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@lustfools
lustfools — 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.
DAKOTA JOHNSON as LUCY MATERIALISTS (2025) — dir. Celine Song
i've been inspired, so i'm adding four ladies to my roster.
paloma lomeli / monica barbaro fc. thirty five. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. spanish teacher at secondary school. moved from mexico to england when she was seventeen alongside the rest of her family. working in an impoverished area with troubled students but she enjoys her job a lot. has been perpetually single since arriving in the country. focusing on her studies.
juliana souza / giovana cordeiro fc. twenty nine. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. therapeutic radiotherapist / university lecturer. sociable and caring. enjoys working alongside people and knowing she's making a difference. she's been working in radiotherapy since she was twenty one - leaving university - and quickly moved up the ranks. has gone back to the university she graduated from to teach.
beatriz vicencio / alexa demie fc. thirty five. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. diagnostic radiotherapist / university lecturer. has seen the worst of the worst and still keeps her humour. says things like it is and doesn't let anything hold her back. smarter than many peg her as. working on her phd. she can appear intimidating at first, but ends up being her students most appreciated lecturer. values passion over grades.
anita kassir / mika abdalla fc. twenty five. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. midwife. the biggest girls girl on the planet. has always known she wanted to be a midwife and make sure that every pregnant person she works alongside has the best experience possible, or at least feels completely validated and respected by their midwife. outspoken, but not ashamed of it. doctors are wary of her, and she's glad of it.
Madison Beer | LOVERGIRL — 2026
𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .
𝑱𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑺 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .
𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬 . Obsession ( 2026 ) .
𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .
𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .
"suing seems like it take a lot of work and effort, so you get a pass. this time." narrowing her eyes as she finished, in mock threat. a soft smile forced it's way onto her face at the squeeze of her hand. old habits die hard, and one she'd yet to outgrow was expecting people to laugh at her for whatever she said. though whatever doubt had been in her mind, was quickly pushed to the side as he spoke, excitement taking over. "exactly! the world would be a better place if more people acknowledged the fact it's a great movie. i got to play sophie once, and i literally cried when i read the cast list. sometimes you just need to let yourself have fun, don't you?" and putting real life on pause to pretend you were on a greek island seemed like perfect fun to her. "you know... i don't want to know how often i've watched that scene on youtube. but i have to ask now... what's the other four in your top five?"
"no way. that's so cool. what an amazing show to be a part of. how bad were the show blues after that one?" he'd done enough shows in his time to know how brutal they could be. that feeling of loss hard to describe to anyone not in the industry. "yes, absolutely. fun is important. fun is necessary. what's the point in living if you're not having some fun?" he tilts his head, his smile becoming a permanent fixture against his expression. "did you enjoy doing that scene when you performed it?" he can imagine that is an entirely different experience. "uh, good question..." a hand raises, rubbing at the back of his neck as he scours his mind for his list. "okay, so - carrie is...definitely up there. when harry met sally. the nightmare before christmas. mamma mia." he's counting on his hand, reaching four, before he recalls suddenly, "oh and cars!" a snort follows suit, mainly because it's quite a varied set. "what about your top five?"
it's far too easy for lennon to move silver around however he likes. she practically becomes putty in his hands, letting him do anything he wants without her even considering putting a stop to it. she only shifts slightly to comfortably press her knee against the counter top, a slight burn along the back of her thigh as she's stretched open for her fiancé. colour spreads down her chest as she considers how she must look to him right now. and if it were anybody else, silver knows she'd be beyond embarrassed. but lennon looking at her like this, lennon spreading her open for him, it's like he's a gift for her. wrapped up with a neat little bow for him to unwrap and do whatever he wants to. and god, silver was more than happy to let him do it. the sound of his zipper being dragged down practically bounces around the room, making her skin tingle, ears buzzing with excitement. "mhm," she moans, forehead pressing against the cool surface of the counter. moans slip from her lips as lennon's cock presses into her, hands curling into fists as she fights the urge to rock back against him, desperate to take the full length of him. "still wet from this morning," silver mutters, head turning to press her cheek against the counter, straining slightly to see lennon where he's pressed against her back. "and... was thinking about this," she confesses, lips shiny and wet as they part. "was hoping you'd give me your cock like this, daddy. feels so fucking good inside me. like... like it was made for me."
she looks beautiful. she never looks anything but beautiful. it's one of his favourite sights; seeing her all spread out and desperate for him. it fuels him in ways he hadn't known he could be fueled. he watches closely as his cock slowly disappears inside of her pussy, biting down against his bottom lip as the feeling of her wet heat wraps around him, burning at his insides. lennon's good at resisting and at restraining himself. until she speaks and he struggles not to give into her immediately. one hand remains firm against her thigh, keeping her steady and stable. his hips move painfully slowly, his cock aching, almost uncomfortably, needing the friction like he needed oxygen. the moment he's balls deep, he can't restrain himself anymore. his hips rock with purpose; pressing inside of her once fast, with no warning, free hand grasping firm at her hip. "fuck, look at you. your pussy feels so good around daddy's cock, princess." he gasps; peppering desperate, open-mouthed kisses - and moans - against her soft flesh. sweat raises against his temple as he sneaks another look, enamored with the way his cock buries deep inside of his fiancee's slick heat. his hips begin to gyrate, slowly, but surely, pressing his length deep inside of her over and over again, but still attempting to tease silver with the speed...or lack thereof.
