I think I might link this one from my userinfo and/or my fic site just to be on the safe side. I used not to have warnings at all before I picked up my current set of uber-violent and oversexed muses, not to mention very perverted fic-prompters. Snippet from the current opus:
“You need time, don’t you?” Gently, Death leaned in and pressed his lips to the dip between Rudolf’s eyebrows. “Let me show you what I offer.”
Hands slid to his wrists, his body still pinned by the weight and power of Death’s own. Rudolf’s hands were directed outwards, spreading against the wall, brought to protruding bricks that provided purchase for his fingers.
Then Death gripped two sides of Rudolf’s shirt and tore it apart, the sound deafening in the stillness. Rudolf gasped and clutched at the wall. At that moment, he could swear no heritage of madness had anything to do with his very real fear.
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“You need time, don’t you?” Gently, Death leaned in and pressed his lips to the dip between Rudolf’s eyebrows. “Let me show you what I offer.”
Hands slid to his wrists, his body still pinned by the weight and power of Death’s own. Rudolf’s hands were directed outwards, spreading against the wall, brought to protruding bricks that provided purchase for his fingers.
Then Death gripped two sides of Rudolf’s shirt and tore it apart, the sound deafening in the stillness. Rudolf gasped and clutched at the wall. At that moment, he could swear no heritage of madness had anything to do with his very real fear.