Come to my window, sneak into the light

[whentheymeme]

Sexy Sleepover

inspired by a "kink i want to play" comment on rpa: Bare bones is that some teenage friends have a sleep over where typical sleep over silliness occurs...or, at least, it does until one of the girls decides to sneak her boyfriend/fuckbuddy in. Now, whether things swing more sexy due to the girls egging each other on, having a little naughty fun, or just being horny is negotiable. The guy being grumpy about getting dragged into "girly stuff" until the tides turn or into it from the start depends on your tastes. The popcorn's buttered to perfection, the horror movies queued up, and salacious stories ready for the telling. That can only mean one thing: sleepover! Whether it's a more casual, unplanned adult version - just crashing at someone's house - or the stereotypical teen romp, you and a friend (and possibly some other folks) are sharing the same living space for the night. Only it doesn't look like you'll be getting too much sleep tonight, because somehow, someway, things have taken a turn for the...heated. Maybe this was the score all along, and the "sleepover" cover was only a clever ruse, perhaps a playful party game got too handsy, secret feelings bubbled over - or someone not on the guest list got snuck in or gatecrashed! Comment with your character, prefs, etc. This meme can be whatever you want it to be. Cute, steamy, more ~refined~ with grown ass adults who don't do "sleepovers" thank you very much, kinky, it doesn't matter. Play multiple characters and do threesomes or moresomes. I'm not the meme police, live your life. Reply to others. Be respectful.

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Haruka Nanase | Free! | m/m

[mizugiapron]

[It'll likely be a sleepover at his place with his close friends. Dares getting out of hand and feelings boiling over before any relationship are good. Threesomes, fondling or sex in front of the others, someone bringing toys or sexy clothing for some ideas.

Preferences here. Leaning towards Haru being more sub lately.]

Alastair Godwin ⚜️ Dungeons & Dragons OC ⚜️ OTA

[wildnobility]

[asanctuary]

The sounds of the party still going on one hallway away are muffled now. There's about two doors in between them, and several hours of people slowly fading back outside to their cars or taxis or walks home. It's late - or really, it's early. The party is already at about forty percent of what it started as, and while the threads of music still beat through the very foundations of this house, it's background noise by now.

Moritz is sitting up briefly, sipping at a water bottle that managed to survive the evening. The solo cups and bottles he went through are in the recycle bins back out in the main body of the party, though he's still unsteady while handing the bottle over to the only other person sharing this room with him. "Here you go." He says, his giggle almost as lopsided as his grin.

Moritz had had the idea of going somewhere a bit quieter, but Alastair had been the one to charge into the rest of the house in search of an appropriate room. This is someone's bedroom - a guest room, maybe? There's seashell decorations on the nightstand, a little wooden angel on the bookcase. Moritz had trailed fingers unsteadily across the frame of a beach painting on the wall.

Right now, Moritz lays back into the bed with a sigh. His head spins pleasantly, and when he looks back up to check in with Alastair, he has to grab onto the pillows to make sure he doesn't feel like he'll float off and away. "How-- how're you feelin'?" He asks, his blinks coming slower.

There's no disguising the smile he directs up at Alastair once he's gotten his eye back on him, though.

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[the_tailor]

[pidge_out]

[It's not often that there's a quiet night in the castle. There's always training to do, or Galra attacking, or just plain work to be done. For Pidge, the latter is what usually applies to her during her free time. But tonight, Lance seems to have taken it upon himself to make sure Pidge does the exact opposite of work. In fact, he's dragged her out to the rec room for a movie night, and has even gone and brought all of their pillows and blankets out with them.

Pidge only puts up with it because it's Lance, and he's promised that the Altean film pick of the night will be the weirdest one yet. So far it definitely has her tilting her head in confusion, fiddling with the pillow she's pulled into her lap as if that'll help her understand.]

...So- Is the one with the green markings supposed to be helping the one with the yellow markings?

[the_tailor]

Maaaaaybe...? I mean, either she's about to pull a knife on him or kiss him. Or maybe both. Alteans are weird.

