#welcome to lust

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Welcome to Lust: Chaggie

Vaggie: (sitting in the back of the Morningstar family Cadillac, dressed up in a deep, purple skirt and blouse combo) This is pretty unexpected, babe. What's the occasion?

Charlie: (sitting next to Vaggie, dressed in a long, backless crimson dress that has Vaggie's mind short circuiting) We haven't had any time to ourselves in ages! Plus, with the war against the Extermination and rebuilding the hotel, I figured we were in desperate need of a date night!

Vaggie: That's awfully sweet, hun. But- (watches as the car reaches the heart of Pentagram City and starts speeding towards a purple tunnel) -where exactly are we going?

Charlie: Oh! Since you aren't a Sinner, I figured we could go outside the Pride ring!

Vaggie: (mental glass shatter) To...where?

Charlie: Punch it, Razzle!

Razzle: (in the driver's seat, gives an adorable thumbs up) Baaaaaaap!

Vaggie: (clings to the seats so hard her nails pop the leather as the car speeds forward and zooms through a magic portal) Chaaaarlie!!!!

Charlie: (hands up in the air like she's on a rollercoaster) Woohoooooooo!

-The car manifests in a purple-blue hued city. Neon lights of lips, XXX's, genitalia, the occasional stripper pole, and "Sex" illuminate the streets in blue, pink, and purple lights.-

Vaggie: (blushes furiously as her whole thought process goes offline, and the car pulls up to a large, pink establishment with a line circling around the block) Ch-Charlie??!????

Charlie: (excitedly) Welcome to the Lust ring, Vaggie! I've had an invitation to attend a show for a while now, but never had someone I wanted to go with! (Scrambles out of the car and opens Vaggie's door)

Vaggie: Lust ring? Ozzie's? As in the House of Asmodeous? (Absentmindedly follows Charlie out of the car, up to the front door, and into the lusty dinner theater illuminated in blues, red, and pink) Dinner theater????

Charlie: I'm sorry I didn't tell you where we were going earlier, Vaggie. I've always wanted to check this place out, but the rules are pretty strict. Even if the owner is-

Ozzie: (explodes into existence next to the VIP table Charlie and Vaggie are sitting) Charlie, Baby!!! It's about damn time you finally accept that invitation of mine! A hundred years is a long time to make me wait~

Charlie: Uncle Ozzie! (Jumps up and gives Ozzie a hug)

Vaggie: Ooooooh....fuck.....

[beccawise7]

Missed your kiss. Your touch. The taste of you... All day... ~beccawise7 💜🖤

[dusty-cakerie]

the aura. the power. the protective momma energy. Nishi-sensei knows what the people want.

[brofightiscancelled]

osomatsu-san seven deadly sins vocaloid series

[horangslay]

top 5 6 7 craziest WOOSAN moments:

THE AUDIO ONLY LIVESTREAM!!!

Wooyoung shimmying into a kiss on the lips at some 2024 fan sign, even San was gagged; honestly they kiss & feel each other up way too much on camera that in & of itself is crazy

their matching soulmate knee tattoos that say "Amicus ad Aras" which is latin for "a friend to the very end" (OR "a friend as far as to the altar") ((also Wooyo JUST debuted a new rose tattoo & roses are Sannie's favorite flower & he wanted to be a flower shop owner...just saying 🤷‍♀️))

Wooyoung feeding blindfolded San & blowing on & KISSING the food to make sure it wasn't too hot like???

Wooyoung wanteez sexy dance where he's going down the line dancing for each member & poor Sannie eyes are practically BEGGING for it but Wooyo skips him completely. hilarious but San looks like a kicked puppy over not getting grinded on by Wooyoung.

the video where Hongjoong is waking everyone up; woosan are sharing a bed & while half asleep San grabs Wooyoung & pulls him into his arms/chest then they just go back to sleep like that...Hongjoong basically told them to keep in PG too

the entire episode of Child Cloud where they watched the twins, ultimate girl dads

MATZ / WOOSAN

[ohtendril]

[twisted-dork]

What I Realized

What do all the Asmodeuses (WTDSIK Azz-kun, Ozzie, and OM!Asmo) have in common??

THERE All FREAKING SIMPS

Azz-kun= Iruma

Ozzie= Fizzarolli

Asmo= Mc/Solomon (whichever you prefer I don’t have the right to judge)

One or the other are just in love with their s/o and I kinda think that’s sweet for the Asmodeuses

I also want to see a crossover of all of them meeting

[unlikelyposteagle]

[featherwhiskered]

when you meet anyone you can find sink your teeth, you're in love for one night as you sleep in the day, you are mine i just want your love, so don't waste my time

celebratory hoffstrahm art for me finally going to watch saw 4 today. they fuckign made them PINK

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hellaverse Day 2: Welcome to Lust

Gotta love riding the "edge".

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

lust (noun) - a shortcut to sexual fulfillment, but it doesn’t actually get you there. When you lust after someone, you are objectifying that person for your own selfish pleasure. 

The summer heat beats down with a strength that must rival that straight out of Hell, Eddie thinks. 

The thermometer Wayne keeps on the porch outside reading somewhere between ninety degrees and the devil’s asscrack and Eddie can feel all of it. 

Sweat rolling down his spine even where he’s sat in the shade, sunglasses and baseball cap on and a glass of ice water pressed to the back of his neck. 

You couldn’t pay him enough money to set foot in the grass, to feel the sun hit his skin and start burning it instantly.

The only thing keeping him even outside is Steve. 

Steve who is washing his car like it's the most important job he’ll ever have. He’s paying attention to details that Eddie’s never even noticed, let alone noticed were clean.

But that’s not what Eddie’s paying attention to anyway is it?

