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#TW: Blood
mistress-light · 2 days
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Starship Troopers (1997) • Dir. Paul Verhoeven 
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animepopheart · 2 days
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★ 【Kiko.L】 「 Yor Forger 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky
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terry-perry · 2 days
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Hi there! I saw you were looking to do Alastor requests, and I have a…spicier one in mind.
So the scenario I was hoping for, if you are comfortable with it is consensual cannibalism. The Reader (female) has an advanced regenerative and healing ability and is also a masochist.
So after the Extermination, Reader helps Alastor heal and also offers her flesh to him. Things go from there. Maybe some aftercare at the end, too?
It's not exactly smut, but some crazy, kinky, bloody stuff is involved!
TRIGGER WARNING!
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Y/N was the one who found him in his radio tower, muttering and wincing to himself. She'd been the only one who searched for him after the battle. His disappearance from it was so sudden that she had her suspicions. Finding her friend in such a state was heartwrenching, especially since he always seemed so composed. Now he appeared so broken, fragile, wounded.
She approached him with caution. He was her friend, but an infamous demon, forced into a corner by the First Man too. Like dealing with many beasts, it was best to proceed with caution.
"Alastor?" She called out to him slowly.
His head snapped up upon hearing her. His dark eyes narrowed to get a better look at her. After doing so, his strained smile came with a snarl. "I do not want you to see me in such a state..."
"We've all taken a beating today Alastor," she said, walking over to him in a still careful manner. Slowly she knelt before his curled up figure on the floor. "You were smart to leave when you did. Gave you time to heal."
"Well, as you can see..." he took his hand away from his chest, which spewed out some blood that darkened his already red attire. "I may need a little more time."
She saw the way the blood covered his chest like splattered paint. He certainly took a beating after fighting hard. She was at least happy the wound was wide yet shallow. What she hated was noticing the way he attempted to reach out to her but grimaced in pain while doing so. She found it so awful to see him like this that it made her act on impulse.
Alastor didn't have time to protest as she already had her hand over his injury. He watched how she concentrated on it, how her hand suddenly had a golden light under it as his chest felt very warm then cool. Once she let go, he saw he was as good as new! No blood or anything!
"You're welcome!" She chirped, making an effort to break the tense silence.
It didn't help since before she knew it, he was throwing himself on top of her. He looked down at her, pinning her to the floor. He looked wild and savage as his eyes changed into those notorious radio dials and his sardonic grin had blood leaking out from its corners.
"I don't recall asking for your help, my dear," he growled. "You know better than to make the Radio Demon owe you his life!"
She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of Alastor's threats. They'd always been rather close and respected one another. Yet she forgot two important things about him:
He despised being on someone's hook.
And he always needed to be in control.
He already lost his sense of control in the battle when fighting Adam. His microphone was split in two, and he'd been no better. Now that she saw him in bad shape and offered him assistance in healing, he needed to find a way to regain power - to show he still could intimidate.
She was terrified...but also excited.
She doesn't know why it excited her. It might've had something to do with the fact she was hell-born and had no real experience with pain or death. It didn't help that she was born with regenerative healing abilities that helped her survive every scuffle she'd find herself in. Whatever the reason, the way Alastor bent over her gave her pleasant tingles.
She knew he didn't desire sexual depravity the way others down there did, but he did have other carnal urges that could benefit them both.
"Hurt me then Alastor," she said, growing bold with a coy smirk. "Give me all the anger you have. Take it out on my flesh."
There are some things people just don't expect. Even in Hell, surprises can come. For a demon like Alastor, he took pride in how little can shock him, humble him. Yet he's recently realized he's not in as much control as he claimed to be. He's been beaten, insulted, taken hold of. A new sense of purpose was required. A way to show power again.
But this?
"I know you want to," she hissed up at him. "You want to devour me. Go ahead! At least you'll be good at that!"
She knew that did the trick since he returned to his malicious state. His large, sharp-tooth grin opened into a gaping maw that attacked her. She let out a cry as he bit down hard on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around his waist while his teeth pierced her so fiercely that she could practically feel his gums on her skin. She pushed him further by grabbing a hold of his hair as she moaned so desperately. He held her so tightly that her cries grew strenuous.