[As if humans are any better. Either way. Lance is just happy that he's managed to convince his girlfriend to take a night off from her constant computer fiddling. She's a workaholic, and while that's okay in minor doses, there are too many times where he's had to haul her to bed after finding her passed out over her laptop in the middle of the night.

Besides, he's been wanting a date night with her anyway, and it's not like they can just pop out for a nice dinner somewhere.]

I don't think I'd get this even if I knew Altean.

[pidge_out]

[Pidge's nose scrunches up as she turns her head, squinting to try to understand what exactly she's looking at.] Well... Alteans maybe have a totally different concept of storytelling than we do.

[After another moment she tilts her head the other way. Obviously a different angle will help. Or something.]

I kind of wanna show Allura and ask what's going on, but what if this is the equivalent of Altean porn and she gets weird about it?

[the_tailor]

[He tilts his head as well, though the opposite way. As if that'll give a different perspective. Well. It sort of does.]

Why would she just have porn laying around, though? It's not like it took me too long to find this.

[pidge_out]

[She frowns a little at the screen, brow still furrowed in thought.] Dude, I don't know. We don't really know a lot about Altean social norms.

[And then she lets out a resigned huff and falls back a bit, just enough that she's leaning against Lance while her eyes stay on the screen.] We should probably stop creeping on her movies. Just in case.

[the_tailor]

We're not creeping! It was seriously just kind of laying around with like...I dunno, those weird documentaries Coran tries to show us sometimes.

[He pulls her a little closer, eyes darting over to her face. Lance can't deny it; she looks...really adorable when her brow is furrowed like that, and leans in to place a little kiss on her forehead.]

[pidge_out]

[She makes a little noise when she feels his lips on her head, half protest and half acknowledgment, even as she settles in against him. He's warm, and it's nice, and it's enough to make her not care as much about the movie being confusing.]

Maybe she put it there because she figured we wouldn't look through those?

[the_tailor]

If this is porn, it's really bad porn. They're not even naked. Aliens or not, I'm pretty sure you gotta be naked to do the do.

[Even if she makes that little annoyed sound of hers, he knows that she doesn't mind him being affectionate, as long as she's not deep in her work. And right now? It's just the two of them.]

[pidge_out]

You don't know. By Altean standards, this- [She outstretches an arm to gesture at the... admittedly extremely boring scene playing out onscreen.] -could be really hot.

[But whatever. If nothing else, they're at least spending time together in peace.]

Gwen Stacy || TASM

[arachnophiling]

[webdesigned]

Does Peter Parker have something against doors? Considering he always ends up at Gwen's window over her door, it sure seems like it. His excuse is the doorman is intimidating; the reality is he sees her face faster if he just skips the elevator.

It's late, it's really late, and no doubt she's asleep already. Maybe she won't even hear him knock. He does it anyway, with slightly bruised knuckles, though that's not anything new. He's actually relatively in one piece, though, at least for him. He lingers on her fire escape, maybe leaning closer to the glass to try and hear if she's moving around inside.

If she's sleeping, he'll leave, he tells himself. Yeah, because he's always been great at leaving Gwen Stacy for her own good, right?

[arachnophiling]

Well, Gwen might have a spider sense of her own. That is, she sort of just knows when Peter is where he shouldn't be - and she's maybe a lighter sleeper because of it. Though the knocking is almost passed off as a dream.

When she stirs, she blinks at her clock, bleary eyed. A quick look to the window and there's Peter's silhouette (hopefully Peter's). Shit. It's hard to stumble out of bed quietly but she manages, sliding the window open.

"Peter," she says in a hushed voice, "what are you doing here?" Gwen's already ushering him in, looking for some life threatening injury. "Do you know what time it is?"

[webdesigned]

"Midnight?" Peter tries, carefully climbing through her window like he's done it a million times. Let's be honest, he has. He spots the bleary red numbers on her bed and feels a pang of guilt. "Well, it's midnight somewhere," he murmurs, at least a little apologetic for the 3:26 that he sees reflected back at him.