No. There might be one thing in the steamy July air that is hotter than the sun, and it's the thoughts running through Eddie’s head. There’s nothing cool about those. 

See, Eddie’s covered in a layer of grime and his hair has gone frizzy and he’s sprawled across the couch in a way he knows makes him look less like a man and more like a deflated balloon.

But despite the heat, Steve looks like a vision.

He’s got on a tight little pair of cut-off shorts that do absolute wonders for his thighs. 

He’s ripped the sleeves off and cropped one of Eddie’s old band shirts, a white one at that, and Eddie’s eyes can trail all the way from his shoulder to his happy trail, view unobstructed. 

He’s got his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses that started on his eyes but were apparently hindering his vision too much. Whatever. Eddie’s not complaining. He looks sexy with his hair pushed back.

It started out innocent enough. With Eddie mentally making a note to tell him he looks cute the next time he’s close enough to the porch.

But that was before he took a break from scrubbing to douse himself under the hose. 

Because now Eddie’s old, white band shirt is stuck to his skin like glue. Like it was painted on just for him. Eddie loves Steve’s strong arms, he does. But he’s never going to pass up an opportunity to watch the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin. The “Metallica” stretched across his shoulders is just icing on the cake.

When faced with the wrath of the sun, Eddie’s skin turns pink and tender. But Steve goes a beautiful warm golden and his freckles seem to multiply. 

Right now Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s legs. The way his muscles go taut when he squats down to scrub at his hubcaps. If he squints hard enough against the harsh afternoon light, Eddie can almost make out the indentions of his own teeth on the underside of his thigh. The fading purple bruise he’d sucked into soft skin, sweaty for an entirely different reason. 

He thinks of the way he’s made those strong legs tremble and shake. The way he’s had them wrapped around his waist, his head. 

Steve shifts and sits on the grass, leans back on both of his hands and throws his head back with a sigh. Eddie’s gaze gets redirected to the shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, but still strong tummy. 

He wants to lick his collarbones and leave bruises on his neck. More bruises, that is. There’s already a few mottled across his skin because Eddie just can’t help himself. How could he? How could anybody help themselves with Steve in their lap whimpering their name like a prayer? Eddie gave up trying to hold back a long time ago. 

When his eyes come back into focus Steve is stretching to reach across his windshield, back muscles stretched long and strong. If Eddie closes his eyes he can imagine the feeling of the welts he’d left across his skin. Claw marks drug all the way down his back. Can almost imagine the feeling that elicited them. The groan he’d pulled out of his boy in turn. 

Eddie snaps his eyes open and is met with Steve’s lazy smile looking his way and he really can’t be blamed for the heat it sends dipping into his stomach and the strained huff he grits out. 

The way Steve throws his head back again, this time in a laugh at Eddie’s distress, doesn’t help his case. 

It gets the worst though, when Steve sets to detailing the hood. 

Now he’s got his back directly facing Eddie. He’s bent over at the waist, hips popped back and his spine dipped low and Eddie’s not a praying man, he’s not. 

But he’s about to send up one of gratitude because sometimes he can hardly believe Steve’s his. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve’s onto him. He knows because he’d laughed. Because he’s peeking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Eddie’s eyes are still on him. He knows because he’s tugged his little shorts up enough that the crease of his ass and his thighs sits right below the frayed denim hem. 

There might’ve been a time where Eddie would’ve tried valiantly to redirect his train of thought. To stop himself from making a fool of himself. But now Steve’s his boyfriend. And Steve knows Eddie’s thinking about getting him naked more often than he’s not these days. He’s just as bad. 

So Eddie lets himself sink into it. Into the visions of the bounce of Steve’s cheeks when Eddie smacks him. Of the tiny freckle just shy of his hole and how he loves to sink his teeth around it. The tiny heart tattoo on the back of his right hip that Steve totally should not have let Eddie give him, but they both love nonetheless.  

He thinks about the way his normally strong voice, breaks and goes soft when Eddie fucks him. The way he squirms when he rides Eddie’s face. 

The goosebumps that break out across his skin on the comedown and his glassy eyes and soft smile. 

His eyes are wide open but he’s so lost in the memory of his boy’s ass pulled against his hips that he misses when Steve stops washing his car and climbs the steps of the porch. Doesn’t see him until he feels his weight drop down across his lap and hears Steve ask what he’s thinking about in a sultry whisper.

So Eddie really doesn’t feel all that bad about his thoughts burning hotter than the summer sun when he says, “Nothing, baby. Just you.”

[the-heron]

he probably broke up a few fights between fitz and crozier right? probably? that's the only excuse i have for this

[eldritch-spouse]

Vesper: My queen this is your kingdom as well, you can ask for anything or anyone, that you want.

Lust queen : Anything ?

Vesper : *smiles wide* Anything.

Lust queen : Could I ...

Vesper : Yes ?

Lust queen : Could I get ... more...clothes

*collective gasp*

*lacai drops a plate*

*a servant passes out*

New header for LustDaily : NEW QUEEN ASKS TO BE COVERED FROM NOW ON !!! FALL OF THE KINGDOM ?? - more on page 12 -

Vesper squints, uncomfortable.

" ... But why? Are you cold, vixen? "

Lacai steps forward.

" My King, I believe her Majesty is terribly unwell- "

The demonlord nods. " Oh yes, no doubt, get the thermometer Lacai. "

" Yes Lord Vesp- "

" The big one. " He purrs.

It's your turn to squint.

[slavicafire]

Maybe he didn't price her apartment high even though it's half the size, maybe he priced yours low because he really wanted to be close to you (plural)

awooo

[kindahoping4forever]

Obviously

[gerardsbl00d]

it’s my favorite lyric of all time could you imagine how cunt this would be