She loved every second of it, especially when he managed to tear off some of her flesh.
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With a snap of his finger, Alastor conjured up a small flame that helped her with her cigarette. She inhaled, released a puff of smoke, and relaxed after their little escapade. They remained on the floor of his radio tower, now snuggled up together. He looked over her body, his claws tracing the marks he left behind before they disappeared.
It was just what he needed for the time being to satiate his hunger. Full freedom was still far from his grasp, but he at least found a way to play with his needs. Thanks to her, his burning yearnings were temporarily fulfilled.
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dommnics · 1 day
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Here is a follow up to my previous book!Carrie designs. I tried to stick closely with the book descriptions, especially for Margaret, but some of the characters were left to my imagination. I was heavily influenced by the 2002 adaptation of Sue, as she's by far my favourite interpretation of that character.
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ghosterain · 2 days
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Pt. 2// Ok Im gonna stop drawing them killing eachother now, but its nice to think about why they would.
Kung Lao would probably kill Raiden accidentally and no other way, maybe out of jealousy or just anger idk. Raiden would probably kill him if Kung Lao turned evil or he was a threat to Earthrealm because he always does the right thing, chosen one, blabla
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avida-heidia-5 · 2 days
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TW: Blood!
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I’ve been obsessing over this fanfic series I stumbled across recently called Sanctuary by pumpkinning / @sunshinesebby.
For those who don’t know, it’s a Sebchal folk horror romance AU that involves magic, necromancy, gore, death, sexual tension, pining, bondage, and horror elements and themes that’ll send shivers down your spine.
If you like that sort of thing, I highly recommend giving it a read! It’s sooo goooood!!!!! 😍😍😍😍
More sketches to come! 😊
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likeabruise-zine · 3 days
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One week left!!!! Applications close on April 29th at 10 p.m. EST!
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quinthejester · 10 hours
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putting a tyrant in his place
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higgssupremacy · 20 hours
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From @aqoolkart
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Dusk Spoilers
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animepopheart · 15 hours
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★ 【void_0】 「 Arlecchino·少女 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky
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ph0bianf · 2 days
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Waha i love rabbit/hare cdream guys.. drops this here
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quehecke · 22 hours
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horrible scribble that vaguely resembles kashimo 😋
might delete this ughthhrhrggrjrhrjhdjkkfjdh
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kit-williams · 2 days
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I was accosted by brain worms and now so too must you suffer alongside me with the stream of consciousness bullshit. So Blood Angels are an artistic sort and we know Sirus has a poetic streak in him but what about visual art I wonder. Would he try and depict the beauty of blood dripping down his Moonlight’s listless body with a brush or a pen? Would he trace words of endless devotion onto her skin with his fingers as he drank from her or would he smear her blood against canvas because no shade of paint could ever compare to the real thing? When he indulges in his sweet Moonlight does he revel in the memories woven through his mind from her open veins? Do they guide his hands as he tries to give his beloved pleasure in return for the paradise she gifts him? Is there any masterpiece finer than her splayed beneath him painted in candlelight, hazy with desire and dotted with bloody kiss marks?
Do with these ideas what you will, friend, go nuts! Be raunchy be romantic, whatever your heart desires, the choice is yours~
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tw: yandere, blood (I mean its a blood angel)
Sirus was an artist like all Blood Angels and his brothers had grown concerned as his art was depicting more and more his desire... this desire for blood. His Moonlight was in every canvas... always wearing something red and something around her neck. He tried painting her nude... and he painted her with bite marks... in the throws of passions embrace but there was something missing.
Sirus smeared the crimson liquid across the canvas as he smiled deliriously as crimson coated his mouth and was running down his neck as his fangs no longer itched. But he was struck with how sweet her blood was... how wonderful his Moonlight was to him even if she had tried to run.
She whimpered weakly on the bed as she was so weak from blood loss... Sirus also fucking her to the Throne and back did not help either but she wasn't really able to complain as cum oozed out of her sex as Sirus was busy painting with her blood. She forced herself to her legs as they felt like a newborn animals legs and the world spun.
She ignored the manic way Sirus was hopping between several canvas' as he smeared her blood on them finishing his art piece. Her hand moved toward the door controls but the world tilted hard on its axis that she fell just before she could get to it.
