𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑.

all of that bitchin', wishing on a falling star never did me any good. i ain't got to knock on wood. independent & selective multimuse account.

[lustfooled]

lustfooled — a literate, semi-selective multimuse and multiverse roleplay account. featuring an array of different muses. written by lottie , thirty , gmt . 21+ only. please do not interact if you are under twenty one, thank you.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬. 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡.

@lustfools back-up account.

[lustfooled]

good morning all! i'll be doing more replies when i get home, i'll finally write the starters i owe from the starter call i posted on my other blog, too! hope you all have a lovely day!

[dcydrecmings]

a rueful smile flashed across her face, knowing all too well the damage fans or the media could do to relationships - platonic or romantic. it was something she refused to believe could happen to them, but she figured she wouldn't be the first person to think that - then be proven wrong when they had to actually deal with it. instead of voicing that, she held up her hand, extending her pinky finger towards him. "i promise not to let anything come between us, and have i ever broken a pinky promise?" she vaguely heard the director saying they were taking a break to fix something with the technical side, but her focus was on him. "i mean... you kind of have to be stuck with me. who else is going to put up with my crazy ideas? or point out the flaws in my plan, even if i ignore that."

[lustfooled]

the moment he's acknowledged her extended pinky finger, an amused smile curls at the corners of his mouth, his own digit wrapping around hers in response. "you've never broken a pinky promise," he agrees, so certain that nothing the press could say would dissolve their forever strengthening friendship. he wouldn't allow it and neither would she. as soon as he knows they're on break, shoulders drop instinctively, relief filling him like a flood. "i was going to say, i'm more of your one call from jail than the angel on your shoulder. nothing i could say could stop you doing something once you've set your mind onto something." his smile remains ever present, if anything it grows fonder. it's not a trait that frustrates her. after all, there's not one thing he'd change about her or her crazy ways.

[hcrrormovie]

|| closed starter || @lustfooled || || muse || lars axelsen ||

" trust me, you don't want to be wrapped up with a man that is trying to put his life back together. you deserve better than that. " it isn't that lars doesn't have real feelings for her. it had been more like he'd felt like she deserved better than to be with a man with a failed marriage and two teenage daughters. she deserves a life that is with someone that doesn't come with his baggage. though he knew that his daughters would just adore her, and be happy that their father is moving on with his life.

[lustfooled]

she watches him closely, expression imperceptible. "i think i can decide for myself what i want and what i don't want, lars." her voice is steady as she takes in his expression. as far as she was concerned, nobody had affected her quite like lars did, in all the right ways. she hadn't been this attracted nor interested in someone in so long, he left her feeling like she was a school girl with a crush. yet here she was, holding her own in front of him. "if you don't want me, then say that...but don't put it on me. you know what i want as well as i do and what i want is you."

[hcrrormovie]

|| closed starter || based || @lustfooled || || muse || charlotte campbell ||

why is that he always needs show back up into her life whenever he feels like he wants to? it wasn't fair, and charlotte is certain that he knows that already. he had always enjoyed playing mind games with her at any chance that he could. she'd swear up and down that the feelings she once had for him had turned to hate, but who is she kidding with that lie? clearly not the man that stood before her. " i promise you that i hate you... "

[lustfooled]

all he offers in response to her claim is a slight cock of his brow, "i don't think so," she had every right and every reason to hate him, but that's not to say he was convinced that it was true. after all, what run between them was deep, hard to remove. "you really hate me?" cue the pout, as his thumb slips into the front of her jeans, pulling her closer from the zip. slowly but purposefully, his gaze fixated upon her expression. if she really hated him, the act alone would prove to him exactly that. though he doubted it, a twitch of a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as hot breath lands against her neck.

[orphicdays]

it should have felt wrong, having chloe this close to him. but all it did was feel right. it was too much for him to consider even trying to explain it, to chloe, let alone to himself. so, lucien does what he does best, he ignores it. he leans into the touches and the words spoken between them, knowing that some of the very men she's flirted with are aware of their presence right now. it's easy for lucien to lean closer, to brush his thumb across chloe's chin slowly, tilt her head back so he can lean down to nudge their noses together. "maybe you need to kiss me," he whispers, lips almost brushing hers.

[lustfooled]

each touch she naturally leans into, her gaze fixated upon him now. it was easy enough to get lost in him. this beautifully, tall man. who seemed more jealous than she'd expected him to be. it would be a lie to say she wasn't attracted to it, but she wouldn't admit it in a hurry. doubted it was what he wanted to hear. she wastes no time in grasping at the collar of his shirt, "you don't need to tell me twice," she whispered against his lips, before she's pulling him closer and standing on her tippy toes, pressing her lips flush against his own, alarmed by the spark that runs right through her and the way her heart picks up an unnaturally fast pace.

