#the inherent eroticism of cannibalism

[blindmagdalena]

Hiii, Amy, how are you? Like really, how are you? I hope you're well.

I saw you reblogged this post and a fic about Homelander literally eating a supe!reader who has fast healing would be awesome! Imagine, she's not bulletproof, she can't fly, her thing is just really fast healing, like Wolverine. One night, she offers Homelander her fresh because she loves him so much that she wants him to literally consume her, would he accept, would he say no, what would he do?

girl. i cannot believe you inspired me to write straight up erotic cannibalism. (yes i can.)

dead dove! do not eat! smut and literal eroticized cannibalism under the cut. lite blasphemy? 18+.

It all begins with a bite.

Your hand in his hair, moaning in his ear. "Harder," you gasp, his teeth at your throat, teasing the delicate flesh there. He thinks you mean for him to fuck you harder, and he snaps his hips hard enough to rattle your teeth, but you shake your head.

"No, darling–bite me harder," you urge, legs locked tightly around his waist.

He obeys without a thought, sinking his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. It doesn't matter how rough he is with you, it doesn't matter if he shatters you, your body mends by the time he draws back for the next thrust.

He likes the way the pain makes you moan, and he loves the way it makes your pussy clamp down on his cock. He's not convinced you even feel pain, not with how wet it makes you.

"Harder," you say again, yanking his hair roughly. "I want you to taste my blood."

Homelander is delirious with his own pleasure, so near to the cusp of release, he doesn't question it. His sharp teeth slide through your skin like butter, and the copper tang of your blood fills his mouth in an instant.

It makes you scream. He fucks you hard and fast through your orgasm, lapping up the blood from where you've already healed. If not for the familiar sweet taste of you, it would be like it was never yours.

You take him by the face and kiss him with more fervency than he's ever felt, licking your own blood from his teeth.

"Take more of me," you plead against his lips. "I love you. I love you so much. I want to give you everything." He doesn't understand what you mean. He has you. More than he's ever had anyone before you, more than he ever will.

So he thought.

“Bite me harder,” you keen, digging your nails into his back. You’re frail by superhuman standards, only a little stronger than a human, but your regenerative healing makes you practically indestructible. “I want you to fucking eat me.”

He moans outright when you drag your nails along his scalp.

Because you demand it, he does it again. He bites down, and both your hands cup the base of his skull as if you're nursing him against your body.

His lids flutter.

You feel incredible. You taste even better. Your touch has always made him salivate. His love for you has not been an end to his loneliness, it has become an extension of it.

When you're gone, it's as though the sun loses warmth. Color loses saturation. Food loses flavor. Where he once thought love, ever present in his heart, would reinvigorate the world, he has found this is only true when your hand is in his, when he is inside you, when the taste of you is raw on his tongue.

He must always keep you near. Without you, the world feels too much like a sterile white box beneath fluorescent lights.

"Eat," you whisper, quivering in his hold. "Feel me inside you."

Yes, he thinks. Stay with me.

Your body gives beneath the press of his teeth like it was made to. Blood carries bite-sized portions of you down his throat like the tide brings driftwood to the shore.

"That's it, baby," you moan, voice breathy. You sound as you do on the precipice of release, a swelling of need and incomprehensible pleasure. "I love you."

He believes you.

He tastes it in the spill of you down his throat, and in the white-hot clench of your body. The wet of your cunt, your blood, the saliva you swallow back.

You're hungry, too. You're left drooling as he feasts. He thrusts faster, lips pressed deep in your sinew.

To love is to devour.

To give.

He will give unto you as you have given unto him.

From the moment he met you, he was animal-like in his craving of you.

Perhaps this was always his natural trajectory. He has never known a love he did not choke down, swallow, tear apart at the seams.

You are the first capable of enduring him.

Every bite he takes of you replenishes itself in seconds. He can drag his tongue along his own teeth marks and feel your flesh push back against it, mending itself, born anew to be swallowed again.

This. This is what he has always needed. Too long have love and affection been a finite resource dangled at the end of the very stick they used to beat him. He bore this gnawing emptiness for so long, it grew teeth.

How did you know how to feed it?

He screws his eyes shut, keening into the bloodied crook of your neck.

"Let go," you whisper. "Let's fill each other." Your fingers are delicate in his hair. Your tenderness is relentless, worming deep into the rotted thing that drums in his breast. You dare his heart to beat for you, and suddenly he can't remember a time when it didn't.

"Come for me, baby."

Climax hits him so hard, he forgets how to breathe. He thinks he feels you shatter beneath him, but he can't be sure. You're whole again in seconds, your arms around his neck, your lips against his, your hearts beating against one another like caged birds as he pours himself into you in load after load after load after load.

You're both left panting. Sweat, blood, come and tears all salty and wet between your bodies.

He has taken your blood and your body into himself, and given you all he can in return.

Is this what they meant by holy communion?

