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.
[ All the poses. Hmmm, prefs-wise, any of them could work? I'm always weak for them trying new stuff/kinks (oral or anal? diff positions? using powers?) ]
[giorno just living deliciously giving head is a favorite of mine tbh. love using powers also, could kind of incorporate that anywhere too. like it could be Actually On Purpose or oops having too much fun and powers happened.]
[i love ocs!! giorno's tl;dr is that he took over the mafia at age 15 with the intention of reforming it (at least a little bit) using the power of charisma and his superpowers, which are Healing and Making Living Things (plants & animals). but also he only recently made friends and then accidentally got a bunch of them killed. anime stuff. i'm always happy to au him into other settings as well! there's some more info about his general demeanor here as well.]
( for a prompt how about: Just Feeling It Out? And we can always do a jamjar setting! -the one where characters are dragged into a new universe against their will type beat- the specifics can always be handwaved. also have him aged up just a little so he's closer to her age range. maybe they are both roomies and he helps her out with her wings (cleaning them, preening, etc) and it progresses from there. i'm cool with starting it out or having them already be in the moment already. if you have any other ideas feel free to throw them at me! :D do you have any preferences as to who writes up a starter? )
[oh this is a very good starter idea, I have no notes. I think starting a little earlier would be good to feel out their dynamic a bit! and I can put together a starter sometime today if that works for you.]
[All things considered, Giorno thinks, they could each have ended up much worse off with the preassigned roommate setup.]
[They're both fairly quiet people. He, at least, would have struggled with someone who wasn't, as he needs a safe and quiet space to retreat. Her desire for physical contact startled him at first, admittedly, but he got used to it fast — so much so that he's not sure how he managed without it. It seems impossible, like an empty space that's always needed filling. So natural now to be reading and have her drape over his shoulder to ask if he's eaten or what it is he's looking at, so natural to rest a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back in greeting or as he passes. She's a touchstone, something solid and safe to build his sense of reality around.]
[It could be so much worse. And that's not even fair — it isn't even bad, per se. It's more . . . sometimes he feels out of his depth. He can fake it 'til he makes it in most situations, but with Sae, that's simply not possible. She's so genuine, any desire to keep walls up dissolves pathetically on a single look from her. So it's not bad. It's just—]
[Intimate. The word is intimate.]
[Which is not a bad thing, either. He's becoming markedly worse at acting like he doesn't enjoy these grooming sessions as much as she does, and he's caring less and less about pretending in any case. He has a sense, too, that she'd be perfectly content with that state of affairs. None of these are bad things. They're just different. And sometimes, he desperately wants the few things that make him happy here to stay the same, because he doesn't want to risk losing any of them.]
[And yet. Just as it was the first time, when she asked him to help preen her wings and he let slip that he knew more than the average person about the mechanics of the process given his curiosity about wildlife of all types, she asks him again today and he sits behind her on her bed to do just that. It's habit now, routine — a bright spot in his week, if he's being honest, and that's a fact he has shared with her in a moment of overwhelmed honesty. Watching her spread her wings, running his fingers slowly through her feathers for the first time to get a sense of how much work needs to be done . . . it's a comfort.]
[After all this time, it feels like home.]
[Working his way through the feathers of her right wing, his left hand has come to rest on her bare waist. They talk sometimes during this, but often they don't, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of the action. Something about this night feels heavier than usual, though. Not tense, but dense. Like they're walking towards each other through thick fog.]
Almost done with this one, [he murmurs after another few moments of quiet, watching his fingertips trail to the very tip of her wing. And then, absently and simply because it feels in his heart like the thing to do, he presses a light kiss to her shoulder.]
[His brain will catch up with this in a second. Just give it time.]
[Being kidnapped from her old world and sent into a new one had admittedly been easy to adjust to. The knowledge that she was actually safe here and far away from the White Coats in her original birthplace had hit her a month into her new excursion, so much so that she remembers breaking into tears. The futuristic city she was now living in held a variety of people from regular to nonhuman and it was very easy for Sae to feel like she belonged with these people, due to the wings firmly attached to her back. This new world was quickly becoming her home and one she had no desire on leaving.
It was her assigned roommate that was the best part of this entire thing. He was nice, friendly to a fault, and genuinely someone she liked being around. It was easy to get along with him despite the two of them having been strangers just a couple of months prior. He even humored Sae when it came to her touch-starved nature and never seemed to mind when she cuddled close to him or draped herself over his person. It was the little gestures in return; the way he palmed her shoulder, patted her head, or even tugged her in close against him that made her day and made her happy. It was nice to know that he was reciprocating in his own ways and that he was comfortable enough to do so.
He even recently started helping her with cleaning her wings, something that Sae has never allowed anyone else to do up until now. The idea of letting a person near her vulnerable back was something she didn’t think would ever happen. She would be baring herself open to someone, letting them see her tiny wings and the scarred skin of her back. It was a daunting task, intimidating even but she was willing to do it. Not only because she trusted him, but because she couldn't quite clean the appendages on her own. She was glad that it was Giorno that was doing this if anything. He has always been gentle with her from the start and the touch of his fingers running through her dark grey feathers has her shivering. The actions are mirrored through her feathers that ruffle and twitch, the feathers fluffing up in response.]