cordelia sighs, rubbing her thumb between her eyebrows, trying to force the crease from between it away. "y'know," she starts slowly, "it's really annoying that you say it like that because now i feel bad for being annoyed." she takes a seat, sinking heavily into the plush sofa as she grabs a cushion to hold onto. "i can't go alone, noah." cordelia's voice is soft, much softer than she would like it to be in this moment. it shows all of her weaknesses. "if he sees me there alone... it'll be like he won." and hadn't he already? her ex was marrying her former best friend, after years of them fooling around behind cordelia's back. it felt like a kick in the teeth that she had been invited in the first place but the last thing cordelia could do was refuse to attend. she had to show that she was over it, that she was growing further and doing much better than they could ever consider her to be.
noah wasn't one to rock the boat. ever. he always did what was expected of him and he struggled to tell the parents no. it had got him into plenty of trouble in the past, some of his clients considering him their personal doormat, or verbal punching bag. now though, seeing his friend so defeated, needing his help. he finds a sudden surge of something, perhaps confidence? whatever it is, it had him reaching for his phone and opening up his messages with the parent in question. fuck it. cordelia came first. she was a friend and she'd never treated him like a glorified doormat. besides that, it'd be good to see her ex squirm. he'd never cared much for him. there had been something about him and that thing turned out to be enjoying fucking cordelia's best friend. "alright, alright, alright. i've got you, delia. i've told her i'm not free. more...succinctly now." he smiles then, locking his phone and pushing it back into his cardigan pocket. "you matter more than some...pissy mum. i never take a day off. s'time i changed that."
she glares at him-- the denial rankles. irritation is easier than admitting how she actually feels every time his eyes meet hers. bad idea. bad idea. bad fucking idea. "surrendering?" she asks softly, her voice almost swallowed by the crackle of the fire. "what do you want?"
"ain't it obvious?" he throws it back at her quickly, barely taking a breath, before he's taking a hit. the pair were world's apart, but that didn't change anything for abel. he'd always gone for exactly what he wanted. fuck the consequences. so what if they belonged to someone else. it wasn't enough to stop him. "i want you."
a low hiss escaped through xavier's teeth as he arched into their touch, swallowing hard on the need to immediately bite or devour in turn. the want had gotten out of hand—had been out of hand, honestly, since well before aria's party—and lucas' fingers clinging desperately to his body were not helping him get it back under control. the last of his hesitation dissolved somewhere between "please" and "use me," and what replaced it was simple: he need to see lucas on the floor, looking up with that same flash of mischief and hunger. he tilted lucas' chin up and pulled him back in, kissing him hard and quick. "let's get you on the floor, then," xavier said, all raw want and amusement thinly veiled on his face. his hand pushed at the other man's shoulder and guided him gently off his lap, helping him slide down onto the carpet. if the heir had a favorite view, it might have been this: the teacher on his knees, sunlight feathering across his shoulders, turning the mess of his hair nearly gold. there, in the afternoon light filtered through his living room, lucas looked almost otherworldly. he reached for him, thumb tracing along the line of his cheek in admiration, cautiously testing the weight of authority. how long had he kept lucas lingering in the periphery of his life, letting him circle just outside his orbit, never letting either of them get too close? the answer was too long, enough to make the present moment feel surreal. he smirked and spread his knees wider on the couch, inviting the eager man to crawl in closer. "open up for me," he commanded, pressing his thumb to the swell of lucas' lower lip. "let's see if you remembered how from last time."
he had done so well at restraining his attraction, well, until he hadn't. the blond doubted anyone would be strong enough to resist - this otherworldly force between them. like opposing magnets but a million times stronger. lucas cared about his career, he cared about his class, he cared about all of it. yet, he couldn't quite shake this hunger that he'd developed for this one parent. this man who had been making a pretty regular occurrence in his dreams, in his fantasies. try as he might to think about anything or anyone else whenever he touched himself, it had kept coming back to xavier. to his perfectly toned chest, to his lips, to his hands and the way they grasped and squeezed at lucas's needy flesh. he'd been ashamed, but he wasn't anymore. he wasn't willing to allow it to prevent him from getting exactly what he wanted. he follows xavier's lead, shifting from his lap, to between his thighs. his hands brush along his clothed thighs. the teacher couldn't quite believe his luck, that he had this opportunity again. that xavier wanted him here, between his legs, wanted to feel his mouth again. there was plenty lucas enjoyed, plenty that they hadn't dared expose the last time their limbs had entangled; so much that it was hard to tell where xavier started and lucas ended. he wanted to be manhandled, wanted to be a good boy, bad boy and everything inbetween. his oceanic gaze burns as he meets with the other man's own; shameless, hungry and proud of it. lips part as he feels the other's thumb against his lips and he wraps his mouth around the digit, sucking it deeper into his mouth. his tongue purposefully stroking along his fingertip, humming his approval around the finger. lucas wants to do a good job. he wants xavier to think of him, as much as he thinks of xavier.
"Well, I mean sure, that might be the case, but..." Andy trailed off, chuckling slightly as he looked over at the other. He hadn't expected to find this as enjoyable as he did, but after being suggested by a friend, he wanted to give it a try. He had things to work through, had a lot of emotions and guilt over taking a step back from his family while dealing with his identity, so the idea of being able to incorporate his passion for art into that journey was great. When the compliment came, he ducked his head slightly. "Thanks... I've been scribbling on things ever since I was little, it's nice to be able to keep developing that. At least I've progressed from stick figures."
To August, there was nothing more powerful than art. finding some way to get one's thoughts and feelings out. He had a passion for his craft and he was always ready to share it with those who needed it. Not everyone was a "good" artist, but Gus believed that to be subjective. Besides, Andy was a capable artist and each session they had, he only seemed to get better. "Yeah see, and not everybody does develop from stick figures stage. Sometimes, stick figures is a person's medium and that's okay." The words fall playfully, his smile growing as he takes in the younger man's expression. "Have you ever used clay? Or wanted to?"