[orphicdays]

he didn't exactly want to tell archie about all the people he's fucked since they parted, but winston couldn't pretend that he had remained celibate. for a while, there had been nobody else because winston couldn't even bring himself to consider looking at another person. but then, there came a time that winston needed the company of a stranger in his bed, just to get him through the lonely evenings. before long, winston was sleeping with guys to forget about archie, though all it ever seemed to do was remind him of how different from archie they were. but now, he has archie in their bed again. and god, this was everything he had been dreaming of for years. the thought of archie not being fucked like this, the way winston knows he craves, it's ridiculous to even consider, let alone know that it's the truth. archie has been deprived of the good, hard fucking he's longed for all these years. "you've been missing out on it, huh, baby?" winston couldn't fathom not getting archie ready for years, not when he actually had the chance to. it was just so much fucking fun to open him up, to watch his thighs tremble and his lip wobble as he tried to hold his moans in. "at first, it did. when you were so tight and new to it all. couldn't take my cock for so long, could you?" fingers tuck into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly as he leans down to kiss him. "d'you want me to stop making you think about him?"

[lustfooled]

it's not as though he had expected winston to stay abstinent. he just didn't want to know the details about it, wished to remain blissfully ignorant to the thoughts of the other man lying with anyone else. the mere hint of it left him feeling sick to his stomach, left his chest feeling tighter and heavier than it had only seconds before. it was wrong, archie knew that without question, but the feelings persisted. as if they didn't care how morally grey they were. he nods slowly, alongside a gentle hum, looking up at him with innocent doe eyes. for archie, the foreplay was as important as everything else. winston had always been particularly skilled at all of it. when he closed his eyes, it'd be a lie to say he didn't consistently think of him. didn't wish it was his fingers sliding inside of him, opening him up. that didn't fantasize that it was his cock inside of him, making him feel so full. "it took me a long time to get used to your cock, daddy." the admission fell so sweetly, his arms coiling around his neck, pulling him closer; before his hands ran across his chest, biting down hard against his lips. fuck. he couldn't quite believe he'd deprived himself of him for so long. loathed himself for walking away, letting his silly thoughts cloud his mind and his judgement. he nods again, looking up at him, eyes searching eyes. "whenever i touch myself, win. all that gets me off is thinking about you." it's quite the admission, but in the heat of his arousal, he can't lie. he doesn't want to, either. "you're the only one who touches me right..."

[unspcken]

IT WASN'T THE PERFECT VANTAGE POINT. charlie can see him in the mirror, but the distance erases the finer details and from over his shoulder, the scope of what she can glimpse is sacrificed for closeness. but what she lacks in view, she can feel, each movement made flush against her. the expansion of his ribs as each breath begins to come both quicker and deeper, pace steadying as he climbs in tempo. hips shifting back, pressed against her core. whines that reach her ears after charlie's feels them rumble up from his chest, sweet and needy notes that make her own cheeks flush hot with desire. she knows what he's asking from and she answers without lifting her hands from his frame, "i licked my fingers, and wished i had your mouth to make me wet." his exposed jaw begs for her mouth, and charlie leans forward to kiss the sharp corner of bone, dark rough beard tickling her lips as his head falls back. "and then i touched myself, so slowly at first." she's narrating into his ear, knows he can hear her own voice thin and rise as her excitement grows.

[lustfooled]

his hunger for her was overwhelming, so much so he couldn't possibly hide it. at least not now, with his body exposed to her, his cock hard in his hand, his fingertips working desperately along his length at the mere thought of her. his fingers squeeze around himself as she speaks, as she remains so close to him...yet not quite close enough. each subtle touch she delivers only makes his desperation grow. his hips rock up into his hand, watching her with eyes filled with dark desire. a shiver rushes right through his frame as she speaks, the words enough to paint a pretty picture inside of his mind. his chest rises and falls visibly, biting down into his bottom lip. "oh, fuck, charlie." he whispered it, but the edge of a groan in his voice is easy enough to hear. he's practically drooling over the thought of her, wanting to reach out and touch her, to give into every desire. he was being a good boy, though, and he'd remain exactly that.

