Who Else Pressed The Mowgli Button

eepy , discord lingering for tn; tackling the inbox & drafts tomorrow

usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.

@sickfcks said : [ OVERSTIMULATED ] sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm for orange & anna .

she   should've   known   by   the   look   in   his   eyes   over   dinner,    she   realizes        –        that   he'd   had   something   up   his   sleeve,    had   something   planned   for   them   tonight   that   wasn't   their   normal   routine   of   crawling   into   bed   to   watch   a   movie.    no,    this   was   something   else   entirely,    although   their   bed   was   still   involved        .   .   .        albeit   now   a   mess   beneath   her   trembling   body,    her   thighs   pressed   to   either   side   of   his   head,    her   hands   curled   into   soft   blonde   hair   as   his   tongue   continues   to   work   against   her   clit. 

“james.” 

drawled   out   low   and   heavy,    as   if   the   weight   of   his   name   on   her   lips   expands   past   the   amount   of   energy   she   has   left   in   her   body;    it   might've,    too,    given   she's   lost   count   of   just   how   many   times   he's   unraveled   her   here,    so   sensitive   now   that   it   takes   little   more   than   a   few   delicate   flicks   of   his   tongue   and   a   shift   of   his   fingers   curling   against   her   g-spot   to   send   her   panting   and   pulling   at   his   hair.    surely   she   hadn't   earned   this        –       hadn't   done   anything   so   lovely   to   deserve   him,       and   yet       .   .   .        

“baby,    please,    i   can't        –”        can't   anything,    really,    shifting   on   soaked   sheets   beneath   her   body,    unable   to   tell   what   was   sweat   and   what   was   her.    a   tremor   through   her   body   as   she   pulls   harder   at   his   hair,    willing   him   to   stop   for   the   moment,    but   it's   far   too   late   for   that   now,    another   gentle   caress   of   his   fingers   inside   of   her   and   she's   falling   again,    body   overtaken   by   another   orgasm   that   washes   over   her.    head   thrown   back   against   pillows   once   more,    his   name   falling   from   her   lips   in   a   succession   of   barely   audible   breaths.        

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 ?

mutuals may rb if they would like <3

#PETITMORTES , 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. slaughtered by mowgli , 28 / cst / she+hers.

LINKS: carrd ( wip ) , pinterest ( also coming soon ) , meme tag . CREDITS: promo template from jessource . psd from pinkinnards . TO DO LIST: drafts [ 00 ] , inbox [ 00 ] , queued [ 00 ] .

current muses listed below the cut .

a song of ice and fire -

myranda royce , fc: charithra chandran.

desmera redwyne , fc: nicola coughlan.

val , fc: frida gustavsson.

ashara dayne , fc: priscilla quintana.

fire and blood -

helaena targaryen , fc: phia saban, morfydd clark.

alysanne blackwood , fc: emily bader.

johanna lannister - nee westerling , fc: laura berlin.

jeyne arryn , fc: gemma arterton.

final girls -

quincy carpenter , fc: kathryn newton.

critical role -

pike trickfoot , fc: emilia clarke.

percival de rolo , fc: maxence danet - fauvel.

vex'ahlia vessar , fc: bruna marquezine.

jester lavorre , fc: nyane lebajoa.

wrestling -

anna jay.

cora jade.

liv morgan.

tatum paxley.

* fandomless original characters, open to any verse:

charlotte 'lottie' o'hara , fc: sydney sweeney , about .

" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "

       “   i    mean        .   .   .   .          it     felt    like    it        ,        but    maybe    i’m     just        being     dramatic.         “       there     was    alot     of    things     i     wanted     to    say       ,       yet    i    didn’t    want    to     come    across     as    𝗧𝗢𝗢     𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥.          she    definitely     was     confident        ,       so    confident     that     i    was     shocked     at    how        she    wanted    me     to    touch     her     that     fast.   [  NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING  ]        ,        but     it     was     also    our    first    time     meeting     in     person.         maybe     that    could    be     𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅     for     later.             “         if     my    mom     found     i    was    grabbing    your     ass    this    quick       ,        she’d    smack    me     upside     the     head.       HOWEVER        -             i’m     not    gonna    say     it     won’t    be     out    the     question     later     if    the    night     goes     well.    “

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SYDNEY SWEENEY bts

menacing on discord for the rest of the night <3

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. 

“oh,    that   wasn't   what   i        –        ”        she   flushes   crimson,    porcelain   cheeks   colored   in   an   instant   as   his   hand   extends   between   them.    sansa   had   only   meant   to   tease   him   a   little,    to   shake   him   from   whatever   reverie   had   taken   hold   of   him   within   his   mind   to   cause   the   silence,    a   silence   she   had   not   known   to   come   from   him,    in   truth.    but,    who   was   she   to   deny   him   this?    her   hand   floats   feather   soft   down   into   his,    a   gentle   smile   curling   onto   her   lips   as   she   nods.        

“   i   believe   we   both   might   end   up   in   trouble   for   bad   manners   if   i   said   no.   ”        her   hand   squeezes   his   lightly,    as   if   to   tell   him   she   is   only   jesting,    that   she   wouldn't   agree   if   she   hadn't   wanted   to.    and   maybe   in   her   own   way,    without   truly   knowing   it,    this   had   been   what   sansa   had   wanted   all   along        –        though   admitting   to   such   was        .   .   .       far   beyond   her   willingness.    he   was   the   prince,    and   wasn't   meant   for   fleeting   girlish   thoughts   and   ideas. 

“   is   there   something   troubling   you,    prince   jacaerys?   ” 

@petitmortes asked: Aren't you going to dance? / from sansa !

𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖊   𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉   𝖆𝖙   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑,   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊   𝖋𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖉   𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖘   𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊   𝖍𝖎𝖒,   yet   his   thoughts   were   far   from   the   music   or   the   festive   atmosphere.   He   had   avoided   the   dance   floor   all   evening,   his   usual   lively   demeanor   subdued   by   a   weight   he   couldn't   quite   shake.   But   when   a   voice   reached   his   ears,   soft   yet   carrying   a   note   of   gentle   challenge,   he   turned   to   face   her.

For   a   moment,   Jace   hesitated,   caught   off   guard   by   the   Northern   beauty's   question.   Sansa   was   poised,   her   auburn   hair   gleaming   in   the   candlelight,   and   her   presence   exuded   a   calm   that   was   both   inviting   and   disarming.   Realizing   his   silence   had   stretched   too   long,   he   offered   her   a   smile—small,   perhaps   a   bit   strained,   but   genuine.

"My   apologies,   Lady   Sansa,"   he   said,   inclining   his   head   slightly.   "I've   been   rather   sullen   tonight,   haven't   I?   It   seems   I   forgot   my   manners."   His   voice   was   warm,   despite   the   lingering   shadows   in   his   eyes.

Extending   his   hand   to   her,   Jace   let   the   smile   soften,   a   trace   of   his   usual   charm   returning.   "May   I   have   this   dance,   my   lady?"   he   asked,   his   tone   lighter   now,   as   if   her   question   had   sparked   something   within   him   that   had   been   dulled   by   his   earlier   mood.