誰も信じるな

open to: m/f/nb 30+ muse: jiwon lee. 46. owner of the seattle reign fc. plot: jiwon and your muse have officially become a couple and he called your muse by his late wife's name.

There was no use in being hurt over something as natural as grief, in all the ways that it could overcome a person even in moments where the feeling was a distant memory. One voiced with something as simple as a slip of a name in a moment neither had expected it. "I know that, I do." Alexander tried to reassure his partner, even if at this moment looking out over the balcony ledge was far more comfortable than turning to Jiwon to face the situation. "Because you still grieve her, because she is important. None of which you have to apologize for." Logically those were facts, he himself did not feel threatened by a past love that had been ended far too soon by fate. Yet emotions didn't care about logic. "I just need a moment. I can't help that it hurt me even if I don't blame you."

muse : khemkhaeng 'kyro' tantui, pavel naret, mid twenties open to : any

"Is that a complaint?" Lips brushed the words against Kyro's nape, a bit of a chuckle to the question as Keaton wasn't sure just how serious the other was.

He mirrored Nat, his hand slid inside of the other's trousers to bring him free, leisurely pumping him with fluid motions as he dipped. Tongue, teeth, lips, all explore Nat's throat, kissing, gnawing, sucking ever so gently. His hips rolled into that warm and generous hand, hardening and throbbing.

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his left hand reached out for her hair, wrapping some of the locks around his knuckles before he tugged her back. possessive kisses were peppered up her back, over her shoulders, up her neck, and to her jaw. a mixed grunt and moan escaped when he started to nibble in her ear. "want me to eat my own cum from your pussy when i breed you?" it was evident that's what was going to happen next. so he curled his thumb in her ass and continued to plow her center at a consistent pace. symon wanted to make sure she rode out her orgasm first before he thought of his own pleasure.

“no.” is his curt, swift response before he swallows hard, his entire body tensed up from the sheer shock flooding through his being. his gaze lingers over the deep indents left in nat's skin from the pressure applied by the stays over the long hours, his thumb moving on instinct to smooth over the marks with a gentle, feather-light brush. “just a little red.” and he must be red, too, if his own features show any sign of the overwhelming flusteredness he’s feeling. he had his suspicions before, but he is entirely certain now that the pretty starlet definitely knows about his crush — why else would he be doing this? it is almost as though nat wants him to melt right on the spot and admit the damning affection he’s trying so desperately to conceal. “… should be gone in a few hours max.”

Compared to how hesitant the older man appeared, that touch was oddly tender and comforting, soft caresses that Nat would not have expected to feel. Even more so did it make him want to react only to get more out of the moment, to scope just how much Seth liked him. Yes, it was obvious. But even with liking someone there was distinction of physical desire and genuine interest. At this moment both seemed to be the case, while neither was uninteresting to Nat. No judgement, he was confident about his looks, his body. So if that was all Seth liked it was just as appreciated. To provoke the softest of hisses brushed past his lips in a bit of a moan like the fingers over agitated skin eased it so perfectly. "Are you sure? It feels like it needs to be eased just like that a little more-.." Was it too mean to tease like this? Maybe so. But the model didn't feel too bad about it until the moment he reached down to fixate those hands ever so gently upon his hips all while he turned around. The last thing he had expected was that bashful, reddened expression of the older man. "Phi." Cocky smile washed away immediately as eyes that once were confident seemed a little more soft now. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. I just noticed your eyes on me for a while now..the hot, protective bodyguard looking at me like I'm so precious. I got tempted to test what's behind that." Teeth tugged the corner of his lower lip, head slightly tilted. "Did I take it too far?"

"One next step in our perfect life together." He was excited to make these steps with Nat, scrunching up his nose shortly. "We should celebrate that." Another kiss. "Now, tell me, what type of food is amazing for celebrating a step like that?"

And yet despite all of this he could not seem to make himself give her up. For a man who makes a living on making sure he is detached from everything and everyone around him it's quite comical that he can't seem to let go of Dalisay. He shudders at the thought of his enemies finding out he can't get over one simple girl, he definitely would lose a lot of the edge that he currently held within his world. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a semi tight squeeze, it's never easy learning a lesson from someone you believe is not as smart as you but that is the way that life goes. "Let me ask you a question, Dalisay." His hand slid from her shoulder and it felt like his fingertips were on fire in the absence. "Did you enjoy our relationship? You know before I became the sniffling boring nobody that you see before you now?"

Of course she could not take death threats seriously, the security of her contract keeping any of such worldly worries from her mind even if she was not certain about how it worked yet. After all she had not died before in order to test it. Would she want to avoid testing it? Surely, but the more she observed her ex, the more she believed he too would not be able to go through with it. All the threats, all the emotions yet there she still was, unharmed tied to the chair in his home. Sure, she could do with some food but it wasn't like that was the biggest concern in that moment either. Honestly, all her anger was tied to missing her press conference at the moment with enough confidence that management would be looking for her already. So a sigh passed her lips as shoulders eased even with his touch, one so familiar albeit feeling more distant than it had in the past. Was Daeho growing sentimental now? This rollercoster of emotions was hard to take seriously. Although she had nothing better to do so may as well engage him even just a little. "I had a good time, just like you did. I don't engage with people I don't enjoy, remember?" Air was sucked between her teeth in an attempt to keep her eyes from rolling, more softer composure to her previous brattiness. "Listen, who the hell even told you I was bored? You know why I left, I chose my career. You know I'm not the emotional type. What are you so insecure about?" After all he had treated her like a princess back then, anything she wanted she got and she didn't have to fake an orgasm even once. It was a good time, yet in the end his existence was a klutz to her career.

