Menacing On Discord For The Rest Of The Night
menacing on discord for the rest of the night <3
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𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝙼 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝙸'𝙳 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴. a selective, private and indie multimuse blog with muses from a variety of media. extremely plot and narrative focused.
an exploration of nature vs nurture, the doomed characters, the self made prophecies, the anti-heros, the dark academics, the fallen chosen ones, the youth forsaken, the romantic leads.
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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *
Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.
tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞
❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞
❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞
❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞
❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞
❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞
❝ Show me how to please you. ❞
❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞
❝ That feels so good ─ ❞
❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞
❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞
❝ I want your hands on me. ❞
❝ Make love to me. ❞
❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞
❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞
❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞
❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞
❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞
❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞
❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞
❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞
❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞
❝ Your body sings to me. ❞
❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞
❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞
❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞
❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞
❝ You take me so well. ❞
❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞
❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘
❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞
❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞
❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞
❝ You’re dripping already. ❞
❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞
❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞
❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞
❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞
❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞
❝ Give me your mouth. ❞
❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞
❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞
❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞
❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞
❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞
❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞
❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞
❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞
❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞
❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞
❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞
❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞
❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞
❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞
❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞
❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞
❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞
❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞
❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞
❝ Watch me ride you. ❞
𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘
❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞
❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞
❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞
❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞
❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞
❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞
❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞
❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞
❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞
❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞
❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞
❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞
❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞
❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞
❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞
❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞
❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞
❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞
❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞
❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
one muse gives the other oral
one muse rides the other
one muse grinds on the other
one muse takes the other from the front
one muse takes the other from behind
one muse takes the other anally
one muse holds the other down during rough sex
one muse pleasures the other with their hand
one muse sits on the other’s face
one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips
one muse ties up the other
one muse uses a toy on the other
our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial
one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms
our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)
one muse shows the other a new position
one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes
one muse dresses up to seduce the other
one muse undresses the other
one muse strips for the other
one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view
one muse leaves marks on the other
one muse watches the other have sex with a third party
our muses are being watched by a third party
our muses have a threesome
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
in a bed
on the floor
on a couch or chair
in a bath, shower, or pool
in a semi-public place
against a wall
on a table or counter
in the kitchen
outdoors
in a tent
on a rug in front of a fireplace
in a sacred place
in a stairwell
in a ruined building / castle
in a garden
by the ocean
in an inn / hotel
while traveling
in an office or conference room
in a dream
this is a gift , it comes with a price . independent, highly selective multi-muse roleplay blog. featuring muses from wrestling, house of the dragon, a song of ice and fire, interview with the vampire, and more ! minors do not interact. will contain triggering & sensitive topics, follow at your own behest. #PETITMORTES , as slaughtered by mowgli, 28 / cst / she+hers .
who is the lamb & who is the knife ?
❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜ pick your poison :>
interview with the vampire (1994) sentence starters.
she had not ever been the type of woman to think she had a right to say what he should – or shouldn't do. it was easy enough to offer her professional opinion, to say that she didn't recommend the way he so often put himself into the bloody maw of danger, that she did not, and would not, ever recommend stabbing a fork into someone else's forehead, or his own. but this was something else entirely, not a professional matter – not a question of whether or not it was safe, not a sweetly spoken reminder to take caution with where he chose to bleed from.
her back pressed to the wall of her assigned medical room for the night, his hand wrapped around the delicate flesh of her wrists, holding them aloft, the stale scent of cigarettes and his cologne wafting into her nose. if lottie had heard his question, she'd not yet graced him with a response, too concerned with the way this looked, how miniscule she felt with him looming above her.
it was hardly the first time he'd had her like this – but she'd tried to ensure it was the last, had spoken gentle words of insistence, that it wasn't right. that men like him were not made for women like her. his existence alone in her personal space would've set her father raging had he known, would have ensured lottie never know the peace and quiet she'd sought out from underneath his thumb. she was trying to save them both the trouble – to make it easier in the end, when mox undoubtedly decided to tire of gentle hands and honey sweet lips.
“yes.” she manages finally, swallowing thick as her gaze drifts to his. “it's – better for the both of us if you do, isn't it?”
you could've knocked me out with a feather , i know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors ( . . . )
america's sweetheart , disgraced heiress , a honeysuckle & vanilla daydream ; charlotte o'hara .
an original character , created with no set fandom in mind -- universe flexible , mid - twenties , career verse dependent , portrayed by sydney sweeney . stats listed below the cut . biography to come eventually .
