sleep, sleep, sleep

[connike]

For some reason you are at a slumber party. No. Seriously. You are at a slumber party. DON'T QUESTION IT. You can be there by choice, or maybe just the will of the universe teleported you there. Who knows. All that is important now is you are involved in a slumber party ritual and you have to participate. No. Seriously. You are compelled to.

Also, you may be wearing a slumber party outfit... whether it's appropriate or not is up to how cruel your mun is the fates.

Or maybe you just really were invited to a slumber party. Who knows, that's half the fun~

Not sure of a game to get involved in? Well, we have compiled a nice little list for you that you can RNG a number for:

Games:

1. Truth or Dare - Who hasn't enjoyed this game? Well.... except this time you are completely compelled to do what ever the asker has told you to do.. or tell the complete truth

2. Spin the bottle - Crap. Let's just hope it doesn't land on that one person you reeeeeeeeeeeeally hate.

3. 7 minutes in Heaven - Get shoved in a closet. You aren't let out until there is some serious kissing.

4. Bloody Mary - Summoning dead angry ghosts by chanting at a mirror? WHY NOT?

5. Pillow Fight - Possibly not as sexy as the pornos make it seem.

Activities:

6. Scary Movie - ...Who decided that we should marathon Jaws, The Birds, and Psycho all in one night?

7. Chick Flick - I think I need a good cry or maybe a nice gushy romantic comedy

8. Gossip - Oh let me tell you about what I heard about her brother's sister's cousin.

9. Karaoke - Are we really drunk enough for this? (The answer is always yes)

Bath and Beauty:

10. Make over - You need a new look. And we're gonna make you HOT.

11. Make Under - Let's see how RIDICULOUS we can make you look :D

12. Fashion show - Someone got into mom's cloooset.

13. Spa Day! - Facial masks, popping pimps, doing nails. What could be better?

Pranks:

14. Shaving cream on the hand - Alright. get your feather ready, time to give someone a cream beard.

15. TPing/Egging - Well, what better kind of slumber party is there than the type where you wreck revenge on someone else's house?

16. Forking - Forks + Lawn = Hilarious time?

17. Hand in a warm bowl - Wanna get someone to pee their pants? This is the prompt for you.

18. Bra/Undies in the Freezer - This is how we get hot heads to... (/sunglasses) cool down in the morning.

... or go wild and crazy and make up your own scenarios! The possibilities are endless.

Instructions are simple:
-Post up with your character, their series. (Be sure to include prefs if you don't want a certain scenario)

-Tag others with whatever prompt... or make up your own

-OHMAIGAWD ITS A SLEEPOVER.

meme taken from here
originally posted by memeswearhouse

Comments

[crownless]

Dude. You know I don't read comics. I'm an otaku.

[Travis glares at him for a few moments, seriously deliberating whether this is worth it (of course it's worth it, his pride is at stake) before, with a huff, shifting over to Wade's side of the closet.]

Wanna put money on that? I'll prove you wrong, right here, right now.

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade doesn't falter. He rarely, if ever, backs down from a potential challenge. And it's time for this little punk to realize who he's messing with.]

Fine. You wanna go toe-to-toe with me? Let's dance, asshole. How much you wanna put down? How much you wanna bet that you can actually use that mouth of yours for something other than talking shit all day?

[His eyes narrow in a savage smirk.]

Because I have it on good authority that I could blow your fucking mind before you have the chance to even think "no homo".

SCREAMS INTO THE NIGHT

[crownless]

Fifty bucks.

[Nothing good will come of this. He's going to regret this. Which is what he should be thinking if he was thinking logically--now, though, he's not thinking straight. Screw it. He yanks Wade's mask up past his nose and mouth.]

Now, for once in your life? Shut the fuck up.

[He closes the distance, bringing their mouths crashing together.]

NO REGRETS JUST TSUNDERES

[ishotyouuu]

Mmf--!

[Whatever Wade had been planning to say is suddenly lost as Travis smashes his lips against his own, hard enough to hurt; hard enough to practically feel their goddamn teeth click together.]

Motherfucker--

[He recovers from the surprise almost instantly, pushing back against Travis's mouth aggressively, a harsh and angry growl rasping in his throat. At the same time his hands fist themselves in Travis's hair-- that douchey spiked hair that makes him look like a fucking hipster cockatiel-- and tugs hard.

If this asshole wants to prove a point, he's gonna have to work at it.]

NO HOMO LIFTS US UP WHERE WE BELONG...........

[crownless]

[A triumphant grin crosses his face, even through the odd rattling feeling--it feels more weird than painful, really, and when he's so fucking determined it doesn't even matter. He tries to laugh; breathless, it turns into a sigh against Wade's mouth; he drags his teeth across the other man's lips and bites back. Like fuck he's letting up. Not when he's already thrown himself into this full-on.]

Had-- [he gasps-- this asshole, grabbing his hair. Travis presses Wade into the wall with his hand on the man's chest. Hard enough to dig his nails in.] --had enough yet?

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade gasps as Travis's teeth sink down into the tender flesh of his lips; he pulls away slightly in order to catch his breath. He's chagrined to discover that he needs to catch his breath; that his breathing has already become fast and shallow.]

Fuck you. [His voice is practically a snarl.

His fingers tighten in Travis's hair as he yanks him against his mouth again, his tongue sliding slowly, tantalizingly against Travis's lower lip. At the same time his hips rise up to press tightly against the other man's.

