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It started with an only-in-Beacon-Hills scenario: a magic spell that was all that stood between Scott and his merry band of teenage superheroes and that year's brand of total annihilation had required a very specific kind of energy to power it up. Some spells needed fire, or willpower, or blood sacrifices, but this one needed sex. And by luck of the draw, it had been up to him and the redhead to play Energizer bunnies.
Which they did. With great results and a surprising amount of enjoyment.
The next dozen times, though, there wasn't a world-saving excuse to be seen, only him and a firecracker (that he's mostly sure is of age, not that he's the type to mind) who can't seem to get enough of the way they spark together. And Peter hasn't got a word of complaint, especially when Lydia comes knocking on his door, practically shoves him back into the living room and onto the couch, and nearly rips his favorite pair of jeans before wrapping the fullest set of lips he's ever seen around his cock.
It started with an only-in-Beacon-Hills scenario: a magic spell that was all that stood between Scott and his merry band of teenage superheroes and that year's brand of total annihilation had required a very specific kind of energy to power it up. Some spells needed fire, or willpower, or blood sacrifices, but this one needed sex. And by luck of the draw, it had been up to him and the redhead to play Energizer bunnies.
Which they did. With great results and a surprising amount of enjoyment.
The next dozen times, though, there wasn't a world-saving excuse to be seen, only him and a firecracker (that he's mostly sure is of age, not that he's the type to mind) who can't seem to get enough of the way they spark together. And Peter hasn't got a word of complaint, especially when Lydia comes knocking on his door, practically shoves him back into the living room and onto the couch, and nearly rips his favorite pair of jeans before wrapping the fullest set of lips he's ever seen around his cock.
((OOC: Hello there! If you're game, I thought I'd pull from one of the previous threads with these two :) Let me know if anything needs tweaking. ))
[ They've never bothered to give it a name, or to think on it too long or too deeply. Both of them are people who know that things like peace, happiness, and pleasure were the kind of things you made the most of when you could and only questioned when you had to. Whatever it is, it works.
Works well enough, Bucky can't help but notice, for their 'moments' to come along pretty often. Although they tend to take turns, tonight is starting the way the first one did, with Wanda sneaking into his room. This time, he's familiar enough with the feel of her power in the air to know when she's unlocking his door and slipping inside.
As she approaches his bed, Bucky sits up a little and pushes his boxers down until he can kick them off. He's not sure where Wanda wants to start tonight, but so far, she hasn't had a single idea he hasn't enjoyed thoroughly. ]
[ They've never bothered to give it a name, or to think on it too long or too deeply. Both of them are people who know that things like peace, happiness, and pleasure were the kind of things you made the most of when you could and only questioned when you had to. Whatever it is, it works.
Works well enough, Bucky can't help but notice, for their 'moments' to come along pretty often. Although they tend to take turns, tonight is starting the way the first one did, with Wanda sneaking into his room. This time, he's familiar enough with the feel of her power in the air to know when she's unlocking his door and slipping inside.
As she approaches his bed, Bucky sits up a little and pushes his boxers down until he can kick them off. He's not sure where Wanda wants to start tonight, but so far, she hasn't had a single idea he hasn't enjoyed thoroughly. ]
(Jojen had seen nearly everything there had been to see about his own life. Where it began, where it would inevitably end. He saw specks of moments in between and he always felt like he was in exactly the right place at the right time. But, if he's being completely honest, he didn't see this. He'd been so preoccupied his entire life with vivid dreams and fits and seizures that he had never entertained the idea of being with someone. Anyone at all. It had never taken a shape in his mind or his visions.
Yet it didn't feel wrong. He was helping Bran, he figured. We just need a distraction. Meera needed to push forward with Bran. Hodor had to help carry. Osha had to protect and guide. That left Jojen who didn't serve much of anything except for the bearer of news so he decided he would stay behind and try to deter Theon Greyjoy. Bran hadn't wanted Theon hurt which worked for Jojen because Jojen wasn't a violent boy. Never had been. Never would be. He wouldn't come close to winning any sort of fight with Theon. So, he tried something else.