FULL NAME: charlotte june o'hara. NICKNAME(S): lottie, lj. AGE: twenty - five. DATE OF BIRTH: october 30, 1998. PLACE OF BIRTH: baton rouge, louisiana. ETHNICITY: caucasian. GENDER: cisfemale PRONOUNS: she / hers. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: compulsory heterosexual; open to shipping with any / all characters with the right chemistry & plotting. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: compulsory heteroromantic; see above. RELIGION: catholic. OCCUPATION: verse dependent; heiress, influencer, sometimes a registered nurse. EDUCATION LEVEL: verse dependent; bachelor’s degree in nursing from louisiana state university in any verse where she is a nurse; probably a yale graduate with a liberal arts degree in others. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: lives alone in a luxury studio loft apartment with her cat, toulouse. FINANCIAL STATUS: old money wealthy. SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: educated southern belle, particularly twangy and drawling when she’s tired or drunk.
HAIR COLOR: blonde. EYE COLOR: blue. HEIGHT: five feet. WEIGHT: one hundred and twenty two pounds SIGNATURE SCENT: l'art & la matiere tobacco honey eau de parfum.
FEARS: failure, having to rely fully on her family. HABITS: face touching, lip biting, knuckle cracking. ASTROLOGY: scorpio. MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good. WEATHER: gentle rain. COLOR: blue. MUSIC: oldies hits. MOVIE: casablanca. BOOK: the secret garden. SPORT: volleyball. BEVERAGE: peach tea. FOOD: crepes. ANIMAL: cats. SEASON: spring.
MOTHER: katherine o'hara, nee woods. FATHER: charles o'hara iv. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent. EXES: verse dependent. SIBLING(S): three; charles o'hara v, channing o'hara bolton, christian o'hara. CHILDREN: none / verse dependent. PET(S): a ragdoll cat named toulouse.
mutuals may rb if they would like <3
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
a plotted starter for @sunfyred
for the longest time, sansa had thought this day would never come. her position in the north had changed the day her father was imprisoned, her freedom no longer a matter that rested in his hands, but rather in the hands of her cousin, cregan. bennard stark's plotting had not ceased at just holding onto the lordship of house stark, but rather had extended far greater than his nephew could have ever imagined – a matter that had been kept quiet and secret still. long had he sought power and glory, long were the lengths he was willing to go to achieve it, even if it had meant sending his only daughter from winterfell's halls. she'd been raised as was befitting a highborn lady, prim – proper, exceptionally well - behaved when her brothers were not teasing her or drawing her ire, made into the perfect offering of a wife to viserys targaryen's firstborn son.
it'd taken an extended effort to free her from winterfell, a jointed effort between sansa's own lady mother and the hightowers, a planned trip to visit her mother's family in karhold, wherein sansa and lady margaret had boarded a ship and sailed from the shivering sea to blackwater bay. it'd not been an easy journey, so many days on board a ship that she swore her stomach had turned as often as the tides, but she had survived it. had survived the uncertain eyes at the port – and had been far more thankful than she had ever been when her feet had touched sturdy, dry land.
but if she were meant to feel less nerves, her stomach had not received the memo; freshly bathed and fed, dressed in a soft grey gown of lace and velvet, sansa had been directed into the throne room, directed forward to stand underneath the watchful gaze of far too many eyes. she hadn't known much of her husband - to - be; rumors from the south did not oft travel well north, and save for what her father had allowed her to know of aegon – that he was a handsome, targaryen king, named after the conqueror himself – she'd come into the room as uncertain and unsure as one could have possibly been.
good manners dictate that she sink into a bow, a graceful curtsy with steel grey hues downturned to the floor; she counts seconds in her head, soft, delicate numbers, until she finally exhales a breath and stands tall once more, allowing her eyes to flicker up from the floor to land on the man who sits the throne before her. her heart skips a subtle beat, a gentle flush of pink settling across the apples of her porcelain cheeks – the letters hadn't been wrong about aegon being handsome. his eyes a shade of purple that sansa longed to get lost in, the expression on his features one she cannot precisely read, but one she finds herself all the more intrigued by.
a smile curls onto her lips, warm and sweet, as her hands smooth out the skirt of her gown. “ it is a pleasure to meet you, your grace. although i fear my father's words may have . . . downplayed certain aspects of the capital. ”
