danger-tits-lute

[danger-tits-lute]

I will fall

in love with you

over

and over again

I don't care

how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been

You're mine

@dick-meister

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Send: 🍑 🎲 ( peach dice ) and my muse will roll a d20 to :

1. confess a fantasy they've had about your muse

2. confess what they think sex with the sender's muse is like/good

3. confess a embarrassing sexual experience

4. share a kink

5. share a kink they'd hate receiver's muse to know they have

6. confess a fantasy that scared them

7. weither they'd fuck , marry, kill receivers muse

8. assume a kink the sender's muse has

9. give receiver relationship advice

10. confess a partner or experience they regret

11. confess a kink they're interested in trying but haven't.

12. confess someone they're embarrassed to be attracted to.

13. confess something they find physically attractive.

14. confess a sexual deal breaker

15. confess a physical turn off

16. say if sender gives off dom, switch or sub, vibes

17. describe their ideal sexual partner

18. post a outfit they'd like to see sender in

20. give the sender their best pick up-line

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“All children are innocent!” She growled, despite her precarious situation she was never very good at holding back her anger. Almost perfectly in response, he looped the golden chain attached to her soul around her neck, standing behind her once again in the most opportune spot to tighten it if he should so please. Maybe he should, what did she have to live for now anyway? It was almost humorous that this menacing king denied he was a demon while holding her captive to play with like a toy. What were his divine excuses for that?

She grimaced at his touch, full of loathing and disgust, as he singled out a feather to fiddle with between his fingers while he spouted off his wicked half truths and excuses. When he pulled it free from her wing she let out a strangled cry of pain, the appendage recoiling and fluttering away from the source of it. She began to breathe a little heavier again, wondering if she was going to be his next victim now and he was only having a bit of fun torturing her psychologically before he did so physically.

“And what of me?” She spoke through gritted teeth before she could stop herself. “What retribution do I deserve for daring to be an angel in your presence? Why do you believe I deserve to be here, held captive by someone claiming not to be a demon but one who only executes ‘divine justice’.”

“What’s with the face? You should be happy…” Red eyes of the king looked down at the Sinner below, their body cut and pinned open on either side of the table they lay upon, red blood trickling down and off the cold metal and dripping in a warm rhythm on the cold obsidian tiling below that seemed to soak up the liquid as if drinking it needily.

“Not a lot of Sinners get the chance to see my face before their second death. Truth be told, it gets stuffy in there.” A hand falls to the cheek of his unwilling patient, noting how the brows on their face deviated from their usual place of rest to a regret filled, horror. His thumb traces the side of their cheek bone all the way down to where their jaw used to be. Unfortunately, during the scuffle of having them strapped to the table, they had made the mistake of speaking without being spoken to so Adam made sure that wouldn’t happen again by removing what is needed to make words.

Their jaw and tongue rested perfectly parallel to one another on a silvered platter, covered in red blood and streaks.

Some gurgling sounds were made, perhaps in an attempt to curse him however, it would be difficult to relay such magic without the needed equipment to cast it upon him. How unfortunate.

“We’re almost done here. Just need…” His hand moves from the cheek of the sinner to the exposed intestine, laying a hand on its chest cavity and pulling. Hard. One single tug was enough to force a cracking sound to reverberate through the walls and down the halls of the palace followed by a gurgled cry of pain which was met with the quick movement of Adam’s palm to cover up the windpipe of the miraculously still alive Sinner.

“Hey… shhh shhh. I know it hurts. It’s ok.” Scarily soft and sweet, the Kings voice is met with a wicked grin as he wiggles the head of his patient back and forth in a small succession “Let’s keep this between us ok? Keep it down.”

The sound of footsteps from the hall that connected this dark room to the rest of the palace meets Adam ears and he puts the now broken and ripped chest cavity right on top of the Sinners face and sighed.

“Give me a moment.”

With that, Adam moves to put his mask back on and wipe his hands off with a nice white cloth as he looks to the person now walking in.

“If you came to watch. You’ll be hard pressed to know this is a private party.”

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The glowing pointed smile on his mask quickened the pulse of her soul before he pulled on it to lead her, not hard enough to cause her to stumble but hard enough to guide her with force to show her his handiwork. The sinner looked at her, a pleading hope in their eyes at her angelic form though she was in no position to give them any kind of mercy an angel typically might.

Any attempt not to look was corrected by his hands on her head, every word hitting her intensely as she listened and looked at the gore in front of her. She felt sick, even more so as he ran his hands down her arms and took hold of her wrists to bury hers into the man's open torso. The gasp of horror she emitted was akin to that of being doused in ice water instead of the warm, squishy mixture of blood and organs she was touching. Innards pulsed and squirmed underneath her touch as the sinner was still alive, causing Lute to gag and remove her hands as soon as the shock of being there wore off.

