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12. whatdoes your muse do after sex?

let’s see here --- depending on the person &&reason behind the sex, death will often stay to bask in the aftermath, if deathis emotional towards its partner && loves them dearly death is one tohold them, keep them close && simply cater to their needs should theyhave any. however, if it is something like a one-night stand or just a causal shagdeath wont care about the partner && will most likely leave after.

24. what is a sessionof sex like with your muse? (details would be much appreciated~)

death’s sex life to start off with is justcomplicated, they don’t exactly desire sex in any form --- however if someone itcared for or someone who hold meaning in deaths existence asked or has the desirethen death is complete willing to satisfy them. && that’s pretty much atypical sex session with death, male or female --- death is all about pleasingits partner, bondage, rough, soft, slow, fast, an threesome death doesn’t exactlycare – they get pleasure from there lovers being pleased.

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Meme || selectively accepting

“Honestly, I’m fine really; look, there was this woman in the club, & this rather drunk man wouldn’t leave her alone, so I was just trying to help her.“

She’s already leaning back against the wall, the night club having died down mere hours ago. Knuckles still painted crimson from the impact, the pain has only but been slightly eased in the passing moments since the action occurred; still lightly stinging upon the skin, though no longer prepared to release minuscule trickles of blood from it. It’s perhaps why he’s standing before her with such a concerned gaze, his own grasp forming around her hand as a mere inspection is completed. “I can just heal it in a moment, I just haven’t had the chance to is a -”

& as soon as he was concerned over mere scrapes to porcelain skin is he releasing her hand, his own arising to cup her cheeks in the action of a heart-skipping kiss. Oh, she certainly wasn’t expecting this action from him, let alone how he has her now properly pinned against the wall behind her. Form is tense at first, cheeks heating up under his touch as though she’s simply traveled further down to hell with him, something one would be so frightened about, but instead, she slowly eases into it, let’s herself go with him only to have him remove from her, standing ever so close as before.

“…did you - find it hot that i punched someone ? shouldn’t you - i mean, that’s not exactly nice to do - i should have slapped him - that was a nice kiss - i mean -”

#(these icons dont match but a for effort)#(wOW HUN IVE MISSED YOU SM BTW)#walkingheroin

lucifer morningstar ... when the goddess had heard whispers in the wind of a man claiming to be lucifer running a place in the city of angels , on a whim she decided to check it out and see if it was the one who knew her , she wondered if he would even remember her. it was over a thousand years ago since they saw each other last , she hadn’t forgotten him though. that’s how kisa wound up there , standing in the club with a drink in her hand and eyes glancing around waiting to see if lucifer would appear.

a bored growl rips itself away from her throat at a human male sauntering towards her , eyes grow wide and he pauses ... thinking about approaching her , he decides against it. she slams the glass onto the bar , collecting her bag , no lucifer she knew was around. she turns , hair flying over her shoulders and her mouth falls , staring up at the stairs. at the top of them was lucifer morningstar , her lucifer. bodies are between them , for a second kisa wants to rip them apart for keeping her from him however she knows better. instead of ripping them apart , she nudges her way towards the stairs and begins to move quickly up them. a wicked grin stained her lips as she stood before him.