Gwen won't find any big injuries, besides the graze across his knuckles, but she'll get a chance to inspect him up close when he draws her nearer. She's wearing striped pajamas, he notes, as he tucks fingers in a flannel collar and tries to feel bad about waking her, like he should, instead of reveling in her closeness like he always does.

"I just wanted to see you," he answers lamely. He just feels better when he's with her, and after a long night there is no place he would rather be.

[arachnophiling]

There's a fondness in her sigh. It's the sort of same relief and exasperation she used to see in her mother, when her father would come home late. Gwen knows perfectly well what she's gotten herself into.

"Here I am." She presses her nose to Peter's neck. "Do you need a shower?" Maybe not a shower. Her mom won't be too surprised to know Peter's here but the shower might be a bit loud. "Some - Face wipes? Food?" Her hands rub over Peter's arms. She's already forgiven him for the late intrusion.

[webdesigned]

A shower sounds tempting, though not because he feels particularly grimy, just because he's sore enough to think the hot water would be nice. Still, even if it would be a good idea (Gwen's mother is a bit more lenient about his presence than Chief Stacy had been, but still... probably shouldn't push his luck), he can't quite imagine wandering off now that he's here and Gwen is close. So often he feels guilty about the way it feels natural to hold her, but tonight it was exactly what he wanted. Needed, maybe.

"Are you trying to tell me I've got something on my face?" he laughs, though it's paired with a shake of his head. "No, no. I'm okay. You should be sleeping, anyway. Come on." He doesn't much think about the fact he invited himself to her bed as he takes a step toward it. "I'll hang out until you fall asleep, then I'll go." He sits on the edge of her mattress, and offers her a weary smile. He knows the questions stem from worry, so the easiest way to reassure is to show her there's nothing wrong.

He wishes he had a more valiant reason for showing up at her window at three in the morning, but he doesn't. He'd just wanted her, end of story.

[arachnophiling]

"Yeah," she agrees, laughing too. He doesn't really. No broken noses or split lips tonight, just Peter's stupid face with his wide smile. "This doesn't work that way. You don't get to show up and disappear before morning."

Crawling on the bed, Gwen comes up behind Peter. She presses a kiss to his cheek before pulling his arm. Coaxing him to join her. "You should be sleeping, too. It's weird if you just hang out and watch me sleep, Peter."

[webdesigned]

No, nothing remarkable on his dumb face tonight, though at the idea she's spotted something strange on it he makes it look even dumber to spite her. It's almost like his eyebrows are attempting the wave. "Did I get it?" He inquires, though they both know that wouldn't help if he actually did have something on his face, and he never had anything to start with. When she tucks in behind him and presses a kiss to his cheek he turns and thumbs at her mouth.

"You've got a little something, here," he murmurs, with a smoothness that he only seems to find with Gwen. There's nothing there but her smile, but he kisses away whatever he'd been teasing her about. There's not a lot of reluctance at the idea of lying down with her, either, though he should defend himself that it's not weird, instead he focuses on the invitation to stay.

"Are you sure that's..." Okay with her mother? Okay with Gwen herself? Okay with her dead father that had been desperate for them to stay away from each other? Take your pick, all applied.

[arachnophiling]

He's always been smooth. In his not at all smooth way. That's one of the things she likes about him.

"Yes, I'm sure that's." If they're kissing, Gwen will take another one. And maybe another another, sliding back as she tries to take Peter with her. "Stay. Maybe you can even eat breakfast with us."

[webdesigned]

He huffs a laugh, in a silent you know what I meant, but since she did he doesn't have to correct her. Gwen has always been gifted at reading between his lines, understanding in the absences. And it's hard to say no when she's leaning back in her blankets and trying to pull him along with her.

Okay, not trying, succeeding, because not being close enough to kiss her seems impossible. A part of Peter wants to protest, staying the night with her and breakfast with her family sounds too perfect, too good, when he's knows he's betraying her father with every kiss he steals. The pang of guilt doesn't linger as sharp as it usually does.

"Maybe. Are you having pancakes?" He murmurs, leaning against her and brushing some hair over her shoulder, letting his fingers run the line of her neck.

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]