In the end, it was probably a kinder fate for Theon anyway. Where Ramsay Bolton should have been, it was Jojen. Someone who had been a guest of House Stark, a lord. Intercepted Theon after the Sack of Winterfell.
Convinced him of a better way out from the madness - which wasn't a lie. He really did know the way around the violence going on inside. Now they were alone, in the woods, resting. Jojen resting on his knees just in front of Theon with a distinctly knowing grin on his face. He knew all about Theon's other weaknesses that had nothing to do with being on the bad end of a sword. And he thought well, maybe that appetite extended to boys as much as it did girls.)
Where I come from, it's perfectly ordinary. (Not a lie. The Reeds were wilder in nature. There were plenty of ugly rumors about them and the sort of things they were willing to put in their mouths. Frogs and the like. And, apparently, cock. But if Jojen felt any shame about it, it didn't show anywhere on his face.)
Actually, most men agree we're better suited to each other's needs anyway.
Yet it didn't feel wrong. He was helping Bran, he figured. We just need a distraction. Meera needed to push forward with Bran. Hodor had to help carry. Osha had to protect and guide. That left Jojen who didn't serve much of anything except for the bearer of news so he decided he would stay behind and try to deter Theon Greyjoy. Bran hadn't wanted Theon hurt which worked for Jojen because Jojen wasn't a violent boy. Never had been. Never would be. He wouldn't come close to winning any sort of fight with Theon. So, he tried something else.
In the end, it was probably a kinder fate for Theon anyway. Where Ramsay Bolton should have been, it was Jojen. Someone who had been a guest of House Stark, a lord. Intercepted Theon after the Sack of Winterfell.
Convinced him of a better way out from the madness - which wasn't a lie. He really did know the way around the violence going on inside. Now they were alone, in the woods, resting. Jojen resting on his knees just in front of Theon with a distinctly knowing grin on his face. He knew all about Theon's other weaknesses that had nothing to do with being on the bad end of a sword. And he thought well, maybe that appetite extended to boys as much as it did girls.)
Where I come from, it's perfectly ordinary. (Not a lie. The Reeds were wilder in nature. There were plenty of ugly rumors about them and the sort of things they were willing to put in their mouths. Frogs and the like. And, apparently, cock. But if Jojen felt any shame about it, it didn't show anywhere on his face.)
Actually, most men agree we're better suited to each other's needs anyway.
In Riverdale, there are two games every year that the Bulldogs are the most psyched-up for, the ones that feel like absolute must-wins-- homecoming, naturally, and the annual match-up against their rivals across the river, the Greendale Ravens. As usual, Reggie Mantle's the one with the most swagger when it's all over and his team takes the win by two points-- though he's not afraid to admit that the Ravens gave them one hell of a fight.
And they don't admit it, but the team always looks forward to the parties that inevitably happen that night. Win or lose, they're always memorable. At least, for the people with enough brain cells left afterwards to remember. This year's, Reggie's sure, is going to be one for the books, thanks mostly to the Greendale girl that invited him into this spare bedroom of whoever's house the party is currently trashing.
Sabrina doesn't just max out both the hot and cute scales for him, but has got to be at least a foot shorter than he is, which just makes Reggie grin as he unbuckles his belt and hikes down his jeans and boxers while she kneels down right in front of where he's sitting on the edge of the bed.
And they don't admit it, but the team always looks forward to the parties that inevitably happen that night. Win or lose, they're always memorable. At least, for the people with enough brain cells left afterwards to remember. This year's, Reggie's sure, is going to be one for the books, thanks mostly to the Greendale girl that invited him into this spare bedroom of whoever's house the party is currently trashing.
Sabrina doesn't just max out both the hot and cute scales for him, but has got to be at least a foot shorter than he is, which just makes Reggie grin as he unbuckles his belt and hikes down his jeans and boxers while she kneels down right in front of where he's sitting on the edge of the bed.
zelda | breath of the wild or age of calamity | f/m
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