Adam kept talking, telling her who the man was and what he had done. Lute felt sick for yet another reason. Hell was a horrible place filled with never-ending nightmares; and she was stuck here. She should have figured his victim had done something deserving of being here in Hell if nothing else, but was the punishment fitting for the sin? Was he dealing Divine Justice? She had never seen anything "divine" like this before.

"There is nothing divine about torture." Her eyes hardened at both the sinner and the king, both of them equally disgusting in her mind.

“What’s with the face? You should be happy…” Red eyes of the king looked down at the Sinner below, their body cut and pinned open on either side of the table they lay upon, red blood trickling down and off the cold metal and dripping in a warm rhythm on the cold obsidian tiling below that seemed to soak up the liquid as if drinking it needily.

“Not a lot of Sinners get the chance to see my face before their second death. Truth be told, it gets stuffy in there.” A hand falls to the cheek of his unwilling patient, noting how the brows on their face deviated from their usual place of rest to a regret filled, horror. His thumb traces the side of their cheek bone all the way down to where their jaw used to be. Unfortunately, during the scuffle of having them strapped to the table, they had made the mistake of speaking without being spoken to so Adam made sure that wouldn’t happen again by removing what is needed to make words.

Their jaw and tongue rested perfectly parallel to one another on a silvered platter, covered in red blood and streaks.

Some gurgling sounds were made, perhaps in an attempt to curse him however, it would be difficult to relay such magic without the needed equipment to cast it upon him. How unfortunate.

“We’re almost done here. Just need…” His hand moves from the cheek of the sinner to the exposed intestine, laying a hand on its chest cavity and pulling. Hard. One single tug was enough to force a cracking sound to reverberate through the walls and down the halls of the palace followed by a gurgled cry of pain which was met with the quick movement of Adam’s palm to cover up the windpipe of the miraculously still alive Sinner.

“Hey… shhh shhh. I know it hurts. It’s ok.” Scarily soft and sweet, the Kings voice is met with a wicked grin as he wiggles the head of his patient back and forth in a small succession “Let’s keep this between us ok? Keep it down.”

The sound of footsteps from the hall that connected this dark room to the rest of the palace meets Adam ears and he puts the now broken and ripped chest cavity right on top of the Sinners face and sighed.

“Give me a moment.”

With that, Adam moves to put his mask back on and wipe his hands off with a nice white cloth as he looks to the person now walking in.

“If you came to watch. You’ll be hard pressed to know this is a private party.”

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How nice to be relaxing in a bath and ignoring weird randos. So peaceful. Unbothered.

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A gasp left her as she walked into a room down a corridor she'd never been before. She'd never been in most of the palace as she'd only been given the permission to roam very recently. It was likely to be rescinded now... if she survived. Her eyes flicked over the gruesome scene she had walked into as she attempted to back away from the man that had captured her, no, the demon that had captured her.

"I..." The wings of the angel quivered in fear. She'd never felt sorry for a sinner before in her entire angelic life but her soul shook for the one being toyed with.

She had only seen him once, the moment he lured her from a diplomatic meeting and into his clutches for the foreseeable future. After then, she'd been holed up in a room, chain on her ankle, until she proved herself compliant enough to be allowed in other parts of the palace.

"Why would I come to watch something so horrifyingly vile?" She questioned with an uncontrollable bite to her voice despite the obvious danger of angering him. She quickly lied to cover up her disrespect. "I got lost trying to go back to my room."

“What’s with the face? You should be happy…” Red eyes of the king looked down at the Sinner below, their body cut and pinned open on either side of the table they lay upon, red blood trickling down and off the cold metal and dripping in a warm rhythm on the cold obsidian tiling below that seemed to soak up the liquid as if drinking it needily.

“Not a lot of Sinners get the chance to see my face before their second death. Truth be told, it gets stuffy in there.” A hand falls to the cheek of his unwilling patient, noting how the brows on their face deviated from their usual place of rest to a regret filled, horror. His thumb traces the side of their cheek bone all the way down to where their jaw used to be. Unfortunately, during the scuffle of having them strapped to the table, they had made the mistake of speaking without being spoken to so Adam made sure that wouldn’t happen again by removing what is needed to make words.

Their jaw and tongue rested perfectly parallel to one another on a silvered platter, covered in red blood and streaks.

