situation entirely. This had to be a joke didn't it? Or an attempt on her life? Well if the Water Tribe girl was going to do Zuko's dirty work for him Azula was determined to hide her fear.
"Apparently long enough that you've come to check on me. Why exactly?"
Right to the point? Perhaps it was a bit forward of her but she didn't like how close to the pond Katara was standing and her attendant knew well enough to keep Azula's chair away from the water.
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Azula in her chair was an almost--almost--piteous sight. She was something dangerous and wild, like a prowling tigerdillo, or the fire in her veins. Where she had been magnificent in her fearsome tenacity before, what was she now? Katara's face was carefully nonchalant, betraying none of her thoughts.
"You know, it is possible for people to be interested in the well being of others," Katara said, unperturbed. "I wanted to see how you were doing."
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The possibility that Katara was honestly just interested in her well being seemed laughable to Azusa. Everyone had an ulterior motive.
“Oh as well as can be expected. Surrounded by peasants who take pleasure in disrespecting me, watching my brother tear down or give away everything our nation has worked hard for. It’s left me depressed.” She sighed before locking eyes with Katara.
“I’m surprised you don’t seem much stronger though. Do you find peacetime that disagreeable to living on the run? It hasn’t made you soft has it?”
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Asbel Lhant | Tales of Graces f
Richie Tozier | IT | m/m
Kitty Pryde / X-Men / m/f
April O'Neil | TMNT (2012) | F/F
Tyrone Johnson | Cloak and Dagger | M/F
Subaru Akehoshi ☆ Ensemble Stars! ☆ ota
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... All right, maybe Natsume had had some ulterior motive in only inviting Subaru and not the rest of either of their units, but he had genuinely meant to fit some practice in. Somewhere. Eventually.
But one thing had lead to another and now the redhead has the other boy backed up against a wall with his tongue in his mouth. Despite being in a practice outfit he already feels stifling and far too riled up than he wants to focus on, pressing closer to Subaru with something akin to stubborn determination. He's gone this far with this whole plan and it seems silly to back down now unless he gets rejected, fingers dragging over the other's shirt to tug at the collar.]
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Which it doesn't easily get, obviously, but that's fine in its own way, Subaru's not quite as into having his back against the wall (it's just a matter of that he's not in control, he can't escape if something goes wrong) but it's Natsume, so that. Helps a little. Maybe.
Anyway. His own hands are very comfortably clasped together at the small of Natsume's back, though they detach with the persistent heat blooming beneath the surface and slide, dragging the cloth slightly in their path, to wrap around Natsume there instead, head tilting for better kissing as he pulls the other closer, humming in a pleased manner. ☆ Oh yeah, there is not a single motion of rejection here.]
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But despite knowing that it's difficult to fully reign in the way his breath hitches softly when Subaru pulls him closer, back arching instinctively. That offered just a hint of friction between their bodies, the heat sending a pleasing shiver down his spine even though does his best to restrain any noises. Both for his pride and to not draw attention to what they're doing.
To keep himself quiet he opts to just lean in and kiss Subaru a bit more insistently, leaning against the other idol so that he's definitely more or less trapped by his body. Not that Natsume is necessarily difficult to move.]
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His body's too hot and their clothes aren't helping any, the insistent kissing shortening his breath and stuttering his heart painfully as it needs more of everything. His hands grip onto Natsume's shirt and pulls up, they're gonna have to part to get it off but that's a problem for... problem for now-Subaru, but at least it's just a moment before he can have his nails on Natsume's naked skin, making pleased noises and wondering if the other wants his shirt o
oh
oh wait that's probably what that was about huh, Subaru's laughing a bit sorry,]
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And at least Subaru seems to have caught on to what he wanted and Natsume helps wrestle his shirt the rest of the way off before doing the same with the other teen's. Once both articles of clothing are tossed aside the redhead is pulling the other close again, pressing back up against him to resume kissing properly. Fingers trace across the other's shoulders, touching almost tentatively.
Normally he isn't the one being so insistent and handsy, so Natsume can't help but feel a little apprehension over suddenly letting himself show so much boldness and initiative. While he doesn't necessarily think his companion will complain over such a switch he can't help but feel a little anxious... What if it's too much? Or what if he doesn't like it? The fortune teller parts from the kiss a little, drawing back just enough to try and catch a glimpse of Subaru's expression.]
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Gettin' nervous? ☆
[look you let him have one moment of talk and he's teasing
like, very breathy teasing, but teasing.]
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As if anyone would be nervous around YOU.
[And then just to make sure that he can't get in any more teasing the redhead yanks him back into another kiss, this one slightly more insistent and demanding. He nips at the other boy's lower lip, just a brief drag of teeth as he presses closer to him once again to get their bodies as flush as possible.]
natsume sakasaki ☆ ensemble stars! ☆ ota
Akira "Aki" Hinomiya | crossdresser oc | ota