Love All-Consuming

finished my new all about eve fic :-) ao3's "hottest" work is there's a devil waiting outside your door by meeeeee. this fic's got everything. toxic evil age gap yuri. begging and crying and crawling on the floor. a nick cave and the bad seeds title. mediocre writing and poor sense of space. fingers in her mouth. allusion to that one still from the celia johnson production of rebecca. infestation metaphors. low stakes breaking and entering. sadomasochism..... unrelated why is posting fanfiction literally the most humiliating exercise on the planet. and im not even posting for a tag that has an audience

God I wanna inspect someone like a fucking show dog. Make them strip and pose for me while I circle them. Cupping, prodding, stroking, and grabbing at them while I remark on how they're built to be used. To grab their jaw and force their lips open, squeeze harder and grab their wet tongue in my fingers. I want to order them on all fours and have one hand on their throat and the other on their crotch while I mock them for how ready they are to be used.

like i think the appeal of being stalked is that it ruins your life. it's no longer your own. you must shape it in avoidance and fear, and that shape forms the outline of your stalker. they are the one ultimately controlling your life. they own you even if they've never laid a hand on you. whether you end up captured or you escape or you shoot them in the head, they have permanently altered the way you live your life. you may recover but you'll never be who you were before. delicious

i've always wanted to have sex in one of those abandoned and/or dilapidated houses unteriors posts

honestly i'm very taken with the idea of a captor purchasing a run-down house for them and their captive and putting the captive in charge of all the fixing up that doesn't require talking to contractors. like as a captive your choices are: resist and live in a very unpleasant environment or comply and live in a comfortable one. and at least cleaning and painting walls and picking furniture from the options you're given is something to do, but even reluctant, selfish compliance is compliance

at some point you'll be sitting at the kitchen table you chose and varnished eating takeout with your captor telling you about their day at work and you'll realize that the fact that you didn't want this and that you didn't do any of this for them doesn't change the fact that anyone who saw the two of you in that moment wouldn't be able to tell you apart from a normal couple