"Moonlight~♥" He trills as his eyes look like they are glowing as he finishes smearing a large painting of her with blood. "You shouldn't be out of bed beloved." She laid there just focused on breathing as her Blood Angel pulled her away from her freedom for the night leaving her in his tender mercies as he used his tongue to clean her skin.
@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog
@thevoidscreams @barn-anon
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crybaby-bkg · 2 days
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tw: blood/menstruation, not-really-period sex, humping
“What’s wrong?” Choso asks the moment he steps through the door. he finds you in your shared bed, your eyes clamped shut, curled into a fetal position. he spots the cord to the heating pad sneaking under the blanket he brought for you on your third date.
"My period." you groan, another wave of cramps coming in entirely too strong. you squeeze your eyes shut once more, hoping that the pain will fade quicker than when it came. when you open your eyes again, Choso is already sliding into bed beside you, kneeling, hovering over you as he smooths his hand down your hair.
"What can I do to help you?" he asks, his voice serious, eyes dead set on your stomach as if he could reach through your skin and fix everything with his bare hands. the thought makes you smile weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum.
"Nothing really," you mumble, untucking your hand from under the blanket to reach out to him. he holds your palm in his own cold grip, squeezing your too warm hand with enough care that it makes you blink up at him. he has this look on his face, like he's thinking, like he knows you might say no to him.
"Spit it out, Cho," you tell him, using your other hand to press the heating pad even closer, your hand squeezing his when another cramp makes your stomach knot up. he twists his mouth this way and that, before his lip pouts unintentionally, makes you want to squeeze his face between your palms.
"I've read online that orgasming is good for alleviating period cramps." he says bluntly, eyes studying your face for any signs of uncomfortableness. but you only frown, pondering why the hell he was looking up that stuff anyway when you've never shared much about this whole thing with him.
"I dunno, Cho," you admit, biting at your bottom lip in thought. "Don't wanna gross you out."
"Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he counters before you can say anything else, his eyebrows furrowing at you. "Especially if it's to help ease the pain. Let me help you."
and you do; let him untuck you from your blanket burrito, rearrange the heating pad so that he can shuck your ratty pajama pants down, the comfortable ones, let him pull you until you're closer to him, until his knee is slotted between your own thighs.
"We can go at your pace, okay?" he says, his deep voice grating in his throat, makes a shiver run through your spine. you can only nod at him, too fatigued from the blood loss to argue. just wrap your arms around his neck, shuffle closer until his knee is placed firmly on your cunt, your nose sliding against his as he looks at you, trying to gauge your comfortability.
you roll your hips first, a little noise escaping you at the barely there friction, before Choso grabs your hips to force you down a little harder. he stares at you the whole time, with this lovesick little look in his eyes, adoring. he's not even getting any pleasure, you don't think, but the way his mouth drops every time your clit grazes his knee, you think just watching you, feeling you, seeing you, is enough to do him in.
you wrap your leg around his own until you're scissored against him, humping at the hardened muscle of his thigh until you're too focused on coming than the pain that tries to wash over you. your hands tangle in his hair until the strands fall free, your mouth hovering over his, breathing hotly against him with every jut of your hips against his pale skin.
when you cum, it feels like a release you've been holding inside for far too long, a bursting dam, your eyes clenched shut as you whimper against his gaping lips. you try to catch your breath, pulling back to thank him, when you notice a little stain on his bare thigh, your chest instantly tightening.
"Oh fuck, Cho, I'm so fuckin' sorry," you panic, trying to pull away from him, get a wet cloth, do something. but Choso only holds you close to him with a hand around your waist, pulling you back until your nose bumps his once more.
"It's nothing to apologize for, love." he says, sweet, his actions somewhat sweeter when he reveals his finger that he's swiped through the blood on his thigh. your eyes widen in confusion, but before you can stop him, he pops the single digit into his mouth.
you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, despite his laughing. you dodge his kisses, pulling away from him as much as you can, despite his strength that keeps you anchored to him.
"God, you're such a gross freak, Cho." you chuckle, hand against his cheek that he keeps trying to kiss.
"Nothing about my love for you is gross." he grumbles, dodging your hand to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"But it is freaky?"
"Maybe just a little."
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