"Do you think, that after all the time I've lived, I'm going to believe any of that?" Her tone was sharp, but calm, almost dangerous, like a hidden blade waiting for the right moment; but it was only a mask to hide the feeling of being used, not that Iris would even admit to something like being hurt. "You didn't need to go through all the trouble, could've just asked me."

"To believe that I could have no bad intentions with you? I would hope that you would give me at least that much grace to consider my explanation." After all he didn't publish any of his notes, they were just jumbled thoughts and random observations, a question thrown in here and there that he had not yet gotten the chance to voice to her. "The opportunity didn't present itself. It would feel out of place to ask you something about your being while we were previously talking about the quality of ingredients at the restaurant." A quiet pause, the calm that he presented in her presence the same one he always held. Even with a sharpness to her tone he did not fret as instead he took one deliberate step closer, just one to not overstep. "Iris." He appealed.

hearing that she didn't start work until the morning was all of the confirmation that he needed. "good. hope they don't think that you're going to show up early this time." he'd keep her there until the last possible second. ashton wrapped his arms around lucia's waist and flipped them over on the sofa. he laid her down on her back, but made sure that his cock never slid out of her core. then, with more of a reach, his mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple. he glanced up at her to the best of his ability as he started to suck on it, softly. then, his hips finally started to grind again, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

it's been a while since yubin's been home. pulled away by her friend to work security once again. but money was money and damn, was the money good this time. but their heart ached. begged and pleaded with their brain to let them come back. "where's my girl?" yubin calls out into their seemingly empty apartment. knew for a fact it wasn't by the few items of yamini's scattered around. drops their back with a heavy lud to the ground and waits for their lover to make her entrance.

“you’re right.” seth agrees with a smile before he slowly untangles himself from the embrace and moves to put the frozen snacks and drinks into their rightful spots for later consumption. the brands he picked are all nat’s favourites, of course, coupled with a few new items that caught his attention. washing his hands quickly, he dries them with a clean towel hanging on the wall before he sets the table for two, the utensils placed neatly next to the ceramics. “smells great already.” he comments once he’s back to nat’s side again, appreciating the man’s skills in cooking that he can never match up to.

A few skilled knife cuts later the dish was finished, now tossed inside the pan a few times for some good color. Rice was finished as well to be arranged on the plate, saucy meat and vegetables placed on top ready to be scooped into their mouths until nothing would be left. "Maybe I'd make a good house husband after all." He found himself joking once his hands were washed, plates in hand to be taken over to the dining table, although on the way there he pressed a kiss to Seth's cheek. "Protein, vitamins and fiber, all that we need for a balanced meal. Hope you like it."

Had she known the living room would be used like this against her, she would have redesigned their space to better accommodate their challenge. And yet even then, she wonders if he would have found some other way to inconvenience her. A tongue poked into the side of her mouth after his lips left hers. "Are you ready to lose then?" An empty threat, even emptier as she notices the movement of his hands. Hae-Yeon knew she had little chance to win from the start, and that little chance was already escaping from her grasp. "Fuck," fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders for a moment, getting caught off guard. No warning, no prior notice, no fair game. She can hardly be upset when she's the one who brought light to the challenge. She just hoped for more of a fair starting point. Hae-Yeon pulls her face back, arching a brow, "how sneaky of you. I'm not fully sure I can." She still attempts to lean back to reach, trying to ignore his big fingers deep in her folds. Ignore the desire to move her hips. Hae-Yeon takes a shaky breath, gaze returning to him. "Won't you let me have the remote?"

"curiosity is nothing bad to have, ser," the dragon queen finally answers, a small smile appearing on her lips as she looks over at him briefly then back out at the skies. her dragons letting out occasional roars as they continuously circle the island and relishes in the sight. "in fact, i think a healthy curiosity is a good way to see how things will play out so no, i don't think i could hate you for that. besides," she pauses, turning to face the immortal with the smile still on her lips. "aside from my dragons, your word and loyalty is worth a thousand times that of my council's and my army's loyalty, if i may be honest."

"Me over your council and your army? Curious. Consider me charmed, your highness. If you may elaborate, I would certainly appreciate polishing my ego to have such trust from the queen." In the end trust a god was like trust uncertain water which could turn against you when you least expect it. Maybe humanity had forgotten such now that a lot of them were being led astray by false prophets, yet Phobos was not here to deceive. His cards were on the table along with the decision to not interfere too much in this conflict. The fates would have his head for it if he did, an imbalance in the universe shall he lift a single finger in aid. Powers kept to himself, only a keen eye for details that would translate into whispered advise to the one and only Daenerys. Whether there would be victory or failure was in the hands of the mortals alone. On a more selfish note, the undead being on the rise have had him want to reach out to his uncle Hades, if one were to use human terms for their blood relations. Something he did not attempt yet. "Because I hold you in equally high regard I must warn you not to underestimate the pain of loss, a kind of pain that in war exceed any loss you've felt ever before. One I could not take relieve you from."