Some gurgling sounds were made, perhaps in an attempt to curse him however, it would be difficult to relay such magic without the needed equipment to cast it upon him. How unfortunate.

“We’re almost done here. Just need…” His hand moves from the cheek of the sinner to the exposed intestine, laying a hand on its chest cavity and pulling. Hard. One single tug was enough to force a cracking sound to reverberate through the walls and down the halls of the palace followed by a gurgled cry of pain which was met with the quick movement of Adam’s palm to cover up the windpipe of the miraculously still alive Sinner.

“Hey… shhh shhh. I know it hurts. It’s ok.” Scarily soft and sweet, the Kings voice is met with a wicked grin as he wiggles the head of his patient back and forth in a small succession “Let’s keep this between us ok? Keep it down.”

The sound of footsteps from the hall that connected this dark room to the rest of the palace meets Adam ears and he puts the now broken and ripped chest cavity right on top of the Sinners face and sighed.

“Give me a moment.”

With that, Adam moves to put his mask back on and wipe his hands off with a nice white cloth as he looks to the person now walking in.

“If you came to watch. You’ll be hard pressed to know this is a private party.”

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“It’s giving: incel vibes. It’s giving: haven’t touched a pussy since they crawled out of one. Sad they didn’t pay attention, they could have undoubtedly used the advice.”

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"Yea, you can make your room anything you want. All you have to do is think about it." She laughed at the dig at St. Peter... he wasn't wrong. He touched her hand and her heart jumped, something that hadn't happened to her in many years since she died. Her fingers hooked lightly around his in return and she looked at him to happily study his face , was he... a little softer than she remembered?

"We can go to my place, if you want."

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“I’ll never understand how the Hell we made it to Heaven. I didn’t think we’d be eligible but here we are.”

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"Oh shit! Yeah, that was so cool. It was soooo expensive but Dust was it nice not to be in a shitty motel with cigarette holes in the sheets. I think I slept the best I ever did there." Damn... it really was nice to see him again. She'd worried a little for the last 5 years, just waiting to see if he turned up.

Truthfully she expected it sooner than it happened but that only caused her to worry that, well, he was somewhere else. It would make more sense for both of them to be there instead of here.

"Did they assign you a building yet?"

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“I’ll never understand how the Hell we made it to Heaven. I didn’t think we’d be eligible but here we are.”

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"Yes. And it was in dire peril when I..." She sighed. "I wish I could have done more. It was my destiny to keep Remnant safe and I failed. I can only hope my teammates and Ruby's team can be strong and fight together."

"So this is Heaven? I'd rather not be here but I guess I don't really have a choice do I."

Who does she speak to in order to be a guardian angel? Specifically for a blonde haired idiot.

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Unsurprising offer from him, it was always the first thing he wanted to do when they met back up after taking separate assignments. It wasn't like she was opposed but hopefully they didn't break any rules here. She wasn't about to hold back.

"Yeah. Sounds pretty good to me. Where do you stay here?"

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“I’ll never understand how the Hell we made it to Heaven. I didn’t think we’d be eligible but here we are.”

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She wasn't expecting that for some reason and it cracked an immediate smile on her face.

"Yeah. Wonder how much they'll let us fuck around here. Hope it's not boring. It'll be less boring with you though."

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“I’ll never understand how the Hell we made it to Heaven. I didn’t think we’d be eligible but here we are.”

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"You're telling me... maybe years ago when we were still in school but now? Pretty sure I undid any kind of good that was in my soul before then."

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“I’ll never understand how the Hell we made it to Heaven. I didn’t think we’d be eligible but here we are.”

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Anyone wanna help her? Or is she going to have to weed her way through all these stupid children with weird powers.

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"Thank you. I'm sure it will not be much different than my work on Remnant." She shook his hand politely. She could smell metal and flux on him to which she was very acquainted with.

"So this is Heaven? I'd rather not be here but I guess I don't really have a choice do I."

Who does she speak to in order to be a guardian angel? Specifically for a blonde haired idiot.

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“Thank you very much! That’s very kind of you! My name is Pyrrha by the way. Pyrrha Nikos.”

She was intent on getting back home, dead or otherwise.

"So this is Heaven? I'd rather not be here but I guess I don't really have a choice do I."

Who does she speak to in order to be a guardian angel? Specifically for a blonde haired idiot.

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“Hello there! I’d appreciate that! I’m afraid I left my teammates a little too early. Is there some kind of guardian angel department I could sign up to protect them?”

"So this is Heaven? I'd rather not be here but I guess I don't really have a choice do I."

Who does she speak to in order to be a guardian angel? Specifically for a blonde haired idiot.