If Travis thinks Wade is the type to give up without a fight, he is very, sorely mistaken. And Wade's going to make sure he remembers that.]

[crownless]

You'd like that, huh.

[Smug smug smug, soooo very smug. Good thing the kissing is shutting him right up, too. He's relishing in this stupid game, in the pressure of their bodies against each other. Travis pushes and grinds right the fuck back. Not like it's tough when Wade's dragging him closer by the hair, and when his body's starting to do things on its own.

...Like the blood starting to rush down to his groin, for one.

Well. Damn.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade moans into Travis's mouth as he feels the other man's hips slide irresistibly against his. His breath shudders; his hands tremble in Travis's hair. He has to admit it-- all aggressiveness and posturing aside, Travis Touchdown is a damn good kisser.

But fuck if he's gonna let him know that. Not when he's working so hard to get Wade to back down with all the grinding and pushing and-- wait.

Wait, did he just feel--

That pressure against his hip--

Oh my god.

Wade breaks away with a triumphant, throaty chuckle.]

Why, Mr. Touchdown... is that a beam katana in your pocket or are you just enjoying this way too much?

[crownless]

[Travis hums his approval as Wade reacts. Like he said. He is damn good, and-- wait, tongue where?

Travis looks from Wade, to his crotch, and back to Wade, annnnd back to his crotch.]

Oh, shut up!

[Shit, has it really been that long since he's gotten any action? I mean, he's only half-hard, so it only half-counts, but still. He takes this opportunity to actually breathe. (And also to wipe his mouth on the sleeve of his coat, because whoa. spit, and whatnot.)]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade is equally breathless, but he's regained enough control of himself to laugh.]

Well. I'd say you earned that fifty bucks, dude. Not too bad for an insufferable prick. Unfortunately... [He drifts his gaze down below Travis's belt.]... looks like you owe me fifty bucks too. On account of the little camping trip you're going on right now.

[He raises and lowers one shoulder in a flippant shrug.] But hey, at least you broke even, huh?

[Grinning, Wade reaches out and pats Travis's cheek.]

Frankly, I was absolutely sure you'd lose.

[crownless]

Aw, fuck...

[Shame returning? Shaaaame returning. Travis backs off a bit, shooting Wade an indignant look when he pats him on the cheek.]

Seriously? You're just-- [Is he seriously saying this. Is he seriously saying this.] --you're just gonna call it quits right there?

[Well, his horniness has officially out-reasoned his logic. Not the first time. Shit. Travis abashedly runs a hand through his now reasonably mussed hair.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade's eyes widen in mock surprise.]

Why, Mr. Touchdown... are you actually getting sweet on me? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered. As for whether or not I'm gonna call it quits here... that depends. On you, mostly.

[He grins, placing his hands behind his head and leaning casually against the wall.] I only stopped because our seven minutes are up, apparently. But if you wanna continue our little, uh... "discussion" we've got going here... I might be persuaded.

[crownless]

You son of a bitch.

[Travis shifts. His, er, problem's not resolving itself at all, and he's starting to get uncomfortable.]

Fine. Fine. I... I wanna keep going.

Preferably not in a fucking closet.

[ishotyouuu]

[His grin is triumphant.]

There. That wasn't so hard, was it? We're gonna need a more appropriate setting if we want to take care of your... situation you've got going on.

[He snickers.] So. My place or yours?

[crownless]

Yeah, yeah, gloat all you want. Technically, I did still win.

[Travis thinks of his figures everywhere, all the stuff he never picked up off his floor, how small and pathetic his room is overall--

--and also, the fact that his cat will probably judge him.]

...Let's go with yours.

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade scoffs, waving his hand back and forth in a gesture of disinterest.]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever gets you through the night, dude. My place it is. Just be careful not to step on all the piles of money when you get in. [A smirk.]

Oh. One more thing.

[He doesn't shove Travis against the wall so much as merely pin him, firmly and insistently. The kiss he delivers is a little softer than the frantic, violent kisses they'd engaged in before-- softer and slower and yet not by any means chaste.

At the same time his hand reaches down to cup the bulge in Travis's trousers, massaging him roughly through the cloth with the heel of his palm. He lightly sucks on Travis's lower lip, letting the kiss linger before he finally pulls away with one of the cockiest and most self-satisfied grins he's worn all evening.]

Just a little taste of things to come. See you soon.

[And just like that, he's slipped out of the closet, being sure to mutter loudly and angrily to the other partygoers about what a waste of time that was and how that was the worst seven minutes he's ever spent and what the hell did they think was gonna happen between them.

He always knew how to put on a performance.]

i'd like to thank the academy

[crownless]

Uh huh. [Travis huffs, rolling his eyes.]

[But then, Wade is on him. It's a shock, which is strange, when it's so much less... forceful than before, harried and desperate and crushing and insistent.

Fuck, he's good.

Travis feels his breath catch in his throat. He's backed up against the wall, and he's not going to push back--not when this is so damn enjoyable an experience--but he finds his hand gripping Wade's arm. If only for stability. To hang onto something solid enough, maybe. And Wade, Wade knows where he should be feeling, which buttons need to get pressed right now, and Travis lets his hips push right into Wade's palm. Like putty in his hands. He's getting into it. Too into it. He doesn't care; he doesn't care, he doesn't he doesn't.

He's halfway through a moan when Wade pulls away, leaving him leaning helplessly forward, mouth still hanging half-open.

The closet door opens. Wade's gone before he can say a word in protest.]

...Fuck.

[Oh, yeah. And his cock's still not helping.]