Oh.. [The kiss being placed on her bare shoulder burns but it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless. He's never done that before.. It wasn't a bad thing but it was enough to catch her off guard. Sae drowsily lifts her head up from where it had been resting, letting out a low warble of question. She even tilts her back, bright red eyes curious. There is a hint of pink that tints her cheeks but her expression is warm and open as she smiles at him.]
Feels good. [Despite the hoarseness coating her words, her voice is soft and quiet as she gurgles this out happily. She was so thankful for his help- it always felt so relaxing when he pulled out loose itchy feathers and readjusted ones that needed to be fixed back in place.]
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sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota
chifuyu matsuno / tokyo revengers / m/m
anna of arendelle | frozen | ota
giorno giovanna | jojo's bizarre adventure | ota
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[They're both fairly quiet people. He, at least, would have struggled with someone who wasn't, as he needs a safe and quiet space to retreat. Her desire for physical contact startled him at first, admittedly, but he got used to it fast — so much so that he's not sure how he managed without it. It seems impossible, like an empty space that's always needed filling. So natural now to be reading and have her drape over his shoulder to ask if he's eaten or what it is he's looking at, so natural to rest a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back in greeting or as he passes. She's a touchstone, something solid and safe to build his sense of reality around.]
[It could be so much worse. And that's not even fair — it isn't even bad, per se. It's more . . . sometimes he feels out of his depth. He can fake it 'til he makes it in most situations, but with Sae, that's simply not possible. She's so genuine, any desire to keep walls up dissolves pathetically on a single look from her. So it's not bad. It's just—]
[Intimate. The word is intimate.]
[Which is not a bad thing, either. He's becoming markedly worse at acting like he doesn't enjoy these grooming sessions as much as she does, and he's caring less and less about pretending in any case. He has a sense, too, that she'd be perfectly content with that state of affairs. None of these are bad things. They're just different. And sometimes, he desperately wants the few things that make him happy here to stay the same, because he doesn't want to risk losing any of them.]
[And yet. Just as it was the first time, when she asked him to help preen her wings and he let slip that he knew more than the average person about the mechanics of the process given his curiosity about wildlife of all types, she asks him again today and he sits behind her on her bed to do just that. It's habit now, routine — a bright spot in his week, if he's being honest, and that's a fact he has shared with her in a moment of overwhelmed honesty. Watching her spread her wings, running his fingers slowly through her feathers for the first time to get a sense of how much work needs to be done . . . it's a comfort.]
[After all this time, it feels like home.]
[Working his way through the feathers of her right wing, his left hand has come to rest on her bare waist. They talk sometimes during this, but often they don't, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of the action. Something about this night feels heavier than usual, though. Not tense, but dense. Like they're walking towards each other through thick fog.]
Almost done with this one, [he murmurs after another few moments of quiet, watching his fingertips trail to the very tip of her wing. And then, absently and simply because it feels in his heart like the thing to do, he presses a light kiss to her shoulder.]
[His brain will catch up with this in a second. Just give it time.]
it looks great!
It was her assigned roommate that was the best part of this entire thing. He was nice, friendly to a fault, and genuinely someone she liked being around. It was easy to get along with him despite the two of them having been strangers just a couple of months prior. He even humored Sae when it came to her touch-starved nature and never seemed to mind when she cuddled close to him or draped herself over his person. It was the little gestures in return; the way he palmed her shoulder, patted her head, or even tugged her in close against him that made her day and made her happy. It was nice to know that he was reciprocating in his own ways and that he was comfortable enough to do so.
He even recently started helping her with cleaning her wings, something that Sae has never allowed anyone else to do up until now. The idea of letting a person near her vulnerable back was something she didn’t think would ever happen. She would be baring herself open to someone, letting them see her tiny wings and the scarred skin of her back. It was a daunting task, intimidating even but she was willing to do it. Not only because she trusted him, but because she couldn't quite clean the appendages on her own. She was glad that it was Giorno that was doing this if anything. He has always been gentle with her from the start and the touch of his fingers running through her dark grey feathers has her shivering. The actions are mirrored through her feathers that ruffle and twitch, the feathers fluffing up in response.]
Oh.. [The kiss being placed on her bare shoulder burns but it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless. He's never done that before.. It wasn't a bad thing but it was enough to catch her off guard. Sae drowsily lifts her head up from where it had been resting, letting out a low warble of question. She even tilts her back, bright red eyes curious. There is a hint of pink that tints her cheeks but her expression is warm and open as she smiles at him.]
Feels good. [Despite the hoarseness coating her words, her voice is soft and quiet as she gurgles this out happily. She was so thankful for his help- it always felt so relaxing when he pulled out loose itchy feathers and readjusted ones that needed to be fixed back in place.]
Leifr | Pathfinder OC | M/M
futaba sakura : persona 5 : f/m
Misfit | DC Comics | ota
Eloise Bridgerton | Bridgerton