He's convinced that it is.

This is the closest he has ever felt to heaven.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

"Pop his cannibalism cherry" Tanco wtf. I am very much looking forward to that, but wtf.

I said Bestars coded and I meant it!!! If anyone's unfamiliar with that series, everyone is an animal in it and it is a common fact of life that when predators and prey species live together, prey are often killed and eaten either because the predators lose control or because they see the prey as lesser and don't care about treating them like anything but meat. There are whole black markets dedicated to selling meat, and the series has a lot of interesting things to say about how that uniquely fucks up people.

Cannibalism is such a fun, interesting literary device and I'm excited to use it in this story!

* also you all encouraged this inadvertently by being so into the zombie fic, time to get weirder!

[maryoliverdotcom]

the cannibalism community is too whitewashed for a brown butch like me :(

[eggcats]

not to be weird, but how do you write an alastor fic where he's grossed out by cannibalism

[syqy]

putting the romance in cannibalism

[dyke-a-saur-writes]

Bones and all. She slurped, chewed, crunched, and tore with jagged fingernails, breath uneven, blood smeared ear to ear. I love you, she cried, over and over. I love you, I love you, I love you. I know, she replied, offering up her entire arm, smiling softly as she let her consume her, and truly take, and take, and take.

When her teeth finally hit bone, she glared at her, eyes full of clarity, and she was ashamed. The meal lay placid, shivering, sweaty, glaze-eyed. Shame, an ancient and powerful feeling. How fitting, that the history of eating that which we shouldn’t is as long as the history of recoiling, shrinking, and shriveling up on oneself.

What’s the matter? Don’t I taste amazing? Do you not wish to keep eating?

You’re sick. You’re sick, sick, sick. And she grabbed her coat. Where do you think you’re going? You’ve still got blood on your face. There was. And blood on the carpet. And on the drapes. And on the bed. God the bed.

“Adah,” she murmured. “Come here.” And because she could not deny her, deny herself, deny her hunger, she came. And would keep coming back. She stumbled, hair matted, makeup smudged, tearstreaked. She shambled, blood and meat sloshing in her belly. She fell, mightily, head first into the still mauled, still bleeding, still smiling Monique’s lap.

“What’s wrong with me?” whimpered the glutton, blood caked fingernails fisting into the meal's white dress.

“You love,” whispered Monique, stroking the lover’s hair over and over, finger detangling, taking her time with knots as coiled tight as their owner’s shame. “You are a lover.”

“What else?”

“Nothing.”

Adah tore herself away from the meat of her meal’s thighs. She turned again and grabbed her coat.

“Goodbye, Monique.”

“Goodbye, Lover.”

Lover exits stage left.

[good-boy-ren]

you ever listen to a song, know its Themes and Metaphors don't match your f/o AT ALL, but the MV makes you so so ill and you need to see that video reanimated to be about your f/o just for the aesthetic and because of the intensity of the vocals?

..... anyway i'm feeling so normal right now. :)

[cw flashing, blood, knives, cannibalism, cuts of meat, religion, unhealthy relationships]

[jeromefart]

Are they really ur friend if they wouldnt eat your corpse after u die

[maruyaaya]

I AM SEEING SABRINA CARPENTER TMR (today?) SO HERE IS THE HAT I SPEED CROCHETED TODAY (yesterday?) TO WEAR BC IM VERY PROUD OF MYSELF

[blindmagdalena]

wont let me send pics on anon so im revealing myself as the macabre anon just to send this lmao

AHAHA omg, thank you for breaking your anonymity for this. perfectly timed for the drop of my vamplander fic tbh.

love is hunger!!! love is consumption!!! be one with me or don't waste my time!!!!!

[tr0llskog]

Tsurumi/Usami for ship bingo please 👀

It's THE ship ever tbh!!

[oldgodscallmynameinsummerstorms]

He tasted of the universe

Every human experience at once

Death, destruction, decay

Life, rebirth, growth

Most of all, he tasted of blood

He was the metallic taste in my mouth

I would have let him consume me

Tear me apart, limb from limb

He could tear my flesh apart

And I would worship at his feet

Pray to my God while covered in blood

Mine, his, there's no difference

Flesh to flesh, blood to blood, bone to bone

I would trade my soul for his kiss

Defy all that is holy for him to hold my hand

For him, I could do anything

I would forsake sleep and food

If it meant I got one more second with him

[buckttommy]

just saw the dark codependent buddie post jack you are a freak and i respect you for it so much!!!

Today while I was supposed to be working, I thought about Buck stabbing Eddie in the lower abdomen and then licking the area around the wound with the knife still inside him, lapping up all that blood with Eddie moaning underneath him and both of them getting off on it and I almost blacked out

[fowlrot]

Having a normal one in the dms

[vagueconfusion]

I do like what I name my playlists

[slendermans-big-naturals]

I started Tokyo ghoul today and this is just. Regular hentai to me