[orphicdays]

it was fair to say that gus was an idiot. he might be a harrison and therefore be far better at reading situations than others, but he was, first and foremost, a man. it wasn't like he didn't know that samar would be affected by this situation at some point, so he wasn't entirely stupid. but he likely let it go on far too long and it wasn't as though he had realised immediately. it was after a minute or two of the man talking that it clicked for gus, so he didn't tell him to get lost like he wanted to. being hit on has never been something he's been used to and now is certainly no exception. there's only one man he wants to flirt with him and it's not this guy. he takes a sip of his drink, eyebrows raised as he feigns interest, not wanting to come across as rude but god, does he want to shove this guy. gus' attention turns entirely to samar's when he finds himself beside them, smile genuine and wide as he looks at his boyfriend. "hi, baby." and then, just as his attention had turned, gus' entire body does, facing samar as he leans against the bar, free hand reaching down to tuck his fingers into his belt loops, dragging him in closer.

[lustfooled]

his hand instinctively reaches around gus's waist, holding him close, gaze fixated upon the man that had poorly attempted to flirt with him. samar had always been relatively clear-headed. at least, he'd always been able to push any strong emotions into the back of his mind and not comment or act upon them. yet when it came to the man in his arms, he couldn't resist, he couldn't refrain. it was important to him, as important as breathing, that everyone knew exactly who he belonged with. that they knew exactly who he was going home with that evening. the man raises his hands in mock defense, shifting way from the pair, but it's not until he's out of view that he turns to gus, gaze softening immediately. he loved him more than he'd thought possible. needed him ways that terrified him. he presses a kiss to his mouth; deeper than it needed to be, full of the depths of devotion that he harbored for the other man. "you've got to stop being so damn captivating, baby." he whispered, pulling back with not a hint of malice in his tone or gaze. "i'm meant to fix broken noses, not cause them."

[silverliines]

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quite on the verge of madness ––– only apt way to describe the feeling of being edged straight to oblivion. could have swore he made a grave mistake in giving them permission to do however as they pleased to him. and yet… his head kicks back with another moan. mind so fogged with delirious ecstasy that demand of 'say the magic words' draws the most ill-advised ( yet true ) words from his mouth : “ i love you. ”

[lustfooled]

i love you. they were the last words that otto had expected to tumble out of cassian's mouth, in the midst of his delirium. he doesn't know what to say. he's not even sure his mind can process it correctly. his fingers grasp into the other man's thighs, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, deepening it hungrily. although they weren't the magic words that he'd anticipated, he gives into temptation, gives into him. he pulls back, only to wrap his lips around his cock, eyes dark as they watch cassian closely, head moving with intent.

[silverliines]

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back pressed up against rough brick of the wall, statement has the breath catching in her throat. quite unlike her : to be rendered speechless. distracting nature of their warmth breath on her face makes it no easier to clarify her thoughts ; to get her bearings. ana finally manages to grit her teeth ––– hands finding their chest to push them back. put them at arm's length. just as she always has. “ you are nothing compared to him. ” dark eyebrows raise ––– silent challenge in her gaze. “ as if you are not otherwise preoccupied yourself. ”

[lustfooled]

for a beat, he's convinced he's got through to her. then she's pushing him away, her words seemingly another attempt to push him back even further. "nothing?" he counters, eyes widening as if he's impressed by the claim. it was not often that basil found himself this captivated by anyone. as wrong as it might've been, that wasn't enough to prevent him for going for what he wanted. "nothing could occupy my attention better than you, ana..." the words fall softly, as if he's immune to her wounding words, to her purposeful pushes. he takes another step forward, his gaze searching her expression for confirmation of what he really wants to hear from her. "does he really know how to touch you? know how you want to be touched?"

[orphicdays]

lucien knows that he is overreacting about the entire thing just a little bit, but it's difficult not to. chloe is a beautiful girl, she's supposed to be his girl. and it doesn't necessarily sit right with him that guys think she's for the taking when actually, she's supposed to be with him. "they are getting the wrong idea about you, chlo. and us. and i just... don't fucking like that, y'know?" sighing softly, lucien's cheeks go pink, the kiss to his cheek making his eyes roll, trying to play it all off as though he doesn't really care. but he does, he cares more than he can ever admit to. "mhm, you're supposed to be mine."

[lustfooled]

"i don't want them getting the wrong idea about me. about us." she meant it, fingers tracing soothing lines along the back of his neck. it was instinctive, this need to make sure he felt comfortable, that he knew that she was still on the same page, even if she'd let the night go to her head. "how do we show them?" she asks then, long lashes fluttering as her nose nudges delicately against his jaw. this was the whole point, after all, and she couldn't say she disliked the closeness, either. even if it was all an act, it was one she was enjoying. her following words are whispered delicately within his ear, "how do we let them see that i'm yours?"

