#lust tag.

[spicyundead]

@cceancycs

[spicyundead]

🌶️ having total control over the other person, especially if they blindfolded and willingly gave the control over

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 — send 🌶️ and guess my muse's kinks. [x]

"Willingly submitting, or with hands needfully bound behind their back. They can fight it if they want, but they will surrender to it by the end."

He's never had that much authority before. It's intoxicating to experience it, for the first time. To touch and not be touched. He's all but ravenous for power since being free from Cazador.

[spicyundead]

🌶️ + being listened to, cuddle with, and appreciated with no ulterior motives.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 — send 🌶️ and guess my muse's kinks. [x]

"It's not fair if someone gave you the cheat sheet, darling..."

[spicyundead]

🌶️ holding HANDS

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 — send 🌶️ and guess my muse's kinks. [x]

"Well, maybe if you're offering yours to hold."

[roseoath-blog]

〔 SOLF J. KIMBLEE 〕 @alchemistofred // lover's grove ; lust.

—✕ █ ▌❝A hat?❞

Loghain can't say this is all too SURPRISING a sight, not with the way that they keep taking more and more from their prisoners. Unbreakable eye contact with marble eyes while his hand snakes up and tugs the object from an outstretched hand. The dolls still stare, UNBLINKINGLY upon his figure.

❝The owner of this thing better be GRATEFUL,❞ he mutters, tearing away from the doll with utter distate.

They're everywhere.

Loghain assumed that with a name like this, he'd find RESPITE. He supposes that compared to everywhere else, the grove is harmless, but he's uncertain as to whether that would remain or not. With hundreds of eyes upon the back of his neck, clawing hands, and deformed, sensual posturing, he feels as if he's interrupted something ... PRIVATE.

A man could grow LOST here quick. A sobering thought indeed as he returns to his journey, expression something akin to seriousness as he moves. ❝Find whomever owns this thing and head back out. Sounds EASY enough...❞

[roseoath-blog]

〔 ZERO TWO 〕 @strelitzero // beyond the veil ; lust.

—✕ █ ▌He's not much interest in the patrons of the club. Perhaps there may come a MOMENT in time when his resolve wears and he demands a longing for peace, but for now, punishment is accepted with good grace and resignation. He deserves a life in Hell; why would he take pleasures that are offered? All he wants is a chance to REDEEM himself one final time.

That being said, these sort of establisments are REMARKABLE in squeezing out information and making deals. Perhaps it is even one of the safest places in this afterlife, if the Madame's rumoured ironclad fist is any INDICATION.

❝Hey kid,❞ Loghain grumbles from beneath the club's neon lit signage. ❝You don't look like the TYPE to be found here.❞ He can't help but wonder if he does.

[roseoath-blog]

〔 MILLA 〕 @herfall // the valley of cacophony ; lust.

—✕ █ ▌At first, there is SILENCE. Foreboding. As calm as he could be in a place known as Cacophony, he faces the silence with a stone cold expression, jaw set in a grimace at the prospect of the future. ❝Too CALM,❞ he mutters, voice piercing the silence. Echoing, echoing ... Until the noises crash down upon him like a mighty wave.

He wonders how long it would take for this place to drive him MAD. One step following another and the noise grows louder and louder and even louder still. He tilts his head at an angle, pricked ears. Shall he stay any longer? Would insight rest beyond? A man spoke to him of PROPHECY. Is it worth it?

Better to try than to rot in Limbo WAITING for change to be given. Better to seek a solution than to wait for salvation.

❝Do you hear anything INTERESTING?❞ He shouts over the whirr of an invisible buzzsaw.