[dvstbvnnies]

There's an almost true full down-turned frown on his mouth, and she wishes desperately that there was a way she could get rid of it. She sits in her discomfort, her regret, however, and waits for his response. This was his home and his life she'd walked back into, no warning. He'd lead this discussion, despite the fact that she felt like she had so much she'd wanted to say, even if her brain felt stuck right this moment.

She couldn't help but feel like, as soon as Jonty attempted to regain his composure, hers fell more short. Tears had long been falling down her cheeks, though this wouldn't have been a new sight, apart from the obvious topic of discussion of course. Romy almost can't look at him anymore, in hopes that the lack of seeing him will quell the tightness in her throat and the burning of her eyes.

It's then she hears him, except not just him, but the most painful noise she'd ever heard come from his lips. She'd not just watched him lose his composure, she'd watched it fall from his grasp entirely. He still missed her? He wants to know them both? Romy had expected this to go many ways, but not in the direction of almost, almost open arms. Her nickname falls from her lips, and she finds herself unable to see him through the tears welling and catching in her lashes. "Jonty, I missed you every fucking day. I was never not thinking of you. I thought of you every second of every minute of every god-damned day, and I do not expect you to still love me, but I love you so much, and running away from you will always, always be my greatest mistake." Her breath comes in quiet, heaving gasps as she speaks, and concern of Arlo pools in the pit of her chest, not wanting for him to see her like this, but she can't stop.

[lustfooled]

He could try with all of his might to convey anger or contempt, but it wouldn't be the reality of what overwhelmed him. As far as Jonty was concerned, so much time had been wasted already. He didn't want to waste anymore pretending he was nothing but angry. Pretending he didn't understand her decision. As painful as it was, he did understand. There was so much more he could've done back then. He had so many connections up his sleeve and he hadn't used a single one. For fear of stepping over a boundary he hadn't known would be laid in the first place. For fear of finding out a truth he couldn't bear. He had been a coward and he'd have to live with that fact for the rest of his life, but that's not to say he was willing to dwell in it. He'd learn from it.

Jonty hadn't ever stopped loving her. Flings came and went and they hadn't ever provided him what what he needed, they'd never been able to fill that emptiness within his heart that Romy had left him with. He'd stopped trying, stopped seeing the point. He'd focused on his work, on his father's far-too-high expectations. He'd succeeded in them. Exceeded them, even, yet the hollowness remained. Just has he'd always expected it would.

Listening to her closely, every word is like the softest melody. He's almost tempted to ask her to pinch him, cannot quite believe that this is happening. That she's stood before him, that she feels the same way for him as he did for her. Tears still fall down his cheeks, but he doesn't pay them any attention anymore. Instead, he reaches out for her hands, entangling them with his own, bringing them towards his lips. He presses a kiss against her digits, practically breathing her in, willing to drown within her scent. It's almost as if he's really checking that this is real. That she's really here with him again. That this isn't some remarkable dream his brain had conjured to torture him. Yet she still smelt the same, hesitant to let go of her hands. "I should've come and found you." he admits within a choked sob. "I should've never stopped looking." A shaky exhale follows suit, resting his cheek against her hand. "I do love you. I never stopped. My parents tried so hard to set me up with whoever they thought would be right for me, but it never was. They were never you."

[orphicdays]

the look lucien gives her is one that conveys how unimpressed he is, because they both know that she was in fact flirting. he wished he didn't find it so infuriating to see her flirt and dance around the other guys. it was frustrating beyond belief and lucien wanted those feelings to be gone, more than anything. eyes roll and he reaches down to rest his hands against her waist, head tilting to look at chloe. "i don't know, chloe, is it? because i wonder if you even recall what the point of this whole thing is with the way you're all over guys who are less than half what you're worth."

[lustfooled]

she supposes that he makes a good point, though she wasn't willing to admit it outright. "i'm not all over them," the words fall weaker still, nose scrunching as she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek. oceanic eyes meet his own and there's a look of genuine appreciation in her gaze. "i will stop." she decides after a beat, offering a playful roll of her eyes. "i don't want them getting the wrong impression. as far as they're concerned, i only have eyes for you." it wasn't a hard lie to sell. lucien was a beautiful man and he was also genuinely kind. she felt safe around him, like all her front could dissipate without worry.

[orphicdays]

closed starter for: @lustfooled

"if we're doing this, you need to stop flirting with the other guys all night." it was supposed to be fake. it wasn't supposed to make lucien jealous every time he so much as glanced in their direction and saw them all over other guys. and fine, maybe 'all over' was a stretch, but that's how it felt.

[lustfooled]

"i'm not flirting with the other guys," the argument is weak, considering that she definitely is. it's not as though it had been overly intentional, she was flirty by default. it didn't mean anything as far as she was concerned. though her brothers had reminded her time and time and time again that some men might not see it that way, it wasn't enough to prevent her from being herself. "from where i'm stood, i might be flirting with them, but they can see me going home with you." she changes tact, aware that the previous argument was one she would lose, arms coiling around his neck. "and isn't that, dear lucien, the whole point?"

[moonwltches]

there's no denying that hint of disappointment in her tone and it makes his face drop all over again. because he knows where this is going, knows they've been here before, and knows she won't give up on trying to make him believe he's worthy. he's not and the thought has lingered for far too long to let a few nice words make him change that. his own father never being around and only skipping out to start a new family shifted something inside him long ago, making it so he never felt worthy of much. the problem is that he looks at her and wants to be. "come on." there's desperation in his tone, even as his hands slip away and slip into the pockets of his jeans. "i don't need to like myself, okay? i just need ... to be better and i'm trying." his hands slipping into his pockets doesn't do anything when there's already this need to reach out for her. "i'm not gonna fuck this up again," he mumbles, finally letting his hands reach back out to curl around her waist. even when he had grown accustomed to being on his own and not needing anyone, she's the one who came into his life and changed everything. "i won't leave you again. i love you enough that it's all that matters." / @lustfooled

[lustfooled]

all she wants is for him to reach out and hold her again. the distance between them enough to make her feel cold. she smiles at his words, brightening the moment his arms coil around her waist. her gaze remains locked upon his expression, heart hammering hard against her chest. olive knew she loved him, with every fiber of her being she loved him. she hoped she could love him enough for the both of them. it would always break her heart that he didn't believe he was worthy. but it'd never be enough for her to pull away from him. all olive wanted was to love him wholly, to recognize how earnest her devotion to him was. "i don't want to live life without you, i refuse to, actually..." she whispers it, allowing her hand to cradle his cheek, thumb grazing against his jaw, leaning in to press a chaste kiss his mouth. she knew that there was nobody else out there who'd ever make her feel like he did. it was all-consuming. in a way that satisfied every inch of her; mind, heart, body and soul. "nobody makes me feel like you do. i love you more than anything."

[moonwltches]

hearing that sniffle cracks something inside her, making her freeze right where she stands without the ability to even look away from him. he's not this guy. calm, cool, sarcasm dripping from him with such ease. maybe that's what had first drawn her to him because she saw someone who seemingly let things brush off his shoulder with practiced ease and she needed that. the one thing she never needed was to fall in love with him. in some fucked up way, she didn't want it because it gave her mother everything the older woman wanted. finally, another child ready to settle down and be happy when she'd never wanted it for herself. but with him? it felt as easy as breathing air into her lungs. right now, breathing feels damn near impossible. "otto," she speaks his name, her tone low, even hushed. like speaking too loud will snap something in him or even her. she knew coming here was a mistake because seeing him wouldn't do her any good, but she wants to see him and wants to know he's okay. instead, she sees the guy she still loves who is nothing more than a drunken mess of jealousy and sadness that can't be hidden. tightening her jaw, she inches a step closer and hands lift to wrap around his in order to pull them away from his face. being gentle only ever comes easy with her siblings—though, that's still rare at times—but it's so easy with him at times that it scares her. "i'm taking you home," she murmurs with a sternness that lets him know she's not giving him a choice. / @lustfooled

[lustfooled]

he hadn't ever needed anyone. a fact he'd prided himself on. yet in meeting tanya, he'd found someone that if he didn't need, he certainly wanted. it had scared him. this urgency to be around her, wondering what she was doing when they were apart, wishing that they didn't have to be. it was almost too much for the independent, stoic man to bear. so he'd ran. and the moment he'd started to run, he'd regretted it. but it always felt too late to turn back around. now he found himself getting drunk at parties that she was destined to be at, making a fool of himself over and over again. it wasn't him, but losing her had broken something inside of him, something that he'd wrapped up tight in tape when he'd lost his father, something that had already been so fragile, something that he felt so lost without. he looks at her, stunned as she pulls his hands from his face. he still felt ashamed; cheeks red with embarrassment. "i don't want t-" to ruin your night. he cuts himself off, aware it was a futile response. he knew not to argue with her when she was determined about something and deep down inside he wanted to be with her for longer, even if it was within the most humiliating moment of his life. "okay," he whispers softly, his tone barely above a whisper. this was a side of himself that nobody else got to see. all pretense dissolving by the second. "please...i'd like you to take me home."